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phantom-playdough · 1 year

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Hello! Could you write an Mk with a gender neutral s/o who has shadow powers? Like, Macaque helps them train and teach them how to control themself.(he totally wasn't using them before this though-👀)

But yeah. Could the interactions also be fluffy? I'm dying from the lack of Mk content.😭/hj

Thank you so much!

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Okay, 🍞! Here ya go! I hope that this fluffy enough for you! Tried my best!

MK x GN!Reader: My Sweet Shadow

Y/n slipped through the shadows, appearing suddenly in their apartment. Feeling tired from using their powers so much, Y/n plopped face first onto their couch.

Y/n had just gotten back home from training with their master, Macaque. They always had the power to become a shadow and used it often. Apparently, however, they were sloppy with their power because Macaque stumbled across them becoming a shadow to hide from some muggers.

Macaque took an interest in them, wanting to use them for the sake of his own gain. So, he took them under his wing and began training them. But the training was incredibly difficult for Y/n.

So, when they got home and felt their stomach growl violently, they decided to order some noodles from Pigsy Noodles. They wanted to try the noodles there for a while now, so why not?

They placed their order and waited. And waited. And waited.

After what felt like years a knock at the door sounded through Y/n's apartment and they shot up to answer the door.

"Hey, I-I'm sorry for taking so...long..." MK said, trailing off slightly as the customer answered the door. MK was absolutely floored with how perfect they looked.

"No worries." Y/n was screeching inside their mind as they took in MK's adorable appearance. He looked like they were doing a lot of deliveries for a while, exhaustion clear on his face but they still looked awe-struck for some reason.

Y/n looked down at themself and felt a strong blush of embarrassment appear on their face. "Sorry, I was just out and stuff. I swear I don't always look this...messy."

“No!” MK said a little too quickly. He cleared their throat. “I-I mean, psh! Nah, you look fine!” MK tried playing it cool, failing miserably but it served to make them more adorable.

Y/n laughed. “Well, thank you!”

MK handed Y/n their order, feeling his heart skip when their hands touched briefly in the exchange. Y/n looked into the bag, eager to see their food smiling back at them. But they were a little taken aback to see the food in the bag was... not theirs.

MK was in the process of leaving when Y/n called out to them. "Uh, this isn't my order?"

He all but froze when they heard that. MK sped back over at a speed so fast that Y/n had to blink once or twice to register that he was back in front of them. "Oh, my God! I'm so sorry!! Here, I'll take it and bring your order back. What was it you got again?" MK asked, clearly frazzled.

"U-uh, it was (favorite ramen or noodle recipe)."

"ARUGH! I KNEW that was yours, too! I'll bring it back ASAP!" They said, not giving Y/n much of a chance to respond before he was gone again.

===

Y/n was sat in their apartment, scrolling through their TV's watchlist, trying to find something to distract from the rumbling in their stomach. Eventually though, Y/n heard a loud knock at their door.

When the door was opened, MK all but shoved Y/n's order into their arms. "Here ya go! I-I'm, uh... sorry about that." They said, scratching his head awkwardly.

"No worries, dude. I know how it is. So long as I got my food, that's all that matters." Y/n flashed a soft smile, making MK's heart skip a beat or two. Or three.

"Well, uh... I gotta get goin'. But hopefully I'll see you around?" MK tried to not let hope edge into his voice, but it did anyway.

"Sounds like a plan. I'm Y/n, for the record."

"Call me MK!" They said, holding up a hand.

Y/n high-fived MK, before MK left.

Once they were back inside, Y/n opened their bag of food. They were relieved to see their order staring back at them. But they also saw something else in their bag. It was their receipt. But it had something written on it.

'Hey! It's MK, your noodle-delivery guy! I wouldn't mind talkin' to you again! Here's my number!'

Y/n had to hold back so hard to not scream at how ADORABLE this "noodle-delivery guy" was being!!!

Needless to say, it didn't quite work if you ask Y/n's neighbors.

===

From that day onward, Y/n was continuing their training with Macaque, but in their free-time, they were in their shadow form in order to follow MK around. Don't get them wrong, they did want to hang out with MK, like a lot. But Macaque had just recently had a talk with Y/n, telling them to not associate with MK or his mentor, Monkey King.

The reasons behind these bans, however, were left to interpretation to Y/n. But the fact that these bans existed hurt Y/n more than they thought.

===

Today, Y/n was off from training for a change, as Macaque was off on some sort of hunt for some artifact or something. So, while he was gone, Y/n followed MK over to Pigsy's Noodles. They watched him interact with some people who Y/n gathered were named Mei, Tang, and Pigsy.

But as Y/n was in their shadow, Tang noticed Y/n's form near the corner of the shop.

"Hey, uh guys? Am I the only one who sees that shadow there?" Tang said, giving away Y/n's position. Everyone turned around and stared at them for a good thirty to forty seconds.

Y/n stepped out of their shadow form slowly. "Uh, hi... I was just-omph!!!" They were cut off by MK rushing over and hugging them incredibly tightly.

"Hey, Y/n!!! Where have you been?" MK flashed some sweet puppy-eyes at Y/n, making their heart skip a beat. Or two. Or three.

"I-I, uh...I just was busy."

"Uh, MK? You gonna introduce us?" Mei asked.

"Yeah! I was gonna do that... in a sec." Only then did MK release Y/n from his death grip. Their eyes sparkled so brightly that Y/n felt nothing but guilt for avoiding him for training sake.

"Um, my name is Y-Y/n. I met MK here when he delivered me some noodles." Y/n said awkwardly. They kicked themself in the head for the lame excuse of an introduction. But from the looks of things, no one else seemed to mind at all.

"So, how were you able to hide in the shadows like that?" Tang asked after a small discussion started between Y/n and the group.

"I've always been able to do that. I was kinda, just born with this power." Y/n answered calmly. "I don't normally get so careless with being noticeable, though. Guess I'm getting a bit rusty in that department." They said with a nervous chuckle.

"Well, it's a super cool power to have!" MK reassured Y/n. It worked luckily, but both of them were oblivious to the suspicious and knowing looks headed their way from Mei, Pigsy, and Tang.

After a good day of chatting with the group, Y/n and MK were walking back to Y/n's apartment. Once they reached that destination, the two of them just stood in front of the door awkwardly. "Y-you know, it meant a lot to me that you said my power was cool. It was cool coming from you."

"Really? Thanks! I-I, uh, I mean no problem!" MK fumbled with their words. But then his face turned serious. "I-I didn't do anything wrong, did I? Like, you've been kinda MIA lately and I was just wanting to double check that I didn't do anything wrong."

Y/n's heart broke almost instantly at MK's words. They felt so guilty for ditching them for training. Macaque's words echoing in their mind made Y/n all the more certain that he was wrong. MK was too pure and perfect to be as awful as Macaque described.

"No, no... you did nothing wrong. I was just prioritizing something over you when I shouldn't have been. I-I'm sorry for that." Y/n decided to do something a little daring to make their apology more genuine. So, they leaned in real close and gave MK a small kiss on the cheek.

When they pulled away, they saw the gears turning in MK's eyes. It was as if he was trying to decipher the meaning of life and death as we knew it. But they snapped out of their daze and smiled a smile so real and sweet that it made Y/n feel a tiny bit nauseous at how cute he looked.

But the moment had to end with Pigsy calling MK's phone in that moment.

After a rushed conversation between the two, MK looked at Y/n and scratched their neck awkwardly. "Uh, I gotta go. But if you wanted to...do something sometime?"

"I'd love that. I'm free this Friday evening." Y/n said sweetly.

"Cool! Cool! I-we can just, uh, sort out the details later! I'd better go before Pigsy fires me or something."

"I think if it wasn't for the fact that you're so cute, he would've already done that." Y/n teased.

"Yeah, right?" A beat of silence. "Hey!!" MK shouted, making Y/n cackle like a drunken wizard.

MK left, but not before sneaking one little kiss on the cheek for Y/n.

===

Y/n driving over to Pigsy's noodles really should not have felt so intense, but it did.

Tonight, was their first date with MK. The two of them simply agreed on something basic for the first date, being a movie and video games at MK's apartment.

When they finally arrived, they asked Pigsy where MK's apartment was. He directed them upstairs, although he gave an intense glare to Y/n that said, 'Hurt my son and you will die a horrible death'. It was both intimidating but also kind of wholesome.

Y/n headed up to MK's door, knocking gently. Almost immediately, there was a loud bang inside the apartment. There was some rushing around from what it sounded like, along with MK shouting, "Hang on! Hang on!" over and over.

After a minute or two of both sounds being repeated, Y/n contemplated grabbing Pigsy. But before they got the chance, MK swung open the door so fast it almost smacked them in the face.

"Sorry! Sorry. I was just, uh, doing some last-minute cleaning?" MK said, rocking back and forth on their feet slightly.

"No worries. Sorry, didn't mean to cause you that much trouble." Y/n responded, scratching their neck.

"NO! No, it's just-I wanted to make this...good 'cause..." MK sighed. "I've honestly never been on a date before."

"WhAt!?" Y/n all but shrieked. "B-but you're so precious!! How could someone like you not be taken should be a question SCIENCETISTS should study!" They only just then seemed to register what they were actually saying.

"Sorry. That probably was a little too forward." Y/n apologized, covering their face with their hands.

MK laughed and grabbed Y/n's hands, pulling them away from their face. "No, that was nice to hear actually. But, uh, come on in!" MK then pulled Y/n inside his apartment.

Once the pair had settled in with some snacks and drinks, they sat down on MK's bed to play a video game. After a few rounds, MK kept losing to Y/n. So they decided to raise the stakes a bit. "Alright, Y/n. I got a bet for ya."

"What kind of bet?" Y/n cocked their head to the side curiously.

MK had to ignore the butterflies in his chest at how cute Y/n looked doing that. "Loser of the next round has to do whatever the winner wants."

Y/n laughed. "So, you're writing me a blank check, are you?"

"Wha-no! Not yet at least! You don't know you'll win yet!" MK said defensively.

Y/n laughed. "You're on."

===

After the next match, MK was deemed the winner. They jumped up off his bed, doing a big old dance as a way to celebrate their victory.

"Alright, Monkie Kid. You win. What do you want me to do?" Y/n said sweetly. Even though they were a bit bitter over not winning, MK was so cute that it was hard to stay mad.

MK snapped out of his trance and sat down next to Y/n on the bed once again. But Y/n noticed that they seemed timid when just a moment ago, he was dancing around like he was a king.

"Close your eyes?" MK squeaked out.

Y/n seemed surprised. That was all they wanted Y/n to do? Seemed like a strange request but at least it was easy and whatnot.

They did as they were told, of course. MK took a deep breath in, out, and in again before leaning in to kiss Y/n.

When Y/n felt MK kiss them, their eyes shot open. But, it felt so nice kissing MK. He felt so warm and soft. Y/n did an internal shrug and kissed back. They gripped the orange jacket MK had on as though it was the edge of a cliff. MK was rather surprised at how bold Y/n was, but they weren't complaining.

The kissing grew in tandem, Y/n ended up pushing MK down on the bed, pinning his hands above him to kiss him on the neck.

"W-woah! H-hey! That tickles, Y/n!" MK laughed.

Y/n laughed, pulling away from MK's neck and just laid on top of them. The two of them ended up falling asleep laying like that... until Pigsy came along the next morning to wake MK up. Needless to say, he just shut the door and tried to pretend he didn't see that.

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violetlunette · 2 months

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Runaway_Chapter 3_Sebek's Part

Summary: Silver has run away. Who's at fault?

<-Previous Chapter

Master List

Ao3

Notes: *I had to split this as Tumblr no long takes long posts, I guess. *Twst spoilers for Chapter/Book 7

Thrump! Thump...

Crack! Crack! fizz…

Tip, tap...tip…

Bzz..zzzz...bzzz...

tip, tip, THUMP!

Bzz...bzzz...

Fizz... crack! ...sizz…

TAP! Tip...tap, tap--

“ARUGH!”

Sebek growled as he gripped his head, nearly ripping out his hair.

“Could everything just shut up?!” he yelled. As the lounge was empty, there was no response. Sebek felt that, as he was alone, there should only be silence, but there wasn’t.

There was the crackle of the flames from the fireplace, the buzzing of the lights from the chandelier—who knew Diasomnia used electricity?—the wind making all kinds of noises against the window, his footsteps, and more.

Every little sound seemed to bother him as if each one was armed with a knife and was stabbing at him, trying to annoy him.

Of course, he knew that the noise wasn’t the problem.

The problem was a silver-haired human, or the lack thereof.

Sebek’s face scrunched in frustration, his skin turning bright red.

‘I can’t believe all this is happening! I can’t…’

After Lilia ran out, Baul took Sebek and Prince Malleus to be checked over by the STYX medical personnel. As this was going on, Baul went to find Lilia to offer what assistance he could.

Once they were given the okay, the dragon and half-fae inquired about Silver and Lilia. There was no news on Silver, which sent a bolt of fright through Sebek.

It wasn’t like Silver not to be here when Malleus needed him. Something had to have been wrong.

However, those thoughts were put on hold when they learned that Lilia had been taken to the Queen, who wanted to learn about everything that transpired.

Once Malleus heard this, he was furious and teleported away in a blast of green flame.

Naturally, Sebek panicked and went to find him but was held back by the STYX officers, who were still looking him over. The process took a while and only moved along when Ortho showed up and logically pointed out that the tests would go faster if he cooperated.

Eventually, Lilia found him and assured Sebek that Malleus was fine. The prince was discussing personal matters with his grandmother.

Sebek was relieved. Then he asked about Silver.

At the mention of his son, Lilia’s face twisted with emotion. His hands shook, though he tried to hide it.

“W—well...Sil—Silver is...” Every word shook, and Sebek could see that he was trying to get his emotions handled. This caused Sebek to push harder.

“What did that idiot do now?!” he had demanded. “Did he get himself hurt?” Or worse? Had something gone wrong during their adventure and--

Lilia managed to assure him that Silver was alright—alive, at least.

However--

“Silver’s...gone.” With that, Sebek’s whole world started to break.

Gone.

Silver was gone.

Silver left them.

He ran away.

He abandoned them--!!

“DAMMIT!!” Sebek grabbed and tossed a nearby table with such strength that it flipped and rolled before breaking against a wall with a CRASH. As the parts fell to the floor in clicks and clatters, the teen choked back a sob.

“Dammit…!”

What was Silver thinking?! How could he abandon Lord Malleus? Master Lilia? Him? After everything they’ve been through--

A few tears squeezed out of clenched eyes, and Sebek cursed again.

“Dammit, Silver! You…” He lifted an arm and roughly wiped away his tears, scolding himself for crying.

