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claymorexpunisher · 3 months

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Good Girl (18+ Fic)

Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I tried to tag everyone I could, but I apologize if I forgot anyone... Anyways, thank you for the love as always. I tried my bestest lol and I hope you enjoy! As always, do please let me know if you wanna to continue on my taglist or if you want to be taken off.

Pairing(s): Roman Reigns x Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader gets dumped on Valentine’s Day and Roman’s in the right place at the right time.

Tag(s): 18+, casual hookup, dumped reader, Valentines Day, dirty talk, praise kink, light choking, dom/sub dynamic, seated reverse cowgirl, mirror sex.

Word Count: 2,621

I got dumped.

On Valentine’s Day no less.

My boyfriend of 5 years decided to take out on a date to a fancy restaurant for Valentine’s Day, just to tell me that he felt that we were going in different directions.

And to tell me that he’s been seeing one of his coworkers for over a year now.

So here I was, deciding to finish my dinner and dessert and drink.

And upon laying eyes on the most exquisite dessert in the entire restaurant- dark hair pulled away from his face and into a sleek bun, an expensive and meticulously tailored suit over an obviously ripped and tone body… a well-trimmed beard that framed his gorgeous features beautifully- maybe… maybe I did have a bit of revenge on my mind too.

The strange yet beautiful man wasn’t alone.

He seemed to be having some kind of business meeting, his demeanor was seriously concentrated in whatever they were talking about.

I could hear his smooth deep voice even from where I was sitting facing him and the sound seemed to send electric tingles all over my body, my ex long forgotten.

If he had the audacity to mess around on me, why would I sit here and mope?…

This man looked familiar but for the life of me, I couldn’t place a name to the gorgeous face.

I had no idea how I was going to pull this off.

But as soon as the beautiful stranger’s chestnut brown eyes met mine over the other man’s shoulder and his lips slowly quirked into an inviting smirk, I figured this wouldn’t be so difficult.

I coyly looked down, smiling and lightly playing with the necklace that hung around my neck, a dainty golden chain with an emerald cushion cut stone hanging off of it and a pair of earrings to match.

I felt my face warm underneath his attention.

When I looked up, the man was beginning to stand up, effectively dismissing the other man he was with a wave of his hand and a wad of cash being plopped onto the table and he was headed my way.

My heartbeat sped up, watching him come closer and closer.

But our smiles only became wider as he sat down in front of me.

“Hi,” the man said.

His smooth baritone voice coupled with his obvious cool confidence warmed me over even more and for a moment my brain stuttered before I managed to recover and respond.

“Hi,” I said, biting my bottom lip softly as we sat there staring at one another.

We introduced ourselves and he said his name was Joe.

But it was only when he revealed that he was a pro wrestler- Roman Reigns- that I realized where I’d seen him.

I sheepishly admitted that I had brothers who would occasionally put on some wrestling while we all hung out and that his face had definitely looked familiar.

Me recognizing him a bit didn’t seem to deter him, though.

We sat in the restaurant getting to know one another a bit, despite my intentions of just looking for a bit of fun.

But conversation with Joe felt easy. Light. As if we’d known each other for decades.

“I, uh… I kinda overheard you and your ex.” Joe admitted, his features melted into concern.

“Dude sounded like a complete asshole.” He said bluntly, to which I giggled.

“Ah, you’re not wrong. But,” I shrugged. “At least he helped me take out the trash… listen, do you… maybe wanna get out of here? I’m kinda over this place.” I replied just as bluntly and I chuckled softly, looking around the hustling and bustling restaurant filled with people dressed to the nines.

Couples in fancy attire mingled and laughed with one another as they ate and if you looked closely at some of them and at their coy expressions, there was no doubt as to what they would be engaging in once they left…

I was waiting for a pang of nostalgia for what I had just lost, but as soon as my eyes landed back onto Joe’s smiling face I felt nothing except a pang of smoldering attraction.

I squeezed my thighs in what I thought was a discreet manner, but I watched Joe’s eyes trail lower and lower over my satin gold dress that hugged my body perfectly before his eyes moved back onto my face.

His brown eyes lit up as if he just knew what my body was craving for.

And holy shit I’d hoped he’d give it to me…

I watched him take out another wad of cash and he tossed it onto the table before I could protest and take out my credit card from my gold clutch.

And as he nodded and stood, holding out his arm for me to hold onto, I felt my mouth go dry…

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Joe was staying at The Marriot not to far from the restaurant, thankfully.

My heartbeat kicked up a notch and my hands shook the closer the car got to the hotel.

Joe had one arm over the seat of the car, not quite draped over my shoulders but the heat emanating from his body, coupled with the sweltering anticipation of what we were about to do once we reached his room, had my brain feeling a little foggy.

I had no idea why I was suddenly acting like a bumbling virgin but it was starting to get on my nerves.

My heartbeat and the tremors in my hands settled when Joe reached out the hand that was resting on his lap and he slipped it into mine and gave my hand a comforting squeeze.

