#'i'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.' ☁️🩷

[rosepompadour]

The weather is frosty: straight pink smoke puffs and the air tastes of sugar-glazed cranberries.

Vladimir Nabokov in a letter to Vera Slonim, January 1924

#'i'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.' ☁️🩷 #vladimir nabokov #literature

[glorismorningstar]

LIONHEART

Pairings: girlfriend!Lute x f!reader, fatherfigure!Alastor x f!reader, motherfigure!Rosie x f!reader, siblings!Emily and Sera x f!reader

Summary: Y/N, older sister of Emily and younger sister of Sera, mysteriously disappears from Heaven. She is found by two quirky overlords, who give her a fresh new start. Meanwhile, those close to her mistake her for dead.

A/N: this is just many thoughts put together, this would be the first time I'm making a serious project with fanfiction, so it could take me a while to get the hang of it :3

Warnings: mentions of sex, grief, canon-typical violence, WLW, eventual smut (probably), angst, daddy issues, mommy issues, approval seeking

| Part 0 // Part 1 |

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They used to tell me that falling from grace was the worst thing that could ever happen to an angel. In my eyes, that was another of the multitude of lies I'd been told. The worst thing that happened to me wasn't falling, it was never seeing my sisters, my love or my home again. To never walk on the fluffy clouds. To be unable to protect Emily. To leave Sera to deal with responsibilities on her own. To never feel Lute's skin against my own.

What was true, however, was that falling was the most painful thing an angel could experience. The excruciating pain of my wings being torn off my back, the horror of seeing the six feathery stumps on the ground, golden blood spattered everywhere I turned my gaze, the agony of my halo being snapped, the tumble through the portal and the crash with the stony street of wherever I had stumbled upon.

Two people approached me as I laid stranded on the ground. Their shoes were right in front of my nose: one pair was black, red at the toes and above the ankles, the shape accommodated to hoof-like feet; the other pair was all black, a black and red striped gown draped over them. My blurry vision could just make out spots of colour and the lady's feminine appearance, while the one with hooves was more difficult to distinguish in the moment, but it was at best an effeminate man.

"A fallen angel?" A radio-filtered voice spoke right before I blacked out.

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"Look who's up!"

I opened my eyes, finally seeing more clearly than before. I was lying on my stomach on a red-pink couch and weakly lifted my head to look at what I could: the room was of hues of red, pink and boysenberry, a somewhat pleasing palette for Hell. I rolled on my back to get a better look around but the pain that radiated from my shoulder blades stabbed me again, making me cry out and sit up, leaning my shoulder on the couch. I could feel that the tiny stumps that were left of my wings were bandaged with gauze, the difficult tying of the material limiting the movement of my arms.

"Be careful with those, darling, don't push yourself." The lady from before spoke, seated on the bed in front of the couch.

"Thank you for rescuing me, Miss...?" I trailed off.

"Rosie, darling. Welcome to Cannibal Town." She introduced herself with a smile. She seemed quite lovely, almost motherly with the way she spoke.

"Cannibal Town?" The notion made me a little uncomfortable, but if she wanted to hurt me, she'd have done so already.

"Don't worry, dear, no one's out to eat you," the voice from before spoke, the man with the hooves, I guessed. "Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure!"

This Alastor seemed like a quirky fellow: his never-ending smile, his moxie, his mannerisms and his radio-like voice, to name a few, were quite charming, but at the same time off-putting. I didn't know whether he was to be trusted or not, but he did save my life along with Rosie.

"The pleasure is all mine, sir." I replied with a weak smile and a small nod.

"Now, tell us, however did we stumble upon Sera and Emily's kindred in such an unbelievably unpleasant condition?" Alastor asked. The names of my sisters sent chills down my spine. I wondered what they were even thinking of me, their own sister, vanishing like that. What if they thought I died? Or worse... what if they thought I left them? That I didn't love them anymore and found a better way to live? And what if Lute thought that?

My breathing quivered and my eyes brimmed with tears at the mere thought. I sniffed quietly and began telling them what happened, voice thick with tears. "Sera approved the extermination. It's disgusting, it's inhumane, it's hypocritical... I couldn't let that happen, I couldn't let Emily find out about such a thing. I couldn't let Lute get involved in such danger... and for what? I know she can handle herself, but I couldn't risk losing her... and Emily's far too innocent know. I- I tried to stop it, I tried to make peace, but what I got instead..."

"Oh, you poor darling..." Rosie frowned and sat beside me, patting my head with affection, and I couldn't help but lean into her touch.

"Say, let's keep your... old titles a secret, dear Y/N, hmm?" Alastor said with an exaggerated tilt of the head, his neck emitting a loud crack with the motion. The noise made me flinch, but the fact that he seemed to be perfectly fine only added to my wonder and curiosity about him.

"Yes, sir." I agreed, looking down at my torn-up gown littered with clumps of feathers.

"To do that, you need a new look, darling." Rosie smiled, to which Alastor agreed with enthusiasm.

"Indeed you do, my dear!" He said and paced back and forth in front of the couch, examining my figure. He seemed to disapprove of the tousled hair, ripped angelic gown, gashes and stumps. "You need new clothes, a fresh new start, and- oh! Animal ears!"

"Animal ears?" I ask with a confused tilt of my head.

"Yes, darling. It's already hard to hide your glow, dim as it may be, and your wings are still a little visible on your back. You need a little something to redirect focus," Rosie explained, resting her chin on her hand. "I bet a nice purple will look great on you."

"Hmm, agreed." Alastor quipped and snapped his fingers. In a heartbeat, the gauze and wounds were gone, replaced by a bright purple striped dress suit, a white shirt, a black and purple bow tie and a darker cloak draped over my shoulders. I was still weak from the fall, but the pain was gone and the look made me feel a little better.

I got up and looked at my reflection in the mirror, a small smile spreading on my lips at the sight. Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad here. "You look stunning, darling."

"Thank you, Rosie." I smiled.

"We're not done yet, my dear," Alastor snapped his fingers again, another beam of light flashing around me. "There we are. Perfect."

I opened my eyes and gasped softly at the reflection in the mirror: fluffy golden lion ears twitched atop my head, the tiniest rebellious mane sprouting from between them; a long tail curled and swayed back and forth from under my spine, fuzzy brown tip flicking idly. "A lion?"

"Indeed, dear child. The lion has been a symbol of courage, dignity and nobility for centuries. All qualities that fit you like a puzzle." Alastor encouraged, tapping my back with the back of his cane to correct my posture.

"What about me says courage, dignity and nobility?" I asked, ears drooping with sadness as I gazed up at him with a small frown. A fallen Seraphim, alone and damned forever could never be worthy of such appellations.

"Ha, ha, my dear child, you attempted to stop the extermination-" he began.

"And failed..." I interrupted with a soft sigh.

"Failure is the greatest teacher, Y/N. However much it hurts, what you can do is run from the consequences or face them and learn from them." Rosie spoke with a gentle smile. The feeling of approval, of being guided was so foreign, yet so warm and incredibly welcome. What she said made me think, I had never looked at it that way.

"Nevertheless, you stood up against something you deemed incorrect and you bore the title of Second High Seraphim with class," Alastor continued, tapping the bottom of my chin with his cane. "Walk with your head high, as if you still own your title."

I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile, my new fangs sparkling with cleanliness. Whereas before I saw a broken princess, a gangrenous limb that had been deemed infectious and severed from the organism, now I saw a woman with elegance and panache, the feline traits accentuating the good of my character. There was my new philosophy.

Courage, dignity, nobility.

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Lute had spent the entire afternoon combing through the denizens of Heaven to look for you. Her and Adam had split up to find you, and had had no luck. She hadn't tried asking your sisters yet, they must know where you are better than her, surely. Ever since Lute had made her relationship with you official, she had become a part of the family, treated like your consort.

"Your Highnesses, forgive me, but have you heard from Y/N?" She asked the two sisters.

"No. She was supposed to be here hours ago." Sera said, anxiously placing back and forth, throwing an occasional glance out the window for news.

"We were hoping you had." Emily spoke, approaching the taller soldier. She was trying to keep up morale for Sera, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so.

"No, I wish," Lute ran a hand through her hair, letting out a small sigh. If something were to happen to you, she didn't know what she'd do. "She spent the night before she left, she only told me she'd be back by noon."

"We'll find her. Don't worry." Emily offered with a  soft, reassuring smile.

Before Lute could say anything else, a frantic knock on the door brought the women's attention to the matter at hand. Sera and Emily scrambled forward while Lute rushed to open the door, met with Adam's solemn gaze. When she saw the look on his face, she felt something eating her stomach from the inside. In all the time the three of them had known Adam, they had never seen him out of his obnoxious, conceited character.

"Sir? News?" Lute asked, the suspense so thick it could be cut with a knife.

Adam opened his mouth to speak, debating how to say the words, then closed it and sighed, handing a piece of a broken object to Lute and one to Sera.

Y/N's halo.

Sera cried out, the anguish in her sobs palpable as she dropped to her knees and buried her face in her hands. "No!"

"Adam, it can't be true...! She- she has to be out there somewhere!" Emily pleaded, trying to convince herself of what she was saying rather that everyone else.

"We found this outside the gates. It was in a pool of angelic blood with a clump of her feathers," he sighed, looking at the ground and closing his eyes. "I'm really sorry."

The eldest Seraphim felt her stomach dropping to her feet. She had failed to protect her own sister from this. Her gut-wrenching cries were difficult to hear, especially for Emily. The young Seraphim gently pried the halo from Sera's hand and held it in her own, trembling as her sister's blood stained her fingertips. The sobs racked her body as she clung to her older sister, the only one she had left.

Lute's airway felt like it was closing up. Whatever could you have done to deserve such a fate? The last time she had seen you was when you left her place to go to the meeting. The night before she had laid with you, spent feverish hours making passionate love to you. If only she had known, she never would have stopped. She never would have let go.

When Adam noticed her hyperventilating, he tentatively rested a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. However, Lute shrugged off his touch and slammed the doors open, flying away with a choked sob while holding the chunk of bloodstained halo in her hand.

Her black and white wings flapped with reckless abandon, carrying her to a quiet, isolated corner where she could think. Sobs of agony racked through her during the flight, bloodshot eyes blurring with ugly tears as she reached a lonely building and landed on the rooftop. Lute dropped to her knees and held the piece of you in her hand, resting her forehead against the object while her breath trembled and stuttered. Her other hand buried itself in her pristine white hair and she screamed her throat raw. She screamed for the love of her life, for her grief, for her anger. For never getting to see your face again, to kiss you, to hold you, to feel you. Because she'd lost who she was fighting for.

And all because of sinners.

Filthy demon scum had taken away her reason to live.

A low growl rumbled from her burning throat as her grip tightened around the halo, knuckles going white with the force. The thought of some disgusting unholy creature even breathing the same air as you made her blood boil.

In that moment, she vowed to do whatever it took to avenge you.

Starting with the extermination.

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[missmaywemeetagain]

Pink Scarf - PART 11 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.  [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: SEXXX. ANGST. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.  

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)        ||     Word Count: 4655

A/N: Well, the beginning of this is absolute filth, which y'all deserve after the roller coaster that was Part 10! But fear not, there is still plenty of angst to go around as our Reader begins to be confronted with all of her choices.

I so appreciate your patience cuz it took me longer than I wanted to get this one out. Life keeps getting in the way, and trust me, if all I could dive into was this, my ask box, and my EP obsession, I'd do only that! LOL

As always, to all my babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments are definitely helping me power through some of these particularly gnarly chapters. This community is making me so happy, I can't even tell you. The asks are just so much fun and I'm so happy that I can bring a little joy (and lust) into your lives! This story (and EP) has taken over my heart and soul, so for those of you still with me, and to all the newcomers, I'm sending you all the love! And I promise there's more good stuff coming ahead, complete with more smut, angst, and tension.

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I think I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues or if I missed anyone.

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat! 

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch. 

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there, though it's not all updated yet!)

“Hey, baby,” Elvis purrs in your ear, wrapping his arms around you from behind, gazing at you in the bathroom mirror.

“Hi,” you reply. You can’t help but fall back into him, even though that voice in your head is screaming for you to stop this silliness before you get hurt. It’s just sex, you remind yourself. I can be with him if it’s just sex. He’s achingly beautiful in a way you have never seen him before, all tousled and sleepy, with none of the primping and preening that might accentuate his natural state. It’s just him existing, everything else stripped away.

It’s already late in the day, and you know you have to leave soon, but the thought fills you with dread, knowing the spell of this night will be over. You don’t know if you’ll ever have a night like this with him again. At least you aren’t heading back to Memphis as planned, though it might be better for everyone in the long run if you were. But despite your conflicted feelings about your relationship, you are still intrigued with the possibilities related to the job Elvis is offering you. I’m staying for that, you think, that and the amazing sex.

“I’m glad you stayed over last night. I like having you here when I wake up,” he says, squeezing you a little.

Your heart wants to leap out of your chest when he says things like that. “I like being here,” you say softly. In fact, I wish I could be here with you all the time, you think. But I can’t.

That thought makes you want to cry.

Elvis turns you around in his arms to face him, those heavy-lidded blue eyes still clouded with sleep. He kisses you, lips gentle at first, and you don’t even care that neither of you has brushed your teeth yet because you want everything, even the mundane things, with him. Even though your logical brain wants to keep you safe, the rest of you is spellbound by him.

His kisses become more insistent and you let them be, winding your arms around his neck, fingers playing in his mussed hair, willing reality to stay away just a little while longer. His large hands splay over the silk of the nightie you threw back on, and he pulls you into him, his tongue rolling over yours.

You’re not sure how it’s possible to be so attracted, so utterly drawn to a person. Somehow, he makes you want him even more than you already have. You’ve never been so satisfied (or had so many orgasms) in your life, yet you are still hungry for him. Unable to contain yourself, you sigh in his mouth.

And Elvis is so attuned to you that he knows that you want him and just how to pleasure you, in some ways you don’t even know yourself. Still naked, he moves his bare thigh between your legs, bracing you against the counter. His cool skin meets your warm, bare center, his dick resting soft but heavy on your thigh, and you bite your lip at the sensation. It’s like you aren’t yourself, the way you automatically and needily roll your hips, desperate for the friction he is providing you by just being there. You’d much rather be consumed by him than by the thoughts of all the ways you can’t have him.

You move slowly at first, letting your clit and pussy drag over him, back and forth, back and forth, working yourself up, until you feel the wetness begin to slide in between you. The feeling is delicious, and you can scarcely believe that you are so incredibly turned on just by riding his toned thigh.

“That’s it, honey. Take what you need,” his voice rumbles in your ear, the vibrations shooting down into your core and adding to the burning warmth rapidly growing in your belly. Elvis presses into you, hands on your hips, supporting you. You feel him harden against you as you continue moving on him, kissing his long neck and his scruffed jaw, and you begin to moan softly as your pleasure builds. You feel positively drunk on him, so completely in the moment that you forget everything else: your failing marriage, your recent questionable decision making, your love for Elvis, the fear and excitement of maybe, possibly finding a new purpose in life. Right now, Elvis is all there is.

“EP! Where are you?”

Jack’s voice rings out loud and clear from inside the suite.

Oh, fuck.

You choke, freezing, fear dousing over you like you’ve fallen through ice and into a frozen lake. Wide-eyed, you look at Elvis for help.

His dark eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he is not frantic or panicked in the least. In fact, he looks more perturbed than anything, which completely confounds you since you are quite literally in the middle of fucking his damn thigh and your husband is now mere feet away.

“Jacky—I’m in the john, man, and it’s gonna be a bit, so make yourself comfortable out there,” Elvis finally calls out naturally. Guess he picked up a thing or two in Hollywood after all, you think.

You are caught between your arousal, your terror, and your wanting to laugh hysterically at the excuse, at the entire situation. You didn’t know you could feel all these things at once and you are overwhelmed, trapped. Your unsuspecting husband is right there in the other room. You’re cursing Jack for interrupting this moment and cursing yourself for being in this position.

“Tell him to go away!” you mouth at Elvis.

To your shock, he shakes his head, his eyes going dark. “I finish what I start, honey,” he says so low, only you can hear, while grinding his thigh into your heat.

Your mouth opens in shock. You have got to be kidding me. You’re not sure what he’s playing at, but the look on his face shows he is not at all joking. It’s dangerous, charged, possessive, almost spiteful. Jealous.

And it sends a thrill through you that you cannot even begin to explain.

Then he kisses you roughly as he continues grinding into you. You think there is no way in hell that you can do this, that you can be aroused with your husband in the other room, but whatever magical prowess Elvis somehow has over you has you questioning everything you thought you knew about yourself. Because, despite your protests, your body has a mind of its own and you start rolling your hips again.

And, god, does it feel good. So good, in fact, that you unconsciously start to moan a little, but before much gets out, Elvis’ long fingers are pushing into your mouth, stopping the sound.

“Gotta be good and quiet for me, mama,” he breathes in your ear. You respond by sucking on his fingers. He grunts quietly, approvingly. Slick arousal pools on his leg as you ride him. That coil in your belly tightens, despite the risk of the situation, or perhaps because of it, you don’t really know. All you know is Elvis makes you feel out of control in ways you never imagined, doing things you would never have dared to do, making you feel things you shouldn’t feel.

Elvis is possessed, devilish, in how he’s seducing you, obviously gaining pleasure from the situation at hand. He cannot seem to contain himself, tearing away from you just long enough to flip you around. You watch in the mirror as he lines himself up to your entrance and pushes into you, his hand covering your mouth to muffle your cry of pleasure at the sensation of him filling you.

Pulling you flush against his chest, his other hand winds to your clit, working it furiously. You are on your tiptoes as he thrusts into you again and again, watching in the mirror, his eyes fierce and determined to stake his claim on you. You’ve never seen him like this.

“Should I take you out there and fuck you right in front of his face, hmm? Show him how he doesn’t deserve you?” he hisses in your ear, looking into your eyes in the mirror. “Show him all the ways I can please you that he can’t?” He snaps his hips in just the right way, hitting that sensitive spot inside you.

Your eyes roll back at that, and you try to stay silent but it’s nearly too much. The heat in your belly is growing exponentially with every filthy word he is saying. You should be mortified by what you are doing, by what he is doing to you, with Jack so close by, but instead you are running headlong towards the edge.

Elvis is plowing into you, driven by jealously and possessiveness, watching you, watching in the mirror what he is doing to you, how he is owning you. Your moans are muffled by his hand but come out nonetheless.

“You want him to hear, baby? You want him to walk in and watch how you take me so good? Cuz that’s what gonna happen if you keep making those sounds, lil’ mama,” he whispers, his lip curling up in a sneer, eyes dark with lust and power.

And that pushes you over the edge. You clutch at the counter as your climax hits you hard and try not to scream out Elvis’ name as your walls flutter around him. You see black and red behind your eyes, writhing against him, completely at his mercy. And he has no mercy for you, not now. He wants to claim every bit of you.

He growls, bending you over the counter, reaching over to turn on the faucet to mask some of the noises he can’t help making. A man on a mission, he drives into you, watching, consumed. You feel his thrusts become uneven, knowing that he’s close. He stutters into you once, twice more before you feel him begin to pulse, but as he is cumming, he pulls out of you. Pumping his dick with his hand and biting his lip in fevered concentration, he pulls up your nightie and finishes on your ass. With surprise, you feel the thick, hot spurts land, and you know he is marking you as his own.

But he doesn’t stop there, no. His cum is dripping out of your pussy, dripping down your ass cheeks and onto your thighs as water pours noisily out of the faucet near your head.  Using two long fingers, he pushes some of his arousal back into you and holds it there. Your mouth pops open in an O shape and you relish in the sensation of him filling you again, still sensitive from your climax.

“Fucking mine,” Elvis breathes out as he pushes his fingers deeper, looking you over with wild, dangerous eyes. His tanned, lean body lords over you like a vengeful god, awesome and terrible and beautiful all at the same time. A shiver runs through you, one of pleasure, disbelief, and apprehension. If you weren’t so shockingly aroused by everything he is doing and saying to you, you might be a little scared of the look in his eyes, but instead you are just relishing in the way he’s making you feel.

You can tell by that look that he is not done with you, not yet. He pulls his fingers out of you, turns off the faucet, and walks over to turn on the shower. You lift yourself off the counter, feeling him drip down your legs, watching him curiously. You feel like you are floating, untethered.

“Hey, Jacky, I’m gonna take a shower. You still good out there?” Elvis suddenly calls out. He grins at you like a Cheshire cat.

“Yeah, all good, EP!” you hear Jack yell back. His voice sends a knot into your stomach, but you have little time to dwell on it as Elvis kisses you hard, all teeth and tongue, his hands tangling and pulling in your hair. In your sexed out haze, all you can do is submit to him as he pulls your nightgown over your head and leads you into the large shower, continuing to kiss you.

The water is warm, running over your skin, as he begins to soap up both of you. His hands slip and slide over your body surprisingly gentle considering his state of mind. He plays as he washes, squeezing your breasts and tweaking your nipples, running his hand down your belly and through your folds, massaging your ass as he washes away the last evidence of your sex. You have to remember to stay quiet as heat rolls through your veins, as your wet, slippery body slides against his. It’s a wonder to you that the man can be so dominating yet also so caring at the same time. Just another thing to add to the list of the ways Elvis Presley is a conundrum.

You try to wash him, but he won’t let you. Instead, he washes himself, then pushes you back into the cold tile of the shower. His lips tickle your ear as he speaks low and quiet: “Gonna make you cum again, baby.” Then he runs his fingers through your still-swollen folds.

“I’m not sure I can,” you whimper quietly in his ear. You’re worried you are too spent, too overstimulated after a long night of sex, and while you’ve never been this aroused, your husband is still right outside the door. Your heart beats hard against your ribcage at the thought.

“Oh, I can do it,” he grins, full of ego and danger. The look alone sends another wave of pleasure through you and you nod, giving in, needing him like you’ve never needed anyone.

Elvis kisses his way down your wet body to his knees, lapping at your clit. You jump at the sensation, still sensitive from earlier. He kisses you there instead, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder to give him access to the place he wants to worship yet again, the place he took so wildly only minutes before.

He lathes his tongue flat over your folds and you squirm at the sensation, remembering you need to stay quiet. You hold fast to his shoulders as he licks you again then settles on your clit. He sucks and laps and kisses, using his tongue to coax you back to him, and god knows it’s working, even though you’re not sure how. He slides a finger into your wet heat, then two, then three, pumping into you, curling his fingers to drive you wild in the way only he knows how.

You are so sensitive, you are twitching and writhing under his ministrations. Your heart is throbbing fast in your ears, your breathing labored as you slap your own hand over your mouth in an effort to stay silent and not give yourself away. That heat in your belly is warm and rolling, not as intense as before but there all the same. He has learned fast in five days, already having memorized each way he can make your body sing for him.

Water pelts over his head, running in rivulets down his gorgeous face, plastering his raven hair to his forehead. Water catches in his lashes yet he still looks up at you, eyes like blue flames, devilish but angelic at the same time. Your breath catches at the sight.

“Cum for me, baby. Show me how you’re all mine,” Elvis commands, in whispers, the roar of the water eating the sound.