Once he calmed himself, it wasn’t hard for Sebek to piece together what happened:

While in Lilia’s dream, Sebek and the others were faced with the Knight of the Dawn, the leader of the Silver Owls, and the one that would kill Malleus’ mother. When they saw his face, he looked just like the Silver, aside from the hair.

After the knight helped them escape, Silver was overcome with grief and nearly fell into despair. He would have, had the humans not attacked and nearly killed Lilia.

The need to protect Lilia and the egg holding their prince trumped all else. And so, Silver managed to pull himself together just enough to continue onward.

They hadn’t gotten a chance to talk after that. Especially after they were separated, as Sebek chose to help his grandfather while Silver stayed with Lilia.

Thinking back, it’s clear that Silver had some sort of tie to the Knight of the Dawn. Aside from the hair, they were basically reflections of one another. Adding to that, the ring the knight possessed was just like the one Lilia had given Silver.

‘Silver must have realized it too,’ Sebek mused to himself. ‘And obviously, that fool blames himself for what the Knight of the Dawn did.’ That idiot.

It wasn’t like Sebek didn’t understand. After all, Sebek saw the pain the knight had put Malleus, Lilia, and his grandfather through.

However, there was no need for Silver to carry that blame.

He shouldn’t carry the fault of his ancestors. Master Lilia didn’t blame him. That was obvious from the fact that the old general raised him to be strong. Stronger than Sebek.

There was no need for him to run away like this and disappear. Silver--

Sebek kicked an item across the floor.

“Dammit Silver!” His body quivered with emotion until his knees nearly gave out from under him.

Why didn’t he talk to him? Why didn’t that idiot ever talk to anyone?!

Why did Silver always have to keep it in? Didn’t he know the trouble he caused by doing so?

“And that’s why he never spoke up,” a wicked voice whispered in his mind. “Because, in a childish attempt to make yourself feel better, you talked down to him, insulted him, and told him he wasn’t enough.”

‘No, I…’ He never meant to. Alright, so he was jealous of Silver.

Even though Silver was a mere human and dozed off every fifteen minutes, he usually surpassed Sebek.

In combat, Sebek could count on one hand how many times he had won against Silver.

Then, when Malleus taught them magic for the first time, Silver caught on right away, while Sebek struggled for years before he managed to cast a single spell.

And Sebek had no doubt that Silver would be performing better academically if it weren’t for the latter's sleep spells.

So, Sebek made comments to make himself feel better, so what? Silver should have known that he didn’t mean them, right? It wasn’t his fault if Silver misunderstood.

“Look at you. Even now, you’re talking down about him.”

‘I’m not!’ he defended himself. ‘I—Silver’s the one who overreacted and caused problems for everyone! I’m just stating the facts.’

“Oh, you want facts? Here’s some facts for you,” his inner demon mocked. “Silver is the child of Lilia and Malleus’ enemy, who slew Princess Malenore, leading Lilia to mourn her death and Malleus to grow up without a mother.”

‘So--’

“And since the day you met, you always told Silver that he owed Lord Malleus and Master Lilia for raising him, despite the fact he was human,” The voice continued, sending a chill through him. “Well, how could he ever repay them for that, hm? There’s no way, is there?” Sebek shook his head so harshly that it was a wonder he didn’t dislocate his neck.

Shadows were created from the peridot fires of the crackling hearth. These shades seemed to surround Sebek in a circle, their shapes taking on the familiar shape of another teen. Though the had no expressions, Sebek felt they were judging him, blaming him just like the monster in his head.

The boy’s body began to tremble, his throat dry. He swallowed before parting his lips.

When he spoke, his words came out harsh and biting.

“That’s not—”

“Isn’t it? You always blamed and pressured Silver for things that weren’t his fault. Why wouldn’t he think the same this time around?” the voice asked him. “That’s why he ran. Because he knew you would blame him. He knew you would blame him for the sins of his father. For Lilia and Malleus’ pain. He knew that the price the two paid was too high and that he could never pay them back them. That’s why Silver’s gone.”

“No, that’s not true!” Sebek found himself yelling, tears streaming down his face unbidden. He had fallen to his knees, his fingers trying to dig into the stone.

“He’s gone. And it’s your fault.” With a last whisper, the voice left, leaving Sebek in silence.

The boy’s entire being shook, racked with tears.

“It’s not true,” he whispered, trying to rid himself of the guilt that threatened to push him into the ground.

He never meant...He never...!!

SLAM!

He pounded a fist into the floor so hard that the stone cracked. He growled.

“DAMMIT! This isn’t how it ends! I REFUSE to let it!” he declared to the empty room. It couldn’t.

This couldn’t be how years of living as each other’s rivals, best friends, and even brothers ended. A misunderstanding couldn’t ruin all that!

Right?

Next->

A/N: Well, you all tune in for pain, so here’s the pain.

Sebek Notes:

*Just for the record, I know Sebek doesn’t hold any malice in his comments and I know that Silver knows that as well. (Though I argue that he’s internalized some.) I'm also very much aware that Sebek talks Silver up just as often as he puts the other down. Sebek’s just blaming himself because he’s hurting and right now there’s no one for him to talk to.

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Just What I Need - Part 2

Summary; Working in a coffee shop you meet all sorts of people, but one customer in particular is always friendly, a local Detective from the nearby precinct. When one night he orders through a delivery service rather than in store, you get more than a tip when you make the delivery.

Part 1

Fandom; Nomis (Night Hunter) Movie, Henry Cavill

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x Female Reader (no race or size specified)

Trope: Coffee Shop Meet Cute

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Flirting, unprotected sex, Vaginal Sex.

I do not operate a tag list but instead please pop over and follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, then you’ll get an alert every time i post a new story. My Masterlist got too long and tumblr ate it, so all my past stories can also be found on my AO3, link HERE

I don’t plan on expanding this story any further at this time.

Part 2

Walter pushed the bike through the door to his apartment, resting it against the back of the couch before looking up and realising you weren’t sat on the couch where he’d left you just a couple of minutes ago.

“The snow is really beautiful”

Turning to the sound of your voice he grinned as he pushed the door shut. You’d pulled the net curtain up and was kneeling on the other couch that sat in front of the window, your head tucked under the curtain to watch as the feathery flakes of snow fell on the outside world.

Walter’s attention however was trained on the way your ass was perfectly framed by his t-shirt where it has ridden up as you’d bent over. With your long woolen socks pulled up to your thighs he’d started to grow hard again in his soft sweats, and as if on a SWAT raid he quietly snuck across the room and got to his knees behind you.

The first touch of his lips against your pussy were a shock, but as his large hands gripped your hips you relaxed and arched your back, widening your stance as you knelt on the chair and presented yourself to him like a bitch in heat;

“W-Walter!”

“Hmmmn”

“Someone will see!”

He pulled away for a moment, rising to his feet before kneeling on the chair behind you;

“Its the middle of a blizzard. If anyone is even outside, they aren’t going to be looking up to the fourth floor”

With his body pressed to yours he rutted into you from behind, the obscene bulge in his sweats fitting perfectly in the crease of your ass. Pulling the curtain out of the way you let it drop down to the floor before turning your head, Walter catching your lips with his own for a fierce kiss, before he moved his attention to your neck to suck at the soft skin where it met your collarbone;

“Come to bed, let me keep you warm”

Clumsily getting to your feet, there were kisses and caresses as the pair of you bumped into furniture, neither leading but both eager to get to the soft confines of his massive bed. When you finally reached your destination Walter tumbled first, falling back onto the bed;

“C’mere and sit on my face” he quietly ordered, but you just grinned and slid to your knees, your fingers curling around the waistband of his sweats and tugging them down.

“No, its my turn, Detective”

At the use of his title his dick twitched and grew harder, and as you wrapped your nimble fingers around his hardness he let out a shaky breath of anticipation. Pushing himself up so he could watch, he damn near blew his load the second your warm mouth engulfed him, your tongue working on the thick vein that ran the length of the underside, your hands keeping busy by grasping his shaft and cupping his balls.

You didn’t hold back, hell with a dick this good it would be a crime not to. Once Walter realised you were really going for it he pulled some pillows behind his head so he could lay back and the show, a smile on his lips as he watched you force more of his length into your throat, and he couldn’t help but to lay a hand on the back of your head as he rained down praises;

“Holy fuck your mouth is fucking amazing… Yes, do that thing with your tongue again, oh OH Fuck yes, that… so fucking good… knew you’d been good that this when i watched you inhale that marshmallow cake pop you guys were doing for Halloween…”

At his last comment you had just pushed down as far as you could go when your immediate response was to laugh, as you remembered him walking in just as you were attempting to win a bet with your colleague that you could fit the whole thing of four large marshmallows decorated as pumpkins into your mouth at once, and had managed it just as Walter had walked into the coffee shop.

Pulling off of him you coughed and spluttered, a large hand coming down on your back to pat it before you were pulled up onto the bed and onto his chest;

“You’re fucking adorable, you know that?”

“You’re only saying that ‘cos i can deep throat you”

“True, but you do it adorably. Now come and sit on my face so i can hear some adorable squeals…”

He pulled the pillows away and you straddled his head, his massive hands immediately pressing to your ass and pulling you down onto his waiting mouth, his tongue eager to burrow between your lips. Leaning forwards you wrapped your hand around his dick and took him back into your mouth, the grunts from between your thighs telling you he hadn’t been expecting it but it wasn’t an unwelcome development.

It was now a race, who could get the other to cum first, and as good as Walter was at eating pussy, you were determined to get him to cum before you did. Taking him as deep as you could you swallowed around him, internally smiling to yourself as you heard whimpers from between your thighs as your throat constricted around him. As your hands worked on the rest of his shaft you were a woman on a mission, and when you finally felt that tell-tale tremble you pulled back just a little so he could release into your mouth without suffocating you. His shaft swelled and his hot salty seed flooded your mouth, swallowing around him as he filled it again before finally with a shudder finishing. Lifting your mouth and ass at the same time, you smiled at the string of quiet expletives coming from his lips, moving until you were laying beside him, your head on his chest and his arm naturally around your shoulders;

“You are a devil”

“Yes Detective” you grinned, your smile widening as he rolled you onto your back and kissed you, his hand pushing between your legs and he slid two thick fingers into your soaked hole.

“I just wanted to eat that pussy, and there you go distracting me with your amazing mouth”

You wanted to reply, but his thumb had found your clit and a third finger had slid in alongside the first two, Walter playing your body like a musician played well tuned instrument. His mouth found your breasts and he took one peaked nipple into his mouth, his beard brushing against the soft skin as his tongue worked over the hardened bud. He curled his fingers within you and found that delicious spongy spot, rubbing against it with the pad of his finger, his lips curled into a smile when he felt you getting closer and closer to your orgasm. Pressing kisses to your chest he worked up to your neck, his lips brushing against your ear;

“You gonna cum for me? Can feel you squeezing my fingers, feel so fucking good, gonna soak my hand? Such a pretty little pussy, taking three fingers so well…”

With a scream you came, your body shaking and he immediately kissed you to swallow your cries of pleasure, his hand stilling between your legs before he carefully and gently pulled his fingers out. Tracing a pattern up your stomach with your juices he finally brought them to his mouth and you watched as he licked each one clean as if it was frosting on a cupcake, before leaning forwards and kissing you again.

It was late and in the glow after your orgasm you could feel your eyelids dropping, and with a strong arm draped over your waist Walter pulled your back flush with his chest as the both of you soon fell asleep, the world outside being blanketed in a soft quilt of snow.

Walter lay in bed, one handedly scrolling through his phone, the other hand wrapped around your shoulders where you slept soundly curled up to his side. Apart from a trip to the bathroom around 6am, it was the longest he’d spent in bed for months, even years, and he wasn’t minding it one single bit.

At some point in the night you’d stripped yourself of his loaned t-shirt and your long socks, and when he’d returned from the bathroom he’d seen your ass peeking out from the duvet, and as much as he’d have loved to give it a squeeze, he settled for a few seconds of gratuitous staring before he climbed back into bed beside you sporting a semi.

You stirred beside him, a smile forming on your lips as he watched you stretch and feel your muscles protest after the nights activities. Setting his phone down on the nightstand he ran a fingertip down your cheek, before pressing a kiss to your lips as you woke;

“Mmmm good Morning Detective”

“How is my little muffin this morning?”

Stretching again you winced;

“Sore… but a good sore…” you finally opened your eyes and smiled at him, before your gaze went wide when you saw how light it was, sitting bolt upright in bed; “What time is it?”

Walter glanced at the clock on his phone;

“Almost Nine”

You lept out of bed;

“FUCK… i’m late…”

In a panic you ran around the room trying to find your clothing, pulling your skirt and socks on, before finding your bra hanging from a set of drawers. Pulling at the duvet you scanned the floor;

“Walter, where are my panties?”

“Muffin…. Stop…”

“WALTER, i’m going to be LATE!”

“Sweetie…”

“ARUGH! I cannot go commando all day in a skirt!”

“Oh i don’t know, i like the sound of that…”

You turned and glared at him, but before you could say anything he was out of bed and standing in front of you, his hands resting on your arms;

“Check your phone… the blizzard has shut down half of downtown, the coffee shop’s facebook page said they were closed today around 7am this morning”

You visibly relaxed in his arms, nodding before you quickly ran to the other room and pulled your phone from your coat pocket, smiling when you saw a message from your boss that the shop would be closed due to the snow.

A large pair of arms wrapped around your waist, and you leaned back into Walters embrace;

“You have any idea how horny it makes me knowing you aren’t wearing panties under that skirt?”

Pushing your ass back against him you could feel he’d put sweatpants on, but his meaty dick was growing impressively hard against you;

“I think i can feel how horny you are”

He spun you and lifted you into his arms, walking you back until he could rest your ass on the counter. His lips were on yours as he one handedly pulled his sweats down and you felt the meaty slap of his erection against your inner thigh. Widening your stance you wrapped your hand around him as you pulled him to your core, gasping as his hot flesh speared you. You gasped into his mouth, sharing breaths as he filled you, his forehead pressed to yours. With the tiniest thrusts of his hips he skillfully brought you to orgasm, fucking you straight through it as he angled his hips to drive you crazy again.

Your gaze fell to his naked chest and stomach, watching as his muscles moved as if they were fluid, waves of power rolling as he used the power stored in them to push deep inside you. Snaking a hand between your bodies he rubbed quickly at your clit, his breaths growing short as his thrusts became erratic, pushing you to meet your peaks together so he could relish the feel of your walls gripping him so tight as they milked him of his seed.

With one final thrust you were cuming hard, Walter throwing his head back as he came inside you as you felt him swell and release another load in your waiting womb.