“You okay?” He murmured, waiting for me to meet his eyes.

I nodded, sure of what I wanted despite feeling a bit out of my element.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m good. Just… it’s been a minute since I’ve done something like this. Something… casual.” I replied, finally meeting his warm eyes straight on.

Though I honestly didn’t know how casual this would end up being.

“Well, I want you to know that there’s no pressure. And I don’t bite… unless that your thing. I’d be happy to oblige.” Joe winked, bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it before he playfully nipped at the soft skin there, only to the soothe the spot with another soft kiss.

I noticed that he had beautiful hands… hands that I wanted all over me.

He chuckled as I let out a surprised laugh, and I felt a waterfall of calm wash over me as the tension momentarily broke.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I replied just as playfully.

My eyes couldn’t help but flutter down to his luscious lips and I licked my lips as his tongue poked out to wet his own.

Without giving myself a chance to chicken out, I leaned into him and cupped the back of his neck to press my lips to his.

I moaned softly at the taste of his lips, tasting the smooth tartness of whatever drink he had been sipping on tonight.

Whiskey, maybe.

Joe let out a pleased moan of his own, the sound vibrating against my lips as our tongues snuck out to mingle.

As soon as our lips touched, we didn’t care where we were, or about his driver knowing what we were doing.

Our minds, lips, and hands were only focused on tasting and touching as much as we could of each other.

We pulled away for a moment to breathe only to sink back into each other for more.

I whimpered wantonly and angled my neck to give Joe more access as his lips wandered.

Gasping softly as his mouth moved up to my ear, I could swear I heard Joe whisper ‘god, you’re a fucking goddess, babygirl…’ but I wasn’t sure as his teeth playfully nipped at my earlobe before his tongue again worked on soothing any light pain his teeth would cause.

Before we could get into even more and possibly give the driver a show he’d surely never forget, Joe pulled away and I watched him open the car door as we came to a stop in front of The Marriot.

In my haze, I hadn’t even realized that we had pulled up to the hotel back entrance.

The elevator was empty as I pressed the button to call it a little harder and more impatient than I had intended.

Joe’s soft chuckle hit my ears, making me shiver as my back rested against his front and he dragged his beard along my skin, tickling my neck and the spot on back of my ear.

“We’re almost there, babygirl.” He purred and I nodded, sinking into him as arms snaked around my waist and his lips continued to kiss along my neck.

I tried to fly out of the elevator as soon as it opened on Joe’s floor and we walked hand-in-hand towards his room.

He slid the keycard through with a steady hand, but as soon as the hotel room door closed behind us, his lips attacked mine again.

As Joe bit, sucked, and licked at my tingling lips, I gave as good as he gave me.

I let myself be blindly guided towards the bed, and my dressed be slipped off my body before I helped him out of his own clothes.

God, he was as glorious as I thought he’d be…

“C’mere…” he said, beckoning me towards him as he sat towards the edge of the bed.

As he turned me around, my back facing him and he instructed me to straddle his lap on my knees on the bed into a sort of reverse cowgirl position, my brain short circuited again as I stared straight ahead and was met with our own reflections.

I somehow missed the giant mirror that was dead center in the room but as soon as I spotted it, my arousal dampened my inner thighs even more.

“Look at you… so fuckin’ beautiful, baby. That guy was so fuckin’ stupid to walk away from all this.” Joe whispered in my ear and I moaned and arched into his touch as I watched in the mirror as his hands moved ardently along my body.

I bit my lip as I watched Joe kneading my breasts and pinching my pebbled nipples, rolling them around in his fingers and making my hips swivel on his lap, chasing some form of relief.

“Keep doing that… fuck, Joe!” I moaned and he obliged, taking his time and paying attention to my breasts despite the hardness I could feel resting between my thighs.

“Yeah? This feel good, baby?” Joe murmured, his breath heavy against my ear and I let my eyes flutter shut before he pinched my nipples, making me release a strangled groan of pain mixed with pleasure.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” He commanded and I listened, despite how hard it was with all the sensations coursing through me.

“Look at this fuckin’ body, oh my god…” Joe groaned through a clenched jaw, his eyes trailing over my body just as his hands did.

Our eyes met momentarily and he smirked cockily at how quickly I was falling apart for him.

“Grind that beautiful pussy against my dick, baby-“ Joe said, his words breaking off into a guttural groan as I once again complied, grinding my pussy against hard length.

The muscles in my stomach tightened and my nails dug into his arms that came to wrap around my torso as his cock grazed over my sensitive clit with every frontward grind of my hips.

I could feel his breath hitch every time my pussy reached the head of his cock and I felt his thighs shiver as he was no doubt restraining himself from just sliding into me.

But I was done waiting.

As if he read my thoughts, Joe lined himself up with my slick entrance.

Both of us released strangled groans of pleasure as soon as his cock entered me at first.

But he was pretty fuckin’ big and it took a bit of adjusting and relaxing on my part to accommodate him.