Then he returns his attentions to you with fierce determination, fingering and eating you with such knowledge that it’s as if he’s telling you that you will never be satisfied by any other man ever again. That he is the only one who can fuck you and love your body in this way. He works as though he’s erasing the men who came before, leaving only him.

The low wave you’re riding begins to peak again and your breathing catches as you clutch at his wet body. You finally surrender with a violent shudder, falling apart around him, your walls fluttering and clenching at his relentless fingers. Your head falls back against the tile, mouth open with breathless sighs as he rides you out. When he pulls his fingers from your soaking heat and replaces them with his mouth, drinking you in, you collapse over him, so overstimulated that tears of pleasure leak from your eyes. You choke back the moans that want to escape your lips as his tongue wickedly works you over, as though tasting his triumph.

You’ve never in your life been so thoroughly fucked out, because, somehow, Elvis seems to top himself every day in that regard. Finally, he comes up from beneath your legs, washing his face in the rapidly cooling water before standing up to kiss you. He seems to have satisfied whatever possessive need came over him and you practically fall into his arms. He washes the slick from between your thighs for you before turning off the shower.

You are unable to form cohesive thoughts, too blissed out, too shocked at yourself and at him for doing what you just did with your husband so nearby. Your limbs shake with the exertion, and you feel wobbly and lightheaded. Elvis takes care of you, drying you off and wrapping a plush terrycloth robe around you. You can barely look at him. His essence is too overwhelming for you right now, and you are too trapped in your confusing web of feelings about him.

Elvis kisses you, whispering things you don’t quite absorb before he wraps himself up in his fancy robe and heads out to conduct business with your husband as if he didn’t just rail his wife into a stupor in the bathroom. He does it effortlessly, too.

As you come back to yourself, you start to shake, thinking about what a mess you’ve made for yourself. You realize that you are ashamed of yourself for what just happened, not really so much for the act itself, but more of the fact that you liked it so much. You also know that you don’t truly understand Elvis’ feelings for you, how his need for you is beyond anything that you assumed.

Sliding to the floor, you sit with your back against the wall as your husband (because as much as you hate him right now, he’s still your husband, and deep down you still have some semblance of love for him, you think) talks with your lover. You need out of here. The multitude of emotions coursing through you is too much. Your impulse to flee is so strong that you have to sit on your hands and pray that Jack leaves as soon as possible.

After what seems like an eternity, Elvis comes for you, telling you the coast is clear. Everything in you is being torn in two opposing directions: one wanting to run away as fast as you possibly can, away from your love and his possessiveness, and the other is so drawn into Elvis that looking at him is difficult because the idea of leaving him physically hurts you.

As you dress, clad once again in the outfit he got for you, Elvis tells you your first lesson with the vocal coach is at 5pm, then kisses you deeply before sending you on your way. You are glad that there is not a lot of time for talk or anything else, as your mind is going a million miles an hour. Confusion and guilt and love and elation all stream through you at once.

You shouldn’t be surprised when you find yourself outside Sandy’s room, knocking quietly on the door.

She opens the door with a look of surprise. “Hey, there, hon,” she says with a smile.

You promptly burst into tears.

“Oh, hon, what’s wrong? Come in, come in,” she says, putting her arm around you and ushering you inside.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, hiccupping, wiping at your face.

“Don’t worry about it,” she says, sitting you down, rubbing your back. “You talk when you’re ready.” She waits patiently as you compose yourself, just being a comforting presence.

You can’t seem to speak the words out loud. There are too many of them and they are too jumbled in your brain. Luckily, Sandy seems to pick up on this and gently starts the conversation.

“You disappeared on me last night,” she says.

“I was…I was with Elvis,” you finally stutter out, almost in a whisper.

“Elvis? Why were you with Elvis?” she asks innocently. Then you watch her face as she connects the dots and realizes what you actually mean. Her eyes go wide for a moment. “Oh, shit,” she breathes out.

“Yeah,” is all you can muster up to that. You can see the wheels turning in her head.

“How long?” she asks.

“Not long. Only since we’ve been in Vegas.”

“Hmm,” she nods. You are confused that she doesn’t seem more shocked at the whole thing, that she’s not peppering you with ‘Oh my god’s and asking for every detail.

“What do you mean, ‘Hmm?’” you ask, a little defensive.

“Not a bad, ‘Hmm,’ hon. I guess…I’m not all that surprised is all,” she responds.

“What? How are you not surprised?! I’m surprised!” you argue, voice becoming shrill.

“Okay, take a breath! I just mean, well, you and EP have always had a special connection. And I’ve seen how he looks at you sometimes when he thinks no one else is looking. It’s not the biggest leap, especially considering what happened with Jack this week,” she says.

You are flabbergasted at this response. You expected judgement and disbelief. Certainly not an ‘Oh yeah, that seems right.’

“What are you talking about, a ‘special connection’?” you pry.

Sandy gives you a speculative look. Finally, she shakes her head at you, “Hon, how long have you been in his life?”

You don’t understand the point of this. “14 years, give or take. What does that matter?”

“What other woman has been in his life that long, besides his blood relations?” she asks pointedly, eyebrows raised.

Your mouth opens then closes as you try to piece together the many women in his life over the years. None come even close. “That’s irrelevant. It’s only that long because of his friendship with Jack,” you finally say.

“Sure,” she says, patting your hand, placating you.

“Sandy, my life is falling to pieces here! Jack almost caught us today. And I feel like a horrible person because I’ve gotten completely swept up into this affair, and not just any affair, but with my husband’s friend, who just happens to be Elvis Presley. If people find out, if Jack finds out, all hell is going to break loose, and my life will be over. But I keep going back, it’s like I can’t stop. I feel insane!” you ramble, pacing around the room.

“He’s that good in bed, huh?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Oh my god.” You blush furiously, covering your face with your hands.

“Of course, he is,” she laughs. “I mean, one doesn’t want to assume, but how could he not be?”

“Sandy, be serious for one second, please!” you beg. “I’m not going home today. Elvis is having me stay out here, with the pretense that I’m to become part of the show as one of the backup singers.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes. And he sent Jack away last night on purpose so we could spend the whole night together. I’m telling you, San, I’m in too deep, and Elvis has no intention of letting me go. You know how he gets.”

“Do you want him to let you go?”

“I…no. And that’s the problem,” you say quietly, sitting back down next to her. “It’s like I’m out of my mind for him, which is so stupid. I hate being like all those other women. I hate that I know this won’t end well, yet I’m doing it anyway. And the lies, the sneaking around, it makes me an awful person.” You slump over onto her shoulder, exhausted by your own choices.

Sandy sits silent for a moment, arm around you. “You are not an awful person, hon. Jack hurt you bad, and you are turning to the only other man you trust to get you through it.”

“It’s still wrong. It’s still stooping to Jack’s level. And if it were just sex, I…” you trail off, unable to say the rest out loud.

“You love him.” She says it plain as day, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. As if it’s easy.

“I can’t,” you whisper.

“But you do,” she responds. “And that’s what scares you, isn’t it?”

You nod. “I’m just gonna get hurt again, I know it. I know that E doesn’t feel the same way about me.”

“And how do you know?” she asks. “Did he tell you that?”

“Sandy, it’s Elvis. We all know how he is with women. And besides that, there are all the other factors, like Jack, being married, all of it. It’s too complicated. I need to end it, but I’m not sure I’m strong enough, or that he’ll even let me,” you begin to cry.

Sandy suddenly jumps up and begins unpacking her suitcase, suddenly on a mission.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Well, I’m sure as hell not going back home today and leaving you all by yourself with all of this,” she says, hanging stuff in the closet.

“You don’t have to do that,” you say, but you are silently grateful.

“Uh huh.” Sandy gives you a knowing look. “You think I’m going home and miss all the action? Do you even know me at all?” she jokes.

“Thanks,” you say, feeling a little better.

“Not a problem, hon. We’ll get you through this, I promise. Love you,” she says, hugging you.

“Love you, too,” you whisper, squeezing back.

“Now I need all the details about how good the sex is! Does he do the lip thing in bed?”

You feel heat blaze over your cheeks.

“Oh, god, he does!” she laughs, teasing.

You smile, but still your stomach churns and your mind spins. What Sandy said about the connection you and Elvis have hits deep, knocking loose some of those dots you’ve been trying to connect, the ones your dreams and memories have been leading you towards. Desperate, you try to push those thoughts away, because even if (and that’s a big if) Elvis has some true feelings towards you, it doesn’t make anything less complicated. In fact, it makes things more complicated. But you refuse to make any assumptions about how he may or may not be feeling towards you, other than horny.

With Sandy and your impending first voice lesson as distractions, you force yourself to move forward. It’s easier when Elvis isn’t in your vicinity, drawing every cell of your body to him. Your head begins to clear at bit, and you finally think that maybe, just maybe, you’re getting a handle on things. That you’re in control and everything is manageable. That everything is not completely, terrifyingly of the rails.

I’ve got this, no big deal. I’m not in love and having an affair with Elvis, and I’m certainly not scared shitless about singing in front of people, and my husband definitely isn’t a liar and a cheat, you try and convince yourself.

Perfect. I guess I can add “delusional” to the list of my problems.

But you can hear the clock ticking. It’s getting louder by the second, telling you you’re one step closer to your downfall and that you can’t stop the shitstorm that’s coming, no matter how hard you try.

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[m00nxghost]

Bakery love- Kyle Gaz Garrick x F!Reader; part one

My first fanfic! I'm totally excited to write this 🥧🌷

Tw: Swearing,mention of past abusive relationships,violence,rest is pure fluffiness,lovely topics

Kinds of O.O.C,She/her pronouns, use of you and y/n, enjoy! Just imagine yourself in this fic

The morning was more beautiful than yesterday, a beautiful blue sky without clouds and a radiant sun a great day to buy fresh bread but at that time the bakeries haven't opened yet except for one,a bakery with pastel lavender tones, transparent windows with lilies and lavender in clay pots,there were two tables outside with checkered tablecloths in pastel pink and white colors with little clay pots inside containing red roses with a soft scent that's what Gaz thought, a beautiful bakery, he didn't think twice before walking in the door and the bell rang The smell of fresh bread spread throughout the bakery, he took a good look inside, it was white with tables spread out like those outside. While Gaz looked at the bakery enchanted, he didn't notice that the bakery owner was approaching the counter.

Y/n: Hello welcome

gaz turned around looking at a young woman with a white apron with a lavender drawing on it

Gaz: Oh! Good morning, Gaz said, approaching the counter, taking a look at the fresh batch of bread on the bread shelf, while the counter display had pies and cakes and all types of pastries.

Gaz: Well, I'll have some fresh bread and a piece of strawberry pie.

The girl looked at him with a soft smile and said, of course, as she walked over to the bread rack behind the counter

Gaz waited calmly while she packed his order. He took another look at the bakery he felt like he was in heaven. She came back with the order in a bag, not plastic but paper, a very well decorated bag that was written "Sweet lavender bakery"

Gaz walked out of the bakery and couldn't contain a small smile and his face flushed as he walked back to base, his day was made totally happy with his discovery, he promised that whenever he could he would stop by for a coffee or buy a pie. On the way to the base. Gaz was totally feeling lighter when he entered and went straight to the break room whistling and greeting the recruits and other soldiers along the way.

Soap: Mornin' Gaz, how are you? Looks like you woke up well!

Gaz: Ah yes, it's just been a great morning, I haven't seen such good weather in a while, "he says as he puts the paper bag on the table

Soap: What good did you bring? fresh breads

Gaz: Yes, fresh bread and a strawberry pie

Soap: I thought that's when the bakeries opened or you made the bread and the pie the Scot laughed softly

Gaz: playfully rolling his eyes, a new bakery opened close to the city center not far away, as it was the only one open I went to check it out. It's well-groomed and has the owner, I never thought I'd see someone so…

someone so…

Soap: Pretty,cute,nice

Gaz: a kind and calm person

Soap: And pretty!

Soap: Dae yer found a pretty lass?

Gaz: Okay, soap stop for now

Soap: Don't be like that, Gaz. She probably likes you!

Gaz: I don't know, I just met her! That's not how it works, but I wanted it. The day passed and gaz couldn't get her out of his head, ending the day gaz looked at the pie and decided to eat a piece savoring the soft strawberry flavor remembering the girl, when he forgot to ask her name damn because it was something easy but tomorrow I'll do it he said to himself as he ate pie. When Gaz realized he fell in love with the girl but he was happy, excited and anxious about these feelings, he would dream about her as he smiled and finished the pie. The next day he woke up early and got up, thinking step by step how to approach the beautiful girl and ask her name and then her number but with a little anxiety he thought well but he is determined and nothing will stop him. Gaz left his tidy room and walked down the hallway saying good morning to whoever passed by, Price noticed how the young boy looked and raised an eyebrow, wondering why he looked like that

Price: Is everything ok with Gaz? he seems to be excited

Soap: Yes, he's fine, he's just in love

Price: In love with who? with one of the girls here at the base

Soap: No captain, he's in love with a bakery owner, a lass,yesterday he went to her bakery, and it looks like Cupid shot him with the arrow of love

Price: Smirks So Kyle is in love, I never thought that would happen despite him being a good guy, but will he be able to confess? I'm rooting for him and that he gets at least the girl's number

Soap: Same, he's a good friend I'm rooting for him too

After a while gaz arrives at the bakery and goes in but didn't expect the following scene: the girl was at the counter with her arms covering her face as she sobbed gaz's heart tightened as he approached the girl and with his soft voice speaking in a whisper Miss, are you okay? There was no response as he gently touched her arm making her lift her head.

Y/n: S-sorry I didn't see you come in she was trying to wipe her tears but with shaking hands and a scared voice I-I-can I make your order ?

Gaz: Look, I don't know you but by the look on your face, you're not feeling well, my order doesn't matter much now but you do

Y/n: Are you sure? I'm sure you're busy and I don't want to bother you with that

Gaz: Yes I'm sure, now let's take you out for some fresh air with a glass of ice water

Y/n: Thank you very much, seriously I will owe you this until the end of time

Gaz: No, you don't owe me this, but now tell me why you were crying,something happened? someone hurt you or did something for you? His voice carried a tone of concern.

Y/n: Well my ex boyfriend came here with the same bullshit that he has changed and that he is ready to restart our old relationship but I know it's a lie when I said I would never fall for his trick again...he grabbed my arm tightly. He tried to hurt me but I managed to pull my arm and throw him away I never thought I would see him again you said in a shaky voice

Gaz: I'm sorry I hope you're better now

Y/n: Yes, I'm thanks to you, seriously, you calmed me down, look, because of that you can choose anything from the bakery and you don't have to pay anything

Gaz: No need, I'm glad you're better now

Y/n: Please don't refuse, it's a thank you and a small treat for my first client You said with a soft laugh. After that gaz left there completely happy he didn't imagine this would happen. On his way he met Soap who was smiling because Soap heard everything.

End of the first part of "Bakery love" I'm still going to write the second part! I'm still going to improve it and sorry for the mistakes, I'll improve that too

A/N: I ended up being carried away by the writing that I didn't even think would be long but I'm totally happy about it <33

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[ddejavvu]

hi mei it's me again <\3 for mm, could i please request artist!james where he realises you're a little insecure about something and tries to boost your confidence via his artwork? ty if u do, love jade!!

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

ily honey!! i hope you enjoy :D

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Your voice, soft and sad and lonely plays on repeat in his head, 'I talk too much.'

James isn't sure what you mean. Sure, you talk a lot. But so does he. Half of the time you talk over each other just to tell silly stories, and the giggles that result leave a beautiful ache in his belly. There's no amount of talking that could be too much for him, and he intends to prove it.

The last black line, edging the corner of a book, is drawn carefully onto the paper, his sketchbook battered and worn and well-loved. He has to pinch it a certain way so that half the pages don't fall out, but if he clips it together with a binder clip he can bring it to you unscathed.

"Love," He calls out, padding through the house with his blue-socked feet, "You still up?"

It's late, nearing eleven. By now you're snuggled under the covers with a movie on tv, and he prides himself on knowing your routine so well when that's exactly what he finds. You reach for the remote with a sluggish arm, one weighed down by exhaustion. Your eyes are clouded by sleep and you rub it out of them, offering him a groggy hum in response.

"Wanted t'show you something," James gets a knee up on the bed, hauling himself onto the mattress beside you, "I was thinkin' about what you said the other day?"

"I said a lot of things the other day," You giggle, confused.

A soft laugh escapes his throat, "Yeah, about that. Y'said you talk too much," He pries off the binder clip, thumbing carefully through inked-up pages, "But it kinda gave me an idea."

Once he finds the page he's looking for he practically tears the book in half trying to show it to you. He plops it proudly on your lap, a silhouette in black and white with gushes of color around the lips.

"That's the book you were telling me about," James points to a purple splotch, coloring in the corner of your top lip and trailing out into free space. Etched into it is a castle, swords crossed over the tower and a fierce dragon guarding its gates.

"And there's the movie section, I know that's your favorite!" James gushes, pointing to a green-colored rendition of your favorite film.

"And there's your desserts," He points to a blue cupcake, anchored to the middle of your bottom lip, "Then the dog you met the other day," An orange german shepherd, "Then the garden!"

A pink bouquet of peonies is what throws you over the edge, your eyes watering. You fear they'll drip onto the page and ruin his masterpiece, so you hurriedly push it away, but he takes it as something different.

Coupled with the tears in your eyes, it looks like you're upset. He snatches the book back instantly, brows furrowing in concern, "Baby, are you okay? Hey, tell me what's wrong."

"Jamie!" You gush into his chest, tears soaking into his shirt, "Y'can't do that!'

"Can't-," He splutters, "Can't do what?"

"You can't draw me like that," Your words are forced to stutter by a gasp of breath, "All pretty and fun and colorful."

"Well," He feels bad laughing, but a sticky-sweet one escapes his lips anyways, "That's what I see, darling."

"I don't sound that pretty," You ghost a finger over the peonies, their petals ruffled and rosy, "You're seeing crazy things, Jamie."

"Lock me up, then," He sighs dramatically, hair flopped messily over his eyes as he lands, "Y'can put me in one of those padded rooms. Don't put me in a straightjacket, though."

"Why not?" You trace the curve of his nose, letting your finger flick off of the rounded button of it.

"'Cause then I'd never be able to hug you again," He laments, eyes staring up at you with tremendous amounts of self-pity, "Then I'd really go mad."

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[daintyduck99]

things you said when we were on top of the world + rulie?

Reggie always used to think that, if by some rare, shining chance, he actually got the opportunity to propose to someone, he'd be incredibly nervous, possibly to the point of screwing the whole thing up. 

He isn't nervous, though. The butterflies that swarm in his stomach when he sees Julie, swinging a picnic basket and smiling like the sun, radiant in her yellow dress, joyful even though she thinks it's just a regular, run-of-the-mill Friday evening—

Those are just Julie's butterflies, the ones she's stirred in him ever since she looked him right in the eyes and asked him out. 

She hops into his truck with a giddy little squeal, leaning over the console to kiss him, though they're both smiling too much for it to be much of a kiss. She giggles. 

"Hi, baby." 

Reggie hums. He rubs his nose against hers, which makes her giggle again. 

"Hi, sweetheart." 

He gets a quick nose nuzzle from her too, and then she settles into the passenger seat, looking at him in that bright, lovely way of hers, through her lashes. 

Even if he didn't have a plan, he doesn't think he'd be nervous. Just being with Julie puts him right on cloud nine, and he knows she feels the same. He could ask her right now, and he's sure she would say yes. 

But he's always been a bit of a romantic, so he drives her to his favorite park, all of the way out to the hill where they had one of their very first dates, singing to her favorite songs all the while—

Only blushing a little when "willow" comes on, and she won't stop beaming at him whenever she sings that's my man. 

They spread the picnic blanket and nestle in the middle, admiring the edge of the city. 

They talk about everything and nothing. Julie feeds him strawberries, which maybe makes him blush a lot, but it makes her laugh and scrunch her nose, so he keeps letting her. He gets her back with a bit of peanut butter sandwich, which smears on her lips and between his fingers. Her breath catches before she kisses it away, and he lifts his chin with a victorious smirk.

She kisses that away, too, of course. 

The sun sets beautifully, perfectly, red and orange bleeding into pink and blue, and when she puts her head on his shoulder—

He knows, right then, that this is their time. 

"Hey, Julie?" 

She turns to him with a smile. "Yes, baby?"

"You know, I never thought I'd be lucky enough to love someone like you. Someone so bright, so amazing. Julie—"

And he isn't nervous at all as he unravels from her side to kneel in front of her, although his hands do tremble as he retrieves her ring and holds it out. 

"Would you let me love you forever?" 

Her hands are clasped to her mouth, and she has tears in her eyes, but disbelieving laughter spills out from between her fingers, and he doesn't know what to make of that at all—they had talked—

Then and only then is Reggie nervous. 

She must see it in his face, because her eyes get wide, and she shakes her head. 

"Oh, baby, I'm not…just wait a second." 

He squints as she fumbles for something in the pocket of her dress, only to gasp as she tips a bag into her palm and—

A simple golden band spills out. 

They both giggle helplessly as she shifts to kneel as well. Her eyes shine, and softly, through a smile, she says—

"Only if you let me love you forever, too." 

She shrieks as he tackles her, and they roll into the grass, laughing and kissing and grasping at one another with eager hands.

They have to pick the rings out of the grass later, but it's definitely worth it, and when they walk through the door of the Molina's house that evening, rumpled, grass-stained, and smiling wide, and everyone asks what happened— 

They share a look, lift their hands, and say—

"What else? We said yes."

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[kochanski]

Study Buddy

Rimmer/Lister, rated E, no content warnings apply. Pre-accident fic. Rimmer is trying to study for his astro-navigation exams. Lister decides to distract him. (This is a repost so you can read while AO3 is down/for further archival purposes.)

"I haven't even said anything yet!" What a way to walk in the door on a Saturday morning. Lister only had a few hours to crash and recover from last night's drunken tomfoolery so he'd be prepared for tonight's drunken tomfoolery, and his roommate had carpeted the bunkroom in a colorful patchwork of neon squares. "What's all this?"

"Forget it, Lister."

"You know what they are," Rimmer hissed from the eye of the storm. "They're my revision timetables, and I was trying to organize them before you bungled into the room and destroyed an entire seven percent of all my hard work!"

Lister looked down. He'd stepped on one of the hundreds of papers Rimmer had strewn about the place.

"I thought you just failed the last exam. Don't you have months before you can retake it?"

"Exactly! I only have five months, twenty-eight days and three hours, so I have to organize my study time effectively or I'll never pass."

"Or," Lister offered, hesitant to even bring it up, "you could come out with me tonight. Me and the guys. Blow off some steam, y'know, maybe even take Kochanski's advice to heart and get laid."

"By who?" Rimmer snorted, gesturing at himself. "You've said it yourself- I have a snowball's chance of finding someone who'll put up with this."

"C'mon, man, you're not bad-looking. Just put on a short-sleeved shirt and keep your mouth shut."