You’d showered alongside Walter after your kitchen escapades, hand and lips exploring each others bodies, but it didn’t go any further than fondling, both of your bodies and minds an equal mix of sore and sated.

Eventually you’d managed to find all your clothing with the exception of your panties, but you had eventually given up on that idea and just accepted you’d have to head home commando much to Walter’s amusement;

“Not to worry, the seats in my truck are heated” he said with a grin as he poured you a cup of coffee and set it onto the counter; “I have to go check on my Daughter later, but can drop you off on the way if you like?”

“Thanks” you smiled before pausing; “You have a daughter?”

Walter let out a quiet laugh;

“Yeah; Faye... sixteen years old and full of attitude. She’s amazing. Lives with her Mother - my ex and the new husband”

“Nice… its nice you’re still on good terms”

“Yeah. So what about you?”

“Me? Oh, no kids. Not really any ex’s to talk of… there hasn’t been anyone important since i moved here eighteen months ago”

“Important… so how would one become important?” he smiled and inched closer to you

“Dinner would always be a start.... And something that isn’t delivered by me is even better…”

“Out or homecooked?”

“You cook?” you laughed as he feighed shock

“Yes, i just don’t always have time to go shopping for groceries…” he wrapped his arms around your waist; “So can i get your number so we can arrange dinner?”

“You sure can”

Two Weeks Later

Cleaning the milk steamer you glared at it as it hissed out hot water, not helping your mood. In fact the mood had been steadily growing over the last ten days.

Walter had shovelled the snow from around his truck and loaded your bike into the back, before carefully driving you home after your night at his place. A heated kiss on your doorstep had only ended when your roommate had opened the door to take the trash out and had interrupted the two of you. You’d swapped numbers and he’d said goodbye, and that afternoon you’d gotten a facebook friend request from him. Three days and nights of messages and chatting had ended with a short ‘new case, speak soon x’ from Walter.

And then nothing. You’d tried not to be offended, you’d spent more hours than you’d like to admit trawling through his sparse facebook profile, seeing that all 26 of his friends were either colleagues or family; and you’d seen his daughter Faye’s picture too. She had his dark curly hair and bright eyes.

Trying not to read too much into it, he was a Detective after all and it could be all manner of things, but what if he was hurt? Or worse? Or… he was just ignoring you? But why would he have added you on social media? You’d spent far too many hours overthinking the whole thing, far too many nights losing sleep.

The sight of a customer standing at the counter drew your attention away from the milk steamer, instead wiping your hands on the cloth that hung from your apron before greeting them with a smile;

“Hey, what can i get for you today?”

“Could i get a non-fat soy latte, with two pumps of hazelnut sugar free syrup?”

“Sure thing, anything else?” you asked as you scribbled her order on the side of the paper cup

“That’s it, thanks”

The young girl went back to looking at her phone as you rang up her order, swiping it over the Apple Pay reader before walking to the end of the counter to the pick up station, still absorbed in her phone.

You were on auto pilot, working through the drink before setting it on the counter;

“Order for Faye”

She looked at you, a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth and you realised what you’d said;

“Shit”

“Yeah… i never gave you my name”

“Fuck”

“Dad says that… a lot”

You were thankful the coffee shop wasn’t busy and there were no other customers waiting to be served as you stumbled on your words;

“I’m so sorry… i’m… friends, with your Dad”

“Yeah i know”

“We… kinda went on a date…”

“Yeah… I know”

“And he added me on facebook… and then hasn’t called. I’m sorry, i just recognised you from your photos of the two of you he has…”

“I. Know.” she said with a grin; “Firstly, you liked one of the photos i was tagged in, so i got the notification. Secondly, i follow you on instagram”

“You do?” you said, shocked.

“Yeah. This shop is on my way to school, i saw the chalk art you did on the windows a few months back and followed you ever since”

“Oh”

“And Dad kept talking about this one coffee shop girl that he liked, and i’m glad he finally asked you out”

Your mood suddenly deflated;

“Yeah, well we had… coffee… and then urh… well he ghosted me”

“No, he’s on a case… he’s undercover”

“Oh!”

Faye leaned forwards on the counter;

“He really likes you. He told me. And the case, whatever that is, i only know because he was meant to be taking me to visit a college last weekend and he had one of his work colleagues get a message to my Mom… he isn’t ghosting you”

You let out a deep breath, the tension slipping away from your body and mind;

“Thanks Faye”

She took her drink a smiled, pushing her ear-bud back in as she started towards the door before calling your name;

“It was good to finally meet you”

Nodding you smiled; “You too Faye… take care”

That night you were settled into your comfiest pyjamas, enjoying the fact you had the apartment couch and TV all to yourself, your roommates catching up on work in their rooms or simply sleeping, so you were surprised when there was a knock at the door. Setting the bowl of popcorn down you called out to ask if anyone had ordered takeout, but with negative answers you frowned before checking the peephole… and letting out a gasp before flinging the door open;

“Walter!”

Standing in the hallway was your favourite detective; SWAT vest still on, the metallic tang of gunshot residue hanging in the air from his sweater and hair. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously;

“Hey Muffin…”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your lips to his, the kiss deepening before he finally pulled back just enough to speak;

“Wow… now that’s a warm welcome…” the smile on his face growing; “Seeing as i kinda left you on read without any explanation…”

“Yeah, well Faye came by the coffee shop today and explained…”

“How do you know…?”

“I recognised her from your photos on facebook, and she follows me on instagram, and…” you walked fingers up his chest; “And she told me she had encouraged you to ask me out”

He threw his head back and laughed;

“Kids, they aren’t great at keeping secrets”

Before you could say anything else, one of your roommates called out;

“Hey either take the delivery or refuse it, you’re letting all the heat out of the apartment!” followed by the slam of their bedroom door. Walter turned his attention back to you;

“Well, are you going to accept the delivery or refuse it?”

Taking his hand you pulled him into the apartment;

“I’ll accept it… but don’t expect a tip, the order updates were awful”

“Oh don’t you worry about a tip, i’ll make sure you leave a five star review after what i deliver tonight”

With a slam of the door it was the start of a very sleepless night… for you AND your roommates, but for wildly different reasons.

#Walter Marshall #Walter Marshall x you #Walter Marshall x reader #walter Marshall smut #henry cavill

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Omg this deebo serge video soooo long lol i need to write down my thoughts while it plays just so i don't forget plus deebos talking about blahblah rn now wait hold on he just put eazy e under.. bruh . well anyways so WHOAWTF!?!?? 24:48MINTUTES ????? I CANT WATCH ALLAT?? IM HALFWAY THRU MY PUDDING!!! well man wtf whatever man ANYWAYS imma just burp stuff here rq

Deebo entering five seconds in and admitting how he just wanted to look cool while on the show lol... he is so cute <3 'im on this wretched horrid little show TWO times and i did THIS wooow' and serge trying to embarrass him about it smh serge came to KILL

Deebo mentioning the spurs 🥰🥰🥰 love how deebo cherishes certain memories so much that he makes it a mission in his life to tell EVERYONE about them while reminiscing on all the details like it was just yesterday 😊😊 he may not remember how math works sometimes but he can CERTAINLY remind you of how kyle pouted in the middle of the court with the ball clenched in his angry lil arms !!!

But anyways more about the spurs because I am but a poor... delusional little spurs fan (who has NO idea whAT is going on with the wizards anymore... John wall brad divorce.. done for?? Ex reunion??? HATES*X?!??!? IDK!!!) .. i was KIINDA hoping the spur who showed deebo the Nigerian restaurant was KELDON and THAT was the start of their dad son bond... but no. It makes sense tho and it's rlly cute how much deebo hyped it up! We love a culturally conscious king ! Plus im sure if keldon took deebo to go to a restaurant, it'd probably be like... Texas roadhouse lmao let's be honest

Serge mentioning kyle OF course. Then later using him as trade leverage and demar IMMEDIATELY taking the bait 😭😭 they are HUSBANDS your honor. Demar 'kyle can't lice without me' darnell 'I WOULD TAKE A TEN PERCENT FIFTEEN PERCENT PAY CUT FOR KYLE!!!!!' Derozan. Deebo going back to the raptors no questions asked if kyle was there... him being the only factor there for him.. like YEAH of COURSE he love Fred n pascal! THEY HIS KIDS!! HIS LIL BROS!! But they all grown up now !!! It's THEY team now! And Yeah no matter what deebo n kyle will always be part of the culture, but you gotta admit change when it comes to you! Deebo was so young with his first team.. going back to the past is difficult when the goal in life is striving toward the future. Too shiny shoes to fill when the feet too big!!! Deebo's mentality is so !!! Yeah!

'Kyle is selfish they'd be no money if he there' LMFAO??? The way kyle is so demanding and deebo LOVES it. Laughing while he and serge call kyle stingy. And it makes sense too lol all them 'he's payin for dinner' hashtags. Kyle is here to get that BAG!!! and that's ok!!! Cus as long as deebo gets to be by his side, kyle can take all the money he WANTS! sugarbaby kyle..sugardaddy deeb-ANYWAYS serge being like 'why you do this to my people :(( why you turn them down!!' Then remembering, as a tumblrina connoisseur, that kyle exists and demar is gay so he goes "😏😏😏what is / Kyle / was on the clippers...?" All sly grinch face. Deebo answering SO fast with "I'D BE THERE. 10 15 percent pay cut, I'D BE THERE." arUgh.. the ROMANTICISM???? No matter what.. demar will Be There for kyle. All to sit on a porch together rocking in their creaky lil wooden chairs drinking lemonade while laughin in the sunset... they'd Be There. wAgh!! The KNIGHTISM of it all!!!

Serge asking demar for one annoying thing about himself then getting mad when deebo tells him LMAO???? Trying to defend himself???? 'I am PRO! I am pro for YOU!!!!' he just wanna impress yall smh deebo 😭 and deebo not even tryna sugarcoat it.. just straight up 'you sooooo slow when gettin ready serge' probably because he had to hear kyle complain about it so much back then. Floor general vs unmoveable object serge. I'm glad serge is on the bucks now because giannis rlly appreciates the tiny details about serge that serge manically wants people to notice. He belongs in the bucks clearly😭.. idk HOW many 'wakanda' jokes he had to take from pg.... but yeah giannis said in an interview like 'SERGE ALWAYS A L W A Y S IN THE GYM!! SO LONG! AT NIGHT TOO! AND MORNING!! THAT IS S O COOL :-D!!!' so I'm glad serge has someone that appreciates his snailspace !

I haven't even GOTTEN to the... infamous kyle phone call OR serge apparently exposing deebo for his music so.. let's watch

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alieinthemorning · 3 years

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How ya doing? Hopefully I'm putting in an ask and doing this right! Hawks x female reader, where the female reader turns into a bunny! <3

Bun Bun Lovin’ [Takami Keigo | Hawks]

Content: Misfired Quirk (You receiving), Biting (Criminal receiving) Suggestive Dialogue, Pet Names (Bird-Based)

Pronouns: She/Her

Header: @/kadeart

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

The two of you were fighting some villain with a weird ass rabbit fetish.

And—

You got hit with their quirk.

Which turned you into a fucking rabbit.

And not like a sexy rabbit like Miruko

No.

You were an adorable, floppy eared rabbit.

Who was currently biting the shit out of the low ranked criminal.

“Get her off! Get her off!” The villain tried to pry you off himself, but damn were you latched on tight.

“Nah, I think you’ve got it covered.” Hawks shrugged.

“Aren’t you the hero? Shouldn’t you— Arugh!” The villain’s face crumpled into itself as he reached down to—

You bit his balls.

You took a villain down by biting their balls.

He was never gonna let you live that down.

After dusting your paws off, you hopped over to him.

He stooped down, “How you feelin’, Bun Bun?”

You thumped your hind legs.

“I’ll take that as a ‘cut the shit’.” He lifted you up, hiding you in one of his inner jacket pockets.

From there, he was able to dodge the paparazzi and get you back home safely.

You were still pissy though.

Thumping around the penthouse, giving him the stink eye every so often.

He thought maybe you were hungry, but you denied everything, even your favorite food.

Maybe he should have given you that first before trying the carrots…

He tried to let you cool off on your own for a bit, but you just followed him around.

Eventually, he decided to pop a squat on the couch and catch up on some paperwork with you curled in his lap.

At some point, though, he conked out.

Paperwork always seemed to do that to him…

He went to set you aside, so he could stretch out fully, but instead of finding a fluff ball.

He found hair,

And fluff…?

You lifted up off the couch with a yawn. “Yeah, yeah yeah. I’m still part bun.” You answered his question that was on the tip of his tongue. “Guess I’ll just have to sleep the rest of it off— what time is it?”

Hawks swore he was listening to you, but—

He was also too busy staring at your ass— well your cute fluffy tail, but mostly your ass.

“I know that my ass is fine and divine, but I really would like to know the time, Birdy.”

He snapped out of his ass-filled stupor and answered you.

“Okay, not enough time to cook, but too early to go back to sleep.” Your tail flickered. “Alright, you get the chicken, and I’ll look over your one paragraph of paperwork.”

“Hey! I did at least two!” He retorted, finally standing and popping his tired bones. “You want the regular, or are you wanting something more?”

“There’s always dessert, isn't there?”

He was on you in a second, “Can’t we just skip?”

“I’m starving and so are you.” You gently nudged him off, “but no really, get actual dessert because after dessert I’m gonna be hungry again.”

“Which is why we should just skip to dessert and then eat.” He whined.

“Leghorn, I’m gonna cry if I don’t eat right now, I swear.” You sniffled for added effect.

He groaned but relented. “Fineee… but dessert is gonna be the real main course.”

“Of course, Chicky.”

First, sorry this took so long! Second, I’m doing a bit better, so kinda struggling but this helped pulled me out of it some! Third, listen — this is literally just goofie with a side of horny. You know why this happened you did this. Anyhow! Thank you for requesting!

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between-two-fandoms · 4 years

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An angst+hurt/comfort fic where Douxie remembers a bad experience that happened in Camelot, and Claire talks him through it? (Like, Maybe about how Douxie got the scar on his hand?

This definetly got way out of hand, lmao! I hope you like it. :) Cross posted onto ao3 and can be found with the link. If you’ve sent me an ask I promise I’m getting to it. My box exploded with notifs today so I’m playing catch up.

Enjoy!