I let no more than half of his cock inside of me at first and then I slowly sunk down further, both sighing in almost relief as I my thighs were flush with his.

We looked at each other through the mirror, Joe staring straight through my soul over my shoulder.

My chest heaved with arousal as he only gave me one command.

“Keep grinding.” He said and as I did what I was told, my eyes almost rolled back into my head, feeling his cock hit my sweet spot almost immediately.

I watched him chuckle as I quickly reopened my eyes, remembering his command from earlier.

“Good girl… you’re such a good fuckin’ girl, huh?” Joe moaned, clearly pleased that I followed his every command to a T.

But I couldn’t help it.

Despite only meeting this man tonight, I was eager to please.

And so was he…

I groaned again as I felt his praise send a zing of pleasure over all of my erogenous zones and my made my hips move more.

“Slow down, sweetheart… I wanna savor this fuckin’ pussy.” He said, moving one of his hands down to my hip to call the shots and have me just the way he wanted.

Joe’s free came up back to one of my breasts and gave them some attention, our eyes never leaving our reflections.

My ex had never been this attentive… this thorough…

Watching Joe’s features contort in pleasure, watching the way our bodies were joined together sent a ripple of pleasure up and down my spine.

“God, Joe..! That feels so fucking good, holy shit!” I whimpered.

I was so eager to move fast but I couldn’t deny that this slow pace felt amazing.

I felt every single inch of him, hitting every sweet spot inside of me- even where I didn’t know they exist.

“That’s it. Good girl. Thats it, baby.” he praised, making me hiss a bit in pain and pleasure as his tongue momentarily sunk into my shoulder, watching my every move through the mirror.

Trails of sweat trickling down his neck and chest made my mouth water…

My brain stuttered as the hand that was playing with my breast slowly snaked upwards and came to rest on my throat, not squeezing but the sensation alone made my head swim and my pussy clench.

“Ah, shit… you squeeze me like that again imma cum right inside this pussy. That what you want, babygirl?” Joe said, now guiding my hips to roll a little faster.

I could do nothing but nod silently and squeeze the walls of my pussy again as my mouth opened in pleasure but no sound escaped it.

I could barely think anymore, but still my eyes stayed on him, intent on obeying.

“Cum first. You cum first, babygirl. You’re being such a good fuckin’ girl, you deserve it.” Joe rambled.

I could hear that he was close.

I could hear it in his voice, how his words almost seemed slurred and drunk with pleasure.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as Joe snuck his free hand in between, rubbing my clit in tight circles until my body finally gave into the euphoria I had been craving.

My whole body shook with pleasure-filled tremors until I could only release weak little whines and Joe finally reached his own peak, feeling his cum fill me up and spill over onto the back of my thighs and the front of his where we were still joined until we caught our breaths…

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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naughty or nice

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Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 949

Warnings: 18+ (minors and pearl clutchers you should know the drill by now) | implied smut, one (1) spank

Things to be aware of: established relationship

"Darling, must we really dress ourselves in these costumes for the party? I look laughable."

You giggled in your wardrobe as you completed your own costume with a thick black waist belt with a big glittering gold buckle. This would be a lot less campy if it were in green, you thought to yourself as you walked out of the room.

"I'm sure there's nothing in this world that can make you look 'laughable', Loki." Then you caught sight of him in the tight red slacks and the white-faux fur trimmed coat left untied and audaciously displaying his sculpted abs, topped off with a belt to match yours. "Although I have to admit…this comes pretty close," you muttered with a cheeky grin his way. "Red really isn't your color, my love."

"And seeing it on you makes me want to throw you over my shoulder and remind you who you belong to," he grumbled, his eyes roaming over your own "Mrs Claus" costume. "But if I do we may never make it to the party. And Maximoff would have your precious head." He approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you toward him, lifting you off the floor and bringing you to face the gold-tinted mirror wall in your apartment. "Hmm…this truly isn't our color," he pondered aloud. "Let me remedy this."

A wide smile stretched across your face as a wave of green magic washed over both your costumes, changing the poinsettia red of your clothes into a deep emerald. You were right; they really did look a lot less campy in green. "Something must genuinely be wrong with me," you muttered as he bit his lip looking at the image reflected back at you both, sweeping your hair over your shoulder and exposing your neck and shoulder to him. "Because that costume's kinda doing something to me now."

"Perhaps if you behave yourself tonight," he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your neck, tracing a path down to your shoulder. His hand slid from your waist down your stomach and began to tease your slit through the skirt of your dress, making you bite back a moan. "You'll receive a reward for being such a good little wife."

That word unleashed an unbridled desire in you. Wife. You'd never quite talked about it with each other where you wanted this to lead, but the casualness with which he said the word had you hoping for the beautiful image in your head to become a reality one day. An eternity by his side. Whatever may come.

"And…what if I've been naughty?" you rasped as he refused to cease his teasing attentions through your clothes. A whimper escaped you as he withdrew his hand from over your core, both his hands now making their way under your dress and hiking the back of your dress up, exposing your cheeky underwear-clad ass to him. You gasped as you watched his magic wash over him again, his outfit changing into an all-black suit and a shiny black variation of his horned helmet atop his head.