"No thank you," Rimmer said. "Despite your best efforts to undermine me, Lister, I actually happen to have life goals that don't involve notches in my bedpost or setting the record for how many peanuts I can stick up my nose."

"I dunno, I think you could beat me at that second one by a long shot," Lister snickered, but he started towards his bunk, trying to tiptoe between the mess of paper and highlighters with little success. "You could do a lot of things if you just took a break from endless revisions and locking yourself in stasis."

"Forget it, Lister," he repeated. "Nothing you say or do can distract me. Go to bed."

Lister paused mid-tiptoe.

"Nothing?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"So anything I do, you're just going to keep on drawing squares with those stupid markers?"

"Yes!" He crossed his arms, nostrils flaring. "What don't you get about the concept? I am mentally shutting out everything and everyone that isn't a revision timetable, because I have to get this done today."

"Alright," Lister smirked, and he kicked up a cloud of pink and yellow on his way to grab his guitar.

"Very mature," Rimmer retorted, picking up the lime green and trying his best to ignore the situation.

Lister sat on Rimmer's thin mattress and twisted the knobs on the top bit of the guitar until the strings were as discordant from one another as he could make them. Rimmer wouldn't be able to tell the difference- he thought everything Lister played was trash- but might as well go the whole hog, anyway, right?

"Met me a girl, straight from Mars, and she spent all my money and broke my heart," Lister sang, savoring every last little crack in Rimmer's concentration. "Then I got me a date with a bird from Jupiter, yeah, fools rush in but I was stupider-"

It wasn't working nearly as well as he'd expected it would, though. Rimmer barely winced when he sang the verse about the bloke from Venus.

"Are you done?" he asked impassively when the song was over. "I'd like to put on some Tchaikovsky to cleanse my palette now, if you don't mind."

"What the smeg is a chai cough ski? A sport you do when you're sick in the Himalayas? D'you chug a cup of tea and try to keep it down while you're slalom-ing between the trees?" He mimed holding a pair of ski sticks and waggled his feet.

"For-get it, Lister," Rimmer said a third time, standing up and starting to walk to the locker where he kept his record collection. "I'm not dignifying your pathetic attempt at a joke with a response."

"You already have responded, though," Lister said, still unsure what exactly Rimmer had said. "I've won."

Rimmer paled and stopped in his tracks. Then, slowly, without disturbing his pile of highlighters, he silently sat back down and began furiously coloring in another of his squares.

"What? You're gonna just ignore me, then?"

No response.

"C'mon, Rimmer, I was just trying to loosen you up. You don't have to give me the silent treatment."

Nothing.

Well, Lister couldn't have that. He tossed the guitar up top and got down on the floor, peering over Rimmer's shoulder. Yeah, maybe invading his space was low-hanging fruit, but Lister'd always had stubby arms.

"Two hours for reviewing spherical trigonometry? You think that's enough?"

"Brush your teeth if you're going to talk directly into my ear," Rimmer said, but he shivered a little.

Hmm.

No, this was a horrible idea. And Lister was still clearly a bit buzzed if he was even considering it, and it seemed a bit on the cruel side as far as pranks went.

But Rimmer had said nothing would distract him. And that Lister could do absolutely anything.

"I thought you weren't s'posed to pay me any attention?" he murmured in a low voice, moving closer, so that he was sure his breath hit Rimmer's ear and neck.

"I'm not. I'm- I'm simply thinking aloud. To myself." His ears were red. "It just happens that I think you reek of watered-down beer."

"Well, you smell good, at least," Lister continued, leaning in to press his nose into Rimmer's hair. "You always smell kind of like laundry." It was a totally awkward attempt at flirting, horrible, but he was tired beyond belief. Lister's last good brain cells had gone on strike, and he was left with whatever half-witted scabs the boss had dragged up to do the job.

Not that it mattered to good old Arnie. He'd actually stopped coloring for a second, the ever-turning cogs in his head grinding to a violent halt. He leaned forward, brushing Lister away, and started scribbling like a madman.

"This is a losing game you're playing. All you're doing is making yourself look stupid and desperate. Time is of the essence, and I absolutely won't get mixed up in whatever slime-brained ideas you have about my sexuality."

"Hang on, who said anything about sexuality?" Lister grinned. "I just said you smelled nice, and then I smelled you."

"Ah, I'd forgotten, you and your Neanderthal friends think this type of behavior is normal. You all smell each other's crotches and pick fleas off one another in lieu of a hello or a handshake."

"Still just thinkin' aloud? 'Cause it sounds like you're having a conversation with me now."

"Troglodyte," Rimmer spat, and nearly put a hole in the paper with the pink highlighter.

Lister touched his back, lightly, just fingertips, and Rimmer flinched for a second but tried not to react.

"C'mon, Rimmer, relax. It's a Saturday. Saturdays are meant for lazing about and recoverin' from the long work week, not for stressing yourself out over a stupid exam that's six months from now."

Rimmer really looked like he wanted to correct Lister that it was five months and however many days and hours, but his mouth stayed shut. It was almost a shame, because normally Lister couldn't get him to be quiet for five minutes on a good day.

Lister moved his hand across Rimmer's back in soft strokes. His nose and mouth nuzzled into the corner where Rimmer's left shoulder met his neck. He could feel the skin get hotter, feel that Rimmer had forgotten how to think for a moment, the annoying marker-on-paper noise stopping entirely.

"Lister," he gasped, before remembering himself. "I- Lister! Look what you've done! Six o'clock on the fourteenth was supposed to be blue, and you've gone and made me fill it in with orange."

"Come on, Rimmer, just leave it."

"Can't you just go to bed and leave me to my misery like you normally do? Why torment me like this? Why today, of all days, when I'm doing something this important?" He sounded actually exasperated, somewhere between whining and pleading, and Lister might or might not have felt a tiny pang of guilt.

"Someone has to save you from yourself. Besides, if I went to sleep in here you'd either wake me up 'cause I was snorin' too loud, or I'd end up covered in timetable when you ran out of room on the floor." Lister wrapped his arms around Rimmer's waist from behind, leaning forward. "Just admit I've won, put the markers away, an' I'll quit bothering you. We can chalk the whole thing up to me being drunk, never speak of it again."

"No."

"No?"

Rimmer set down the highlighter and pulled Lister's arms apart, turning around to face him with this strangely calm look on his face. It was the same kind of weird serenity that usually happened right before he was about to do something insane, and Lister's stomach wrapped itself in knots.

"Lister, do you know what time it is?"

"What time is it?"

"One-thirty in the afternoon," Rimmer said in a monotone, "and according to schedule, I should have finished the timetables by one. Perhaps a few minutes I could have made up here and there, but half an hour?"

"So…"

"So I'm going to have to re-do all of it. All five months and twenty-eight days and so on. I'll have to write it all out and reschedule everything. Every last bit. And you-" Rimmer reached forward, grabbing Lister by the collar. "Help me," he choked, and it was more of a plea than the command he'd probably intended.

So Lister helped him.

He pressed his mouth squarely against Rimmer's, half-surprised when there was no resistance- but, yeah, no, Rimmer'd probably been relieved for an excuse to quit making himself miserable.

Rimmer had no clue how to kiss back, but his fist tightened around the fabric of Lister's shirt, yanking him closer, and that was good as anything. Lister broke the kiss, moving his hands up to cup Rimmer's face.

"Open your mouth," he said gently, and Rimmer opened it wide like he was at his annual checkup. "Alright, don't unhinge your jaw. Just-" He grabbed Rimmer's chin with his finger and thumb, moving his jaw upward until they were both properly positioned. It felt sort of like a movie kiss, like one of those black-and-whites, and he tried to channel Cary Grant as best he could as he pressed their lips together. He wanted this to be as perfect as possible, he thought, without really thinking about why he was doing any of it.

As Lister pushed his way into Rimmer's mouth, he was met with this little whiny sort of noise. God, he hadn't expected this to be so hot, but it was- Rimmer's whimpering in this context set all his nerve endings on fire. He stroked the side of Rimmer's face, slow, keeping rhythm. The kiss was the same way- Lister would lurch forward a bit, then pull back, scraping his teeth against Rimmer's bottom lip on his way out. If nothing else, he'd never been told he was a bad kisser. He only pulled away completely when he realized Rimmer wasn't breathing.

"You-" Rimmer panted, red-faced, letting go of Lister's shirt. He'd stretched out the neck of it beyond repair. "That isn't at all what I meant by helping."

"Well, I'm not about to spend the next ten hours doing the color-by-number from hell." Lister let his hands fall to Rimmer's shoulders. "I can think of better things to do, eh?"

"If you're asking my permission to- to have your way with me, I'm not going to just say it."

"Why not? What's the worst that can happen?"

"You're drunk."

"More hungover than anything," Lister argued, "and exhausted."

"Well, exactly. You're not in your right mind, as proven by the way you just forced yourself on me, so it's better if this doesn't go any further."

"Now hang on, that's not fair. We were both having a good time-"

"Having a good time. You thought that was good?"

"Wait, are you saying it wasn't good?"

"No, I mean- you thought it was good, you kissing me? That it was something you actually liked?"

"I don't know how to explain this, Rimmer, but you're not a hideous beast. Somebody might actually fancy you someday if you'd just let them."

"So this wasn't just a prank. You… meant to do this."

"It is a prank, but I also liked it. Smeg, it can be that simple." Lister slid his hands down from Rimmer's shoulders to his chest. "Come on. Give me a real reason we shouldn't."

"It's difficult to switch bunkroom assignments. As you well know."

"Why's that a problem?"

"Well, afterward, when you regret it, and you can't get rid of me." Rimmer said it without hesitation, in his same prim tone of disdain, like it was fact. Like it was some holy scripture somebody had carved on a rock ten thousand years ago, or some kind of scientific law everyone had memorized by primary school. E equals em cee squared. Nobody will ever like Arnold Rimmer enough to shag him twice.

It was depressing, was what it was.

"Look," Lister started, uncertain. This had all been completely impulse up to this point, and he hadn't come prepared to give Rimmer a pep talk. "We've been stuck together hating each other's guts for the better part of two years, right? What if we just tried something different for a bit?"

"Oh, like what? You can't expect me to believe you're actually, genuinely proposing-" He paled. "You are, aren't you."

"So?"

"You're just doing this because Kochanski dumped you, and she was the last woman on this ship with the unfortunate lack of self-respect to sleep with you sober."

"I dunno, you're sober, and you seemed pretty happy to have my tongue halfway down your throat a minute ago, didn't you?"

"You- I- well, who can have self-respect when they've gone and ruined their one chance at acing the exam? Anyone would feel depressed after that. You're the one taking advantage."

"Right, fine, then, I give up. I'm going to bed." Lister let go of Rimmer.

"Don't do that," he protested. "I haven't properly rejected you yet."

"Well, hurry up and pull the trigger. The bars open at four, so I only really have about two hours of good sleep before Petersen calls me up again."

"Alright, I will."

"Great," Lister said, shaking his head and pushing himself up into a squat, but in the next instant Rimmer had him flat against the floor, paper rustling beneath them. "Oh," he grinned.

"Don't say a single word."

"S'that an order?"

"I… maybe it is."

"You know I don't follow those."

"What if I make you?"

"Make me?" Lister echoed, delighted. Smeg, Rimmer was going to boss him around. How far could he push this? "You can't make me do anything. You're the second-to-last rung on the ladder."

"I'm the second technician," Rimmer insisted, "which means you're beneath me both literally and figuratively. You're a worm," he continued, moving his hands up Lister's chest, "and you should be grovelling at my feet, begging for your life like the insect you are."

He was good at this. Or maybe he earnestly believed it. Either way, whatever retort Lister had died in his throat and he nodded.

"Glad we finally understand each other." Rimmer took a deep breath, clearly trying to summon something. Courage, maybe. Or he was trying to ward off his disgust. "Er- what do I do next?"

Lister shrugged- not a single word, right- and pointed at his mouth.

"Not that again- not until you've brushed your teeth," Rimmer complained. "Somewhere else."

Lister pointed downwards.

"Oh, shut up," Rimmer said, grabbing his hands. "I'll figure it out."

He leaned forward, pushing Lister's chin back until it pointed towards the ceiling. He peppered soft kisses over Lister's neck, if you could call them that. They were less kisses and more Rimmer clumsily smushing his mouth and nose against Lister's skin, but it wasn't bad. Actually, it felt sort of nice, having Rimmer's full concentration leveled at him in a way that didn't involve yelling or a trip to the captain's office. He let out a sigh of contentment.

"You like that?"

Lister nodded.

"Can I…" Rimmer toyed with the too-loose neck of his poor ruined T-shirt. "I want this off," he said, quieter with each syllable.

Lister grinned, pushing Rimmer into an upright position. He shimmied out of his jacket with some difficulty, pulling his shirt up over his head and flinging it vaguely towards the hamper.

"Better," Rimmer said. "You're so eager to follow orders, now that you think you're getting something out of it. It's frankly disgusting."

"Yeah? You want me to start disobeying?"

"No. I'm just saying, think of all the time and effort we could have saved if you'd have listened to me from the start." His hands started exploring, and Lister's skin prickled everywhere his fingers touched. They were a lot softer than he'd expected, although it made sense. Rimmer never did any of the actual work, when would he have developed callouses? "Imagine. If I'd offered to have sex with you years ago, we could have been so efficient together. Why, we'd have rocketed straight to the top of the ladder."

"You think so? That's what was holdin' you back so long, not havin' proper access to my cock?"

"I-" Rimmer froze. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"I mean, I agree. Maybe if I'd been reamin' you every night, you'd be relaxed enough to score higher than a seven on your exams."

"This is why I wanted you to stay quiet," Rimmer said, and he leaned forward and pressed a shaky kiss to Lister's mouth. His hands didn't stop, cupping and squeezing Lister's chest like they were the best pair of knockers he'd ever felt up- probably true- and grazing his thumbs over both nipples. Lister squirmed.

"Feels weird."

"Isn't this what you're supposed to do?"

"Yeah, with girls. Nobody's done this on my tits before."

"Well, is it good weird or bad weird?"

"I can't tell." It felt vaguely uncomfortable, like when you hit the wrong spot digging lint out of your belly button, but on the other hand, that electric tingle seemed to feed right into the warm arousal happening in his groin.

Rimmer scooted down and kissed one of his nipples, the dirty bastard, opened his mouth and licked it, and Lister made up his mind very quickly that this was a thing he liked.

"Keep doing that," he breathed. Rimmer's tongue was hot, and when he moved to the other side Lister could feel cold air on the wet spot he'd left. His hips moved upwards of their own volition into Rimmer's stomach. "God, Rimmer, yes. Just like that."

"Keep still," Rimmer complained, grabbing Lister's hips, and of course that didn't help things. "If you keep fidgeting I'm not going to be able to concentrate on what I'm doing."

"I'm fidgeting because you're doing a good job."

"Well, I'm hardly going to be able to keep up my stellar performance if you squirm like that," he continued, clearly not getting it. "Just lay still."

"Rimmer, I'm not going to be able to lay completely still. I'm not Rachel."

"You- how do you know about Rachel?"

"C'mon, man, you're not subtle. I always have to keep an ear out for squeaking before I come in the door." Lister shook his head. "I'm the real thing, alright, I'm gonna move and react, and it's a good thing. Means you're driving me up the wall."

"I am?"

"Yeah," Lister said, dropping into a softer, huskier tone. "I want it bad, Rimmer. I want you."

"You want me," he repeated, skeptical, but his face was going pink again. "Are you- er- clean?"

"C'mon, you know they screen us constantly for that sort of thing."

"I meant physically clean, Lister, you idiot. I'm not going to take off these trousers if it means chemical warfare."

"I just showered yesterday morning," he protested. "You were there."

"Yesterday morning was before a night of debauchery and drinking."

"If you're going to be annoying about it, I'll make do with over-the-clothes, alright?"

"No," Rimmer said firmly. "I've already completely debased myself, there's no point in doing things halfway now."

"Look, do whatever's comfortable, not what you think you have to." Lister reached up, stroking the spot where Rimmer's jaw met his neck. "We're here to have ourselves a good time, and you don't have anything to prove, right?"

"I'd say there's a lot to prove, actually-"

"Rimmer. Turn your brain off. I want you and I like what you're doing."

Maybe being blunt did the trick, because he seemed to relax a bit.

"Alright. You first, and then me. Sound good?"

"Yeah, stellar."

"Lights off," Rimmer said, then fumbled in the dark with the fly of Lister's trousers. "Smeg."

"I've got it." Lister reached down and unzipped. He took Rimmer's hand, gently, and placed it over his crotch. Maybe there was something to the whole blindness-enhancing-your-senses thing, because he swore he could hear every minor change in Rimmer's breathing. He was either incredibly anxious or really aroused, judging by the way his breath hitched. Could be both.

"Lister," he started, hesitant. "How… I mean, obviously you just- how do I-"

"Move your hand up and down," Lister sighed. "Just pretend it's yours."

"Right, but if I can't feel it, how am I supposed to know if it's too rough? What if I… break it?"

"Break it?" Lister didn't know whether to laugh or zip his pants back up immediately. "How smegging hard's your death grip, man?"

"No, I mean, how do I know if I'm doing it right?"

"Well, if I'm not screamin' at you to stop, you're probably on the right track, yeah? I'm easy to please."

"Emphasis on easy," Rimmer retorted, and Lister was about to say something back, but Rimmer was peeling back his underwear.

He tested the waters, gingerly wrapping his fingers around Lister's shaft and applying light pressure. Then squeezed gently. Then a little tighter.

"That's good," Lister said. "Right there."

"It's wet," Rimmer complained. "You're over-excited already, aren't you?" He moved his hand slowly from base to tip and back, once, twice, three times, achingly slow. "You like this."

"Yeah, I do. I do," Lister repeated, grinding his hips up against Rimmer's fist. Any extra friction, anything to get him to pick up the pace. Lister's temperature was rising, unbearably warm, and his few remaining brain cells had all but melted away by this point. The only thought he could keep in his mind for more than a second was that Rimmer- his Rimmer, his annoying bunkmate, total straight-laced prick, had him lying naked on the floor arching his back.

"Tell me… tell me you like me," Rimmer tried, voice a little softer.

"I like you," Lister babbled. "I like you so much. God, you're so weirdly sexy, I honestly didn't think I'd be this desperate, but you're just so-" Kissing. Rimmer was kissing him all of a sudden, sloppy, just kind of wriggling his tongue around in there- but it was good, even if Rimmer didn't know what he was doing in the slightest. He sucked Rimmer's tongue and was rewarded with another one of those shaky, whiny noises. Too bad the lights were off- he would have thrown away half his salary to see the look on Rimmer's face then they pulled apart.

"I'm- I'm going to try something, and you can't laugh at me if it goes sideways." His voice was a little more determined. Clearly, he'd gained confidence somehow.

"Yeah, I'm game. Anything you want."

A bit of shuffling as Rimmer repositioned himself between Lister's legs.

He hadn't really expected much of anything, certainly nothing shocking- maybe Rimmer was going to use his left hand instead of his right- but oh, oh, all of a sudden his cock was in Rimmer's mouth.

A wave of pleasure rolled through him. Rimmer's whole tongue-waggling technique was a hell of a lot more effective brushing rhythmically against his head. "Ahh- just- just watch your teeth, alright?"

"Mmph."

"Finally found a way to shut you up," Lister laughed, and that stopped Rimmer dead in his tracks.

"If I recall, this started because you wanted me to talk to you." He could picture the furrowed brow, the annoyed frown, maybe softened with a hint of fondness. Wishful thinking.

"I just wanted your attention," Lister admitted. "I like when you pay attention to me, Arn."

"You- I- shut up and let me do this," Rimmer snapped, clearly flustered. Ah- he'd hit some sort of nerve.

"I mean it," he struggled, trying to find coherent words in the tangled state of sensation his brain was in. Rimmer was licking up the length of him, exploring at his leisure, and Lister only half-managed to suppress a groan when he found a ridge on the underside to rub against. "Mmn- you're so good at this- driving me mad-"

Rimmer put him back in his mouth, sucking tight around his cock, and- his hips jerked forward- with a jolt of molten, white-hot energy, he felt himself tumble over the edge. Smeg. He'd meant to say something before shooting a load into Rimmer's mouth, but-

"Lister?!" Rimmer sounded horrified.

"Sorry, man, I wasn't- I didn't expect to-"

"I swallowed it."

"You what?"

"It wasn't on purpose! What do I do, I mean- should I try to make myself throw up, or-"

"It's not poison."

"Well, I don't imagine it's good for you, either!" A pause. "And it won't- well, of course it wouldn't- I don't have the parts…"

"You're not gonna get pregnant, you prat!" He couldn't help laughing. "What sort of sex education do they have on Io?"

"Not the same-sex kind," Rimmer mumbled, hurt. Lister sighed and leaned forward into the dark, a scrap of timetable stuck to his upper back. He found Rimmer's shoulders, then the collar of his shirt, and finally his jaw, pressing an earnest kiss against Rimmer's lips.

"It's alright. Promise I'll pay the child support."

"That's disgusting. You know what's just been in my mouth."

"So? Maybe I like it." Lister pulled his underwear back up and shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning against the bottom bunk. "Anyway, we agreed on taking turns. Come on. You're next."

"That's hardly necessary. Really. I think I've gone through my phase, I've had my experience, and I'm done."

"If you really mean that, then I'll go on and get me clothes back on, but… so far, you've been kind of shit at telling me what you really want. I mean, you accuse me of coming onto you and then jump my bones the next second."

"Well," Rimmer said, cautiously, "what if you just… held me while I did it?"

"Alright." He reached out again, swinging Rimmer's legs over his lap. Like this, Rimmer could lean against his shoulder- did, actually, and his cheek was red-hot. Lister smiled and wrapped his arms around Rimmer's waist, tight. "Feeling cozy enough?"

"Cozy." Rimmer scoffed. "Sure. Chocolate and marshmallows next to a roaring fire."

"Can I kiss you during, or is this a totally hands-off sort of thing?"

"Again, I have your… your sperm in my mouth."

"Can't be worse than what I had for breakfast."

"Fine, then." Rimmer lifted his head. "If you- if you really want to, I suppose you can kiss me."

"Brutal," Lister grinned, finding Rimmer's lips and nipping at the bottom one with his teeth. Rimmer seemed to like being bitten, the way he dug his fingernails into Lister's arm, squirmed. This was probably a first for him, right? Lister pulled away, nuzzling Rimmer's cheek, and worked his way back until he could get Rimmer's earlobe gently between his teeth.

"Lister, are you trying to eat me?" His tone was half-incredulous, but strained, and he'd dug his nails in again.

"Yeah, guess I am." Lister grabbed Rimmer by the jaw, tilting his head so that he could get at the skin of his neck.

"That…" The argument died in Rimmer's throat, replaced by a soft, meek "okay."

Rimmer still smelled good, like pressed laundry, like aftershave, though the room around them was starting to smell of sex. His skin was way softer than it had any right to be- probably the regular bathing, the constant exercise, the annoying bottles of moisturizing such-and-such that crowded his locker. Lister bit down a little harder. Maybe it felt better than it should have, ruining Rimmer's stupid perfect skin. Maybe he'd leave a mark, right above the collar, annoyingly hard to cover up without being obvious about it.