Their training session had been going well, Douxie was impressed by how quickly Claire was able to pick up on new spells and magical abilities. Today Douxie had decided to take a leaf out of Merlin’s book so they were training in the forest instead of Trollmarket. One of his mentor’s earliest lessons was that you’d have no control over where the battle took place, so be prepared for any possible outcome of a battle ground. Douxie laughed as he countered Claire’s shadow magic with his own, his shield of magic blocking her attacks. The deflected magic took down some of the nearby trees, causing them to crash onto the floor. “Arugh!” The young witch-in-training groaned as she continued to fail to get a single hit in. “How are you so good?!” She yelled, firing a blast of magic with every word. Douxie leapt out of the way of each attack while began chanting for another spell. One of Claire’s bursts of magic barely skimmed the top of his head, destroying the tree Douxie was hiding behind. He winced in sympathy for the tree then flipped over the stump shouting,

“Years of training fair Claire! Telo lumen!” His offensive spell worked like a charm, bolts of lightening erupted from his right hand, scaring Claire into portaling a little further away. Douxie began chanting another spell, something that would trap Claire into a bubble of magic. She beat him to it though, eyes flashing purple and black she threw a wave of shadows in his direction too fast for Douxie to deflect. Douxie was thrown across the woods and landed on the ground, rolling until his back hit a rather large stone. Douxie coughed as he regained his balance.

“Teach!” Claire shouted, concern laced in her voice. She portaled next to him. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” She asked, helping him stand back up. Douxie nodded as he blinked his eyes back into focus. His balance still seemed to be off, so he relied on her for support.

“Of course Claire. It’ll take more than a spunky little witch to take me down!” He exclaimed, striking a victorious pose on the rock. Claire didn’t look convinced,

“I’m not too sure what I even did. I was just so angry and annoyed that I couldn’t get a hit on you and it just sort of… happened.” Douxie nodded, sliding back down to sit an recuperate his strength.

“Magic is emotion Claire, once you learn how to channel the energy you’ll become a formidable opponent.” Claire nodded then sat on the grass next to him. The two sat in silence, then she frowned,

“How’d you get that?” She asked Douxie, pointing at his wrist. Looking down Douxie saw what she was looking at. His original arcane must’ve fallen off his wrist during their sparring session, exposing his scar. Douxie winced then pulled his sleeve down covering the ugliness of the mark.

“Training mishap,” he said unconvincingly. At Claire’s look of disbelief he insisted, “it happened over a century ago Claire, I’m fine.” Douxie stood up, still a little wobbly from Claire’s shadow magic.

“Maybe you should stay the night at Jim’s. You know, just in case I accidentally did something… Morgana-like,” Claire said as they made their way back into town. Shaking his head Douxie protested,

“Claire it was just a little bit of shadow magic. Nothing I haven’t seen before, a good night’s rest and I’ll be right as rain.” As he spoke he felt a wave of weak energy rush through him and he stumbled forward a few steps. Claire made a sort of tsking sound then she said,

“If you don’t want to stay with Jim then you’re staying with me. No arguing, no ‘but I’m a mysterious master wizard with diabolical plans.’ Got it Douxie?” She asked. Knowing a lost battle when he saw one Douxie caved. Nodding he begrudgingly agreed,

“Alright fine, but I’m telling you, there’s nothing wrong with me.” Douxie shivered as a cold breeze blew through the street. He pulled his sweatshirt around him a little bit tighter as he followed Claire up the steps to her house. As helpful as always, Claire showed him the way to the guest room and dragged in a few extra blankets.

“It gets a little chilly in here,” she explained as she threw the heavy quilts over the bed. Douxie sunk into the mattress, suddenly exhausted from the long day of training. He caught himself absentmindely tracing the pattern of the scar wrapped around his hand. Claire nodded at the actions, “are you sure you’ll be alright?” She asked, obviously hesitant to leave him by himself. Douxie nodded and gave her a cheeky smile,

“I’ll be fine Claire. Thanks for letting me stay the night.” The shadow witch nodded,

“What sort of friend would I be if I left you on your own? Goodnight Douxie,” she said flipping the lights off. Douxie nodded in the darkness as he whispered,

“Goodnight Claire.” As soon as his head hit the pillow his mind warped into a land of nightmares…

Douxie was around five centuries old at this point, still training with Merlin. They were training in the field today, Merlin wanted to give Douxie some real-life experience. “Now Douxie,” Merlin began, “you must understand… you just aren’t ready for larger spells yet. Keep practicing what you know. Once you’ve mastered your current level I shall teach you -” he cut himself off and summoned a miniature dragon made out of green flames. Douxie stared at the beast in awe as it patted it’s feet and curled up in a circle, resting in the palm of Merlin’s hand. “Spells and magic beyond what you believe is real.” Douxie accidentally ran into Merlin’s outstretched arm and his mentor dragged him behind a rather large rock.

“Master, what is it?” Douxie asked, trying to peer over the stone. Merlin shoved his head down, forcing him to hide.

“Trolls, gumm gumms. We must’ve traveled further into the forest than I had originally planned,” Merlin said as a familiar expression grew on his face. Douxie recognised it as Merlin’s planning-face.

“How many are there?” Douxie asked eagerly, he knew the dangers of the gumm gumms, but he was itching for a fight. “We can take them!” Merlin shoved his overeager head back behind the rock.

“Stay here Hisirdoux,” Merlin ordered. Douxie groaned inwardly, benched during a fight… again. It wasn’t exactly doing wonders for his self-esteem. Nevertheless, he listened to his mentor and stayed out of sight. After a few minutes of failed negotiation Douxie heard the telltale sounds of combat raging, with Merlin at the center of it.

“Master Merlin!” He called out, jumping up from his hiding place in time to see his mentor blasted into a rather thick tree trunk. Merlin slid onto the ground, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The three gumm gumms turned and faced Douxie, fists balled and ready to throw. Douxie sprinted across the clearing and slid in front of his mentor, summoning a protective barrier of magic around them. “Merlin what do I do?” He asked, struggling to keep his shield up. In response Merlin’s head just leaned to the right, falling the rest of the way to the ground. “Right Hisirdoux, you’re on your own.” The gumm gumms multiplied while he was distracted, now reaching numbers of six or seven instead of three. “Damn it all!” Douxie exclaimed. He took his shield down and fired a massive wave of magic at the gumm gumms. Enemy distracted, Douxie dragged his mentor behind the tree trunk and returned to his defensive post.

“Run Hisirdoux,” Merlin’s voice mumbled from behind the tree. Douxie shook his head as he summoned another offensive blast of magic, taking out two of their enemies.

“You wouldn’t leave me!” He shouted, catching some of the other gumm gumms in freeze traps. He had no choice but to return to the defensive side of things. With his shield up Douxie tried to get Merlin to wake but the bastard of an old man kept muttering something about two spells at once, and a warning. Douxie’s eyes widened in realization - he could perform two spells at once. He’d been practicing his portals, and with the help of his arcane wrist band he could perform a few blasts while doing so.

Decision made he charged up his magic he kicked Merlin into the portal first. Douxie could feel the strain the double spell performance was having on his body, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to make sure he and Merlin got back to Camelot safely. Shouting an incantation Douxie launched bolts of lightning at the gumm gumms. As he used more of his magic the young wizard-in-training felt his magic grow weaker. Soon after the gumm gumms were all destroyed he felt a hand wrap around his ankles and pull him through the portal just as his world turned to black.

Waking up in a cold sweat Douxie grabbed at his scarred hand, the nightmare still haunted him even though he was awake. “Doux?” A soft voice asked, knocking on the door. He shivered and pulled the quilts tighter around him, suddenly grateful for the extra warmth. “Oh Douxie, it’s alright,” Claire said as she sunk into the chair next to the bed. She ran a hand through his hair trying to calm him down. “You’re okay Douxie,” Claire promised as he gripped her hand tighter with his scarred one. Douxie took a shaky breath then apologized,

“I uh, sorry about this.” He knew Claire had a lot on her plate already. She shouldn’t have to worry about a master wizard who suffered from ptsd and panic attacks. Claire didn’t stop the calming circles she was tracing on his back.

“You don’t need to apologize for having nightmares Douxie. After Jim went into the Darklands he had night terrors almost every time he closed his eyes. Do you want to talk about it?” Claire asked hesitantly. Douxie frowned,

“It was years ago. Shouldn’t bother me as much anymore.” The two fell into a comfortable silence then Douxie found himself tracing his scar again. “Merlin and I were training in the woods outside of Camelot. He wanted to give me some real-world experience or something I guess. We traveled too far and ended up in gumm gumm territory. Merlin got knocked out and well… I had to defend us both.” Claire hummed, then nodded to encourage him to continue. Douxie sighed, “we were overpowered but I couldn’t let Merlin down. I uh… it was the first time I casted two spells at once. You need years upon years of training to cast multiple spells but what other choice did I have? In the middle of the fight I used my magic to summon a portal back to the castle and used it to fight off the remaining gumm gumms.” Douxie shrugged, “I guess I passed out because I ended up waking up to having a new scar on my hand and one of Merlin’s infamous lectures of me being a foolish apprentice.

“You’re safe now though. No gumm gumms, no Morgana, no Arcane Order. The guardians of Arcadia will call us if they need any help tonight. You just rest,” Claire urged him as he settled back into the bed. Douxie gave her a small smile,

“Since when did you get so wise?” Claire chuckled,

“Since I had an amazing teacher. Sleep, Douxie. We’ll be here when you wake up in the morning. Douxie nodded and this time when he closed his eyes, he knew Claire would be there to keep the nightmares at bay.

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aquidragon · 4 years

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A Ghost’s Colors [Spies Are Forever] Chapter One

!Soulmate AU!

For Curt's whole life, he saw in color. He thought for sure that Owen was his soulmate, until he died back in the Russian warehouse after slipping on a banana peel. However, his world remained colorful until he shot his former partner in the head. However, it seems that Owen isn't quite ready to move on this time either... [Chapter One (here)] [Next Chapter] https://archiveofourown.org/works/21841519/chapters/52125523

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The sound of gunshots and screaming filled the stuffy factory air. Two handsome young men rushed around the large warehouse, with great haste. “Behind you!” One of them shouted, before shooting a shaggy-looking man from behind. “Thank you Owen, for having my back!” An American man shouted back to his partner, who nodded, bringing his hair up to slick back his hair. “No problem love, sometimes you need a bit of help eh?” Owen replied with a suave smile, shooting another henchman in the foot. “Ah shut it, I was too focused on watching your ass.” The other man responded, setting down a briefcase on a nearby desk. “Curt you perv.” Owen snorted, rolling his eyes. Curt snickered, opening up the black object, pulling out a bomb. “Curt you can’t be serious, another explosion?” The British spy asked, his chest mimicking his rapid breathing. “We don’t have to do this every time love.” The taller spy’s tone was laced with playful teasing. “Of course we do.” The American responded, hooking up some wires. “It’s tradition.” He muttered as he fumbled over the colored cords, thankful he could at least see them. “You old bastard.” Owen teased, walking over, after making sure all the henchmen were dead. “You’ve been too much of a fan of tradition.” He leaned on the desk, watching his partner try to put together the bomb. “Ah shut up I’m only twenty eight.”

Owen snickered, watching Curt struggle. “You can’t even put a simple bomb together huh? Let me have at it.” The British man made the American move over, before almost instantly connecting two wires, making a timer show up on a small screen. Curt scoffed rolling his eyes as Owen looked at him smugly. “Just set the timer.” He said curtly, pouting a bit, gaining a laugh from his partner. “Alrighty-o!” The taller man grinned as he started going over the glowing buttons. “Owen hurry up old boy, we have to beat our last record.” Curt painted, quirking an eyebrow as he fastened his gun back into it’s holster. The tall British man laughed, shaking his head. “You sure do love your games, don’t you Curt?” He winked, pressing a few more buttons on the bomb in front of them. The walls were grimy and rusted over. Owen’s slicked back hair was losing stands, and became messier as he fussed over the glowing buttons. “What are you doing?” Curt asked, walking back to stand behind his partner, trying to see over his shoulder.

“Giving us enough time.” Owen muttered back, licking his lower lip as he cautiously glanced up at the blinking red timer. “Arugh we can get out of here in six minutes, our last record was ten.” Curt responded with a playful nudge to Owen’s shoulder, making the taller male sigh. “I just want to be safe, love.” Curt rolled his eyes, and rested his shoulders back. He watched as his partner’s face contort with deep thought, and how his dark brown eyes clouded as he did so.

In that moment, Curt felt his heart swell up with a type of joy that made his blood turn warm. He smiled, grateful that he could see the subtle brown of Owen’s eyes. “You’re my soulmate.” He said suddenly, making Owen pause. That clouded look in his eyes dissipated, and he looked at his American partner with the corner of his vision. “What?” He turned around, his eyes wide and eyebrows almost touching his hairline.

“You heard me.” Curt responded, crossing his arms. “Curt, you can’t be serious.” Owen retorted, doubt dripping from his crisp accent. “There’s no sure-fire way to determine your soulmate, without them dying.” He pressed the green button on the bomb, his eyes becoming distant. “Although, I can’t help but dream, aye?” The British man clicked his tongue, his eyes meeting Curt’s. “Owen you know we are-” Owen silenced him, his fingers brushing against his lips. “We can discuss this on the jet love, for now, we have to beat our record.” He smirked, making Curt copy his expression. “Let’s go.” They ran together, gun in hand, quipping at each other as the exit came into view. They both collapsed onto the dry grass and rolled down the hill as the factory blew. Black smoke filled the night air, orange and red illuminated the lemon-colored field.

Curt looked to his side, where Owen watched the destruction with his mocha-colored eyes. The light flickered in his irises, dust marked his skin, his mouth agape as he paused to catch his breath. “Owen Carvour, you impress me every time.” Curt was the first to speak, breathless. Owen laughed, which almost sounded like a snicker. “I beat you by two milliseconds.” He responded smugly, sitting up and punching Curt’s shoulder. “Did not!” The shorter man shouted, laughing as he followed suite. Curt offered his arm, as soon as he stood, to Owen. They smiled at each other, as Owen took his arm and rose to his feet.

Owen exhaled softly, his breath tickling the hairs on Curt’s neck. “You would become the better spy.” He teased with a wink as they pulled apart. They laughed, their hands refusing to let go. “MEGA!” A voice shouted from the earpiece in the American spy’s ear. “Arugh shit!” He shouted, scrambling into a more confident stature. “Yes Cynthia?” Curt asked, rather smugly. “Please tell me you didn’t fuck it up.” The stern female voice grumbled, Owen watched Curt’s shoulders slump, with the greatest amusement.

“Have more faith in me, of course we didn’t.” Curt responded, crossing his arms as he spoke. Owen picked up a few pieces of rubble nearby, still smiling. “Good. The jet will be waiting for you at the airport.” Cynthia respond coldly. “Alright Cynthia, see you back in the states.” Curt took out the earpiece, and watched as Owen observed a large shard of glass. “Cynthia giving you a hard time love?” THe British sky asked, smiling with a quirked eyebrow. “As if.” Curt scoffed, catching up to Owen.