"Surely you've been taught as a child what Krampus did to naughty girls," he cooed, running his hand over the smooth skin of your cheek before drawing his hand away and bringing it back down in a sharp thwack, making you jump in surprise at the contact. "So perhaps tempting me so is not the correct strategy for tonight, my darling mortal," he growled, pulling your back flush against him and grinding his trousered erection between your cheeks. "Lest you wish for me to simply use you to chase my own pleasure devoid of any compunction over leaving you desperate and wanting."

You whimpered as he continued to grind against your ass, his hand moving from your hip and up to lightly wrap around your neck, applying just the slightest pressure at the sides. "And what if," you breathed out, squeaking out a quiet moan as he pressed his lips to your nape. "What if I were both?"

His movements stopped, tightening his hold on your neck by a fraction and causing you to look at him in the reflection again, his eyes burning with restrained lust. "You play a dangerous game, little mortal." He flashed you a wicked grin, feeling your pulse quicken as a duplicate of him clad in the previous "Loki Claus" outfit appeared in a flash of green, wasting no time in walking over to you. He framed your face with his hands and pressed his lips to yours in a soft, loving kiss.

You were so lost in the feel of his lips on yours that you were taken by surprise by the feeling of your arms being restrained with a thick, wide fabric bound at your elbows behind your back. "You look like a delectable present, dear Y/N," black suit Loki cooed, running his hands up the length of your bound arms. "All wrapped up for me to enjoy taking apart. Layer by glorious layer."

He pulled you back against him, your bound hands positioned just so that his clothed erection pressed against them, making him moan wantonly as he proceeded to latch his lips onto your neck, biting and sucking on the spot with the clear intent to leave a mark on you.

The Loki in front of you weaved a hand into your hair, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours once again. "If you wish to be both, my love," he murmured against your lips.

Black suit Loki ceased his attention on your neck, bringing his lips up to your ear, nipping at the shell lightly. "Then you will have us both."

A/N: My words were:

wrapping

'Loki Claus'

Krampus

…and they were for none other than @ijuststareatstuffhereok89! I hope you like it! 💖💛

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earfqwake · 1 year

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𝓉𝑜𝓍𝒾𝒸 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 <𝟥

<<last chapter

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 6: 𝔰𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔣𝔬𝔵

adult trio x reader series warning 🕷 for daddy kink, nsfw mentions, yandere tones

What a chaotic yet calm rest of the morning with Illumi. After your little bathroom escapades, you shared a shower full of caring touches. While I was unsure of what I was doing he guided me gently. He washed my hair and he even let me wash his, which i did enjoy very much.

His hair is so soft and long, feeling him relax in my touch was satisfying. Drying eachother off, exchanging soft touches as we dressed ourselves. I wore a black silk slip dress with lace trimming, a sheer white long sleeve shirt underneath, and knee high white socks with white lace trimming. No bra on , but matching black silk underwear that felt smooth to the touch. Illumi had on a fitted black tee shirt , and some straight leg black pants, fitting his figure perfectly I can’t say enough about how handsome this man is.

Both letting our guard down with eachother slowly but surely. We ordered in for breakfast, not wanting to cook yet also not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed. Truthfully a quiet and blissful morning, I soon found my self lulling to sleep in his arms yet again.

When I awoke again I was alone , I couldn’t have been out for more than an hour or two. The sun shined warmly onto my face through open door of the balcony a couple feet to the left of the bed. My eyes flutter open to see both Chrollo and Illumi sat on the shared love seat embracing eachother. Cuddled in Chrollos lap was Illumi, he was stroking his hair and speaking to him in a gentle tone that I couldn’t quite make out. Whatever he told him had the man red in the face before they both brought their attention to your moving figure in bed.

Sharing a sweet kiss before Illumi instantly makes his way to you, Chrollo following suit with a charming smile on his face. The mattress dips as Illumi sits next to you, Chrollo still standing next to him. His hair wasn’t slicked back today it was down and framing his face very well. A white cloth wrapped around his forehead and he too was in a fitted black shirt except it has long sleeves and he had gray pants on, complimenting the color of his very own eyes. “My love, how are you feeling today? Did you sleep well?” Inquired Chrollo as you crawl into Illumis outstretched arms. And he instantly makes a mental note to himself that you two have grown closer given some alone time. Very well.

His voice is smooth like butter, deep and refined. Such a composed man, can never tell what he’s thinking. But I have questions! I need to know more about these people, I want to trust them but lord knows I’m playing with fire. If Illumi’s an assassin he has to be tied up in some equally fucked up shit, and I want to know.