"Lister," Rimmer groaned, one hand digging into Lister's back. The other had started to move back and forth, slowly, and Lister realized with a twinge of arousal that he was feeling himself up through his pants. Smeg.

"Such a hypocrite," he murmured against Rimmer's neck. "You keep callin' me disgusting and easy and everything, but I bet you won't last more than a minute if I keep this up."

"That's beside the point," Rimmer argued.

"Which point? The part where you gave me a handjob, or the one where you sucked me off?"

"Lister-" His tone was angry, but his hand was moving faster.

"I mean it. You're a total whore, I mean, now that you finally have someone to mess around with. You've been dying for a chance to do this, haven't you? You been rubbing one out, thinking about how good my cock would feel in your mouth?"

"Yes," Rimmer choked. "God, I- there's no excuse- I just wanted-"

"It's okay," Lister said, moving the hand that wasn't supporting Rimmer down his chest. If they had time, he would have unbuttoned the ugly beige uniform, slipped his hand under the tight white cotton shirt he knew was underneath. Maybe switched the light back on so he could have a proper look. But Rimmer was probably pretty close, judging by the way he was whimpering. "You deserve this. You needed this. And I liked giving it to you. You're so handsome, Rimmer, and you're such a good lay, really," he continued. "You're so good at this. Even this- if I had a round two in me, Rimmer, be on my knees begging you for it, I swear."

"Please," Rimmer whined, probably only having processed the word begging. "Please, Lister, please?"

"Alright," Lister shrugged, and he caught Rimmer's skin between his teeth again, and Rimmer shuddered, letting out a pained moan.

It really hadn't taken much at all to get him off, and Lister was sorry he hadn't had more time to try things.

"Alright," Rimmer panted. "You've had your fun. You can go back to tormenting me now. Tell all your stupid little friends I'm desperately homosexual, take out an ad in the ship newsletter."

"Actually, this is normally the part where we get a pizza and a bunch of curries and stay in bed for three days straight."

"Ah. Right. The only times I ever got peace and quiet were when you'd bugger off to some bimbo's bunkroom for a week-"

"Well, now you get to be the bimbo." Lister really wished he could make out more than faint outlines- Rimmer's expression was probably priceless. Yeah, enough. "Lights on."

It was a disaster- Rimmer's study schedule was scattered around them, torn and wrinkled; Lister's pants were still pulled halfway down, and his shirt had somehow made it around the top of one of the chairs when he'd tossed it aside.

And Rimmer- red-faced, rumpled, his tie crooked, a definite damp spot on the front of his pants. Beautiful.

"I need a shower," he squeaked, "and before you say a damned word, you aren't invited."

"Aw."

"When I come out, I want all the paper off the floor, and I expect you to be- less naked. Then we'll… we can discuss the idea of me not immediately putting in a reassignment request."

"Works for me," Lister grinned. Rimmer started to clamber out of his arms, but he pulled him back in. "Wait."

"What?"

Lister gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Right. Need to brush my teeth, too," Rimmer bristled, but he looked flustered-mad instead of angry-mad.

Hmmm. Lister threw his shirt back on, kicking the abandoned timetables into a messy pile by the hamper. All things considered, this had been one of the few times an impulse decision had worked out well. Maybe, when Rimmer got out of the shower, he could convince him to cuddle in the lower bunk and watch a movie or two. At the very least, he was sure Rimmer's mind was as far from the astronavigation exam as it could possibly get.

"Holly, can you send Petersen a quick message?" he asked. "Tell him I'm busy tonight. Last minute plans."

#red dwarf #rimster #writing

[nancypullen]

What Day Is It?

Thought I'd drop in and let everyone know I'm still kicking. I'm really liking my job but really hating the long hours. I worked until 8 o'clock last night and it nearly killed this old lady. The people that I work with are exceptionally nice, the work itself is interesting and there's never a dull moment, and the paycheck is tasty. If I didn't have to be on my feet most the day it would be darn near perfect (or if my days were just shorter). I shelved books from noon to 3 o'clock yesterday, then hauled stuff in from the outdoor book drop and checked it all in, pulled books that people put on hold, worked the circulation desk and helped people with copying, printing, etc then (hallelujah!) I got to spend a couple of hours in my favorite part of the library. Tucked away from the hustle and bustle, it's the sweetest room and has the best light.

The children's room! I made that little video during a lull in the action, it didn't last long. Every time I get to work in this room I find more wonderful books to check out for the grandgirl's next visit. I've got a stack. Those zippered kits on the shelves are wonderful, they're for parents to check out and they're filled with children's books on topics like potty training or welcoming a new sibling. Some include games and puzzles. They get a lot of action. I've inherited a job from a lovely gal who is leaving to pursue a career in architecture so I get to do all of the library displays. You know that doesn't break my heart. Before leaving she prepared stuff for March and pulled the books, so my ideas will start in April. I'm already working on puffy clouds with strings of raindrops falling from them and a banner that says APRIL SHOWERS. Underneath will be a sign that says:

surrounded by the books and right in front a big box of Kleenex. April is also National Poetry Month so of course I'll have a display for that, but I'm also planning a display of gardening books with this sign.

I know, I'm corny. I don't care. I'll probably make one change to the plans for her March displays because March is Women's History Month and you know I can't let that go without recognition. I'll just make a pink banner that says Women's History Month and I slapped this together.

I've got a list of books to pull - everything from Wild Women of Maryland to books on female codebreakers, fashion icons, spies, inventors, authors, politicians, and all sorts of biographies. I'm not kidding when I say that I'm really enjoying the job, but it might kill me. Because there is a lot of lifting, and I'm on my feet most of the day, my sciatica is raging. It ticks me off because I spent months doing telehealth PT and starting my day with stretches and being ever so careful, and it worked. I was able to beat it down to a dullness that allowed me to do pretty much anything I wanted. Now I want to cry by the end of the night. Ugh. Because I work with such youngsters I keep it to myself. They wouldn't get it. I'm also not going to ask anyone to do anything for me. Either I can pull my weight or I can't. I'm really, really hoping it gets better. I do wish that I was a bit more part-time. I'm embarrassed that it's even an issue for me, but it is what it is. All I can do is keep going and see what happens, right? Every night when I try not to limp to my car I swear I'm quitting. Then I think of the nice people I work with, the fun kids in the children's room, the interesting questions when I'm at the information desk (that's a whole blog post) and decide to take a handful of ibuprofen and try again. Speaking of walking to my car at night...funny story about my car. I mentioned that the Edgewaters were buying a new vehicle so we bought one of their cars. I just needed something small and fuel efficient to get to work and back (the library is less than a mile from our house, I should probably walk) and to have when Mickey is out and about taking photos. Anyyyyway, I always buy a decal to place on my back window. It's easy to spot in a parking lot and it's also just cute. You know I'll decorate anything. I usually choose a bright peace sign - simple, and as I said, easy to spot. Normally it's just this.

But this time I found a version I liked more, so I stuck it on there.

I was super happy with it until a someone asked why I had a Playboy bunny on my car.

Me, a 60 year old granny who works in a library...were they serious??? They were serious. Surely that's not what the rest of this town thinks. They must be so disappointed when I get out of my car in my comfy shoes and stretchy pants. Oh well, that's all from me tonight. Just wanted to pop in and assure you that I haven't made a run for the border or thrown myself into the Chesapeake Bay. I'm still plugging along traying to find the best in every day. It's always there. There's a bubble bath calling me and a couple of cats that want to snuggle. Rumor has it that there's snow on the way tonight and I'm hoping to wake up to a blanket of white. Cross your fingers! Sending out lots of love tonight. Take as much as you need and pass it on. Stay safe, stay well, stay warm. XOXO, Nancy

#Youtube

[undercity-princess]

Kinktober 7

NSFW prompt: virginity

Jinx X Akali

It was bound to happen. They both had wanted it for a while now. But they also feared it due to their inexperience. Jinx even had considered asking Vi, but that would entail that her sister and that piltie had a sex life and she'd rather not think about that. Prancing into Babette's and demanding answers at gunpoint had seemed too much, even for her. So instead she had stolen an anatomy book and a sapphic romance novel from the Kiramman library and prayed to whoever listened that theoretical knowledge would be enough.

Akali had tried to pester some information out of Irelia who,instead of giving her some kind of routine she could practice, just had said that every body was different and she'd have to find out what Jinx liked. She had found a scroll about how to seduce a woman, but that had been mostly written for men.

They were laying in Jinx's bed, legs entwined, clothes long discarded. Hands were everywhere on each other's bodies, but there was still this one step to be gone.

When their lips disconnected for some air, Akali broke the unspoken subject "You ever done this before?"

Jinx halted and looked away blushing "No… I… never"

"Hey, it's okay, me neither" She carefully moved her lover's face to look into her eyes. "But I… you know… I.. I'd like to try something… on you, if you'd let me. You know, just see if you'd like it and if you don't it's okay and we'll try something else…"

"I trust you" Jinx broke through Akali's rambling. "I trust you and I'd like you to do whatever you want… to me." She added. She took a deep breath and laid on her back, looking over at her lover "I'm all yours." She willed her body to be as still as possible.

Akali took in the sight offered to her. Jinx was every aspect of beautiful she knew. She let her eyes roam free, unashamed. Jinx liked the attention, even if she was blushing right now.

The brunette took a shuddering breath. She could do this, this couldn't be that hard.

"You just lay back and relax, ok? Let me take care of you. If anything feels off you tell me alright?"

"Mmhmm" Jinx nodded.

Her lover took another measured breath and finally moved in closer. She laid back down beside Jinx and let her hand rest on her cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss "And I want to show you"

Her hand started wandering down. "I want to make you feel good" until it reached her breast.

She put her forehead on the bluenette's and carefully started playing with her perky nipple. Her ministrations pulled sweet little noises out of the recipient. Continuing her touches Akali began to kiss a slow line from Jinx' s jaw down her throat, following the path of her hand, only to go down to the neglected breast. She lapped at the second nipple and lightly sucked. Jinx arched her back to get closer to the sensation, her mind being caught up in the sensory input.

Her mouth still engaged, her hand started moving lower again, lightly skimming the plains of cloud tattooed abdomen to the tuft of cropped blue hair. She looked up, as for permission. She kept the eye contact and slowly glided between already parted legs.

Pink eyes fixated on red, Jinx breath caught in her throat when she felt Akali's fingers between her folds. Her body was ready, providing enough wetness for the friction to be enjoyable. Yet this was like nothing she had ever felt before. Kali's exploring fingers left fire in their path and her touch felt like too much and not enough at the same time. When those nimble fingers grazed her clit for the first time, she tried to chase the sensation.

As if she was feeling her need, the motion was repeated. Her breaths turned into high pitched whines.

"Is this… good?"

"Don't… please… don't stop"

She kept her thumb caressing the clit and carefully pushed a finger into her wet core.

Jinx felt like there was a fire inside her, kindled by Akali's touches. It kept growing until orgasm took her by surprise. She cried her lover's name while her whole body convulsed and her world burst into stars.

Akali stopped and started rubbing soothing circles into her girlfriend's hip instead.

The bluenette turned to her lover, intending to return the bliss, in her own way. She turned both of them and went to straddle her lover.

Akali yelped, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"Do you trust me too?"

"I… yeah, of course I do"

"Then relax now. I want you to have some, too"

She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Kali's lips that turned into a plethora of kisses along her jaw to her pulse. Her hands cupped supple breasts from below, while thumbs and indexes lightly pinched both nipples.

Akali's eyes wanted to roll back and close, but she forced them open to keep looking at the loving determination on her love's face.

The upper woman shifted down to make room for her hand, which had left its place to be replaced by her tongue.

Patience wasn't her game, even if she tried to go as slow as possible. She carded through well groomed dark hair and let a finger drop into wet folds. Curious movements lead her to the hardened nub that felt already throbbing to Kali. She drew some circles around it and then boldly swept her finger over it.

The ninja felt like losing it. She wanted to push that clever hand in and away, beg for more and for her to stop. She closed her eyes and let Jinx have her way with her body. This was already more than she had ever felt touching herself.

She felt movement between her legs, like a giant cat laying down and then there was a new sensation. It was warm and wet and strong. Her eyes shot open to see Jinx. Her mouth was pressed onto Akalis core while her tongue mapped her body out.

She learned fast that flicking her tongue on her clit brought the loudest moans out of her girlfriend. Those ministrations turned to sucking as she inserted a finger. She moved it deliberately careful, curled this way and that, to see which one got the best reaction. When she found the spot, she abused it with every stroke.

Akali saw white, then all colors at once when she came, her body curling from head to toe. Jinx stilled her hand and looked up.

Akali pulled her up to her face to give her a wild and passionate kiss. She wrapped herself around the lithe frame of her love.

"I love you so so much"

"I love you too, just as much"

#league of legends #akali #jinx league of legends #jinx lol #akali league of legends

[vander-affectionate]

HIIII-- how about Vander with fem!reader at the pool or beach or just somewhere bathing suits are worn and reader has a nip slip <3

babe lemme tell you. i want a mini series based off of this ngl, but just enjoy this. summer vibes, annoying neighbor, hot guy and thank you for requesting!! i had fun with this surprisingly???

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you will be blocked, fem!reader, reader is mid-twenties and vander is thirties ig? i'd like to think he's prematurely grey but he is a dilf in this so that begs the question, shitty neighbor, sorry if you like bubblegum pop or anything pink, it girl (hope you guys know what that is), but umm idek if you count this as flirting its mostly reader butting heads with the neighbor, pool setting, brief nudity idk man, landlord!grayson, might change the shitty neighbor's name (gimme ideas if you have diff name for our shitty neighbor)

What is summer supposed to feel like? The image in your head was at one point to live healthy like all those health nuts with schedules wired into their day and being out with that tight circle of friends you loved being around so much. But it didn’t feel like that. At all.

It felt like being dragged out into sticky air at the pool of your apartment complex because your next door neighbor had convinced herself (the loud music past ten o’clock girl who swears up and down at the landlord) that she’s the best thing since glittery pink bubblegum lip gloss came out. And just in case the concept of blaring preppy music, miserable humidity in the height of summer, and glitter doesn’t make you turn your nose up then the fact that she’s convinced that she’s your best friend just makes it that much worse.

You thought you could get away with going out in the swim suit you really liked to enjoy the afternoon, even the sun relaxed behind the clouds. You were optimistic about the guy you’d never seen before who flashed you a smile from the other side of the pool area and you thought this would be a good day for you.

You thought.

Then that song you hear three or four times a day begins to fill your ears and the sun practically fazes the clouds away and you sigh audibly, peeking over your shades at the sun overhead. It’s blaring more intensely and you wonder if it’s a sign for you to go in.

You make the mistake of seeing what direction the music is coming from and thar’ she blows. Preppy girl from 503. Her name’s… well you don’t make the effort to remember. It starts with something, but she makes eye contact with you from underneath her tinted red seashell sunglasses and waves at you with this sickly smile that makes you want to throw yourself in the pool.

One look at the sun and it seems to burn hotter.

Run.

You tip your shades off and don’t bother to listen for a greeting from the bane of your existence when you jump into the pool. It’s not that you don’t like her- you don’t. Nothing personal against her really, but another sing-song sentence in your ear would make you want to pop your eardrums especially after the week you’ve had. Hair be damned, you’d just go get it done because another excuse to get away from home would be nothing but bliss if it meant a couple hours of avoiding what’s her name?

“Hey.”

You startle, almost letting go of the concrete and slipping beneath the water line. A glance reveals-

“It’s Chel.” she smiles down at you from where she’s crouched on the pool edge.

You move to the side, grabbing a better grip on the concrete and avoid making eye contact with her. What does she want? And what in all of creation provoked her to follow you clear across the pool?

“I put my stuff beside yours.” she smiles and you don’t bother glancing back, instead you bite back a groan because you don’t want to know if she meant beside yours as in on the same chair or in the chair on the other side of the best shade in the pool. “You know since we haven’t caught up in a while. Let’s go get a drink- I heard about this party…”

You don’t bother saying anything. Maybe you’re dehydrated or it’s from being in the sun too long, but your temples are starting to throb. So, looking her dead in the eye, you sink right back into the water and it burns to open your eye check, but it looks like she’s stripping to follow you in.

You come right back up when you realize there’s no avoiding her and she’s still talking.

You’re still talking? That’s exactly what you want to say and you look behind her, she’s got this confidence to her that makes your skin itch and you lean your head back, wiping your hands over your face to get the excess water off and rub your eyes, partially hoping she’d just take a fucking hint. But a hand is touching you and you tense, head whipping over to the hand on your shoulder and pushing it off.

“Please don’t touch me.” you grumble, pulling yourself up and out the pool.

She doesn’t stop speaking and you’re not sure if you heard an apology in there because you’re not really listening, but you’re kneeling on hot concrete and stopping her before she gets out with you.

“I’ll be back. I need to make a call.” you tell her.

She starts to get out anyway, “I’ll come with you. We might see some cute guys.”

“Please just- stay.” I need to compose myself before I even think about talking to you again.

She doesn’t get that you don’t want to be around her right now and frankly explaining why would be an added headache to the one you feel forming in your head. But she takes some kind of hint and gives another one of those smiles where her nose crinkles and her eyes squint in a way one might at a baby and it’s getting on your nerves. It always does.

And ignoring how her things are overlapping yours in the chair you were seated in a few minutes ago is easier said than done.

Your towel is wrapped around your waist and you’ve chosen to go indoors in the comfort of A/C to find a vending machine, but you’re plagued by a tap on your arm. The back of your hand pushes at the hand on your shoulder, “I don’t like being touched.” you murmur exasperated, but stop halfway through your blank trance to find a completely different figure beside you in the vending machine reflection.

It knocked your breath away when you turned and found that guy from the other side of the pool behind you. For a minute, you’re looking up and up until you finally find his eyes shaded by sunglasses and his smile is sheepish as he tucks it in his pocket.

“Sorry,” he offers gently.

Focus on his face, you remind yourself. Not the lump in his swim trunks, but if he asked, you’d tell him it was his hand you were looking at.

Your attention drifted a bit. Thankfully not downward, but it’s your credit card in hand that he’s picked up. “You dropped this and I thought it’d be a good opportunity to talk to the pretty sight across the pool.”

The way his words bring a smile out of you. He smiles wide as your attention shifts off his face and you rub down your face. Wow. What a smile.

“If that’s alright?” he asks, shifting his weight and it gives you the perfect view of-

Don’t look down.

His chest is wide. And his arms are thick and you can’t help, but smirk. “Are you sure you’re not showing out for Miss Bubblegum Pop?”

His smile widens a fraction and hell, you didn’t think it could get bigger. Your mind drifts, but you don’t let it for long when he shrugs and lets out a breath that deflates his chest a smidge. “If I’m being honest, I was relieved when you came in here because I don’t think I’d have been able to think straight out there.”

Your eyes drift over to Chel who’s flirting with that freshman who just moved into the apartment beside yours and that much closer to her, “Me either. Especially with her taste in music.” 

“Actually,” your heart jolts in your chest when the plastic of your credit card is directing your chin back up to his face. “I was referring to you. I’m not sure how flattering it is to get a number from someone at a pool, but,” he shrugs, scratching the light scruff on his face with a sheepish smile. “I wasn’t going to miss a chance to talk to you.”

Damn it, you’re not outside, but it feels hotter in here with him than it would out by the pool.

“I’m flattered,” you smile. “That’s a high compliment coming from you.”

His brows steeple and it’s comical really because you’re wondering if he knows how easily his smile draws you in.

“I’m assuming you know what kind of effect you have on people.”

“I’m told I have a convivial presence.” he smirks and it makes your chest warm. You’re sure that your heart is melting. “Are you going to take your card now?”

You smile sheepishly, completely enamoured talking to the man with a few grey locks combing backwards and behind his ears. He laughs when your smile falters when you’re both in the hot sun again.

“If it’s too hot out here then do you want to go somewhere else? Usually the pool is nice, but…” His eyes drift over the rowdy state the pool’s sunken into and one glance at a fraternity towel is enough of a sign for you to take your leave.

“Please.” your smile is pleading as your hand shelters your eyes and the man generously blessed with height and a godsend smile escorts you to the shade of your umbrella.

“Oh my.” That voice. You groan quietly, covering your face as a hand pushes you to the side and you find Chel standing before you with a hand outstretched. “Thank you for bringing my friend back, handsome.”

She winks at him. Vander’s hand that was once lingering near your arm had found a home at your lower back, smoothly avoiding touching your skin. He offers her a gentle smile and it looks more reserved than when you’d first witnessed it from across the pool and your eyes fall on Chel who’s eating it up.

“I take it you must be-” 

“A roommate.” She cuts him off and shakes his hand, rubbing her thumbs over it, but he doesn’t allow the touch to last long before his hand disappears into his pocket.

“A neighbor.” you correct with haste. “I’m leaving so you can have the chair.”

“What?” she frowns, pouting heavily as Vander nods at you, silently gesturing to his chair.

“I’ll be back.” he tells you and you’re left staring blankly at Chel who looks more betrayed than anything.

“We were supposed to go together. I knew you were trying to pick up guys alone- that’s not cool, you know.” She nudges you and you narrowly avoid it.

“Don’t go around telling people we’re roommates. That’s weird for me and I wasn’t picking up guys, not that it’s any of your business.” You make a point of avoiding touching her as she takes any contact as an invitation. “Excuse me.” you mutter.

She sighs heavily behind you and you’re grateful to be leaving because you cannot take another moment of her. “You’re lucky to have me as a friend, but you go and leave me like this sometimes.”

You snort a laugh under your breath, saying, “I don’t know where you got the notion that we were friends.”

“We’re not?” You glance up and see Vander pushing his glasses into his hair as you tuck the last of your belongings into a bag.

“No.” you say, zipping it up.

“Well since we’re not friends, I’m obligated to tell you that your top is a little too small for you, hun.”

The bikini straps, once tied around your neck, fall in front of you and your hands barely fly up in time to keep anything more than your aerola from showing.

You sink to your knees in hopes of hiding behind the lounge chair and you can’t yell at her because then all of the frat guys will look this way. She’s walking over to the college guys and the one who lives across the hall from you makes it a point to amp up the music and distract the small crowd.

Vander sits on the lounge chair, pulling the loose button up off his shoulders and holding it out for you, “Are you alright?” he asks as you take the shirt.

You don’t answer. How the fuck should you? She’s fucking psychotic? I mean, what the hell does one do at a time like this?

“Oi, sweetheart.” The thick drawl in his voice momentarily drowns out the blaring music and you look up to see his eyes no longer blocker by shades. “No one else saw anything. I think that lifeguard over there has some words for her and I’ll even talk with the landlord, okay?”

It takes you a moment to gather your words.

“Can I tie the back of this for you?” he offers and watches you nod in response. “I thought my friends were batshit crazy.”

“No one’s that crazy.” you say as you feel the straps of your bikini go taut.

“That’s true.” he smiles at you before checking around him a final time before you check over your top. “It’s more flattering.”

His cheeky smile is contangeous and you have to laugh because it’s a stupid joke. As you put on the hibiscus shirt, you ask, “How is it you know my landlord?”