Together, they walked to the airport, the air tense and heavy. “So, soulmate.” Owen said suddenly, wiping his hands on his suit pants. “You were kidding correct?” He asked, his voice breaking slightly. The American spy shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Owen I wouldn’t lie to you.” Curt sighed heavily, watching as Owen tried his hardest to avoid eye contact. “I believe we are indeed, soulmates.” For another moment, they walked in silence.

“If we are, how will it work Curt?” Owen asked stiffly, giving his partner the side-eye. “We both know that it can’t work, you and I. In the long run.” Bitterness dripped from his voice, and a hint of pain strained it. “What’s wrong with what we have now?” He asked as a car rattled past. “The little time we have between and during missions?” Curt responded, challenging Owen. “We can figure it out.” He offered, holding his hands out. The British spy eyed Curt’s dirty hands with his dark eyes, regret and pain brimming in them. “Curt, it would end badly. You know this.” His voice broke down, like he was holding something back. Curt sighed, the cold of the night making his breath visible.

“I know.” The American finally responded, after a few heartbeats. “At least, we have our time together.” He muttered sadly. Owen leaned over, pressing his warm lips to Curt’s cheek. “Sometimes, we need to know our limits Curt.” He cupped his partner’s cheek, before continuing their walk to the nearby private airstrip. A small white plane waited for their arrival, sitting innocently on the concrete road.

“We saved the world again huh?” Curt was breathless, as he grabbed Owen’s hand with his own. “Hah, you’re a sucker for tropes aren’t you love?” The taller man responded with a small laugh. “You amuse me Curt Mega.” He squeezed Curt’s hand back. Just for a second, and let go before any invisible eyes could notice. “I guess this is goodbye, for now.” Curt whispered after a second, earning a sad sigh from the man beside him. “I guess so.”

They faced each other, Owen’s eyes were wide and clouded with a look that Curt had become familiar with in the past few years. It was a cloud that was full of affection, of love, and of care. It was an expression that made Curt’s heart pang with the same emotions. “Until next time?” Curt offered, with a small smile. Owen snorted, parroting his expression. “Curt, you limey cheese ball.” He patted the other man’s arm, grabbing onto it for a split second. A few words were exchanged in that gesture, unspoken, and unheard. A few words that could destroy their lives and career.

A few words that would normally be exchanged between lovers.

“I love you” Owen would give anything, everything, to be able to say those words to Curt. Always, their words of affection had to be nothing above whispers. Soft verbalizations of their forbidden romance mustn’t be heard by anyone else. Or they would likely lose what they worked for. All of it. It pained them both, every single mission they ended together. For they always feared it to be their last.

Curt frowned, he sighed through his nose as he gripped onto the railing of the stairs. “I guess this really is goodbye, for now.” He waved down at his partner, who returned the action. “Until the next mission.” He bid his farewell, stepping into the jet. Little did they know, but that next mission would lead to tragedy.

#spies are forever #soulmate au #au #alternate ending #fanfic #cowen #owen carvour #curt mega #angst #ghost #paranormal #period-typical homophobia #revenge #brainwashing #blackmail #chapter one

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rayriverwriting · 4 years

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A Ghost’s Colors

| Slight Mentions of Soulmate AU! For Curt's whole life, he saw in color. He thought for sure that Owen was his soulmate, until he died back in the Russian warehouse after slipping on a banana peel. However, his world remained colorful until he shot his former partner in the head. However, it seems that Owen isn't quite ready to move on this time either... | [Chapter One][Next Chapter] (WIP)

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“Curt you can’t be serious, another explosion?” The British spy asked, his chest mimicking his rapid breathing. “We don’t have to do this every time love.” The taller spy’s tone was laced with playful teasing. “Of course we do.” The American responded, hooking up some wires. “It’s tradition.” He muttered as he fumbled over the colored cords, thankful he could at least see them. “You old bastard.” Owen teased, walking over, after making sure all the henchmen were dead. “You’ve been too much of a fan of tradition.” He leaned on the desk, watching his partner try to put together the bomb. “Ah shut up I’m only twenty eight.” Owen snickered, watching Curt struggle. “You can’t even put a simple bomb together huh? Let me have at it.” The British man made the American move over, before almost instantly connecting two wires, making a timer show up on a small screen. Curt scoffed rolling his eyes as Owen looked at him smugly. “Just set the timer.” He said curtly, pouting a bit, gaining a laugh from his partner. “Alrighty-o!” The taller man grinned as he started going over the glowing buttons.

“Owen hurry up old boy, we have to beat our last record.” Curt painted, quirking an eyebrow as he fastened his gun back into it’s holster. The tall British man laughed, shaking his head. “You sure do love your games, don’t you Curt?” He winked, pressing a few more buttons on the bomb in front of them. The walls were grimy and rusted over. Owen’s slicked back hair was losing stands, and became messier as he fussed over the glowing buttons. “What are you doing?” Curt asked, walking back to stand behind his partner, trying to see over his shoulder. “Giving us enough time.” Owen muttered back, licking his lower lip as he cautiously glanced up at the blinking red timer. “Arugh we can get out of here in six minutes, our last record was ten.” Curt responded with a playful nudge to Owen’s shoulder, making the taller male sigh. “I just want to be safe, love.” Curt rolled his eyes, and rested his shoulders back. He watched as his partner’s face contort with deep thought, and how his dark brown eyes clouded as he did so. In that moment, Curt felt his heart swell up with a type of joy that made his blood turn warm. He smiled, grateful that he could see the subtle brown of Owen’s eyes.

“You’re my soulmate.” He said suddenly, making Owen pause. That clouded look in his eyes dissipated, and he looked at his American partner with the corner of his vision. “What?” He turned around, his eyes wide and eyebrows almost touching his hairline.“You heard me.” Curt responded, crossing his arms. “Curt, you can’t be serious.” Owen retorted, doubt dripping from his crisp accent. “There’s no sure-fire way to determine your soulmate, without them dying.” He pressed the green button on the bomb, his eyes becoming distant. “Although, I can’t help but dream, aye?” The British man clicked his tongue, his eyes meeting Curt’s. “Owen you know we are-” Owen silenced him, his fingers brushing against his lips. “We can discuss this on the jet love, for now, we have to beat our record.” He smirked, making Curt copy his expression. “Let’s go.” They ran together, gun in hand, quipping at each other as the exit came into view. They both collapsed onto the dry grass and rolled down the hill as the factory blew. Black smoke filled the night air, orange and red illuminated the lemon-colored field. Curt looked to his side, where Owen watched the destruction with his mocha-colored eyes. The light flickered in his irises, dust marked his skin, his mouth agape as he paused to catch his breath. “Owen Carvour, you impress me every time.” Curt was the first to speak, breathless. Owen laughed, which almost sounded like a snicker. “I beat you by two milliseconds.” He responded smugly, sitting up and punching Curt’s shoulder. “Did not!” The shorter man shouted, laughing as he followed suite. Curt offered his arm, as soon as he stood, to Owen. They smiled at each other, as Owen took his arm and rose to his feet.

They pulled each other, embracing each other in their arms as they watched the factory burn on. It was rare for them to hug each other, especially in the open. They knew if their governments caught word of the reality of their partnership, it would surely lead to disastrous result. Even in the world of soulmates, homosexuality wasn’t really well understood by the public. Or the world’s governments. “I don’t know what I would do without you Owen.” Curt whispered, his voice almost masked by the roaring flames a couple of yards away. Owen exhaled softly, his breath tickling the hairs on Curt’s neck. “You would become the better spy.” He teased with a wink as they pulled apart. They laughed, their hands refusing to let go. “MEGA!” A voice shouted from the earpiece in the American spy’s ear. “Arugh shit!” He shouted, scrambling into a more confident stature. “Yes Cynthia?” Curt asked, rather smugly. “Please tell me you didn’t fuck it up.” The stern female voice grumbled, Owen watched Curt’s shoulders slump, with the greatest amusement.“Have more faith in me, of course we didn’t.” Curt responded, crossing his arms as he spoke. Owen picked up a few pieces of rubble nearby, still smiling. “Good. The jet will be waiting for you at the airport.” Cynthia respond coldly. “Alright Cynthia, see you back in the states.” Curt took out the earpiece, and watched as Owen observed a large shard of glass. “

Cynthia giving you a hard time love?” THe British sky asked, smiling with a quirked eyebrow. “As if.” Curt scoffed, catching up to Owen. Together, they walked to the airport, the air tense and heavy. “So, soulmate.” Owen said suddenly, wiping his hands on his suit pants. “You were kidding correct?” He asked, his voice breaking slightly. The American spy shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Owen I wouldn’t lie to you.” Curt sighed heavily, watching as Owen tried his hardest to avoid eye contact. “I believe we are indeed, soulmates.” For another moment, they walked in silence. “If we are, how will it work Curt?” Owen asked stiffly, giving his partner the side-eye. “We both know that it can’t work, you and I. In the long run.” Bitterness dripped from his voice, and a hint of pain strained it. “What’s wrong with what we have now?” He asked as a car rattled past. “The little time we have between and during missions?” Curt responded, challenging Owen. “We can figure it out.” He offered, holding his hands out. The British spy eyed Curt’s dirty hands with his dark eyes, regret and pain brimming in them. “Curt, it would end badly. You know this.” His voice broke down, like he was holding something back. Curt sighed, the cold of the night making his breath visible. “I know.” The American finally responded, after a few heartbeats. “At least, we have our time together.” He muttered sadly. Owen leaned over, pressing his warm lips to Curt’s cheek. “Sometimes, we need to know our limits Curt.” He cupped his partner’s cheek, before continuing their walk to the nearby private airstrip.

A small white plane waited for their arrival, sitting innocently on the concrete road. “We saved the world again huh?” Curt was breathless, as he grabbed Owen’s hand with his own. “Hah, you’re a sucker for tropes aren’t you love?” The taller man responded with a small laugh. “You amuse me Curt Mega.” He squeezed Curt’s hand back. Just for a second, and let go before any invisible eyes could notice. “I guess this is goodbye, for now.” Curt whispered after a second, earning a sad sigh from the man beside him. “I guess so.”They faced each other, Owen’s eyes were wide and clouded with a look that Curt had become familiar with in the past few years. It was a cloud that was full of affection, of love, and of care. It was an expression that made Curt’s heart pang with the same emotions. “Until next time?” Curt offered, with a small smile.

Owen snorted, parroting his expression. “Curt, you limey cheese ball.” He patted the other man’s arm, grabbing onto it for a split second. A few words were exchanged in that gesture, unspoken, and unheard. A few words that could destroy their lives and career. A few words that would normally be exchanged between lovers. “I love you” Owen would give anything, everything, to be able to say those words to Curt. Always, their words of affection had to be nothing above whispers. Soft verbalizations of their forbidden romance mustn’t be heard by anyone else. Or they would likely lose what they worked for. All of it. It pained them both, every single mission they ended together. For they always feared it to be their last.

Curt began to walk up the stairs to the jet’s doorway, before pausing at the mouth of the entrance. He turned around, to see Owen standing a good few feet below him, at the foot of the stairs. “Aren’t you coming?” The American asked, gesturing to the door. Owen laughed, rather bitterly. “I wish love, but I’m afraid my boss wants me to ride a separate jet. Right back to London my dear.” Curt frowned, he sighed through his nose as he gripped onto the railing of the stairs. “I guess this really is goodbye, for now.” He waved down at his partner, who returned the action. “Until the next mission.” He bid his farewell, stepping into the jet. Little did they know, but that next mission would lead to tragedy.

#spies are forever #sad fic #fanfiction #soulmatesau #spoilers #m|m #forbidden love #internalized homophobia #period-typical homophobia #spies #starkid #tincanbros #cowen

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wolfyred-ks · 5 years

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Adrinette April 2019

@adrinetteapril

PS: I’m Canadian! We like ‘U’.

Day 8 - A favour only you can do

Adrien and Marinette were out together in a fabric store. She was building a portfolio to get her into university and she had a great design for a Chat Noir themed dress suit. The biggest problem was she couldn’t find the right fabric for pants.

She wanted something that looked like leather but hung loose and would sway on the legs as the person wearing them walked. While she found lots of leather like material in all shades of black, she couldn’t find anything that was loose and flexible enough to sway.

“Arugh, this is hopeless.” Marinette was very frustrated. “The fifth store and I can’t find what I want.” She raked her fingers through her loose hair and placed her hands on her hips, glaring around the store.

Adrien placed his hand on her shoulder. “There are a couple more stores we can check out. You’ll find it. How long until you need to present the outfit?”

“Three weeks,” Marinette moaned. “It’s not so bad though, I’ve done the Ladybug cocktail dress that’s going with the Chat Noir suit. I’m almost done the jacket, the vest is complete. It’s the pants that I haven’t even started. All the other things for the portfolio are done. But if I can’t get the Chat suit done, then I won’t use the Ladybug dress and they both look so good together.” Marinette had been pacing around the store as she talked. She just had to find the material for the pants.

She knew of the other stores Adrien was talking about and they weren’t that high a quality as she wanted. They were good, but had rather generic fabric. There was no place bigger or better that she could go to.... or was there.

Marinette stopped in her pacing and turned to Adrien. She had stopped so suddenly that he almost ran into her as he tried to keep up.

Adrien noticed the look in her eye. It was rather wild and predatory. It actually caused him to back up a bit in fear. “Mari?” he asked hesitantly.

Marinette slowly closed her eyes and her face changed. Adrien saw the wildness look slowly leave and a look of hungry/sultriness took over. She opened her eyes only halfway. She started to slowly move closer to Adrien. She placed her hands on his chest and slowly ran them up to his neck, wrapping her arms behind his head she made sure to lean her entire body into him.

Adrien had a sudden feeling like he was the main course at a swanky dinner and Marinette was incredibly hungry. He felt heat rise from his collar as she breathed in, expanding her chest against him. “Adrien?” she rasped as she breathed out.

“Y-yes?” he stammered.

“Can you please get your dad to let me go into his fabric warehouse and see if there is the material I need?” She intoned in a low sultry voice. Her fingers of her right hand moved to the top of his head and started to play with his hair. Her left hand moved to his chin and started to scratch just underneath.

“I know he should have just the fabric I need. Please Adrien? Please?” she had moved her mouth close to his ear and made the last please a needy breath that fluttered over it. “You’re the only one who could convince your dad to do it. It’s a favour only you can do.”