“Yes thank you, Daddy helped me get ready today Im very thankful.” I sweetly reply , pressing a soft pec on Illumis cheek before turning to meet Chrollos eyes. Contently he smiles back, his mind at ease seeing his lovers get along well. “He also told me you were out meeting associates this morning. Who are they?” Batting my lashes at him, though my tone was nothing short of sassy. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was amused more than bothered by me asking so abruptly. Hesitantly I continued looking down at my lap “Me and Daddy talked and I want to trust you, all of you, so please tell me the truth.” Holding on to Illumis hand to emphasize my point, he only looks between the two of us but still squeezes my hand softly in support.

Giving me a closed eye smile he nods curtly. “Oh but of course sweetheart, anything for you. I want you to trust us much as we want to trust that you’ll be our good girl. And while I agree with your sentiment , honesty is needed on both sides in order for trust to be built. So let me ask you something Y/n.” Tossing my phone on the bed in front of me, the screen lights up.

67 missed calls

120 messages

And all from one contact.

jay💌

“Who’s Jay, Y/n?” His nonchalant tone changing instantly to one of pure seriousness. Chills raking through my spine as I feel Illumi tense under me. Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm.

Jay was one of my old managers back at the restaurant, he’s truthfully my only friend. He stood up for me countless times to my piece of shit of a boss. Forever am I thankful for him, he was my knight in shining armor before anyone else. Now it sounds like I’m in love with him but we were definitely just friends, friends who flirted here and there , but certainly just friends. So what we made out in the work office once or twice. So what if we stayed up late binge watching movies together.

He was all I had , and at the moment I’m more relieved he wasn’t on shift during the massacre at the restaurant. But a new fear crept in me that they would harm him, he’s done nothing wrong. The only thing he’s guilty of is being associated with a nobody like me, I’ll be damned if they take his life away for something as useless as that.

Stay calm. Breathe. Can’t play coy, but you can be as sly as a fox.

“Papa he’s my friend, the only friend I have. He’s probably just concerned after the news of what happened got out.” Teary eyes burry into Illumis shirt, gripping the soft black fabric gently. “Daddy you won’t hurt him right? He’s done nothing wrong, I won’t ever talk to him again.” Tears running down my face as I sob dramatically into his shirt. I wish I could say these weren’t actual tears of fear. I’m scared for Jay but if the only way to keep him safe is for him to mourn me and think I’m gone then so be it.

“There, there, princess anything for you.” He says again, crooning at me as he rushes to my side to rub my back. Quickly tossing my phone in the air behind him before Illumi darts a sharp pin through it completely shattering the screen before it goes crashing down to the floor. Jumping up in Illumis arms in shock but Chrollo consoles me just as quick as he broke my phone.“We’ll get you a new phone today, new number as well, though I never want to hear another word about Jay again. Or else we will deal with him personally, don’t defy me either Y/n.” He spat his name like it was filth on his tongue , yet I nodded relaxing my head against Illumi. My heart however was going 100 miles per hour.

That was too close, I’ll be sure to never speak his name again, I want to ensure he’s safe from them for as long as I can. And if and when I escape, I need to be sure he’ll be okay. Just more fruit for thought , I don’t want anymore guilt weighing on my heart I would never forgive myself if he was harmed. “My pretty girl, shouldn’t cry over anyone but us, your daddy’s do tend to get so jealous. Will you cry for me like this?” Leaning over my shoulder, Chrollo presses teasing kisses on my neck.

“I know she would, I had her crying on my cock earlier today. That’s why she’s such a sleepy baby today.” Teases Illumi but he said it with such pride while twirling my hair around his finger. His eyes rake over my sniffling body as he drags his once comforting hand on my back very close to the swell of my ass, still rubbing relaxing circles. “That’s why your so calm today? I would have my way with you right now, but we’ve got so much to do today angel.”

Humming in agreement Illumi gets up from bed, but not before carrying me in his arms bridal style. “First, to your apartment before we go buy you anything else.” Replies Chrollo as he pinches your cheek, heading out the door with Illumi following suit. And he carried me all the way out the condo, down the elevator, into the parking garage, and even buckled me into my seat. Without breaking a sweat, okay then.

This is a very very nice BMW X6, all black inside and out. Shutting the door, Illumi then makes his way to get in the passenger seat while Chrollo slides in the driver side. Turning the key in the ignition while Illumi fumbles around with the gps for no more than 20 seconds. Starting route to 631 court bank goldsboro, YN.

Funny thing is I never gave them my fucking address.

Playing with the hem of my dress I lean back into the leather seats, I’m quiet the whole ride there, it took about half an hour to get there. Listening to them talk amongst themselves but it all became a blur as shame washed over me. I lived in a shitty one bedroom loft in the bustling city, which is more than others could afford, but still. These men look to finely tailored to step foot on the streets I live on.

Dont get me wrong I love my apartment with my whole life ! I worked hard to move out of my parents house, pay my own bills, and my college tuition. So it was my pride and joy, the only guest I ever had over was Jay and that was after months of contemplation. The car comes to a smooth stop on the side of the street next to my apartment complex. Trash littered the sidewalk, homeless people sleeping in the alleyway not too far from the entrance. As they move to unbuckle their seatbelts I throw my hand up in distress, “Wait ! It’s fine I don’t have much inside I need to get, I’ll be in and out.” I’m practically pleading to go in alone.