“Went to college with Grayson.” he shrugs. “She thinks if I hang around here enough it’ll attract tenants.”

“After that fiasco, I might consider staying here for a month or two longer.”

Vander grins, “Only a month? I thought I’d be worth three at best.”

“Need to earn that, handsome.” He smiles at the way it rolls off your tongue.

“Yes ma’am.”

#the arcane x reader #the arcane x you #the arcane x y/n #vander x reader #vander thots #vander x you #vander x y/n #lmk what kind of vibes you get from this #i meannnnn #wouldnt you like to get presents from dilf vander #i would #anywayyyyy #just chillinnn

[gritsandbrits]

My heart was working overtime but I don't care. I needed to get away from them as possible. I could still hear their angry shouts echoing behind me. Once I got to the end I barged into a room built of scorched stone and dimly lit. There were entryways and some cells, but I was too frightened to know which one led to freedom. I grabbed a torch and walked around, making sure to listen out for any soldiers coming my way. Nothing. I sighed, finally away from those nightmarish lizards.

Suddenly I felt Hot breath scorch my skin. I froze as I heard heavy snorting. Slowly I turned around and came face to face with the most burning, spiteful eyes.

It all began on my usual mornings in New Donk City. After oversleeping, and falling out of bed to cut the alarm off, I was in the middle of showering when the pipes stopped. Often I fixed it by myself but this was the final straw. So, I relented and called the cheapest plumber I could find in my phone book. Some twenty minutes later they arrived.

They were two brothers who looked alike in face and attire but the short one wore a red shirt and the slightly taller one wore green.

"Good morning miss! We're the Mario Brothers!" The red one introduced in a perky way.

"And we'll be servicing you, today," the green one called Luigi chimed in. From the way they spoke I could tell they were Italian.

"Right," I said a bit unsurely. They sort off creeped me out with their cheerfulness & dead blue eyes. I led them into my house. "It's been working on and off for quite some time."

"We'll solve your lil' dilemma," the red one, Mario, tipped his cap determined like a knight about to save a princess. "It'll be a few minutes."

As they worked I sat in the kitchen counter reading a newspaper. Suddenly I heard some noises, followed by Luigi's frightful shout.

"Hey you better not mess up my bathroom!" I shouted. Quickly I sped in there then gasped as I saw a rainbow colored cloud. Before I could ask what they'd done I felt a pair of hands pulling me forward.

Which brings me to my second dilemma.

Coming this April (maybe)

Me and Luigi ended up near a place I can only describe as hell. The face of the biggest volcanic bore the image of some sort of demonic figure. Even worse, an army of goofy looking turtle creatures surrounded us. Their boss came out and I knew he was the same as the image on the fortress. He was freaking HUGE!

The giant dragon grabbed Luigi and started interrogating him about a man with a mustache (Mario, who we haven't seen anywhere). Poor Luigi tried to cover for his brother, only for the lizard to start plucking the hairs off his mustache. Even though I'd literally just met the guy I wasn't about to stand by and watch him get tortured. So I shouted at the monster to leave the poor plumber alone, that he's an overgrown lizard and bully.

That didn't go very well.

Now, without knowing where Mario OR Luigi was, I was trapped inside the volcanic fortress. I hope they were okay...

But I wasn't and I was going to let that giant turtle know it!

"Put me down you overgrown turtle!" I spat banging my fists against the green part of his spiky shell. Obviously it didn't hurt him, but he did let out an irritated huff. Good. As long as he kept me hostage he will NEVER know peace!

"Okay!"

My rump met the floor as the dragon dropped me, chuckling spitefully as he did.

Not your ordinary fairytale romance

Bowser flipped through a pink book. "How to convince a Princess to fall in love with you?"

I was sitting on the platform still refusing to lose my cool, when Bowser of all things came in with a guitar. To my horror he began to sing.

"Baby your an ice queen, why are you so mean! I'll melt your frozen heart like a love machine!" Bowser sang gruffly as he stemmed the guitar.

I looked at the Koopa guarding me. "Is he for real?" I asked jerking my thumb at the beast lost in melody.

The Koopa shrugged.

GritsandBrits presents the Super Mario Movie: GritsandBrits Edition. Coming to a hellsite near you!

#mario self insert #mario oc #mario movie #bowser x oc #bowser x self insert

[geniequestria]

"RETREEEEEA- AAAHHHMMMPHHH" A royal guard sergeant exclaims as he is quickly bottled. 

Just moments ago, The forces in Cloudsdale thought they were safe. Princess Luna was to take them back to Canterlot, and aside from a strange set of attire on the Princess of the Night. It all seemed like everything was going to be just fine, that is until the Princess herself bottled a guard right in front of the whole army followed by Tempest and Gleaming Shield popping out from behind two clouds and bottling a fair amount of troops themselves. The three of them manage to perform an ambush in plain sight. Tempest quickly throws any of her spheres at guards trying to escape. 

No longer does Tempest's spheres petrify. Now they quickly bottle up anypony who gets hit. Even though it was only 3 against hundreds, the guards felt like they were surrounded at all sides. And the genie number only grew as transformed guards now got on on the action if they were released. Quickly turning the numbers gradually over to the genie side.

It hardly resembled a battle, this was a rout. The panicked screams of the troops as they try in vain to avoid being bottled. Anyone who dared try to assault the genies only ended up in a bottle faster. So the guards could only rely on the latter of their fight or flight instincts. And even those running away are starting to realize that wasn't going to work either... 

Tempest smirked as she continued to flip and kick her genifying orbs towards the mostly fleeing ponies. When she was under the command of the Storm King, these kinds of  'battles' always felt so tedious, now that she's got more control over her life, she's genuinely having fun with it! 

"This is all they have to offer? I'd be disappointed if it weren't so fun!" She laughed and launched another ball into a group.  While she had been focused on the 'ground', Princess Luna and Gleaming Shield had taken to the air, circling around any stragglers attempting to fly away.

While the sight of the princess had initially brought hope, it had been quickly replaced by fear. Some go so far to think that she'd become Nightmare Moon once again. "THE PRINCESS HAS GONE ROGUE! WE CANNOT DEFEAT HER! NIGHTMARE MOON HAS RETURNED!" 

Luna didn't take too kindly to that, but they would understand soon enough. Using the royal canterlot voice, she boomed over the screams. "YOU ARE MISTAKEN, I HAVE NOT BEEN SWAYED BACK INTO THE DARKNESS! I HAVE BEEN REBORN, AS THE GENIE OF THE NIGHT!! YOU SHOULD ALL REJOICE IN YOUR OWN COMING REBIRTH!" The screams from the air were soon met with silence as she bottled them up.

On Gleaming's end, she seemed to be the most disappointed in the guards ``Didn't I train you better than this?! You should have been ready to face any threat head on! Seems I'll have to make sure you're all put through some more intensive training!" Using a variation of her shield spell, Gleaming was able to encompass multiple guards in pink bubbles, but these were not normal shields. They stunned the guards within them before shrinking down enough to fit into new bottles. 

Off in the distance, Gleaming can just see a particularly familiar guard running in the cloud city's alleyways trying to avoid detection from any of the genies causing chaos. It was a buff brown stallion with his blue mane shaped by his helmet. It had to be none other than Spearhead, one of Gleaming's best friends while she was still Shining Armor and in the Royal Guard. Gleaming asks Luna and Tempest if they can hold off the rest while she... catches a friend.

“Mind if I go see an old friend? We’ll need to catch up, or rather… I catch him”  She winks

The two nod at Gleaming's request, they're not having any trouble with these guards whatsoever, so missing a genie isn't a big deal. They snicker at the thought of Gleaming having some fun with her old friend before getting back to their genifications.

Gleaming follows Spearhead until she's sure he's alone. Slipping into the shadows behind him, she makes sure she can't be seen.

Using her magic, she masks her voice to sound like it used to before she'd transformed. "Spear, it's me! I'm so glad you were able to get away! T-those genies, they're relentless! But don't worry, I'm here to help!" 

Spearhead is initially spooked when he hears a voice from behind aiming his spear at where he hears the voice from "AHHHH STAY BACK! I'M WARNING YOU!.." But then he realizes it's a voice that's most familiar to him, and drops his guard. As it was none other the voice of his friend and former Captain. "Oh it's just you, Captain Shining... thank goodness. But as for your help... I know you prefer us to go on the offensive... but  I'm not sure anything we do will work on these... genies. Any stallions that remembered your words just ended up being bottled right away! And now they're genies, too! The stallions were even transformed into mares!" 

"Don't beat yourself up over it, save that energy for the fight ahead!" She says, trying to assure him. "There's no way they could have known what the genies were capable of...I was unfortunately too late to warn any of them...." She feigns sadness, but it should be enough to convince Spearhead. 

His voice then mutters a bit quietly "Granted, I do have to admit they were turned into very attractive ones..." 

A small smirk comes across her face when she hears how attractive Spear thinks they are. “(You'll be with them soon enough Spear... soon enough)”

Spearhead shakes his head and gets back on Topic "Listen, Shining. We have to get out of here... warn your wife, warn Princess Celestia, warn your sister, warn everypony! While we still can!"

Gleaming’s Shining voice lowers to a somber tone at the mention of Cadance and Celestia. "No... it's too late for that... Those genies, they got to Celestia... and Cadance too… it's because of them I was able to get away. I failed them, Spear!" She yells, hitting a nearby wall. Gleaming was acting her heart out, trying her hardest to not break character. "I just wish we had a way to stop them!" 

Spearhead is disheartened by the fact that Celestia and Cadence have already been compromised, but he is quick to point out there's still a tiny bit of hope. "There is still your sister and no doubtedly all her friends. In tight spots, the Elements of Harmony has always bailed us out when things looked bleak"

"Yeah… that's true. Twilight always did figure out how to get out of a jam..." Gleaming snickered to herself, Spear's comment about being in a tight spot had her thinking on what she'll hear when he's shoved into his own tight spot. "If there's anypony who can help, it's them. We should try to get out of Cloudsdale with any pony we can, see if we can regroup with Twilight and the others!" She said in a hopeful tone.

"Once this is all over, you'll be able to focus more on your art! I know you'd been talking about wanting to do that more right?"

Spearhead wondered briefly why he heard a light laugh from Shining as he replied about Twilight. But he brushes it off and chuckles "Yeah, seriously... once this crisis is over. I'm retiring for certain, and becoming a full fledged artist from then on! Before military service gives me any more gray hairs at my young age..." 

"Retire...?" This made Gleaming feel some genuine emotion rather than the act she was putting on. It nearly made her break character and reveal her voice. She may be aiming to genify him but he was still one of her best friends. They'd been in the guard together for years. So the thought of him leaving the guard stung, but it's understandable. This did give her an idea for his vessel though. She conjures up something in her hoof, but it's not a bottle. “(I think he's going to need something to better represent that dream… if I can just get him to say it as a wish…)” 

Spearhead salutes before asking one more question "Say Captain, when did you even get here. I admit I never saw you arrive, did you get here while I was sleeping awaiting Luna's arrival?"

The question about how she'd gotten there did make her hesitate for a moment but she smiled "I had no choice but to sneak in. The genies were on my tail since the Crystal Empire fell to them. Practically going from cave to cave, any dark spot I could find to stay out of sight. Kind of like what we're doing now." This was something Gleaming shouldn't have said, this whole time she'd been a silhouette with a voice, Spearhead hasn't actually seen her during the whole conversation.

Spearhead does realize that this whole time Shining hadn't even shown himself, if he was hiding in the shadows because of the genies. "Wait, if you're hiding from the genies, why haven't you shown yourself before me...?  If I didn't know any better, you could actually be a changeling-in-disguise!"

(“Oh I know he didn't just compare me to the....ok...ok...no it's a fair point. Breathe, I've got this...He doesn't think I'm a genie.”) Gleaming clearly didn't appreciate the changeling comparison, but considering her actions thus far, it makes sense it would be Spearhead's thought process. Gleaming takes a deep breath, changing her body to look like what it used to, no veils or genie attire. She even made sure to add some scrapes and make herself look a bit disheveled, to be more convincing that she'd been on the run with no rest. 

While she thought it might be nice to be back in her old form, it no longer felt familiar. It was strange to say the least. Gleaming steps out into the light, allowing Spearhead to see her. "Don't compare me to the changelings! I just...I've been on the run since the empire, it was hard to know who to trust...for all I know, you could have been a genie in disguise! I'm sorry, Spear, I'm just a bit on edge..." She pauses "Is there a place we can fall back to? A bunker? maybe there's some remaining resistance left? We can all escape together, at the very least warn whoever's there that it won't be safe from the newly made genies!"

Spearhead is considerably calmed now that he can actually see his friend in full-form though he's downtrodden as to options as to where they can go. "To be honest, it might only be us two against the world at this point... but if there's anypony of the entire force former or otherwise that I'd choose from to at least try to beat the odds... you're the one I'd want most by my side"

"Heh, you always did know what to say to get me fired up. Thank you, Spearhead, I needed to hear that. You know I'll always have your back too." She smiled. "Alright let me think of something..." She looks out of the alleyway, 'checking' where they could go. Though given that she had flown herself there, she knew the layout of the city just fine and she already knew that both Tempest and Luna wouldn't be bothering them. She turns back to Spearhead "Ok I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think we can make a run for it. We'll cut through the Cloudsdale museum of art and then take the back exit.  All we have to do is cut through this street to get there. Are you with me, Spear?"

Spearhead grimaces, knowing that if he and/or Shining are caught for even a second. The tall purple one could bottle them in mere moments with those near unavoidable spheres as he saw befall on many of his own comrades. But he's known Shining all his career, and most times the Captain ordered a risky maneuver. It all worked out in the end. "Alright, Captain. I trust you. Let's go!" 

"Keep your head down and MOVE! I'm right behind you!" Darting out from the alleyway, she and Spearhead rush to the museum. Gleaming looking around at the skies for any  'incoming spheres'. The two of them could hear some of Tempest's orbs crashing into the clouds a few streets over. The screams and then moans of ponies being transformed echoed through the streets. "GO GO GO! WE'RE ALMOST THERE!" 

Tempest had flown up, catching a glimpse of the duo and snickered. (“Well well well, someone's having fun. Didn't take her as the acting type, hmm I should give her friend a scare and play along!”) She kicks an orb in their direction, but intentionally misses. From their perspective, Spear wouldn't know who she's aiming for but Gleaming can see that they're not going to hit them. But for the sake of her plan, she keeps up the act.

"Spear, on your right! Dodge it! That dark purple one might have spotted us!" 

"AHHHH, CAPTAIN! WE'RE AS GOOD AS APPLE CIDER NOW!" Though miraculously he thinks he managed to dodge some of Tempest's spheres. Not knowing that she was missing on purpose. He could hardly believe his luck, but he has no time to celebrate too soon. He runs quickly, and manages to ‘dodge’ more of Tempest's spheres. Before he and "Shining" both dive towards the art museum's entrance. A sphere exploding just behind them.

Spearhead gets a moment to catch his breath, he breathes heavy as he looks at his friend. "She's going to come in after us... isn't she...? I hope there's a hall of mirrors in this place or something, anything that can buy us some time"

The explosion behind them seals off the front entrance right after they dove in. In Spear's mind, it just bought them some time. "I don't know... hah... but I think she assumes that she either got us, or that we got crushed. Listen, the blasts are getting further away! Still, let's not stick around too long, I don't want to waste this opportunity! (Nice going, Tempest. Now Spear's sure to get right where I want him. I wasn't expecting her to use actual explosions though…)” In the jumble, Gleaming didn't notice that some of her disguise fell, the manestyle  and tail she had as a mare was now showing rather than the one she had as a stallion. While the mane could be marked off as something caused by the explosion, the longer tail was not so easy to explain.

"But hey we did it!" She holds out her hoof for a hoof bump, not realizing this change.

"Yeeaaaa-" Soearhead's eyes widen and he frowned, as he notices the sudden longer tail on Shining. "Captain... what happened to your tail? OH GOSH, were you hit?! Some of those who were genified were bottled beginning with their tail slowly stretching first! It may be too late for you!"

"What...?" She looked behind her to see her tail and gasped. (Oh great, I lost focus and undid some of the disguise! ....wait, he thinks this is a slow burn kind of deal? Ok I can roll with this.)  Gleaming acts surprised. "No! I.. .didn't feel myself getting hit! B-but I'm not going to give up now! Come on, Spear, I may not know how much time I have, but I can still get you to safety! Besides I know that there needs to be some kind of bottle for the transformed to go into! M-maybe I got lucky! Because I don't see any bottles nearby!" She puts on a brave face, holding her hoof towards him. "We knew full well this could happen. Don't give up now! You've got a wish to fulfill right?! To be an artist!?" 

"Are you sure?! Because I'm sure this place must have some ceramic vases waiting to gobble you up!" He looked from side to side just waiting for a vase to come flying in and start stretching Shining towards it. "And yes... My greatest wish is to be an artist, but that won't happen if I'm literally inside the art!"

Gleaming could barely hold in a laugh, poor Spearhead had no clue how that worked... but it did provide her with ideas for later genifications. "(You know, having some bottles fly in from all sides to transform others could be a really fun idea~!)" 

When Spearhead confirmed what his greatest wish was, Gleaming knew it was time. A wide smile came across her face, one that could easily be described as sinister. The object she conjured up earlier appeared in her hooves. It was not a bottle, but a paintbrush. The handle was silver, much like the spears the guard would wield. "Don't you worry, Spear... I'll make sure that you're not trapped in the art...I'm going to ensure you can make the art of your dreams...make that wish come true." Her voice was shifting from the stallion one to her normal mare one. Perhaps it was another sign of the 'transformation'? "But while I'm still me... I want you to have something..." She holds the brush out to him. "I... made it specifically for you, Spear. I just wish I could give it to you under better circumstances. Whenever you hold it, I want you to remember that wish, can you do that for me?" 

Spearhead gasped "Captain! Your voice!" He's about tearing up  thinking his dear friend's transforming into another one of them. He quickly grabs the brush with a wing, and looks for an exit. Though not before turning back to his captain "I'm so sorry this happened to you... I promise I'll go see your sister and together we'll free you, Princess Cadence, Princess Celestia. And everypony else!"

Gleaming grasped at her neck, acting as if she were stunned by the voice change. "It's... It'll all be fine, I got to save you after all. You just focus on your dreams, hehe I'm sure we'll be looking at your art in a museum just like this one someday. No matter what happens, I want you to remember, I'm still your friend."

Unfortunately for Spearhead, even if he were to reach an exit, it would already be too late. From the moment he touched that brush with his wing, the transformation was taking place. It was slow at first but Gleaming could see that the tip of the brush was sticking to Spearhead's wing, sucking him into it as if it were becoming paint. 

Gleaming started to laugh "Hehehe, you think I could.... pull off one of those veils? I mean despite what we may think about the genies themselves, we did agree that those outfits are pretty cute." 

Spearhead's touched by "Shining's"  response, though as of yet he still doesn't quite see an actual exit. He feels an odd tickle of his wings but assumes that's just the brush's bristles against his wings. Though he frowns when his captain mentions the veil "Oh gosh, you're starting to think like them too... I gotta get out of he- hey... wha...? Uhhhh.. uhhhhhhh... UHHHHHH..."

He finally notices that the odd tickle from his wings was not that of the brush touching. The wing was beginning to rescind into the brush. "Oh no... OH NO... NOOOOOOOOO! Captain, tell me you didn't... YOU MADE THE BRUSH A VESSEL?!"

There was no need to put on an act anymore. Gleaming gives a wide smile, laughing again as she fully transforms back into her genie form and attire. "I did! I thought it would be far more fitting than a bottle for you, especially given your WISH. The thing is, technically anything can be made into a vessel! And what better place to do it to you than in an art museum? In some regards, a brush could be like a spear. Think like the pen being mightier than the sword and all that, heh." She steps closer to him "I did mean what I said though, you and I will always be friends, and now it will be forever as genies~!" 

Spearhead gasped, his old friend, his captain. Had deceived him the whole time,  it seemed he was in fact one of them the entire time. Or maybe... this genie was never Shining Armor at all. Though more likely, that's what Spearhead wanted to believe. He looked sternly at Gleaming "How... how could you... you.... you can't possibly be Shining Armor... ! He'd never betray me or Equestria like this! You rotten genie, you and your kind won't get away with this!"

Spearhead grunts as he falls over as now his hindlegs started to move strangely, his back hooves curved and folded back towards the direction of where both of his wings were being sucked in. Being his wings were part of his body, he could get a hint of the pleasure of the transformation but it's not quite strong enough yet for him to be considerably comforted by the transformation yet.

Gleaming had expected this kind of reaction, but it still stung a bit to be accused like this. 

"Let me set something straight with you. Despite what you may think, my allegiance has been and always will be to this nation, Spearhead. Though we are remaking this into a more unified world under the Geniequestria banner now. We will be stronger than we've ever been. Safe from all evils that threaten this world. Threats like the Storm King, Tirek, and especially the likes of Queen Chrysalis, won't be able to stand up against us genies. 

With this kind of power we can protect everything and everyone we love! Never again will ponies need to live in fear, never again will they have to struggle! Everypony will be able to follow their dreams, that includes you! 

Granted, you're correct on one thing, I don't go by the name, Shining Armor anymore. I'm Gleaming Shield now, but that does not change the history we've had either! If I was a fake this whole time, would I have known about your past? Would I have known about your desire to be an artist? I'm sorry I had to trick you like that, but would you really have believed me otherwise?"

She could see the transformation picking up in pace, there was no chance of escape from it now. "Look, I know it's scary at first. It was for me too, but there's a certain point where it becomes enjoyable. I'm sure you can already feel it, can't you?"

Spearhead thinks back to their conversation they had, and he remembers that Shining, or who he thought was Shining, indeed brought up his dream of being an artist first. And he had only told a select number of ponies about it, which other than Shining only included Princess Cadence, Princess Celestia, and some of his most trusted fellow guards. Of course, maybe there's room to doubt if say the genified Celestia or Cadence could have blabbed all about that to every one of the other genies. Though he shakes his head from that thought because it's not like the genies would care about one single guard's dream enough to conspire together like that. 

He had to admit it, it's more likely than not this genie was in fact once Shining Armor. It'd be harder to believe if he hadn't seen some other guards transformed into mares, plus this Gleaming Shield had pretty much the same color scheme as his friend. "I... just don't know... the fact you're going by a different name... and even accepting of being in a different form of your own doesn't seem like you're you anymore... am I about to lose myself too...? This is scary no matter how you put it Shini- I mean... Gleaming... it almost felt like Nightmare Moon was back when Luna started bottling some of my friends..."

"Why do you think I wanted to do this to you specifically? The others, they would've just hit you with one of those orbs or just stuffed you into a bottle. I wanted to make it personal. You deserved something more befitting what you desired in your heart. You're not going to lose yourself..." She sees her reflection in one of the art pieces held in a glass container. 