Adrien felt the blood rush to his face as he turned redder than he had in a while. “A, ye-yah ahh umm.....” Coherent thought was the last thing he was capable of so he nodded his head, giving in to her.

“Great!” Marinette’s face lit up with joy and she pulled away and bounced up and down with glee. “Don’t worry, I’ve got enough to actually buy it from him. I’ve been saving up for this and I knew this would be an expensive fabric. Come on then,” she started to move to the door of the shop and gestured to him. “Let’s get going!”

Adrien felt his jaw drop as she bounced away, skipping towards the limo. After three years of dating, he still couldn’t figure her out. He chuckled to himself and started to follow her.

Now to see if he could grant her this favour.

#adrinetteapril2019 #ml #adrinette april 2019 #adrien x marinette

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whiparoundandcry · 5 years

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Another submitted fic!!

Kai didn’t know why he thought keeping Jay busy for two hours would be a good idea. Yes I too, would like to entertain the ball of fluff that is my crush and keep them busy for two hours when nowadays I usually don’t last five minutes in a one on one conversation! Yes, this is best idea! Kai thinks sarcastically. Currently, the two of them were standing outside of Kai’s house. Staring at each other. Awkwardly. His eyes are really pretty….arugh! Focus!

“S-Sooo, uh. I was thinking, maybe we could…go someplace? Of your choosing? Maybe..out to eat? Or, go see a movie? Maybe?” Kai stutters at the start, voice a couple of octaves higher. He scratches the back of his neck nervously. Jay blushes beet red.

“S-S-So, i-is t-this like a, d-date?” Jay asks hesitantly, fiddling with the hem of his adorable baggy blue cat sweater. Adorable..ugh, focus Smith! Hmm….I wonder…Jay Smith…it rolls of the tongue…uhg, that’s the opposite of focusing!

“Oh–I–uh–I mean, if you want it to be….?” Kai asks hopefully, turning as red as Jay. Jay turns redder.

“Ok… it’s a date then!” Jay squeaks out in small voice. Kai freezes, turning even redder than Jay. “Um… K-Kai..you m-m-might n-need to g-grab a uh, ja-jacket, it’s kinda c-cold out…………….uh, Kai?” Jay giggles. Kai nods slowly.

“Uhhhhhh-right! Um, Jacket, yes, I’ll go get that. Go get one. I'm–I’ll be right back!” Kai turns around and smacks his head against the door.

“Ow….” Jay giggles from somewhere behind him. Shaking his head vigorously, Kai walk into his house and heads up to his room. Pulling his jacket on, he calls his sister.

“Kai, what do need. We were just about to leave,” Nya answers, sounding irritated.

“Nya. I need help!”

“What happened,” Nya sighs.

“Jay asked if it was a date, a-a-and I said it could if he wanted it t-to be and he said it was and I’m freaking out right now!” Kai answers in a rush.

“Wait-”

“Sis I’m going on a date with my crush and I don’t know what to do help!”

“You. Are going. On a date. With Jay.”

“Yes and I need your heeeelp,” Kai groans.

“This is best day ever.”

“That’s not helping!”

“Well, why don’t you ask grandpa?”

“Because then he’d bother Jay for four hours!”

“True. Uncle Tom won’t, though. Heck, his husband and Jay are practically one in the same! Ask him,” Nya advises.

“Thanks. You’re the best, sis.”

“Virtual air hug?”

“Virtual air hug.” Kai hangs up on his sister, running to his Uncle’s room. Tom looks up, face brightening.

“Ah, Kai my boy! Come to hear my tales of the fishing trips with my hus-”

“Uncle Tom I’m going on a date with the boy I like and I don’t know what to and I need your help!”

“Woah, slow down there boy. Is the lucky boy here now? Kai nods breathlessly. Tom strokes his chin.

“Well, you can’t keep him waiting. Is he anything like good ‘ol Nicky?” Kai nods again. “Well, just try to keep 'em comfortable, and let them know how great they are; to an extent!” Uncle Tom gives a hearty laugh, and claps Kai on the back. “Go on kid. Have fun!” Kai smiles, ands is halfway out the door when he hears; “But not too much fun!”. Kai turns bright red.

“Uncle Toooom!” Kai whines. Tom laughs, shaking his head.

“I kid, I kid. Go on, don’t keep 'em waiting!”

“Thanks Uncle Tom!” Kai runs down the stairs and out the door, shutting it behind him.

“So, uh, where we going?” Kai asks, turning to Jay. Jay blushes.

“Um…..I don’t know?” Jay admits. Kai paues.

“Oh. Ok. Um, how about we….um, let’s walk to the park. It’s really pretty at night, and if we walk, it will uh, be at night-I mean, it will be nighttime,” Kai suggests, stumbling over his words. Jay smiles widely.

“That sounds awesome! I, uh, hehe, I’d love to.” Jay giggles. Kai can’t help but grin.

“Great! But uh, I think I might need a scarf.”

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Jay didn’t know what he was doing. Kai had called, asking if he could come over to his place, and he agreed. Without asking his parents. But, they would gone until tomorrow night, so that was good. And here Jay was, standing outside Kai’s house, staring awkwardly at him. Y’know, looking into those gorgeous amber-green eyes I could just get lost in forever, with the bright shine of joy always there. The green flecks on top of the that just seemed to swim around in his eyes, an amber ocean of joy, happiness, and love and adoration–wait hold the phone, love?! Oh, he’s talking. I should probably listen.

“S-Sooo, uh. I was thinking, maybe we could…go someplace? Of your choosing? Maybe..out to eat? Or, go see a movie? Maybe?” Kai stutters at the start, voice oddly higher. Jay blushes beet red. Wait what? Of my choosing? So is this….?

“S-S-So, i-is t-this like a, d-date?” Jay asks hesitantly, fiddling with the hem of his. sweater. Oh god, why did I ask him that? He’ll probably say no and-

“Oh–I–uh–I mean, if you want it to be….?” Kai asks hopefully. Hopefully?! Kai turns as red as Jay. Did just….this is date?! This can be a date?! He’ll allow it to be a date if I want? And he wants it to be a date? Even though I might say no? Why is that so attractive? Oh god help me! Jay turns even redder than Kai had.

“Ok… it’s a date then!” He squeaks, voice small. Okay okay okay, stay calm! Kai freezes, turning an even brighter shade of red then Jay. Oh, did he not want me to say that? Or was he just not expecting me to say that?

“Um… K-Kai..you m-m-might n-need to g-grab a uh, ja-jacket, it’s kinda c-cold out…….uh, Kai?” Jay giggles as Kai remains unresponsive. Kai nods slowly, face still blank.

“Uhhhhhh-right! Um, Jacket, yes, I’ll go get that. Go get one. I'm–I’ll be right back!” Kai turns around to go get a jacket and smacks his head against the door.

“Ow….” Jay giggles at Kai’s daze. Oh apples he really didn’t expect me to say that…..but to be honest I didn’t expect me to say that either. Shaking his head vigorously, Kai walks into his house. Oh gosh I am going on a date with my crush! My highschool crush! Who I’ve had a crush on since Middle School! The one who also is a part of the Secret Ninja Force! With the amazing everything! Date! With me! This is the best day of my life! Wait, but didn’t he say-

“Sis I’m going on a date with my crush and I don’t know what to do help!” Jay freezes as he hears Kai’s wail. Oh. Spicy. Bananas. He has a crush on me too?! I mean, that’s a given, and obviously he does, but I just-

“Uncle Toooom!” Jay jumps as Kai’s whine drifts through the walls. Okay, talking to his uncle. Cool. Oh, Hot Pepperoni I was supposed to figure out what we were going to do!

“Thanks Uncle Tom!” Nooooo, he’s coming! I need more time! And, did he ask his uncle something? Jay jumps slightly as the door shuts, turning to Kai.

“So, uh, where we going?” Kai asks. He blushes.

“Um…..I don’t know?” Jay admits, embarrassed. Kai pause to think. Okay, I Know I suck but you don’t need to sugar-coat i-

“Oh. Ok. Um, how about we….um, let’s walk to the park. It’s really pretty at night, and if we walk, it will uh, be at night-I mean, it will be nighttime,” Kai stumbles over his words. That sounds so romantic! And just, amazing! Jay can’t help but smile widely.

“That sounds awesome! I, uh, hehe, I’d love to.” Jay giggles at the thought mid-sentence. Ohhh, I can just imagine, us walking, hand in hand, maybe some stargazing, perhaps a goodnight kiss…..I love it! Kai grins.

“Great! But uh, I think I might need a scarf.” Jay rolls his eyes, grinning nonetheless.

“You don’t think?”

“Oh shut it, you sarcastic nugget. I’ll be right back,” Kai ruffles Jay’s hair, then disappears back into his house. Jay blushes at the action. Did he just ruffle my hair?! How dare he! And, side note to self, 'sarcastic nugget’? Do I like that? Yeah, I like that. Kai returns with a red scarf around his neck. It looks good on him….but I guess that’s just because it’s red.

“Lezgo!” The two Ninja turned and began their walk. Kai had his hands in his signature jacket, while Jay’s were by his side. They walked in a comfortable silence, nothing particular happening, until Kai hesitantly reached over and took Jay’s hand. Jay’s mind froze. Oh Cheese Its flipping off pigeons, Kai is holding my hand! Abort, abort, mission abort! This panic causes Jay to freeze. Kai pulls his hand away.

“Oh, is, that too much?” Kai asks, sounding sad. Jay is quick to react, and takes back Kai’s hand.

“No, no! Not at all! You just, surprised me, that’s all!” Jay smile brightly at Kai, who looks visibly relieved.

“Oh. Ok. Shall we continue-woah!” The Fire Ninja cuts himself off with a startled shout as Jay suddenly starts dragging him.

“Onward, to glory!” Jay shouts, dragging Kai along for a few yards, before slowing down to a walking pace. Kai chuckles beside him.

“You’re a dork, you know that?” Kai asks, looking over at the other Ninja. Jay gives Kai a grin.

“I do know that. Thank you for the reminder, though.” Jay giggles. The two Ninja continue to walk hand and hand. When they arrive, the sun had long since set, the bright and brilliant stars above them, streetlamps gently lighting the path, the moon and the stars the grass and trees. Jay’s eyes widen.

“Wooaaah! Kai, It’s-” Jay gasps as they come to the edge of the park with the ocean view. The moon and stars were reflected in the still blue waters, the night sky a mix of blues, purples, pinks and oranges, with the moon huge, and the stars bright.

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Jay turns to Kai, electric blue eyes shining bright, the night sky reflected in them.

“Kai? Can we go stargazing?” Jay asks hopefully, looking up at Kai. His hair was messed up, and it was billowing in the gentle breeze, as was his scarf. Kai smiles lovingly. Aww..Jay..Kai decides to take a risk. Ok. Don’t screw this up, Smith! This could be too much, but here goes nothing! Kai turns and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him close, pressing a quick kiss to Jay’s temple.

“Of course we can,” Kai says, rubbing Jay’s left side, resting his forehead against his head. Jay freezes, turning as red the The Fire Ninja’s gi. Okay, not a good response, but okay. It’s not bad eith-Jay nuzzles Kai’s chest, before bolting out onto the middle of the field, dragging Kai behind him.

“Woah! Woah! Slow down, are you trying to kill me–oof!” Kai gets the wind knocked out of him as Jay drags him to the ground.

“Owwww….my but!” Kai complains. Jay giggles, an adorable sound. Jay snuggles close to Kai, resting his head on his chest. Kai reaches up and slings an arm around Jay’s waist, the other reaching across his chest to hold one of Jay’s hands.

“The stars look beautiful tonight, don’t they?” Jay asks, looking over at Kai.

“Yeah. I love this place. I always come here to clear my head. Especially after……”

“Your parents?” Jay asks softly. Kai turns his head to look at Jay, whose eyes were filled with cautious curiosity, head using his scarf as a pillow(It was still on his neck), curled slightly up in a ball.

“Yeah…..,” He finally replies, turning his head back to the stars.

“Hey, Kai?”

“Yes Jay?”

“What does this make us?”

“Well,” Kai turns his whole body to the side to look at Jay, “It makes us whatever you want us to be. But, if you would give me the pleasure of being my boyfriend, I would a very, happy man.” Jay blushes a light pink color.

“I-I w-would love, to be your b-boyfriend, Kai.”

After an hour of stargazing and cuddles, they walk back to Jay’s place.

“I had fun tonight, Kai. Thank you for, giving me a chance,” Jay looks directly into The Fire Ninja’s eyes, voice sincere. Kai grabs Jay’s hands into his own.

“I’m glad you liked it. I had fun too,” Kai replies, hugging the smaller brunette. They pull away, but just stare into each other’s eyes. Kai slowly begins to lean closer, but then pauses. Damn, I really want to kiss him but-Kai thoughts are interrupted as Jay grabs Kai’s scarf and pulls him into a kiss. Kai is frozen for a split second, before wrapping his arms around Jay’s waist, slowly kissing back. Kai could swear he felt fireworks when Jay kissed him. No, nuclear bombs. He wished he could freeze time in this moment and live in it forever. It wasn’t an overly passionate, lustful, powerful, or rough kiss. It was just slow, and full of love. Jay drapes his arms around Kai’s neck, deepening the kiss. When they they finally break apart for air, they rest their foreheads together, breathing heavy. His lips taste like Caramel..and they’re so soft…

“Wow…,” Jay breathes. Kai chuckles.

“Yeah….wow…so uh, see you in training tomorrow?” Kai asks, adjusting so they weren’t so close. Jay nods.

“Yeah…s-see you soon, Kai,” The Lightning Ninja says breathlessly. The previous presses a long kiss to Jay’s forehead.

“See ya, Jaybird.”

(Hi um so my phone broke but a month ago so I didn’t get the reminder that it was your birthday so here have this fic I wrote a year ago as a late birthday present. btw the most recent chapter of earbuds is so angsty I love)

AHHH THANK U this is a wonderful birthday present!!! The boys are so fuckin cute, locked forever in a battle to out blush the other. Jay dragging kai down the street so so cute jifsda I really loved their date!!! thanks so much for submitting this QwQ <333

#submitted fic #plasmashipping #ninjago fanfiction #kai #jay #Sorry this took a couple days to post!!! I didnt have time to read it earlier this week </3 #def worth the wait tho!!!!#submission

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ladydragonhawke · 4 years

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Breath of the Dragon Chapter 3: Blood of the Sage

A Fullmetal Alchemist fanfic.

20 years later after saving all of Amestris, the Elric brothers may have gotten themselves into something worse than human transmutation. Only the strength of their wit and knowledge they gained through their travels can aid them in the trials to come. They'll have to do more than just save Amestris this time, and this time alchemy can do more harm than good.