Illumi sighs pinching the bridge of his nose but Chrollo rests a reassuring hand ontop of his before turning to me. “Illumi will stay here but I’m coming in with you.” Oh for the love of god, I just give a small nod and unbuckle my very own seatbelt. He comes over to my side of the car again, not wanting me to walk on the concrete side walk in just my socks and I tell him where my apartment is, luckily it’s just on the first floor so truthfully getting things would be a quick in and out trip.

He reassures me about not having my key , and begins to swiftly pick my lock and under a minute we are inside. Meow! My fur baby ! Milo my baby cat ! They don’t need to know he was a gift from Jay, it’ll be our little secret. Quickly shrugging my way out his arms I kneel down on the carpet floor to pet and cuddle the little kitten. He’s about 4 months old but hasn’t grown much in size yet, he was the runt of the litter I suppose. Me and Jay found him on the way back to my apartment one night , cold and shivering all alone from the rain. Milo stole my heart ever since that day.

Turning my head back to glance at Chrollo before picking up the tiny gray kitten and walking over to him.“Oh Papa I can take my cat with me can’t I? I can’t leave Milo here all alone.” A pleased smile graces his face, I can only help but assume he loves me calling him that and me depending on him. So I’ll use it skillfully to get my kitty to come home with me! Softly scratching the cats head, Milo purs and rubs against Chrollos hand. “Hisoka isn’t too fond of pets, but I’m sure you could change his mind.”

“Did you want to grab anything else sweetheart, after today we won’t be coming back here.” And to that I frown, but nod and move towards my bed room. I didn’t own many clothes but I still wanted to take them with me, a few pairs of shoes too. I slipped on my doc marten quad platforms so I’m no longer just walking around in socks and throw all my clothes, shoes, underwear, belts, purses, jewlery all in one large bin. Sighing as I press the lid closed on the bin with my head down . “I-I’m sorry it’s not much, didn’t want you all to have to see this but I worked very hard for everything I have.”

“And I admire you for that. You have no reason to be ashamed, trust me I understand.” He spoke to me in earnest , his voice clouded in an emotion I couldn’t quite explain. “Those associates of mine I met with today .. They are family to me, we’ve been through thick and thin together. Growing up in meteor city all we knew was hardship so trust me Y/n I understand, but you have us now. Things may never go back to the way they use to be but that’s not completely bad, now is it?”

My heart skipped a beat at his reassurance, “May I meet them some day, your friends?”I question craning my neck to look at his looming figure. Beckoning me to stand in front of him before he placed a kiss on my forehead. “All in due time, in fact on the 11th we will all gather together.” Pulling me in and leaning down to kiss me, before Milo jump on his leg before hopping away. Shaking his head as I giggle at Milo being silly, he reaches down to pick up the bin. “I’ll carry this for you while you carry Milo, then we’ll get you a new phone like I promised. Feel free to get anything else you might want for while we’re out. If you don’t get it now we’ll certainly get it for you later.”

And with that, we set off for the car , with little Milo in my arms. My mind wanders to all the new information I’ve gotten today. As generous as they might be, they don’t seem too keen on the idea of me leaving ever. Slowly but surely I’ll find a way, I’ll craft a plan. Giving one last reminiscent look at my apartment before never looking back.

Illumis eyes instantly lock on the gray kitten in your arms before staring at you. You extend the tiny ball of fluff out to him, giving in he holds the purring cat in his own hands. “Hisokas not going to like this.” He muttered but his eyes were in awe at the cuteness it made my heart melt. The trunk closes and Chrollo gets in the driver seat again. “He’ll have to get use to it, Milo is staying with us now.” Illumi gives him a small smile, totally in love with the baby cat. And with that we pull off into the towns shopping center.

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comesitintheclover · 2 months

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This is a love letter to being trans and to other trans people

this is for my t4t first kiss and being seen as a boy by those close to me before I cut my hair and the world started catching up.

this is for the first time a stranger called me a man unprompted being a day I was wearing earrings and bejewelled clips in my hair. For not having to change who I am to be a man.

this is for the trans masc lesbian who taught me how to break in my docs. the gemstones of community collected through time

this is for helping each other bind and songs by indie girl bands about wanting to be a boy, Kate bush singing about not being seen as a boy when she’s riding white horses and I don’t know what she means but I feel it in me and I’m sixteen and binding for the first time and everything feels magical.

this is for my trans brother putting trans stickers in public bathroom stalls and me seeing them at school and feeling less alone.

this is for me falling in love with the ways your voice and your body are changing with every T shot, falling more for you, and falling in love with what I will get to do one day.

this is for the YouTubers who I rewatch, those who show their bodies to the world and face the endless bs to help their trans siblings. The posts and forums that I have screenshotted. For the strangers who helped me find myself and will never know how comforted their words made me.