"I may look different, sound different, even go by a different name. But at my core, I'm still me. I know this comes off as an invasion, like we've become corrupted, but I feel more complete than I ever have. And I want to share that feeling with everypony else. I can be with Cadence for the rest of time. I won't have to eventually leave her alone when my life would have come to its end. Once you change, things will be different obviously, being a mare does take some getting used to as well.  But most importantly, you'll be free to do what you want. The feeling it gives may make you want to genify others, like what I, Princess Luna and Tempest are doing. But I will leave that decision to you. Take this as your retirement effective immediately, Spear." 

His hooves have not touched the end of the vessel yet, but they were gradually waving and stretching there, though as more of his wings were sucked in. A blush finally starts fading in on his cheeks as he was beginning to feel just a little more pulsing pleasure flow through him. Almost putting him at ease before he shakes his head to attempt to struggle against the brush's power.

"There it is~" She gave a softer smile as the sensations were now getting to Spearhead "Just let go, let the feelings of the transformation flow through you. Trust me, I'm still on your side" 

"No... no.... no no no no no!" Spearhead slammed his hooves on the museum grounds in one last act of defiance. "This isn't what I... no, this isn't what WE signed up for... to simply surrender and give in... Equestria can't fall like this…! 

"Equestria in name may fall but we will rise back as something greater. Geniequestria will stand firm, everyone will have a rightful place within it! It's not a surrender, it's just the next step in our history!" 

"I must... I must... I mussssst.... I MUST RESIIIIIS- AHHHHH!" Spearhead's merged legs have finally reached the bristles. He was feeling a little bit of it before with his wings, but it was now far more intense. Cheeks blush even pinker, his eyes go lidded, and he begins to relax. "Ooooh... oh my... what...  Captain... what... is this...?"

Gleaming floats around Spearhead as he finally lets the feeling of the change take over. "This is exactly what I was talking about, the feeling you're experiencing now, that's what I now fight for! I want everypony to feel it, to become free and feel safer than ever. In a sense, it's a new kind of shield for me to protect what I hold dear. Like our friendship. Now be at ease, let yourself go deeper and deeper. Embrace the wishes in your heart and that vessel will make it happen.

"You... or perhaps I should say... we... are going to make Equestria... into Geniequestria? Huh, if all that mostly changes besides us becoming genies… is an additional syllable... maybe... I overreacted... Unnnh~" A big pulse of pleasure makes him moan briefly. "After all... all that magic... and power.... might be a boon for my paintings actually..." He starts thinking of the potential he could do with the magic of a genie, far beyond his limits as a pegasus. It slowly dawns on him more and more that this may in fact be the greatest thing for him, just as the brush has now whittled him down to just above his hips. Managing a smile his eyes drift upward in a mixture of daydreaming of the possibilities along with everything flooding through his entire body...

"See I knew you'd come around!" She smiled and gave him a hug while there was still enough of him to do so. "You get it now! I wasn't doing this to inflict any harm or to make you or my previous guardmates suffer. This is meant to be a gift, and you can harness it in any way you see fit. Use it to inspire yourself, inspire your artistic endeavors! Nothing will be able to hold you or your creativity back! I want to see you succeed in that, Spear. As a genie of course… but more importantly, as your friend." 

The brush's tip continues to pull him in, his body essentially becoming the paint. "And I know you're going to be just as beautiful as the art you'll make. Doesn't that sound better than what you originally thought? We're not destroying anything. This is all for the best"

Spearhead puts his hooves to the side and slightly behind his back. Causing the suction to now pinch him in so now it's only his upper torso, shoulders, and his head to go. Being pinched by the brush seems like it would hurt, but it actually pumps up more of the pleasurable feelings the royal guard was feeling. His moans get longer and more intense, he shakes himself but not out of resisting. But just shivering from everything flowing through his mind and body right now. 

"Ooooh... captain~... I thought this was going to be a horrible experience... like something that's not me completely taking me over inside... but that couldn't be further from the truth... I... want this... No... I NEED this...  Nothing's ever felt quite like this before!" His shoulders are absorbed as all that is left now is his neck and head, the process almost reaching the best part for any mortal's transformation into a genie.

"That's it, Spear just a little more! This is what it feels like to become part of Geniequestria! You think it feels good now, just wait! The best is yet to come! Embrace the magic, embrace these feelings and let it all come out!" Gleaming had genified plenty of ponies already but doing this to a dear friend, it was different. Far more satisfying to her. It filled her with joy to be able to share this feeling with a close friend like Spearhead.

"Aaah... aaaAAAAaaaAAAH AAAAAAAAHHHHH~. Y-y-y-YES! YES! YEEEES! The world... the world shall be our canvas… Magical art EVERYWHERE…. Ooooooh captaaaaaiiin.... MY CAPTAAAAAAAAIiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnmmmmmppppph" Spearhead honoring his friend's former rank and title echo throughout the halls and is silenced as his mouth, followed by the rest of his head follows suit into the brush's thistles. Gleaming carefully picks up the vessel containing his dear friend with great satisfaction.

A blush came across Gleaming's face as Spearhead had called out to her one last time. Holding the brush in her hooves, she couldn't help but smile. "Now you're right where you belong. We are going to paint this world anew. But I can't do it without you, partner! So let's see how you take to being a genie! You will be the first 'creation' this brush makes!" Unlike the other vessels, Spearhead's didn't have a cap or lid to unseal. With his body becoming the paint for the brush, the method of bringing him...or rather her back out now needed a different approach. Gleaming conjured up a blank canvas and with a flick of the wrist, tossed the paint out of the brush and onto it! "Come back to me, Spear! Show me what you look like now!"

The paint splattered on the canvas begins to glow and ripple for a short while until an orangish brown tendril of magic with blue sparks swirls from outside. The tip rises some height above the canvas before it begins shaping into a new form. That not of the stallion that Spearhead was, but now a silhouette of a mare. As the new genie fully fades her eyes are closed as she's hugging herself, the mane was of a similar style to Spearhead's as it was before, but much longer,, the mane was covering one of her eyes entirely. The veil and legging color is similar to that of a scarf that Gleaming knew Spearhead liked to wear when not in combat. She then opens her eyes, and a long satisfied sigh before eyeing Gleaming down on the museum's floor

Gleaming marveled at the spectacle before her. Spearhead's return was nothing short of artistic. "Already starting off your artistic career strong! I think you pull off the look nicely! And your veils, I had a feeling you'd want them to be just like your favorite scarf!"

"Requesting permission to speak my mind, captain" Although she knew Shining, or well, Gleaming didn't mind having his squad speak freely. She thought that for at least this first entrance as a new pony, she'd ask formally for she's not just her captain anymore... But her mistress.

She did chuckle at Spearhead still using the old dynamic to address her. "You don't have to be so formal, we're no longer captain and subordinate, we are equals. I mean in my eyes, we've always been… but you know what I mean. You'll always be free to speak your mind. So please, ask away!"

"Hehe, I know... but I do feel like a whole new me. Maybe I felt sort of like a rookie all over again" She giggles. "On that subject though... I'm starting to understand why you changed your name. As Shining Armor nor Spearhead seems fitting for what we are now anymore. I don't suppose you have any ideas? I like being creative, but I admit names aren't my strong suit"

"I suppose in that case, I do get it, hehe. Don't worry, it took me some getting used to the new name too. But once I got more used to it, it really matches the new me.  And I'll be happy to show you the ropes, it'll be like old times!" She laughed "But I know the perfect name for you… Bayonet." Gleaming gives her a warm smile. "It's similar to your old name but I think it fits who you are now. Speaking of which, why don't you take a look at your cutie mark? You'll be pleasantly surprised to see what it's become."

"Bayonet... Bayonet..." The mare that was once Spearhead smiles just saying it, satisfied that it's similar to her old name but also fresh enough to represent her new self. "I like it! Thank you so much, Gleaming" She floats down to hug her fellow genderbended genie friend.

As Gleaming asks her to see her cutie mark  "Oh hold on, I can't exactly see my cutie mark with my lower half like this..." Bayonet flies on down to where her brush vessel lays on the ground, picking it up with her mouth. She places the brush on the canvas and sucks in all the "paint" until she can now disconnect herself from the canvas, now she is connected to the brush itself. She then floats down on the ground, and begins to paint her lower body back into existence with the brush. fully disconnected from her brush now. Bayonet smiles as she spins the brush on her hoof, already prideful of her creative magic.

She finally gets a look at her flank, and gasps as she sees her silver spears were replaced with three paintbrushes in the same arrangement. A big grin on her face as she puts a hoof on her cheek "Oh Celestia! It's perfect!"

Gleaming happily returns the hug, she's fascinated watching Bayonet work with her vessel. In the back of her mind, she didn't know if this would work properly compared to something like the standard genie bottle, but she's glad that it did! "See? What did I tell you? Your wish is now fully realized! This is a new beginning for you! This right here, it's why we're genifying everyone else! That is your genie mark!" 

She rushes in to give Bayonet another hug. "So, would you like to meet the others? Maybe show some of our guardmates why we're doing this? It would be a good first 'training session' for you!"

She smirks, maybe even a little deviously and salutes. "Sure thing, Captain Gleaming! Let's go~"

Gleaming and Bayonet were once again together as fellow genies, and soon went back out of the museum to join in on bottling some of the remaining stragglers in the forces. 

Elsewhere though, Tempest and Luna were having some trouble with some particularly stubborn fliers. Judging by the speed and maneuvers they were capable of. The Princess knew these were three of the elite Wonderbolts. Even with their genie power, they have trouble  with the tricky fliers who either easily dodge vessels thrown at them or they create tornados that redirect the vessels elsewhere. Although that maneuver did end up accidentally genifying some of the guards attempting to flee. The three of them are constantly flying around the area, not letting the genies have even a sliver of time to trap them. Not even teleporting straight to them or cloning themselves attempting to surround the quick pegasi work for either Commander Tempest or the Princess. Frustrating the two of them immensely.

"Didn't think there'd be anypony with this kind of fight within them!" Tempest yelled as she continuously kicked orbs towards the main trio of wonderbolts. But their movements allowed them to dodge swiftly. “(It doesn't help that aerial combat isn't my specialty, I'm still too new to flying! If I could get them on the ground, it'd be over already!) Stay still! This is for your own good! Open up your eyes to the possibilities!" 

Princess Luna wasn't faring much better, she was trying to use her magic to combat their flight capabilities. They wouldn't stay still long enough to get a hold of them, nor would creating obstacles in front of their paths deter them in any way. To the wonderbolts it was just like another training regiment. "BE STILL! Your princess commands that you cease this at once! This is for the benefit of all ponies!"

"You are no princess of ours! You're nothing more than a traitor! I would rather die than listen to what you've become!" Spitfire roared "Wonderbolts! Scramble maneuver alpha! Don't let them corrupt any more of our allies!" Spitfire broke off from Soarin and Fleetfoot, taking charge and flying faster than she ever had before. “(Never thought I'd be up against one of the princesses, but I am not about to give up!)”

Soarin' and Fleetfoot nod. Though Soarin' sheepishly kinda grimaced given he was the one who started the tornado earlier that kind of backfired when it came to saving the troops on the ground "Sorry about getting a few of them bottled up accidentally, Spitfire..."

Fleetfoot just shrugs "Heh, that just means we'll have a new nickname for you when we're back at HQ~"

"Oh please no..." Soarin is already not looking forward to whatever name they'll be calling him now. 

"You can feel sorry for yourself after we've taken victory!" She smirked "But yeaaaah you're gonna have a brand new nickname when we get back. I'm thinking... Fumble? Then again if I'm Spitfire, maybe you can be Backfire!" She laughed, having a moment of levity amongst this flight. 

Tempest and Luna looked insulted "Are they joking around while still flying away from us!? Luna you come in from one side, I'll come in from the other! Take out their captain and the rest will fall!" She zoomed off.

Luna nodded and did the same, flying in the opposite direction.  Both aiming right for Spitfire, a howl could be heard as they came flying. But Spitfire was expecting something like this. Right as the two got in close, she dropped down immediately which made Luna and Tempest crash into each other with a loud 'THUD' "Gah! This is infuriating!"

"Ha! That was foals play! Some all powerful beings you are!" She taunted before rejoining with the other two wonderbolts "We can keep them at bay but I doubt we'll have the stamina to last forever… if only we had some backup here!"

Getting cocky, Fleetfoot flies around them and turns upside down while looking at them. Crosses her eyes and raspberries at the two genies. Before mucking them some more "What's the matter? Did you leave your brains in those bottles of yours?~" though still flying off before either of them could swipe a vessel right on her face..

"Arrogant little foals!" Luna scowled at the trio, it was clear their antics were getting under her skin. "We are trying to bestow a gift upon you and this is how you react?!" 

She tried to charge up another spell to launch at them but Tempest put a hoof on her shoulder, stopping her. "Wait, Princess. They're the ones trying to get into our heads. Make us sloppy. We'll never get them like that. Besides, I'm sure Gleaming will be coming back soon with a new ally in tow as well. So why don't we try a different approach? Let them get more arrogant, then we'll be the ones with the last laugh!"

Meanwhile, just behind a cloud not too far from the action. A green pony with shades of gold hair is watching the Wonderbolts bout with the genies. She hmmphs, not even cowering from what's been going on. Instead she seems... unimpressed. ("Just what are these Dunderheads think they're doing... flying around them like this is just going to make themselves tired! They should be striking HARD at them! Feel the full brunt of a pegasi's might! Hmph, no wonder I was rejected by them. Clearly, I was too radical for these bozos... No matter... Who other than LIGHTNING DUST to show them their mistake… and once I've saved the world by myself... I'll start my OWN flying club that'll make the Wonderbolts look like a retirement home!)

Lightning then does a flip above the cloud, takes in a deep breath, and yells with ALL her might... "HEEEEEEY YOU! GENIE TERRORS! LOOK OVER HERE, AND WITNESS THE FASTEST PONY OF ALL-TIME!!"

Startling not just Tempest and Luna, but also the Wonderbolts. The 3 high-flying pegasi unfortunately can never unhear such a boisterous voice. "Oh no..." Soaring bluntly stated, while Fleetfoot is more annoyed. "Ugggggh... why now of all times?!" 

Everyone's attention is now drawn to the newcomer. "What the?! A civilian!? No! Get away from here! They're too dangerous!" When Spitfire got a better look at who just foolishly charged in, she grimaced. "No... not her… ANYTHING but HER! That reckless idiot!!" If she let Lighting Dust go in alone, she was sure to be genified. "Wonderbolts, move in to assist, we need to get her off the field immediately! (I wanted backup, but not like this! Lightning Dust is too headstrong!)” 

Luna and Tempest barely dodge this oncoming tackle, but they're both quite confused by this new arrival. Her speed made their heads spin. If the wonderbolt trio was giving them trouble, Lightning was going to be a whole new level of annoying. They could have sworn that nearly all of Cloudsdale had been overtaken by them. How did they miss someone so loud and obnoxious? "Unbelievable, another nuisance! She's nearly as fast as Rainbow Dash!" Luna whined.

As the wonderbolts attempt to grab Lightning Dust, she just spins and flips around the three of them. Even for as experienced as the Wonderbolts are, Lightning was on another level, if she hadn't been such a reckless jerk. She would have been top of the class, in some ways even above Rainbow Dash despite the Element of Loyalty's slightly superior speed. As the Rainbow-maned Pegasus was still prone to a fair bit of mistakes, while Lightning rarely did. Or at least too prideful to admit she made one.

Soarin panicked “Lightning! This is no time for your bold foolishness! Get out of here! Leave! Before any of the genies get you!” 

Lightning scoffs "Ha? ME leave? I think you're mistaken. YOU should all run along! I'll take on these bottled behemoths myself. But before you go... allow me to show you all what you rejected!"

The green and gold Pegasus then flies high up in the air soon she’s so high up the genies look as small as ants. Above where Luna was standing, she compacted a fair amount of clouds until the start fading into darker colors of gray, prepared to do a death-defying stunt using a small thundercloud as a launch pad. "Behold the debut of my ultimate technique... THE THUUUUUUUUUUNDER STRIKE!"

Luna looks up at the pony far above her that looks like a dot from how far up she is. While she sort of expects the fast pony to dodge it. Luna proceeds to chance things by poofing up a new bottle, with a lightbulb shaped topper.

Spitfire zips about, doing her best to catch up to Lightning Dust. She's flabbergasted that Lightning is still so bitter about being rejected. "You're still mad about that!? This goes beyond any personal problems! THEY WILL STUFF YOU INTO ONE OF THOSE BOTTLES AND CORRUPT YOU IF YOU STAY HERE!! Do you not see that!?" She doesn't notice that the two genies are already plotting to make Lightning theirs with the freshly conjured bottle.

"Seems they've got bad blood between them." Tempest smirks at the sudden chaos "This is the moment we've been waiting for, that nuisance is about to be our ace in the hole! Get ready Luna!" 

"Excellent thinking!" She nods. "That 'thunder strike' won't do anything to the likes of us! (But it will make a glorious show all the same.)” Luna practically holds a target to her chest, also holding the bottle right in Lightning's line of trajectory. She taunts "Come on then, hit us if you can! We’re right here~!"

Spitfire finally notices that Luna's holding up a bottle to seal Lightning Dust away into. "NO!!" She tries to rush into Lightning to stop her but the reckless pegasus was too fast for her, blowing her back with the sheer force she had created upon her descent. "Gaaaah! Lightning Dust, you fool!"

"Now prepare.... FOR THE WRATH OF LIGHTNIN- MMMMMPPPPPPPhhhhhh!" Within just a moment, it was already over. Lightning crackled all around Lightning Dust, creating a trail that looked almost similar to a sonic rainboom. The force did push Luna back a bit, but most of it was taken by the bottle itself. Lightning was cut off by the speed and momentum of her body warping to shape into the bottle within barely a second.

Where Luna raises an eyebrow and smirks in amusement while raising the sealed bottle to her face as it was still fading into Lightning's color scheme. The Princess then snarks as she finishes Lightning's sentence for her "Lightning in a bottle?~"

The Princess sealed the bottle with the light bulb topper, laughing as the bulb turned bright. "You were the fastest at becoming a genie, I'll give you that! We could really use your speed~" She looked up at the three wonderbolts who were now sweating bullets. "Why don't you show us how much faster you are than that trio there!" She says before unsealing the bottle.

Soarin is nervously biting his hooves, as he eyes over to Spitfire "Spitfire! What do we do now?!"

Spitfire recovers thanks to her friends, just in time to look on in horror to see Luna opening up Lightning's bottle. "I... I don't know, but we're about to have more trouble on our hooves." Her eyes twitched as the bottle shook and crackled like thunder and lightning. "Get ready to move, everypony!" She braces herself for the oncoming genie Lightning Dust.

Tempest and Luna relished in the fear on the wonderbolts' faces. "Not so confident now, are we? Don't fret my dear wonderbolts, you'll be able to be as confident as you like once you become genie bolts~!" Luna cackled. "Come forth, show these pegasi what true genie speed is!" 

"Heh, really going heavy with the theatrics aren't you, Princess? First Gleaming does her little act and now you?" Tempest chuckles, but the sentiment is shared by her.

The bottle containing the reckless flier shakes and quivers violently, almost seeming like it can barely handle the power as it spins like crazy. Before smoke pops out not in the typical swirl, but almost like a firework shooting straight in the air. A smoke trail rockets up above the vessel, golden sparks and even some electricity surrounds the swirling mass continuing to circle around the tail as perhaps an aftereffect of Lightning's move or perhaps she had become something of an elemental genie in using such a move during her transformation, the smoke soon forms into the silhouette of Lightning Dust. As she fades in, a confident smirk can be seen on the mare's face behind a golden veil.

Having been very quickly bottled, Lightning didn't even get much time to contemplate what being a genie might be like before she was transformed. The bottle's power quickly took advantage of her ego while she was inside, however, and soothed her into a quite willing genie.

She looks at her hooves and down below where her hindlegs would be. But she wasn't feeling any shame despite her reckless act. "Well well well... this is a surprise to be sure.... but it's a welcome one~. I feel more powerful than ever! Who needs to be JUST a wonderbolt? Being a high-flying genie is where it's at!" 

A deepening dread overwhelms the three Wonderbolts, knowing full well they’re in trouble now.

CONTINUED HERE

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[softxsuki]

Hello dear! By a stroke of luck I saw you were doing matchups and I'd love to join <33 I'd like a matchup for tokyo revengers please, if that's okay!!

My pronouns are She/Her and my gender preference is male and I'd like it to be romantic please <3.

For some positive personality traits: I'm overall very friendly and easy to approach. I'm very patient and slow to anger. I'm very empathetic and sympathetic, I have a very easy time putting myself in others' shoes and rarely judge others. I'm a good listener and very attentive to others' needs. I tend to remember little things about the people I love and if I'm passionate about something I will always put my 110% in.

For some negative traits: I have a bad habit of being a people pleaser and have an overall hard time saying no unless I'm asked something blatantly dangerous. I'm a big daydreamer so I often have my head in the clouds which can make me less attentive to my surroundings and may lead the to zone out every now and then. I'm a BIG procrastinator and when I don't really like something I'll leave it until the very last moment to do. And lastly I tend to beat around the bush when I have to say something negative to someone or about someone to them or at least take a while to at least get to it because I try to sugarcoat it as much as possible. So... Basically not very straightforward.

Zodiac signs:

Sun: Taurus Moon: Pisces Rising: Cancer Venus: Pisces

Mbti and enneagram: INFP-T 9w1

Love languages: All of them tbh but primarily Words of affirmation and Physical touch.

What I value in a relationship:

Truly I appreciate honesty and communication. In relationships I'm quite good at being both of those with a partner fortunately and I appreciate it if they do the same. I'm a very big romantic and they don't necessarily have to be too but I like it when they don't mind gestures, unless it something that genuinely makes them uncomfortable of course. I like it when my partner is thoughtful and I like at least a bit of patience.

My hobbies include:

-Ballet

-Cooking/Baking

-Playing Piano and Bass guitar

-Writing (poetry/songs/books)

-Reading

-Listening to music

-Pottery (just started though 😅)

For other details:

I like animals, I like to go on unnecessarily long walks, kind of embarrassing but sometimes when I'm nervous to go somewhere for whatever reason I have this little plushie I take with me in my bag, I collect pink snack packages?? It might've not been delicious but at least the packaging is cute 😪, another unsung love language of mine is just feeding people? It ties in with my hobby for sure but with me you'll never go hungry, I like dressing up, my favorite season is winter, I'm very affectionate both verbally and physically and will tone it down depending on the person, I can be very talkative with the right person, sometimes when I laugh too hard I snork a little :/, I'm busy getting a degree in pedagogy, even though I dance ballet I'm a terrible dancer in all other aspects and... That's all I can think of at the moment.

For my ideal type:

I've thought about it but I'm not very picky. I just like people who like me :D

The scenario I'd like to see with them:

I'd like to see what they do for a date please!!