“Well this is a surprise, normally you’re not dressed till you’ve eaten. Something’s wrong, what is it? The dignitaries?” Lan Fan pondered as she took the nearest seat at a lavishly decorated table. Ling huffed in frustration at the complexity of his royal footwear that was beginning to get him flustered, but that wasn’t the sole reason. “Did you sense or feel anything odd last night?” he huffed, trying to keep his composure.

Chapter 1: A Little Tremor

Chapter 2: It Opens at the Close

Chapter 3: Blood of the Sage

The descent down the spiral staircase proved to be quite the tight squeeze, especially for Zampano and Jerso who were bulkier in nature. Along the walls as they climbed down were covered in more carvings, some depicting battles, other times they were pictures of the dragon during times of peace with people surrounding it and offering food. As much as Alphonse wanted to ogle the carvings, he knew they didn’t have much time for that, there hadn’t been another tremor yet and they anticipated another one to arrive soon. Meaning they needed to get to the bottom of the staircase, or it could spell disaster for everyone on it.

“It just goes on forever!” Edward yelled, his exclamation reverberating off the stone walls.

“Don’t shout in here, can you see the bottom yet?” asked Lan Fan.

“Nothing yet. Wait. I think I just did.” Edward said cheerfully. They all reached the bottom of the staircase which opened to a long narrow hallway with no end in sight. Edward started walking forward and Lan Fan grabbed his arm to stop him.

“What?” He grumbled angrily.

“Watch out for any pressure plates or traps in general.” She answered with the same amount of anger.

“This isn’t our first cave exploration. But this definitely gets chalked up as one of the most intriguing.” Alphonse exclaimed.

Their walk down the long seemingly unending hallway was uneventful, and even the walls of the hallway were bare, with no carvings or glyphs for Alphonse to gawk over. Once they reached the end of the hallway, they came upon a tall stone door. It bared no markings or glyphs, only a split dragon head in its center. Zampano made his way to the front and pushed on the door with all his strength. It slowly opened to reveal a large room that was shrouded in complete darkness. All flitted their flashlights around as they spilled into the seemingly empty room. Their lights were swallowed in the darkness but as they searched the room, their lights hit on something taking up the majority of the room. It seemed to be a large glass dome, but they couldn’t make out what was within the dome. They searched around where the dome met the floor and found an intricate transmutation circle drawn with stones similar to the ones on the spiral staircase.

“Arugh, I can’t see anything. We need more light!” Edward shouted.

Then, they heard it. A low rumble emanating from within the dome. They all backed away toward the walls of the room. After the rumbling ceased, they turned their attention to the torches lining the walls. Edward was first to light the one nearest him as he went from torch to torch. He tossed another lighter to Alphonse who followed suit. Once a decent number of torches were lit, they could make out the circle and dome better. But once all the torches were lit, they stood in shock at what they could see in the center of the dome. The dome wasn’t glass but was made up of rotating and glowing symbols that moved slowly around a silver dragon that lay sleeping in its center. The dragon nearly filled the dome completely with its sheer size. Alphonse fished out his earplugs and earmuffs in preparation for what he imagined would be coming soon. Upon seeing this everyone else followed suit. Alphonse motioned to Edward to inspect certain parts of the circle; he began taking notes in a spare notebook he dug from his backpack. The room had two entrances, the one they had entered through and another hallway that seemed to wind and weave. Edward guessed that was the way the scouts took to get here, the maze that ended many a mans life. What they had found was the true entrance.

Suddenly without warning the dragon rose on it’s four legs and roared long and loudly, everyone grasped their earmuffs to aid in blocking out the sound to no avail. Even what they had wasn’t enough as Lan Fan fell to her knees from the sheer pressure of the roar. Zampano and Jerso collapsed on the ground and promptly passed out. Their hearing after all was ten times better than that of a normal human. Edward and Alphonse were fighting the sound themselves and fell to their hands and knees. Then the dragon began ramming its body into the sides of the dome, shaking everything, small stones from the ceiling fell from the violence. After more than five minutes of roaring and smashing into the sides of the dome with all its might, it began to fill up with water. Edward and Alphonse watched as much as they could as the dragon continued roaring even as the water began filling from the bottom of the dome. Soon it engulfed the dragon entirely leaving no room for air. The dragon ceased roaring and within a few moments stopped moving entirely, almost as if it passed out. Edward and Alphonse shakily got to their feet to better examine the dragon surrounded in water. They tried looking for the source of the water but found none, there weren’t any openings in the ceiling or on the floor within the circle. After a few minutes, the water began to drain, leaving the dragon a sleeping mass in the center of the circle again. Lan Fan got to her feet panting as she tried to gather her thoughts. She wanted to scream, to ask just what the hell was even going on. It must have been evident on her face as Alphonse made his way to her and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. They couldn’t communicate with words at the moment but hoped his actions were easily read. She calmed and took deep breaths to steady herself. Alphonse stayed with her till she was ready and returned to examine the circle with Edward. The soldier was unconscious and laying on the floor near the farthest wall, Lan Fan went to aid him the best way she knew how, by trying to wake him up.

Edward and Alphonse took turns writing in the semi empty notebook to each other, neither one daring to take off their earmuffs for fear of the dragon roaring again. They went around the circle and discussed each symbol and line, focusing on the ones on the ground. The symbols on the dome itself were all the same, basically meaning shield. A rather strong one at that. After spending what felt like more than a few hours examining all that they could see they sat in front of the circle and discussed the possible meaning of it all.

A: This is one strong circle. The word ‘sage’ is brought up nearly in every instance. Do you think father made this to trap this dragon here?

E: I wouldn’t put it passed him. I’m more concerned about why he trapped it here. The word ‘friend’ is in there a few times too. Was he friends with this thing? If so, why trap it here? There’re so many questions.

A: There’s something about the ‘blood of the sage’. I wonder if that’s the key.

E: If it’s the blood of our dad I don’t think this thing will be getting out any time soon. But how do we get this thing to calm down. There must be something in there about controlling it. The water seems to be a factor, but it activates almost too late, I think. Plus, where the hell does the water even come from? Water molecules in the air maybe?

A: That makes sense. I’ll pull out some of my tomes and get to figuring out the middle of the circle, at least the parts we can read.

E: Sounds good. I’m gonna get some food in my stomach, I’m starving.

A: You’re always hungry.

With that the brothers separated as they went to their backpacks to either snack up or stack up with books. Alphonse laid out the tomes he figured would meet his requirements of what he was looking for. Edward grabbed a long sandwich he had stashed from the first train and pulled out a knife to cut it in half. Upon pulling it out he mishandled it on the way out of his bag and wound up cutting the lower part of his hand. Alphonse saw him from the corner of his eye and shook his head disapprovingly and mouthed the word ‘clutz’. Edward flipped him the bird and blotted his fresh cut with a spare cloth. It wasn’t deep enough to make him feel the need to worry about it, so he got it to stop bleeding and went on cutting his sandwich in half before returning to Alphonse with his books arrayed in a manner that only he would understand. They went on studying what they could see from underneath the slumbering dragon and went between writing out their guesses and observations to each other in the notebook, and simply eyeing the circle in question. While they were studying, they could hear the dragon seeming to mumble something in its sleep. It wasn’t speaking in common but some other language. Both leaned in close to hear what they could as Edward realized it was speaking Drachma.

“dolzhen nayti tebya…” it mumbled. “gde vy?”

Then it happened. The dragon woke with a start and began roaring knocking everyone to their hands and knees. Poor Zampano and Jerso were still passed out from the previous roaring session, neither Alphonse nor Edward could wake them. Alphonse fell on top of his books whereas Edward fell directly onto the edge of the circle. Lan Fan was still along the wall with the dazed and now unconscious soldier. Once the dragon was done roaring it began smashing itself into the dome again, only this time the dome seemed to be dissipating. Edward and Alphonse exchanged looks of terror as they watched the dome dissolve from the top down with the dragon still smashing itself into its side. Even as the walls completely dissolved away it continued to throw its body into the nearest stone wall, causing the room to shake as the wall began crumbling. With a mighty crack the ceiling began falling in large chunks. Panic befell the faces of those who were still conscious. Alphonse began frantically trying to gather up all the papers and books he could but was pulled away by Edward as a large chunk of the ceiling fell directly where he was just standing.

“TIME TO GO!!” shouted Edward as he dragged Alphonse behind him. Lan Fan couldn’t agree more and resorted to slapping the soldier till he finally awoke dazed and confused. Once he saw the dragon loose and the ceiling caving in around him, he was on his feet and ready to move. Zampano and Jerso were smacked back into reality as a few large chunks of ceiling bashed them in the head. They awoke to the same start as the soldier and wasted no time in changing into their chimera forms and grabbing everyone. They bounded toward the long hallway while taking one last glance at the dragon who, strange as it sounds, was growing in size. Zampano and Jerso raced down the hallway in record time and bolted up the stairway. By the time they had finally made it to the surface, back to the entrance and exit of the cave, more of the floor gave way and the stairway soon crumbled beneath them. They didn’t stand around to watch and leapt out of the cave just as it too crashed in on itself essentially closing the entrance. As the dust settled, they were greeted by an extremely concerned Ling who was shouting at them. Zampano and Jerso set everyone down and returned to their normal human forms. Everyone began removing their earmuffs and earplugs to find blood slowly coming out of their ears. Panic lit up their faces as they tried snapping their fingers next to their ears. The snapping was barely audible but still there. A collective sigh of relief was shared by everyone. Ling was still standing in front of them waiting for an answer to a question no one was able to hear. Then the ground began shaking again, it started off minor then grew intense as a loud rumbling could be heard getting closer to the surface. Behind them at the entrance of the cave the massive head of the dragon burst forth from underground. It growled a low deep rumble as it twisted and rotated its head, soon it’s front legs emerged underneath it as it lifted itself from underground. Once it was free it wasted no time and spread its enormous wings and flapped them vigorously blowing away everyone and everything, knocking over the tent and sending a few of the carriages into a leftover house, shattering on impact. After further shaking the mud and dirt from its body the dragon took to the skies quickly and began flying due west with great speed.

After a few moments people started to get back on their feet. Edward having lost sight of his brother began shouting for him at the top of his lungs, coughing every now and again as the dust bothered his lungs. As the dust slowly started to settle Edward was able to take in just how much damage they had sustained. A few more of the houses that were close to the cave were now completely destroyed, three of the six carriages were splinters. The tent was left in tatters and people were lying everywhere, some carried minor injuries, others what looked like broken bones. Edward kept yelling and searching for his brother. Through the clouds of dust, a shadow appeared and stumbled toward him. Edward shambled his way toward the figure and sighed with relief to see Alphonse was alive, cradling a possibly broken arm, but alive. His forehead had a nasty gash and blood covered half of his face. Edward took a moment to assess his own injuries. His automail leg appeared to only bare a minor amount of damage, his other leg however was cut up badly, blood was covering his entire leg and he could tell this was going to be more than a few stitches. One particular gash was bleeding more heavily than the others, which was worrying. He and Alphonse took to addressing their injuries accordingly, a sling and a tourniquet, and continued searching and helping other survivors. Ling was not spared either, he wound up with a broken leg and a few deep gashes on his arms, he had apparently jumped on Lan Fan who only wound up with a few cuts and bruises, leaving him to take the brunt of it. She was scream crying at Ling who was not paying any attention to her antics and was eyeing the aftermath. Upon seeing Edward and Alphonse his face lit up with sheer joy and relief. Zampano and Jerso luckily made it out with only minor cuts and bruises as well, they had managed to pull away a few soldiers before the dragon burst from the ground.

After the dust finally settled and the air was clear, they took count of all who remained, sadly three people lost their life, including a child who was too close to one of the carriages. All who were physically able were made to help those who required assistance. Those who were proficient with Alkahestry helped to treat the wounded. Alphonse tried utilizing his alchemy, but his injured arm prevented him from performing the hand clapping needed to initiate his alchemy. After a few attempts Edward placed a brotherly hand on his shoulder and gave him a sad shake of his head. Alphonse became frustrated at his inability to help and resigned to give his attention to going over his notebook that he managed to save from the collapse. Edward looked to Ling who seemed distraught and held his head in his hands. Edward shambled his way to sit next to him. He grunted as he sat, trying not to upset his injuries any more than he already had. Ling gave him a look of confusion and worry and tried to say something. Edward motioned to his ears and shook his head; he could barely hear the muffled sound of Ling talking but couldn’t understand a word of what was said. Ling mouthed slowly as he pointed toward the now collapsed entrance of the cave, “Tell me what happened.” After being able to make out what Ling was mouthing Edward started to recount the past hours spent underground, leaving out as little detail as possible. Although he couldn’t hear himself clearly, he could hear the muffled version of what he was saying. Ling went from mild concern to worry. Once Edward was finished retelling all that happened Ling started to ask questions but realized Edward wouldn’t be able to hear anything. He resigned to just sit and think about all that Edward said, who was recalling everything again wondering where it all went wrong. He brushed his hand over his pants and hissed in pain at the cut he still bared from the knife in the cave. Then began to realize, ‘blood of the sage’. Did his cut cause the circle to destabilize? He looked at the cut on his hand, now freely bleeding but only in a small stream. But he couldn’t even perform alchemy, not after giving up his ‘door’ to truth in order to get his brother back. Edward after twenty years of having no alchemical ability clapped his hands together and slapped them on the ground in front of him. Nothing happened. He slumped back to rest on the side of the carriage and mulled over again what had happened. Was it just his blood that opened the circle? Although he wasn’t Hohenheim, he was his son, but was that enough? He eyed his cut again and went over the event in his head again and again. The only thing that broke his concentration was when a nurse appeared next to him and tried to heal his cuts on his leg. He waved her off and told her to treat someone else who is in more need. The gash on his leg was still bleeding but he knew it wasn’t life threatening. He’d sustained worse, this does nothing but clear his head so he could think more clearly if anything. Alphonse came to sit by him after giving up on helping anyone, he was sent away to rest by all who he had attempted to assist. Edward poked him in the middle of his chest to get his attention, after gaining it he pointed to the cut on his hand. At first Alphonse shrugged it off as another wound from the dragon, then he remembered what had happened underground and his eyes went wide with realization. After Edward could recognize that Alphonse knew what he was talking about they both sat for a bit and pondered over everything.