this is for the flamboyant album by Dorian Electra and splendor dysphoria by Superknova. For the trans musicians and artists and authors who inspire me forever and ever. Who create little infinities of bliss in their 3 minutes of song or few square inches of book pages.

this is for the overlap of identities and the love of body hair and all the butterfly themed stuff I have because they’re a transgender allegory. this is for waking up and touching my chest because it was just a nightmare and the surgery went well and this is my chest now (and it’s like it’s always been)

this is for feeling so proud that I didn’t back down when I could have stomached it because I’m so happy now I didn’t realise how much it hurt before.

this is for finding ourselves while governments uses us as its favourite chewtoy. for reading banned books. For seeing the world change. For the better and worse. For all the highs and lows. this is for you yelling back at that stranger “not a girl!” And me startled and anxious by your side and a bit starstruck. Falling a bit more in love. Writing 500 songs about it, maybe

this is for you telling me it’s okay to just try a new pronoun as we sat on the baseball benches that may. For us with our then-long hair in the sand that summer grinning about being boy-girl-girl-boy-girl-boy-girl-boy-boys. For wearing suits during spirit week. For the sopranos in suit and tie at the choir concert. For the beauty and joy of trans existence.

for the pronoun pins they made at the library. That my brother painted on a bottle cap for me. for getting to give my brother new nicknames from his new name.

this is for the trans people who have given me community and offered me a place to sleep and reignited my faith in humanity

this is for the queer youth group in the new town I lived in this summer. For seeing trans and queer people who were older than me. With white hair. For being cared for, for seeing a future that isn’t lonely. For the road trip we took and doodle the younger kid drew of us all. For spaces that our queer elders have created for us and and we will care for in turn 💗

this is for when you took me to the trans beach day for our third? last? date and I didn’t know what pronouns to put on my my-name-is sticker and I was scared I was an imposter but everyone was so kind and I saw life life life, joy joy joy. More people than the kind that get on a for you page or got cooked up in my feverish brain during lockdown. It was a new welcoming into the world and reality is always so much more beautiful than whatever one dimensional hope I could dream on my own.

this is for the binder I got that summer now neatly folded in the memory box at the top of my wardrobe with old poems and letters and that photo of us at pride when I finally decided I could go too 💗, too high up for me to reach this January with new scars across my chest.

it’s for the way we take care of each other. My friend who made me spaghetti and lent me his mastectomy pillow. For my bff crocheting me trans coloured flowers and a teddy bear. Telling me there’s no such thing as fish or men, helping me through post-surgical depression.

for how we change as time passes. For how we reconnect with new names. For how we may lose each other but still wish each other well with this journey. for poems about god and grapes and wine you collaged onto your bedroom wall. For the genderbendy collages I kept hidden in my closet.

for cutting off my tits to feel comfortable in skirts again. For being understood. For laying on the living room floor years ago telling you I see you as you even if they don’t. And you saying “what do you see though?”. For the hard bits. The times I’ve fucked up. For calling the help line. For your drag king/thing makeup. For the day I learned the word tomboy.

this is for us sitting on the summer sidewalk talking about missing T shots and microdosing and how it’s all gonna be okay.

this is for when you pointed at that statue of apollo and said you wished you looked like that and I bit my tongue because that was your journey to have not mine. This is for being mooned at a queer show. for being offered a cigarette in place of a kiss. for knowing I'll support you no matter what. for joking (kinda) about getting free the nipple tattooed of my post-surgery chest. for being both a woman and a man because I can.

this is for the beauty of the transgender experience, for not understanding gender but feeling it anyways. For becoming because you can, because the world is more open and joyful in a lot of ways now. It’s for coming back to school after quarantine and never being the only kid using multiple pronouns in each class. It’s for hope. It’s for life being more than death. It’s for the beauty of creation and the infinite shapes it takes. It’s for deciding the masculine is not alien. It’s for getting tipsy in the uni lounge and comparing how we think about our genders and feelings so cozy and there being no absolutes. this is for life being confusing but beautiful anyway. For not being able to decide wether to grow my hair back to my waist or to buzz it again. For the joy of waking up with hair short enough to stick up crazily. For you giving me an undercut with stationary scissors when I was 16 there was nothing better to use.

this is for gender being silly fun and profound all at once, all the time.

this is for the day I felt shit going into the woman’s bathroom and I saw this:

this is for @boy-gender happy birthday! Thank you for helping me out with my fears about top surgery and listening to me rant about gender. I hope you have a wonderful day!

#Confusing use of the pronoun “you” sorry #General you #you as in me #You as in 500 different people from my past #<3

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boots-with-the-fur-club · 8 months

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Chapter 6 of the reincarnation fic!

@daboyau

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The memory world falls away into the real one. April, and basically everyone else, has tears staining their faces. Most of them had stop holding hands. April was wiping her eyes with her free hand while allowing Donnie to still hold her other. His eyes land on the yellow hair ties she has to hold up her hair poofs.

“Haru….”

“Donnie? You talking to me?”