I hope that was enough 😩 tysm dear, I hope you have a great day <3

-🩰

1000 Follower Event Matchup #1

Want to participate in this event? You can figure out how to do so in this post

Note: Welcome to my blog and thank you so much for sending in a matchup request! You were the first one! :D I'm not sure if you're a manga reader or not, because this character talked about more in the manga, but hopefully you know him! I hope you like that I paired you with him too. It literally took me hours to narrow it down NFHEKABF, but this one is definitely perfect for you (he's one of my favs that I learned to love after starting the manga SO CONGRATS, keep him happy :( )

I match you with…HAKKAI SHIBA!

runner-ups were sanzu and kakucho, but I decided on hakkai for the reasons I'm about to list heh

To start off with the technical stuff, Hakkai is an INFP, just like you, and his enneagram is 9w1, just like yours as well so you two would definitely have a lot in common and that would bring you both closer together! Two peas in one pod, we love to see it. He's also a Virgo which based on the site I used, they are compatible with Taurus'. :3

Onto the more personable details, Hakkai would absolutely love how friendly and approachable you are, he’s pretty shy with women, so you being the way you are made it that much easier for him to approach you when you two first met. He’d fondly watch as you get lost in your head, daydreaming away. For the moments when you can’t say no to people, he’d step in and draw the line for you. No one will walk over you with him around, or take advantage of your kindness. He’s super protective over you and watches over you whenever you guys go anywhere together. He does look pretty intimidating, so that helps in keeping some negative or unwanted attention away from you. His main goal is to keep you safe and happy!

Get ready to have your love language filled, he’s very touchy as soon as the early, awkward stage of your relationship is over. ALWAYS has to be holding your hand or touching you in some way–whether you’re walking beside him or sitting next to him at a Toman meeting. He’ll also always tell you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are (while blushing because even though he’s been with you for so long, that awkwardness still pops through every now and then). TRULY a perfect match. I SHIP IT. AND ARE U KIDDING ME?? BALLET??? HE would make it his mission to watch you practice with hearts in his eyes and you better believe he’s attending all of your recitals (if you have any, if not, he's perfectly fine supporting you in private). 

He would find a way to incorporate himself into your hobbies, by joining in on some like reading or cooking. Would definitely be willing to have a sneak taste if you want to feed him, and I think he’d enjoy feeding you as well. JUST VERY CUTE ROMANTIC THINGS WITH HIM OKAY. I'M SO JELLY WRITING THIS BC HE’S ONE OF MY FAVS BUT WOW HE WOULD LOVE YOU SO MUCH. He really enjoys watching you do the things you love like writing and playing instruments. Hakkai loves the little snort that sometimes leaks through when you laugh–it gets him blushing like mad bc you’re just so adorable to him and can’t believe he’s lucky enough to be with you. Invite me to your wedding please :(

Date Night with Hakkai:

First of all, as soon as I saw pottery on your list of hobbies, this idea instantly came into my head

BUT YES HAKKAI WOULD TAKE YOU ON A POTTERY DATE EEEE SO ROMANTIC

He knows you’re still learning pottery and he figured this would be a perfect time for him to hop in on one of your hobbies–he’s excited to learn!

He takes you to this quaint local studio that allows people to come in and do their own pottery for a small fee

At first he’s just watching you do your own thing; collecting the clay, throwing it on the wheel, and working your wet hands into the clay, shaping it to perfection

He tries to follow along, but you’ll probably have to give him a hand, guiding his hands the right way (little “ghost” pottery scene action here NFHEKAFEKJ)

You both have a great time, especially Hakkai, but he’s mostly happy about seeing you enjoy yourself

He could honestly have fun doing anything at all so long as he gets to spend time with you

Of course once your creations are made and ready to be thrown in the kiln, you leave and make an appointment to come back to pick your ceramic pieces up another day

After your pottery date, he walks hand in hand with you to a nearby restaurant where your wonderful date continues

10/10 would recommend, now I wanna make pottery again ahhhhhh

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 9/18/2022

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[softlittleheartsandsparkles]

Cute asks (done as a survey.) My answers!

Bunnies: What’s your favorite animal?:- For me I like a lot of animals. But I think my favs are. Dolphins, orcas, Guinea pigs, Capybara's, hamsters, bunnies, and red pandas. :3

Kittens: Kittens or Puppies?:- Oh geez, this depends on my own engery level. I like both! But If i feel more home-y I like kittens. I DO love that puppies need to be active though. Marshmallows: Favorite type of candy?:- I like chocolate mostly! But I like hard sucky candies. Like the hard caramels!

Pusheen : What pusheen emoji are you?:- hmm! Unsure. :3

Evee : What evee evolution do you pick?:- WATER DOG! Vaporeon!!! <;3 Pikachu : Favorite pokemon episode?:- Hmmm… honestly I do like the christmas one from the first season of pokemon. SnowFlakes: It's snowing! What do you do?:- hmm... I think I'd just watch the snow fall from my window with a nice cozy drink watching the snow flakes dance as they come down. Stars: What Star Sign are you?:- I'm a sag. Slippers: Describe your favourite pair of slippers:- I actually more am a fan of slipper socks. Mine are grey, with little grips on the bottom, the inside is fuzzy. I do have a ideal pair I want, which would be pink, fuzzy on inside, and with little pompoms. Fluffy Pajamas: What Type of Pajamas do you wear?:- I mostly wear over sized tee shirts, or lounge wear. Glitter: Whats your Favourite color of Glitter:- I like blues and purple glitter normally. Strawberries: Whats your favourite type of fruit:- I like berries mostly. :3 Foxes: What animal do you connect with the most with?:- Sea Otters. (Which are also another fav.) Fairies: Describe yourself as a fairy!:- Hmm, I feel like I'd be more of a woodly fairy/fae folk, or possible a water fairy. But for looks i'm not sure. I lean more towards liking elfs and mermaids. Mermaid: If you were a mermaid, what color would your tail and bikini be?:- Hmm so because i've looked into getting a mermaid tail done before irl. (From merfolk! there tails are pretty and silicon) I probably would what a ombre fin. Start off with a deep amethyst purple, and slowly as it goes up towards my toso it would fade to a softer purple to white color. As for the top. I think again a soft purple would suit me. :3 Princess: Who is your favourite princess?:- I like Merida the most. Then Rapunzal. I do really like snow white and ariel as well. :3 Magic: Do you believe in Magic?:- Yes. Sweetly: Whats the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to you?:- hmm I can't think of something right now. Poppet: Favourite pet nickname?:- I don't really have one. And even if I did, I don't wanna give it out, because I don't want someone to overstep and think it's cool to use it. Cupcakes: What cupcake Flavor is the best:- hm, at the moment I still really like carrot cupcakes. Lollipops: Who's the sweetest person you know?:- For me, my partner. :3 But I have some really sweet online friends too. :3 Plushie: How many soft toys do you own?:- Too many xD I really like soft cozy things. TokiDoki: What type of unicorn would you be?:- Hmm, to be honest I don't think of unicorns that much. I'm more used to the 'traditional' all white/silver unicorn with the pretty horn and wings. :X So... I don't really know! Rainbows: Favourite color of the rainbow?:- PURPLE! BLUE! Clouds: Have you ever looked for shapes in clouds? Whats one shape you remember:- I do! I like looking at the clouds. And as for shapes... hmm... heart 'shapes'. I see those sometimes! Flower petal: What flowers would you like to have at your wedding?:- hmmm, maybe it sounds odd. But Forget me nots. I like those a lot. Rain: The light Pitter Patter of rain gently bounces off your window, whats your favourite thing to do when it rains?:- Mattering on the angle the rain is coming down at. I like opening my windows and letting the fresh smell come in. If it's raining side ways not so much. But I like standing on the deck with a tea and listening to it too, Or putting my rain stuff on and going for a walk. :3

#scribbles

[manjiroscum]

la isla bonita

Character/s: All of Bonten

Warnings: f!reader, sexual themes, non-con somnophilia (not so drastic, just touching), oral sex/throat fucking (m!receiving), cum eating, gun/firearm, threats, choking, mention of drugs, pet names used, and fluff. Minors don't interact.

Note: hi! thank you for the continued support.:) idk about this chap, it's just word vomit to me lol.

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Synopsis: Trouble always arises in paradise—especially with a mad dog breathing down your neck.

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chapter i | chapter iii

CHAPTER II - SUMMER BLUE

Meeting Sanzu Haruchiyo for the first time almost seemed like a fever dream than reality slamming its door onto your face saying you met Bonten's number two in the flesh without getting killed or at least frowned upon. In fact, you were quite disappointed, to say the least upon entering the office and seeing his appearance didn't fit with the idea you had of him as the organization's deadly number two. Pink hair, vivid hued suits... he seemed more fitting to be a supermodel than a criminal sought after by the police. He even appeared to be more approachable than the brothers who often wore overbearing looks or the men who had scars on their faces. Even with those diamond scars etched on the corner of his lips, curious whether they were intentional or not, clouded his bewitching identity with mystery. A trap to lure you in into wondering who he is and to get to know him. Why? Just because.

But of course, he had to prove your perception wrong the moment you spoke and interacted with him.

"Akashi?" he repeated the surname as if it were an insult, one brow raised at your astonished expression that used to be riddled with respect when you introduced yourself, hoping he'd return the gesture. The audacity you had to utter his real surname. Where did you even get that information? Was it the Haitanis who told you to spite him? Questions raced his mind while standing there, back against the wall with his piercing baby blues glaring down at your silent form. Lips curling into a smirk at the slight quiver you gave, fingers digging into the folder Koko gave you. Well, considering no one ever told you, perhaps he'll do the honors of correcting the fool who set you up into calling him by that wretched last name.

He didn't want to trouble Koko into searching for another assistant let alone dispose of a body when the latter hasn't had his cup of coffee yet.

In a blink of an eye, a quaint smile replaced his revolted reaction. "It's Sanzu, Miss. I'd prefer you call me that alone. Attaching Mister would make me sound like an old geezer." Figuring his revelation would be the end of it, Sanzu didn't expect you to linger under his gaze nor stand your ground. Normally, you should be running off, tail tucked in between your legs, and forget about it akin to all the other previous assistants before you who deemed him... insane. Yet, here you are, still in front of him and swallowing your fright. A bad decision, really.

Didn't your parents ever teach you to run for the hills whenever crazy men like him were around?

"I understand. But Sir, according to—"

Tall frame towering easily above you, his calloused hands grabbed you by the collar of your irritatingly pristine shirt matching your too-perfect suit. It may not have any symbolism other than professional purposes. However, to Sanzu, it was a shrilly scream at him that you were unattainable—that your life was put together and you were better than him. A criminal whose only gateway to experiencing heaven was through cheap thrills, drugs, and the high of killing another threat similar to him. Glaring down at your wide-eyed stare, he then gave you a toothy grin. A great contrast to his unfriendly statement that followed.

"If I were you, I'd just fucking listen than to press further on, yeah? Unless you want your innards painting these walls. We just had these repainted last week and it would be a pain in the ass." Seeing no gesture of confirmation or a measly utterance, he shook you gently. "Am I understood, Miss?"

Suffice to say, you avoided being in a room alone with Sanzu since then. Difficult it may be to function as Bonten's assistant to keep such an important man in the organization at arm's length, you were blessed that you often had to go through Kakucho or Koko than directly to Sanzu whenever Mikey had an order. It was stupid to do so, taking into account that you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to take the job. Sanzu just had the effect of rendering anyone speechless despite not saying a word. Who wouldn't be with those azure irises painted with the definition of madness in them?

In spite of that, he wasn't always the Sanzu Haruchiyo you feared to anger or merely be on the receiving end of his disdain... Especially that night.

Oh, that night indeed at Bonten's year-end party in one of their underground clubs. Too memorable than the event itself. The same night the older Haitani kept bringing up into your conversation.

New to the scene, you decided to stand by the sidelines, hoping to blend in with the dark atmosphere where led lights of dazzling color illuminated the area save for the spotlight on the stage where entertainment was. Strippers you hired for the night dancing to the music's sensual beat had you averting your gaze every time you made eye contact with them. A glass of barely touched champagne in between your fingers. Sweat glistened your forehead due to the humidity. The black Versace pin dress—the first item you bought with your salary—you wore seemed suffocating, prompting you to leave your spot and head to the exit for fresh air. 

However, you weren't able to reach your destination when some drunkard spilled his drink on you. Groaning at the sticky liquid trailing down your chest and over your dress, you were about to reassure him—wanting to leave as soon as possible—yet surprise then colored your features when the bastard himself asked you to apologize. Not only did he soiled your dress—he was now accusing you of spoiling his evening...

Great.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean it—would you want me to get you another drink?"

A pacifist. You always tried to be one. Getting into trouble was the least of your worries in the past, but now you were affiliated with Bonten... things have changed. And right now, you didn't want to cause more problems when this night was dedicated to letting loose from all the constant dangers of a life of crime. Much less be someone's target practice the next day.

And this man was deadset on pushing your buttons, palm reaching out to grab your boob and feel it under the thin material of your outfit. A perverted smirk on his sweaty face—the mere image enough to have chills run down your spine, trying your best to have his grip on your wrist loosen for you to escape.

"Come on! The least you could do is let me touch them in exchange for wasting my dri—"

An abrupt force caused the man to tumble back, sluggish form like a thin paper in the wind when a lock of pink hair flashed before your eyes. Tall built donning a  familiar suit you've made a goal of steering clear of upon seeing it separating you from the maniac. The people present nearby were stunned into silence at the scene. "What seems to be the problem, fucker?" Sanzu smiled, one that didn't meet his eyes of alexandrite blue hues you often mistake them for purple whenever he was not in a pleasant mood. "Do you need something from our little lady?"

Whether he realized it was Bonten's number two or not, the bastard looked like he pissed himself at the sudden interference of Sanzu. Watching as the inebriated rascal dash off, Sanzu huffed and muttered under his breath of how much of a coward the man was. That would've been the end of it and you could've gone on with your night after thanking your superior for his rescue. Except the scarred man loves surprises and inflicting a strange emotion in your heart.

Doing just that, his suit jacket was draped over your bare shoulders, covering every skin exposed. Lips parting akin to a fish out of water, you stumbled on your words of gratitude. Sanzu, on the other hand, scoffed at you. As if he didn't do a sweet gesture out of the blue.

"Next time, don't just stand there and let scoundrels have their way. Are you just going to let losers take advantage of you? Fucking hell..." Catching you off guard by grabbing your shoulders, he squeezed them gently with a solemn expression. "Be careful, alright? Sometimes, what's scarier than a loaded gun is bored motherfuckers. And when they do bother you, it won't be every day you'd have someone come help your doomed ass. Understood, sweetheart?"

You remember nodding at his wistful disclosure that didn't seem to make sense at first, mind muddled by the encounter. Bored motherfuckers were a danger to society indeed. And what better way to know than to hear it from Bonten's mad dog? Although, you beg to differ at times.

What was more dangerous than a bored motherfucker was a bored Sanzu Haruchiyo.

Gazing into those sharp orbs narrowed down at you, hand clutching your neck to constrict your airflow and the other holding a gun to your head, you came to the conclusion that you were right. There was no hiding the fact there is amusement in those irises of his while he chuckled at your vulnerability. Warm sand stuck to your damp hair, legs, cheeks, and a few in your mouth as you struggled underneath his crushing weight. Your life flashed before your eyes, mentally laughing humorlessly at the irony of it all.

Working for Bonten, you had your own fears of dying while on the job or due to a police raid—not on an uninhabited island nor at the hands of one of your superiors of all people.

"You're the traitor, aren't you? You're the one who planted the mole and placed us all in this fucking nightmare. Sweetheart thought she was so shrewd!

"W-what?" Saliva dripped down the corner of your lips, nails digging into his hand around your neck, begging him to release. Lungs trying to grab every chance it could get to have oxygen in them. "Traitor? W-what the fuck are you talking—"

"Hey, I actually found—what the fuck are you doing?!" Koko dropped the items he found washed up on the beach, running straight to his colleague squeezing the life out of you. Worry and panic in his tone. Hands wrapped around Sanzu's death-like grip, doing his best to pull the madman off of you only to succeed in taking the gun. The hand around your neck was still intact, continuing to strangle you. Now using his other free hand to choke you harder, Sanzu's actions had the silver-haired executive cursing in fright.

"Sanzu, shit, let her go! She's starting to turn purple! Why the fuck are you hurting her?"

"Koko, don't let this bitch fool you with her pretty face. She's the traitor! Planted the mole in the yacht to have us all dead before we even reach the island."

"What? Have you become delusional? You can't be as high as a kite right now so how the fuck did you come to that stupid conclusion—"

"I just know so shut the fuck up! Let me handle this." Attention diverting back to you, the scarred man laughed at the pathetic display of you trying to push him off. "Admit it, sweetheart. Who are you working for, huh? The PSIA? Are you another undercover agent? Tasked to spy on us and kill us?" Loosening his hold on you slightly, he hissed. "Speak!"

"I-I'm not a fucking traitor!" Squeaking hoarsely, you knew your answer won't satisfy him, but you still had to try. Anything to have him let go and give you peace of mind. "I did not plant or hire the bastard! And I'm not affiliated with the PSIA—"

"Don't fucking lie—"

A flipflop smacked Sanzu directly on the head, cutting off his words like a heated knife against butter. Realistically speaking, it wouldn't have been enough to halt Bonten's number two in bringing down his judgment nor his intent on punishing traitors—even you. Seeing that the flipflop belonging to Mikey, however, made Sanzu release his grip immediately as if he was electrocuted by the touch of your flesh under his palm. Azure irises meeting black ones that held irritation in them.

Finally free from the clutches of near-death, you sat up and held the stinging flesh of your neck, tears running down your distraught face. You were sure there would be ugly marks left behind with the way he cut off your air, leaving you lightheaded. Flinching at the soothing rub on your back, Koko couldn't help but click his tongue at how fearful you were despite it wasn't him. He couldn't blame you either for the way you reacted.

"Are you okay?" he felt stupid asking, knowing you were far from being fine. Yet, he didn't know what else to say while he rubbed your shivering back. Feeling apologetic with how you retreated from his comforting touch, you easily leaned against him to ground yourself. Whether Koko was taken aback or not, you failed to pay anyone any heed as you hugged your quivering frame. Heart pounding rapidly in your ribcage, relief flooding your system slowly. The same couldn't be said for the others, especially at how Sanzu had his head down, scowling. Mikey pointed a finger at him, brows slightly pinched together in confusion and annoyance.

"Why'd you choke her?"

"Mikey, I—"

"Wasn't I clear earlier? About no fighting?" Taking a step forward, the enigmatic man picked up his flipflop lying on the sand next to his righthand man and slipped it into his barefoot. "And out of everyone, why suspect the assistant? Do you have solid proof?"

"No—"

"I always trust your judgment, Sanzu. You know this all too well. You're not Bonten's number two for show. Always giving me results whenever I need them, to which I am grateful for." Placing a hand on the scarred man's shoulder, Mikey subsequently urged him to a kneeling position. And like a well-trained dog, Sanzu Haruchiyo was now on the ground, head close to kissing the sand with his hands folded behind his back. "But sometimes, you get too... immersed?"

"I apologize, Mikey."

"I wasn't asking for an apology, Sanzu." Foot now pressing down on the scarred man's back, Mikey glowered at his submission. "All I want is for us to leave this island in one piece and return to the city, but if everyone is going to keep testing my patience—going against my wishes, then we will have a fucking problem. As my righthand, I expect you to implement these rules and not be the cause of breaking them."

"Understood, Mikey."

Inhaling sharply, Mikey stepped back. The sunlight gleaming down on the weapon discarded to the side caught his eye, prompting him to pick it up. 

"Now, where the hell did you get this?"

Koko responded instantly, excitement in his voice. "We found a few suitcases and boxes a few yards from here. I believe even one of them belongs to her..." Glancing down at your calmed state, the silver-haired executive continued. "Sanzu and I found a few stashes of canned food too. Maybe if we scour the beaches, the stuff back in the yacht might've ended up here."

"I see." No one saw it coming. Mikey pointing the very gun Sanzu used against you at the pink-haired man's head, no hesitation behind those soulless irises. Finger hovering by the trigger. Instantly, you gaped at the strange scene in front of you. Koko was astonished, not daring to move. Sanzu, on the other hand, did not resist. Kneeling there in acceptance and ready to take whatever Mikey threw his way. "Let me ask you one more time then. Who do you listen to, Sanzu?"

"You."

"Louder."

"You, Mikey."

"Good. If I ask you to shoot yourself in the head, would you do it?"

Heart dropping to the pit of your stomach, you shifted your gaze between the two. There was no way you were just hearing things right. Mikey was ordering Sanzu to shoot himself? Knowing Sanzu Haruchiyo, he'd do anything for his 'king'.

"Yes, Mikey."

There's no way, right?

He then threw the gun down, landing in front of Sanzu's line of sight with a soft thud.

"Then do it."

"No!" Body moving on its own, you stood in between them. Whether it was a bad idea or the easiest way to meet your creator, you didn't care as you raised your arms in defense. Mikey raised a brow at your actions, although he remained silent. "Sir, there's no need for this. Sanzu was only doing his job—"

"Even when he almost choked you to death?" Tilting his head to the side, Mikey challenged you with a glare. "How much of a saint are you to let this slide? Or are you truly a traitor as what he said? Feeling guilty?"

"No. I am not the traitor, Sir. I-I know Sanzu's method was harsh but this is too much," you countered, cursing at yourself for stammering in the process. "Everyone is tired and hungry, Sir. And Sanzu is not exempted from that equation."

"Your point?"

"The dire situation is getting into everyone's heads, Sir. Which will make anyone delusional, rash, or go insane. It plays with our minds and causes us to turn on one another." Clearing your throat, you resumed your statement softly. "And although the accusation of me being a traitor may not be cleared so easily, please remember that we are all in the same situation—exhausted and having the desire to return home. I did not want this to happen nor did I betray Bonten or have any motivation to do so."

The silence that followed was stifling, to say the least. Reading Mikey's mind was definitely a hard one, trying to figure out whether he was unimpressed by your explanation or simply irritated at the entirety of it all. Nevertheless, his response was a small sigh.

"Very well." Turning his back to you, Mikey folded his arms across his chest after taking the gun away, pocketing it, and watched Kakucho approaching from the distance with Takeomi beside him. Both carrying boxes with them. "My rule of no fighting still stands. And whether you are the traitor, I shall get to the bottom of it myself."

"What happened here?" Takeomi glanced at his brother still kneeling and at your neck littered with handprints. To see it mar your supple skin had both of the men widen their eyes in surprise. Kakucho is the first to approach you, worry lacing his tone. Takeomi didn't have to ask who did it, irises already trained at Sanzu about to stand.

"Who—"

"Kakucho, I'll leave it to you to take care of her." Mikey's voice drifted into the air as he started to walk away, destination unknown. Yet, knowing him, he was probably off to find something sweet to snack on. "I trust you'll keep her safe and out of harm's way."

"Will do," Kakucho replied back, gaze never leaving yours. His huge hands grasped the lapels of his jacket still covering your thin nightgown, doing his best to cover you completely. "Where did you head off to? Did you get hurt—"

"The culprit is right in front of you, Kakucho." Takeomi sighed, gesturing at his frowning brother. "But I guess we weren't needed since Mikey already solved it." He then spun to face you, an amused smile on his lips. "Let me guess, he accused you of hiring that bomber, didn't he?" Shaking his head when you confirmed his thoughts, Takeomi diverted his focus back at Sanzu. "What an idiot."