Doctors and nurses were called from neighboring towns to help with the aftermath. Ling sent scouts to follow the path of the dragon and to relay any and all information to himself and to Edward and Alphonse, who returned to the palace with Zampano and Jerso in tow. They only left the village once Ling was comfortable with the support it would be receiving within the next few hours. But he knew getting Edward and company back to fighting fit was a top priority, he needed to ask his questions. So as soon as it seemed clear they all packed into the remaining carriages and started the trek back to the palace. Not much was said the whole ride there as no one could even hear what the other was saying, leaving everyone with questions. After traveling for two hours they finally reached the palace. There they were treated by the best doctors and Alkahetrists in the country. Within a few hours Alphonse’s arm was completely healed, and Edwards gored leg was left with not even a scar. Ling, needless to say, was healed without delay and given a stern scolding once more from Lan Fan. They also had their hearing repaired which was a great relief as they no longer had to keep shouting at one another. After all were healed, they were brought to the dining hall for dinner. Apparently, Ling himself asked for there to be a lack of royal attire, making this a personal event, much to the relief of Edward who hated even wearing a suit and tie. They walked in to find Ling already chowing down on a table served with anything and everything your heart could desire.

“Welcome, dig in! We’ll talk after everyone eats. I know I’ve got questions, but I’ll hold them off until everyone has had their fill.” Ling shouted from his seat.

“Don’t mind if I do!” cheered Edward.

“How’s the hearing by the way? Better now?” Ling asked.

“As if it never even happened.” Alphonse stated.

“Good to hear, enjoy! My chef makes the best pork roast you’ll ever have in your life.” Ling winked.

After everyone finally had their fill the mood turned somber as Ling was the first to ask the first question.

“What the hell happened down there? I know you told be as much as you could when we were still there but, how did it go south so quickly?” Ling asked with confusion.

Edward wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and took a long sip from his glass. “So, I’ve had plenty of time to think about it and go over the scene in my head. In the circle it described the ‘blood of the sage’ as a sort of key. We were trying to figure out if that was literal.” Edward raised his still cut hand. He asked the doctor not to heal it, much to the doctors protests. Ling only looked at him with confusion as he tried to figure out what he meant by that.

“Remember Ed that I’m not as versed in Alchemy as you. Hence why I called you in the first place.”

“I know. The ‘blood of the sage’ meaning the blood of my father, Hohenheim.” Edward stated.

“But your father is dead. How could…” His facial expression turned to utter shock as he realized just what Edward was eluding to.

“The ‘blood of the sage shall release his friend’. We finally deciphered it on the way here.” Alphonse finished, setting his notebook down beside his plate.

The room died with that last sentence.

#fullmetal #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #Fullmetal Alchemist fanfic #Edward Elric #Alphonse elric #Winry Rockbell #tim marcoh #van hohenheim #izumi curtis #alex louis armstrong

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frootloopstruggle-blog · 7 years

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You know I’m 29 and I thought I would not have a mild sexuality crisis ever again. Turns out life has a way of proving me wrong!!! So when I was 24 I learned the term pansexual and I felt relieved that there was finally a term that felt right; I never really felt okay saying I was bisexual even though technically I do like both genders. Pansexual summed up my feelings about myself. It took me about 2 years to solidify and be comfortable verbalizing my sexuality once I figured it out, and by 26 I was like “yes I am pansexual”.

Just to note I had thought I was a lesbian for a few years, then bisexual, and when my long term girlfriend broke up with me I dubbed myself straight-but-is-okay-with-dating-women-but-like-not-bisexual. It was a weird time and I kind of swore off all relationships of any sort and felt so damn not okay saying I was bisexual. I think mostly because I hadn’t really had a relationship with a man, like not a sexual one I’d only ever slept with women at this point. So like in theory I liked men, I’ve had crushes on dudes, so like I thought I liked dudes?!?!?! ANYWAY!!!!!!

So for the last 3 years I’ve been confidently saying “yes I am pansexual” and identifying as pan. Until recently, and it’s partly in part to some discourse-like-content on my dash, but also because honestly I haven’t thought much about my sexuality recently and it’s been just like not a thing. So I guess this discourse has me questioning my choice in terms to define my sexuality because the OP had some valid points; and even with people giving input on pansexuality the points the OP made still make me go:

“Did I rush into and accept the term pan because it’s just a different name for bisexually that doesn’t have the associations I mentally put on bisexuality and thus made me feel better, but to be completely honest with myself I’m bi and I just rode the tumblr logic train and jumped deep into the internet to learn this term and just kind of latched on during a mentally rough time trying to figure myself out and like I’m bisexual, I’m actually bisexual"

And like I am writing this mostly because often I simply say I am queer, because explaining pansexuality is a bit of a chore sometimes. But most people generally understand queer (in this “oh not straight” kind of way) which is mostly all I need someone to understand about my sexuality.

and part of my wants to simply say “I am queer” and I know there are people out there who get their rage on about the term queer, but like I have zero problem using the term to define myself.

This is just a bit raving wall of me debating if I should simply say I am queer. Like I haven’t personally had to deal with real life drama regarding my sexuality, mostly because I pass as straight and I don’t go around correcting anyone, because I still live pretending I am straight to my parents and most of my family because I am scared to come out to them and feel it is easier currently to pass a straight.

Not that I would dress or act any different if I came out. It’s not like I’m hiding my true self, other than people having the knowledge I am not straight. Like I guess dating would, might, could be easier, but I’m not actively out on the dating scene either.

Arugh, this is going to other places right now. So yeah at 29 years old I am having a personal crisis about my sexuality and what term to use because a few people made some really valid points and I think deep down I’ve been questioning it for like the last year or so and this just kind of opened the can of worms and now I am dealing with it.

Gosh. Okay blog have a wall.

#moot moose #moot personal #personal #life #crisis but like also not really #it's like mostly in my head #having a moment over here #sorry about the wall!

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getachinavisa-blog · 4 years

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Extending Your Tourist Visa in Shanghai

Fallen in love with Shanghai or China, or just want a few more days in China. Don't worry you can extend your Visa in Shanghai with very little trouble. Below are some of the answers to some common questions.

- Can I extend my Tourist Visa in Shanghai?

Yes, you can extend it twice. So allowing you to stay up to 90 days in shanghai on a tourist visa, more than enough time to see all the sights. You can also change your visa here. I changed my working visa to a tourist visa with no problems.

- What do I need to bring?

All you need to bring is your passport, a registration form of temporary residence, a picture of yourself and maybe a book to read while you wait.

- A registration of what?

When you finished booking your hotel or any accommodation you should have registered with the local police station. They will be given you a white "Registration of Temporary Residence" forms. Getting this form may not be the most pleasant experience as usually, local police stations don't have fantastically brilliant English speakers, plus there may be a group of men or women having a shouting match there. As policemen are supposed to handle small disputes. These shouting matching are usually over who has to compensate whom and how much.

- Arugh......I don't have that form. What do I do?

Don't worry that much about it, just go to your local police station with all your hotel booking information (if you are living with a friend they need to go as well with all their renting information) and ask for that form. You may be bullied with warnings and threats of fees and fines but I have never had to pay. Usually, they say "You had better do it next time."

- What is the latest I should apply for the Visa?

You can apply on the very last day of your Visa deadline. If your visa is being processed then you are fine to stay in Shanghai and China. However my advice is always to go at least go 1 day before, so if something does happen you still have 1 day to sort out your visa.

- How much does it cost?

I have just paid 160 RMB for my new tourist visa. I am a U.K citizen BUT this price changes for other nationalities.

- How long does the visa process take?

When I arrived I got my number and had to wait behind 88 people, this took about an hour. I don't know the usual waiting time frame but the lines go fairly quickly and you have a place to sit down. However I didn't found any free water fountains, so if you want a drink bring along a bottle of water.

- Where is it?

Address: 1500 Ming Sheng Rd

My route I took Line 2 underground to the Science and Technology Museum. Then headed out of exit 3, this is a long underground tunnel (last time I was there, there were posters of bras on the wall).

Go up the stairs and go east ( YinCun Rd), pass the first intersection and continue to the Entry-Exit Bureau(picture at the top). To Extend your Visa go to the 3rd floor and get a number right next to the escalators

- Your visa has run out, will I be deported or put in Prison?

You can still get an extension but it is up to the visa officers, my advice is to be polite. My friends have managed to get an extension after their visa ran out. However, you could get a big fine. So get ready to pay the extra money and to kiss some feet for your extension.

Any tips?

- If you don't want to travel to Pudong to collect it, then get it sent to you by post. I have heard no problems with express delivery. If you do want to do this you can save time by sorting out the postage while you are waiting for your number to be called. There is a small box room in the corner, where you can buy envelopes and photocopy your documents (which you need to do). Get this ready before you go to the visa officers.

- If you want to use the postage service get a Chinese Person at your hotel to write your address down. Then get someone in the post office room to copy it.

- Please plan, the visa process usually takes a week. Which means you don't have your passport for a week. So no traveling, changing hotels or going to an internet hole (a huge place where you can play games and use the internet).

- The visa officers can speak fairly good English so take it easy, you will be fine and ENJOY SHANGHAI.

#Russian visa #Russian visa application #Russian visa online application #Russian travel visa

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Adrinette April 2019 Day 14

@adrinetteapril

This worked out to be a 2 parter. Tune in tomorrow for the other half.

Part 2 - Love rivals

Part 3 - Beach

Part 4 - Confession

Part 5 - In the rain

Day 14 - The Valentine

This time it was going to go right. This time she didn’t forget to sign it. This time she would give it to Adrien. .. .. .. or not. She’d signed it. She could give it to him. Maybe. For sure. Later.

“Arugh!!!! Tikki, why is this so hard.” Marinette moaned. She banged her head down to her school desk.

Tikki peeped out from Marinette’s bag, “Marinette, you’ve worried about this all night. You re-drew the card four times. you spent 3 afternoons on the wording. The card is absolutely perfect. You even practiced what you were going to say. Just stay calm and everything will be fine.”

She had gotten to school 20 minutes early this Valentine’s morning. She wanted to give Adrien the Valentine personally. Last year, with Alya’s support, she had mailed it to Adrien but couldn’t remember if she had signed it or not. When Adrien didn’t mentioned it the next day, she presumed that she hadn’t signed it at all.

She got up early and got to class so that when he came in she could give it to him. Maybe she got here too early.

Adrien was about to leave for school. He was just fixing his hair. Plagg floated up beside him in the mirror. “Well, think any ladies are going to give you Valentines this year? Wanting any from someone special? Like the bakery girl?

“Plagg, her name is Marinette and she is a very good friend.” Adrien put down his brush and motioned for Plagg to get in his school bag. “Marinette’s sweet but I don’t think she likes me that way. She still has trouble talking to me.”

“Maybe it’s because she like-likes you?” Plagg slowly floated over to the bag. “Kid, I’ve been around a long time and some girls get nervous and tongue tied around the boys they like.” He settled into the bag.

Adrien picked up the bag and hoisted it over his shoulder. “Even if she does like-likes me, my heart belongs to Ladybug.” He started to head outside to the car. “If she does I’ll have to break it to her gently. She’s a very good friend and I don’t want to hurt her.” Adrien left for school hoping that Marinette just felt like a friend towards him.

Marinette was still sitting in class and people had started walking in. A bunch of different girls from the school had dropped into the class room and left Valentines on Adrien’s desk. Marinette had watched them and with each one she started to doubt herself more.

Alya entered with Nino. “Gurl! What are you doing here this early?”

Marinette groaned, “Well I was going to give Adrien a Valentine, but with all the other ones on his desk now, I’m not too sure.”

Alya sat next to her friend. “Did you sign it?”

“Yes.” She put her head on the desk again.

Alya looked at Nino and got his attention. She mimed taking the card from Marinette and giving it to him, then him putting it under the other cards on Adrien’s part of the desk.

Nino nodded and held up his hand to get the card. Alya grabbed it and before Marinette could protest Nino had shoved it under the pile.

“Nino, Alya. No. Give it back.” Marinette was about to lean forward and try to retrieve her card when Adrien walked in.

“Morning everyone.” He glanced at the cards on his desk and gave a sigh.

“What’s wrong dude?” Nino asked.

“Every Valentine’s Day I get tonnes of cards, from tonnes of girls. Of which none of them know me. All they see is the model and the fame. Sometimes I kind of don’t like being a celebrity.” Adrien gathered the cards and put them in a side pocket of his bag. He’d look through them later.

Behind him Marinette felt a little sad that Adrien couldn’t enjoy Valentine’s Day. She wanted to reach out to him but didn’t know what to say.

The teacher walked in and class began.

During the course of the day Marinette came up with various ways of getting ‘The Valentine’ back. She could accidentally kick Adrien’s bag while being clumsy, spill the contents and grab hers as she helped him pick them all up. She could take his bag while he wasn’t paying attention, get her card out and put the bag back. She could have Nino distract Adrien while she set his bag on fire, destroying the card, along with the others, and possibly burning down the school, and then when they found out she started the blaze they’ll put her in jail and she’ll never get.... She smacked her cheeks. “No, no thinking like that.”

She asked Alya to help her get it back. “No. You have been wanting to tell him for a long time girl. The card is in the stack. I’m not helping you get it back.”

Eventually Marinette felt that some possible humiliation would be better then Adrien finding out she made him a card. She waited for him after the last class in the locker room.

“Um A-adrien?” she stammered.

Adrien looked up from his locker to see Marinette standing beside him. Her cheeks flushed, her hands twisting together in front of her, and her looking everywhere but him. “Marinette. What can I do for you?”

“Ah ahaa, this morning I was holding a Valentine card I made for someone and I got bumped while sitting at my desk. I thought it fell to the floor but I couldn’t find it. I think it may have fallen into the cards that were on your desk. Is it alright if I look through them to get it back?” She tapped her finger tips together and kind of curled into herself as she talked.

“Oh,” Adrien was surprised. “Sure, no problem. Just let me search through them and..”

“NO.” Marinette shouted. If Adrien saw the card he would know it was for him and not someone else. “I I, ah I kind of don’t want you to see who I wrote it too. I’m a little embarrassed about it.”

Adrien thought it was strange, but he gathered up all the cards from his bag and held them out to her. “Here you go.”

Marinette gently took the pile and sifted through them, found her card and clutched it close to her chest. “Thank you Adrien.” She turned and left.

‘Well,’ thought Adrien, ‘she wants to give a card to someone else. It must mean she likes them and not me. I guess I don’t have to turn her down.’ Somehow the thought made him a little sad. He couldn’t figure out if he was sad because she liked someone else, or if it was that she wasn’t in like-like with him.

“Plagg?” Adrien looked into his bag, “I should be happy for Marinette. She likes someone other than me. Right?”

The little kwami just shrugged, secretly he knew that this set some thought in Adrien’s head that may turn him from Ladybug to Marinette, despite them being the same girl. Maybe now these two dorks would get together.

#adrinetteapril2019 #ml #adrien x marinette #adrinette april 2019

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