Kakucho was quick to shield you from Bonten's number two, brows furrowed in disappointment when the pink-haired man stood up fully. He didn't want to entertain the thoughts plaguing his mind if Mikey or Koko wasn't around to help you. He would only end up punching the younger Akashi. "Since I've been appointed by Mikey for her safety, you're not allowed to go near her for the time being."

And for the first time since Mikey ordered him to shoot himself, Sanzu scoffed. "As if I'd go near that bitch. She may have defended me, but that still won't make me put my guard down around her."

Hiding your hurt expression, you averted your line of sight away—afraid you'd burst into tears if you stared at Sanzu any longer. Whether he accused you out of boredom or by a hunch, it didn't relieve the pain throbbing in your chest. Blooming red like the flowers you've seen earlier on your way to the waterfall, except your heart was bleeding in sadness.

"Let's go," Kakucho muttered, hand behind your back to guide you to a shade nearby. "You must be starving."

Prepared for a sleepless night, you still tried to let the tune of exhaustion lull you into the unconscious world. It was to be expected, of course. Your body wasn't used to sleeping outdoors where mosquitoes and other creepy bugs lurk about. The insects buzzing around were one of the reasons that kept you from getting complete shut-eye.

The other underlying cause? You couldn't pinpoint it exactly...

The dinner earlier was consisted of mixed fruits and the canned goods Koko and Rindou found ashore. Aside from keeping your stomach grumbling for more, it was particularly safe. The tiny tent Kakucho built from scratch for you alone was quite cozier than to lay on the coarse sand. The smoldering fire outside close to dying out completely due to the evening's chilly winds was sort of comforting rather than distracting. In fact, everything was going alright, probably even better than what you expected of getting stranded on an unknown island.

You had one of your suitcases that contained decent clothes, socks, and a pair of slippers that didn't have you shivering due to the cold breeze occasionally breaking into your tent, the white cloth billowing whenever it did. And although you liked Kakucho's coat, you had to return it to him. He wasn't as blessed to have his suitcase washed up on the beach, relying on the others and borrowing their clothing. Ran was the most giving, handing out the white polos he had and urging Rindou to share some of his as well. The exchange over dinner was a little dry though, despite the camaraderie over sharing the goods they've found while circling the island.

Sanzu remained a great distance from you, refusing to eat the meal you've prepared for them all. Takeomi, while drying out his wet packets of cigarettes over the fire, suggested you forget about him and focus on your own. That Sanzu Haruchiyo was not worth worrying over.

"He's definitely acting this way because he doesn't have something to snort on," Takeomi huffed, eyeing the drying sticks he has been itching to smoke upon finding them. "If you ask me, this is a blessing in disguise for him. To become clean, you know?"

Kakucho and Ran hardly talked, awkwardly making comments here and there. Rindou and Koko, however, were struggling on putting up their own fort with the cloth they'd found. Mikey sat by the fire, gazing at the amber flames in silence. Other than Kakucho or Takeomi, the rest didn't utter a word to you. Not even Ran, who was all over you the second you arrived on the island. Swallowing your sorrow, you tried hard not to glance up from the banana leaf you temporarily made as a plate. 

And just before everyone bid goodnight and retired into their own tents, Mikey drew up a plan of making a temporary house for everyone the next day.

"It might rain anytime soon," he murmured, scrawling a picture of what seemed to be a wooden hut on the dirt. "The cloth we found wouldn't keep out the rain and we'll obviously get drenched. Getting sick is the biggest risk here so we should start constructing first thing tomorrow morning."

Wrapping the blanket you've torn apart with your bare hands due to the lack of scissors tighter around you, the thought of never getting out of the island taunted you again. Closing your eyes in hopes of sleeping, you waited for it to claim you gradually to block out the endless bad scenarios filling you with dread. Hoping for a good dream to visit you and temporarily rid of the horrible pictures drawn by imagination.

Vivid dreams were never a rare occurrence to you, sometimes unable to tell between the real and the fake. Total darkness was all you saw, but you felt it. You felt rough palms hiking up your white nightgown, caressing your thigh. Squirming at the odd feeling, you refused to open your eyes—deciding it was probably just the wind and that your mind was playing tricks on you. But after a few moments, you felt it again.

Those palms stroking your skin, almost akin to a ghost's touch. Cupping your breasts lightly, the look on his eyes glimmering under the moonlight at how soft you were under the pads of his fingers. The nightgown you wore wasn't visible in the dark, yet he didn't have to see to know you looked good in it. Finger dipping into the crevice of your thighs, he almost shivered violently at the thought of how warm you were. Erection growing harder under the confinement of his pants, he resumed his illicit touches and basking at your soft snores. Now leaning down to press his nose where your underwear was, his mind was instantly in a drunken stupor at the delectable scent you gave off.

Temptation singing in his ear to taste—to claim you while you were asleep, but he knew better. Instead, his lips nuzzled your cheek in a quiet apology. And just as you went deeper into the darkness, a soft voice whispered into your ear similar to a siren calling for her sailor on land.

"I'm sorry."

The second you opened your eyes, dawn has arrived. Bones relieved from their fatigue as you stretched, you decided the first thing you had to do—after combing your hair and changing into pants and a t-shirt—was to hunt for more fruits. Breakfast would soon be upon the group and the last thing you want was for them to complain how little it was. Leaving your tent, you were greeted by the ocean's serenity. The little waves kissed the shoreline, seawater bubbling on the white sand. The soles of your slippers pressed against the roughness of it, crunching the sand underneath, as you made your way to the nearest person camping next to your tent. Working as Bonten's assistant, you knew who was the early riser out of all of them.

"Excuse me, Sir?"

No answer came. The man occupying the tent was nowhere to be found, only pieces of evidence of him sleeping inside of it. Biting your lower lip, you began searching for him by the shorelines. It was when you ventured further that you found him, sitting by the rocks and fiddling what seemed to be sticks. Used to seeing him wearing clothes in the darkest shades, the white polo he wore today looked great on him. Approaching him, you waved with a small smile to announce your presence in hopes of not shocking him.

"Good morning, Sir."

Kakucho glanced up from his work, eyes widening before shooting you a grin. "Oh, good morning. You're up early. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I guess." Now standing next to him, you eyed what he was doing in interest. "Are you making something, Sir?"

Holding up the stick, he laughed lightly. "Well, I was thinking of making a spear to catch fish. We can't just eat fruits all the time, but..." Scratching the back of his head, he sheepishly smiled. "I guess I was getting ahead of myself since I don't really know how to spear for fishes."

"That makes two of us," you giggled, taking one of the sticks and raising it in the air. "But we can always learn. I bet the others can't spear for fishes either. Well, not that they had the need to learn until now..." Eyeing the empty bag next to him used yesterday to store fruits, you then gestured to the forest behind you. "I was actually going to ask for your permission to look for more fruits, Sir."

Upon hearing your goal, Kakucho instantly shot up and grabbed the bag. "Let's go then, shall we? I don't want to have you walking around the island all alone." Realizing what he said, he coughed. "It's Mikey's orders, after all."

Venturing into the forest, both of you often stopped on your tracks to grab some bananas and berries. Kakucho, seeing some fallen coconuts, carried them with ease while following behind you in search of more edible plants. It was when you spotted a fig tree that had you removed the slippers you wore to climb the wooden perennial plant. Kakucho waited down below, stare never leaving your form as you reached out to one of the fruits dangling by the edge of a branch.

"You don't have to force yourself to get that," Kakucho spoke, a bit nervous at the thin branch snapping under your weight. "There are other fruit trees in the area that are better than figs—"

Bonten's number three, a ruthless force to reckon with in the bloody streets of Tokyo, almost screamed in horror when your feet dangled mid-air when the branch snapped. Thankfully, you had a strong grip on the trunk, resulting in you not meeting the same fate as the fig that fell on the grassy ground. Pout on your lips, you made your way down to present the other figs you successfully took.

"Sir, may I be informal with you?"

"S-sure," he murmured. "Should've been from the start..."

"Are you one of my boss or my father?" you couldn't help but laugh, remembering his agape reaction. "I know it's not funny, but this tree isn't even that tall. A fall from this height won't give me a nasty injury..." Trailing off at the pointed stare he gave, your head lowered in shame. "I apologize, Sir. I won't have you worrying too much."

Kakucho exhaled deeply, shaking his head fondly. "It's alright. I guess I was overreacting back there. And you're right, this tree isn't even that tall." Shifting his sight to the fallen fig, he chuckled. "You might have to apologize to the fig, though. It fell victim to your clumsiness."

The laughter both of you elicited fell short when raindrops started to fall, growing heavier with each passing second. Without hesitation, Kakucho grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you in the direction where the bigger trees were. Standing under a huge mango tree, Kakucho whistled lowly at the downpour whereas you tried to dry yourself.

"Oh shit, Mikey was right," you mumbled, staring at the rain. "If it rains heavily like this, we'd definitely get sick. Do you think they ran for shelter too?"

"I hope so," Kakucho muttered, crossing his arms and leaning against the trunk. "How unfortunate of those who are still sleeping. I bet they woke up with a mouthful of water." At the image, you burst out laughing to which you hurriedly tried to quell down. How could you forget that those men were your superiors? And here you are making fun of their situation. Afraid to see Kakucho's displeased reaction, to your surprise, he was smiling. "I bet you'd wish to see Sanzu all wet and frustrated, huh?"

At the mention of the pink-haired man, you shook your head softly. "Nah. Not really... What happened yesterday was unfortunate, but I don't wish for anyone to get sick or have a bad day. It lowers morale, you know. And right now, we can't have that... not when we are trying to survive."

Kakucho couldn't figure out where he obtained the sudden boost of confidence, but it was too late to retreat now that his fingers were caressing the marks on your neck. Brows furrowed in indignation at how he failed to prevent Sanzu from strangling you. Perhaps if he was around, you wouldn't have experienced such a ruthless action. What was Sanzu thinking? 

"S-Sir?"

"Does it still hurt?"

Shaking your head, you smiled. "It's healing, but it might take a few more days for the marks to disappear fully." Falling silent at the intense stare Kakucho had, you swallowed. "Um, Sir? Is there something wrong?"

"Didn't I tell you to call me Kakucho?"

Blinking at his authoritative tone, your response was knocked out of you when your back was pressed against the tree—Kakucho's strong arms trapping you. Now that he was closer, you could see the outline of his scar and the trails where the raindrops that fell on him went. The warmth of his body, the same warmth you felt back when you were all floating in the middle of the ocean, emitted from his muscular body. Musky scent faint on his skin but was still intoxicating your senses as you glanced up at him in wonder. 

"I-I'm sorry?"

Tilting his head to the side, Kakucho leaned further in. Lips a hair's breadth away from colliding with yours. Hot breath tickling your skin.

"Yesterday, before I went to bed... Ran visited me." At the implications of his words, your mouth went dry. The heat of his fingers brushed the sensitive skin of your neck. Kakucho pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, a spot near your ear. "Do you know what he told me? I believe you know what he said..." Fingers lifting your chin to stare directly into your slightly hazy pupils, he murmured. "He gloated about how you moaned his name while his fingers were deep inside your pussy. And I wonder, would you do the same for me?"

You were unsure of who did it first, clashing your lips together scaldingly. Tongues chased one another's taste as your hands roamed his chest and up to his shoulders, pulling him close with each moan escaping your mouth. The cold atmosphere in contrast to your actions, biting back a whine when Kakucho tackled your neck, bent on replacing Sanzu's mark with his own.

"Sir—"

"You're still going to call me that?" he grunted, pulling back to grin down at your swollen moist lips and then into your eyes clouded with lust. Hands mapping out his hanafuda tattoo visible under the wet polo shirt, muscles taut under your fingers. The bulge on his pants rubbed against your clothed pussy that was equally dripping with want. And while you chased for his lips, wanting to kiss him again, you yelped out in surprise when his thick fingers yanked your hair, chin pointing up to the sky as his teeth dug into the skin of your neck. "Gonna keep calling me Sir even when I'm inside you?"

Whimpering at the yearning behind it, you found yourself sliding further down. Kneeling on the ground, your hands moved on to the tune of passion and lust—undoing Kakucho's pants and pulling them down. The moment you had his underwear down, you drooled at his thick veiny cock poking your cheek. 

"Oh, fuck." Kakucho bit his lip, grunting when you laid your tongue flat on the pink mushroom tip oozing with pre-cum, begging for attention. Kakucho Hitto was not only packing, but he tasted good too. Hand on your hair, Kakucho groaned as he guided you into taking his cock after lubing it up with his pre-cum and your spit.

 Fuck, he was so huge.

The sound of Kakucho's rough groans above caused you to moan as you slowly bobbed up and down his thick cock. Absentmindedly, you squeezed your thighs together. The idea of having such a huge dick inside your pussy made your mouth water. And while you tried to have your mouth grow accustomed to his length first, Kakucho opened his eyes and glanced down—lo and behold, the scene that greeted his sight almost had him cumming down your throat right then and there.

You, on your knees, looking up at him with those pretty fucking eyes with his fat cock between your swollen lips, taking him in like the good girl you were. How could he have resisted you for so long? No wonder Ran was itching to have you—you were such an obedient one. 

"Pretty baby, shit, I wanna fuck and cum on your throat. C-can I? Shit," Kakucho hissed, trying so hard not to fuck into your mouth and just have you swallow all of it. His self-control was teetering on edge but you just had to nod, wanting to please him. Control snapping into half, your scream of surprise was muffled as Kakucho's hips started thrusting into your mouth. Drool dripped down your chin as you took all of his length, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat. "Ah, fuck, I want to cum inside your cunt next."

Pussy clenching on nothing at Kakucho's wish, you couldn't help but moan. You wanted him to stretch your cunt, to fill you up next. To do what Ran's fingers weren't able to do last time.

"Baby, I'm cumming—fuck!"

Hot ropes of his thick cum to paint your throat, eyes rolling at the back of your skull in bliss as it slid down. The grip he had on your hair loosened and Kakucho pulled out, the tip smearing cum on your lips as he sighed, appetite satiated. Wiping the rest of his cum off of your chin and swallowing it similar to the rest of it, you stood up fully. Bonten's number three immediately embraced you, kissing your lips harboring his own taste. Pulling away, you hummed in delight, but still not satisfied for the ache in between your legs hasn't been quelled yet.

"Kaku..."

The scarred man's auburn eye dilated at the nickname you've bestowed him, cock twitching. Forget you saying his name—this was far better. Just as he was about to tease you for it and offer to return the favor, the cracking of a stick did not go unnoticed to him. Turning to where the sound came from, Kakucho and you stared back in shock at Rindou standing by the bushes with an equal amount of astonishment in his features.

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Daffodils

Beetlejuice x Reader

You find out BJ really likes flowers (although he won't admit it), and you prepare a surprise for him.

Because someone actually complained calling my last fic cringy and I'm petty so I tried writing something even cheesier. Thanks for the inspo 👌

Enjoy!

Warnings: corny, cheesy pet names, pillow fort, flowers, lots of flowers

Gender Neutral Reader

It was your typical movie night with Beej at the Deetzlands.

Except that tonight BJ had decided to surprise you by building a pillow fort in the living room where you usually watch your movies. Although he said he built it himself from scratch, you're pretty sure he used help from his magic to make it. Still, it was a nice gesture and it looked pretty cozy.

"Now for the final touch, we need some popcorn", he said, "wait here babes"

"Wait, can't you just conjure it... And he's gone" you say baffled.

"Hey y/n", you hear Lydia's voice as she comes into the room, "... a pillow fort? Really?"

Normally she would join you in your movie nights, but tonight she had to finish a group project for her class.

You shrug, about to say something but before you could reply, Beetlejuice pops up out of nowhere in a cloud of green smoke and smacks your cheek with a loud kiss

"Muaaaah"

Yes, he said that on top of the kiss.

"You guys are gross", Lydia says.

You quickly share a look with Beej, knowing you both were thinking the same thing.

"Oh my! Are we???? Oh noooo!!! Boo boo! She thinks we're gross!!! Ahhhh!!"

"Don't worry pookie, it's okay, she's just jealous of our love", Beej says pulling you into a side hug.

"Well how could I not love someone as...", you start to say trying not to laugh.

"Ugh, how am still friends with you two", says Lydia rolling her eyes as she leaves the room.

Unable to contain it any longer, Beej and you start cracking up uncontrollably.

"Pookie? seriously?", you ask.

"I couldn't help myself sweetness"

"Oh god, we sound like the Maitlands"

"Y'know babes, I'd normally scare the pants off of anyone who compared me to those two" says Beej poking your side, and you smack his hand.

"What do you mean my sweet poo bear? Do you not like it when I pamper my little meow meow?", you ask taking both of his cheeks in your hands and pressing them, but Beetlejuice pulls your hands away.

"I... never thought, I'd ever hear anyone actually call me that", he says smirking.

You snicker, "you love it"

"Shut up"

"So, what movie should we start the night with?", you ask turning your attention to TV.

"Whatever you want sugar, this one's on you, but next week I get to choose, how's that?"

"Sounds good to me"

In the end you both settled for a Tim Burton marathon.

"Ugh, flowers are so cheesy", Beej grumbles when you get to the daffodil scene in Big Fish.

"Are they?"

"Uh yeah? Like, I don't get what's so special about flowers.

The second you get them, you have to put them in a vase. And not just that, but you have to cut every stem an inch up diagonally before placing them...

Then add to the fact that after they inevitably die, so it's basically a dead plant. Unless you're into dead things...", he says leaning his face too close to you.

You push him away, rolling your eyes, "they're not that bad"

"Sure they are colorful and pretty, and look nice when you put them in a room," he continues his hair turning a bit pink, "plus it's not like you can find any in the Netherworld, everything there is colorless and lifeless. But it's not as if just giving someone flowers is enough to make them fall for you, that's ridiculous!

Believe me babes, I've tried"

You were sure most of the stories he told were made up, but you didn't say anything.

"Mmm I don't know bug, if I didn't know any better I'd say you actually like flowers", you tell him with a smirk.

"Me? Like flowers?"

"Yeah?"

"Ha! Babes, please, as if"

"Then why did your hair turn pink?"

"What? No it didn't?!", he exclaims looking up and passing a hand through his hair as if trying to comb whatever pink might be left in there away.

"Ok, if you say so"

You both go back to watching the movie. But you couldn't stop thinking about it. What if he actually liked them?

"Do you though?"

"Do I what?"

"Like flowers? Like, would you like it if someone gave you some?"

"Uhhhhh," he mutters, "look babes! They're robbing a bank!"

"Right", you say deciding not to push him.

Ever since that day however, you had a slight suspicion that Beej actually loved flowers but wouldn't admit it, you had already seen him looking longingly at movie scenes with flowers in them, or stealing some from Barbara's small garden, but now you were more certain, still you decided to run a little experiment to test it out.

"Hey BJ, can I try something I saw on the internet out on you?", you ask him one day.

"I don't know what you're up to toots, but sure I'll bite", he says with curiosity.

"Ok, so I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you have to answer with the first thing that comes to your mind as fast as you can, you can't stop to rethink your answer, ok?"

"Ok, shoot...", he replies eyeing you suspiciously.

"What's your favorite animal?

"What kind of question..."

"Common, quick answer"

"Uhh, Sandworm"

"Favorite sex position", you decide to try to get him more engaged.

"Now we're talking!"

"Answer!"

"Anything is fine as long as it's with you sugartits"

You blush, ok, maybe that didn't work.

"Favorite color"

"Green"

"Favorite planet"

"Uranus"

Of course he would say that.

"Favorite time of the day"

"Booty call hour"

"Favorite music"

"70s rock"

"Favorite movie"

"The Exorcist"

"Favorite flower?"

"Daffodils", he says before he can catch himself.

A look of shock crosses his face.

You're just as shocked as he is. You didn't think your little trick would work.

"I... I mean. Flowers? What do you mean favorite flower babes? Pshhh I told you I don't like flowers"

"I'm pretty sure I heard you say Daffodils"

"No you didn't"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I did"

You just stay like that staring at each other.

He breaks first, "ugh, fine! It's daffodils! And I like flowers! Are you happy now?"

"I knew it", you chuckle.

"You probably think I'm weird now"

"You were already weird"

"Touche"

Yep, definitely likes flowers.

...

A month passed since that, and neither of you mention it again.

It had been a while since you wanted to do something nice for him.

You thought it would be sweet if you could surprise Beej by recreating that scene from Big Fish.

So, with some help of the Maitlands, you got and arranged daffodil bouquets in the attic, as well as some other flowers (granted you didn't get as many as in the movie, flowers can be pretty expensive), while Lydia distracted him.

You also put some in the front yard that could be seen from the rooftop, trying to stay at least a bit faithful to the film.

And with everything ready, and the Maitlands going away to give you two space, it was time to bring the ghoul up to the rooftop and attic, and show him the surprise you prepared for him.

You found him in Lydia's room making some prank calls with the teenager. When Lydia spotted you she gave you a knowing smile.

"Hey Beej can I show you something?"

"Sure, baby what's up?"

"Put this on and follow me", you order him giving him a blindfold and offering your hand.

"Ohhh sweet cheeks, I didn't think you were into that kinda stuff, not that I'm complaining...", he purrs as he puts the blindfold on and takes your hand.

You guide him to the rooftop.

"Oh babycakes, why didn't you tell me you..."

"Ok, take the blindfold off", you tell him once you were in the rooftop, positioning him so that he was facing the flowers below.

He starts to take it off, "ready to get some...", he starts to say but stops when he lais eyes on the yellow flowers spread all across the front yard.

He didn't say anything, he just stood there looking at the flowers.

You started to get you a little nervous, were you wrong in thinking he would like this?

"Beej?"

"Y/n what is this?"

"I... you know, it's like in Big Fish. Remember that scene with the daffodils? And how you told me they were your favorite flower? I... I thought maybe you would...", you didn't get to finish, as Beetlejuice pulled you into a hug and squeezed the air out of you.

"Bee, you're choking me", you manage to get out, and he releases his grip on you.

"Sorry babes, it's just no one has ever...", he starts to say sniffing.

Was he crying? Oh my god he was, and his hair was completely pink.

He hugs you again, and you hug him back.

You stay like that for a little longer, running your hands through his back.

"Is this a good time to tell you that's not everything I got you?", you ask as you pull away.

He looks at you confused, "what do you mean?", he asks still sniffing.

"Come back inside"

You lead him back to the attic and towards the little flower display you prepared with the Maitlands.

To say Beetlejuice was surprised would be an understatement.

"Babes!!!!!", he exclaims adorably.

"And that's not all"

You grab a flower crown you made the night before and come up from behind him placing it in his head before hugging him. And he's just left standing there speechless, his suit and hair both a really bright pink.

"Do you like it?", you ask him trying to get a a response out of him, "I really wanted to do something nice for you and give you a surprise"

"Oh sugar, that's not the only thing you gave me" he purrs, composing himself. And looking back at you, with a suggestive smile.

You notice a few strands of his hair turning magenta as you go completely red.

...

He went around wearing his flower crown everywhere he went for the rest of the week, talking about what a happy little ghoul he was and how loved he felt.

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