“Did you see it? Please tell me you saw it.”

“Saw it? I was it! I was…..her, at the end. You looked exactly like Tomo too!”

He lets go of her hand and nearly barrels into her with a hug. She smiles softly, wrapping her arms tight around him.

“Nerdy pals for life in this one….and twins in the last. How absurdly sentimental.”

“Ha, I get to be older than you in every life.”

“Ohmigosh….April is Haru?” Mikey gasps softly.

“That does makes a whole lotta sense, I don’t think we would have seen what happened ourselves if she wasn’t.” Raph pats his eyes dry with his mask.

“I felt so bad that Tomo didn’t get to see Haru again, but now he can! Or, Donnie already has! Isn’t that cool, Leo?…..Leo?” Mikey turns to him and is immediately concerned by his expression.

Leo is holding himself, gripping hard enough to leave marks on his arms. His gaze is at the floor and his attention probably wasn’t anywhere near the conversation.

Mikey gently reaches out to him only to be met with flinching.

“H-Huh? Oh, yeah, totally Miguel.”

“Are you okay?”

“I….I think dad was right.”

“What!?” Everyone else says at once.

Leo stands up.

“We shouldn’t keep trying to find these memories. If they’re coming through anyways, they can happen on their own.”

“But I’m here now, I can help you guys! That’s why you told me about it in the first place. What’s going on, Leo?” April stands up as well, followed suit by everyone else still on the floor.

“Before you kept it going because you wanted to see more of Aoi, now you’re against it?” Donnie raises an eye brow.

“Nothing’s going on, I just…..changed my mind! You guys can keep doing it if you want, but I won’t.” Leo turns his head away and waves his hand at them.

“You know you can talk to us, if seeing what happened to Haru was too much then you can say so. No one is going to judge you.” Mikey takes a step towards him.

Leo moves away, still not looking at him.

“Okay, it did freak me out, but it’s not only because of seeing her….you know….”

“Then….what is it?”

“I-It’s seeing it and knowing it was April.”

April’s eyes widen.

“Leo, you should have just said so. Of course you’re freaked out! After everything we’ve been through with the invasion, seeing that is a lot.”

He sighs.

“There’s….more. Something I never wanted to tell you guys because it just made me feel like crap and it’s going to make you all feel worse. We moved past so many things about the invasion already!”

“Whatever it is, we can take it. It’s obviously botherin ya. We moved past things because you learned to talk about them. You felt better after telling us last time, didn’t ya?” Raph says gently.

They can all see Leo tense up.

“Right…..?”

“It did, I swear! It’s not about what you said or did!….I realized….that we’re all eventually going to have to watch each other….die.”

A silence falls over everyone. Of course they had been aware of what having a past life meant, and they had just seen the end of April’s, but they never fully thought about what they were going to see at the end.

April didn’t know it was her before she saw what happened. It probably would have been a different experience in that case.

“When I was thinking about me getting hurt instead of anyone else, it wasn’t because I was being dumb during our Kraang invasion. It’s because in the future we didn’t stop them, you all….died.”

The silence takes on a very tense feel. It’s broken by Mikey.

“How….how do you know that….?”

“When Casey Jr. and I were trapped by rubble, he told me that everyone died fighting the Kraang. He wouldn’t tell me how it no matter how many times I asked. All I can do is guess. I thought I wanted to know, but now that I have a chance with our past lives, I don’t want it.”

“Casey used past tense when referring to me…..” Donnie comments quietly.

Mikey looks down at his arms, the faint marks of his rescue efforts still there.

“He told me I sent him back with my magic hands….if I sent him back, but I didn’t come with….”

Leo’s shoulders start shaking.

“The only thing I know is that I was….I was the last one….what if it happens again? I-I can’t do it! I can’t feel what it’s like!”

Raph quickly goes over to him, moving his face back to see that Leo is silently sobbing. He hugs him as tightly as he can. Leo clings to him, nearly falling apart in his arms. Raph does all he can to hold him together.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry….I love you guys so much, you know that, right? P-Please tell me you know.”

“We always know! Even if you didn’t say it as much as you do, we know. We…knew. I know we did.” Mikey doesn’t expand on that last part, he didn’t need to.

Leo understood what he meant.

“I was scared too.” Donnie suddenly pipes up.

Leo lifts his head to look at him.

“Why?”

“Because the way Tomo felt about losing Haru was the same way I felt when you disappeared through that portal!”

“Donnie…..”

“You were gone! Half of me was gone! I thought I was going to have to live without you! You don’t want to be the last one alive!? Well that’s too bad! I don’t care what you want! Because what I want is to never have to imagine a future you’re not in!”

Leo stares at him in shock before slowly descending into very tearful chuckles.

“How could any of what I said possibly be funny to you right now?”

“We all keep doing this!”

“Doing what?”

“Saving and protecting. Raph jumped off a building to save me, and jumped on top of you to save you from a demon in armor! I sent myself off to another dimension to save you guys and the world. Gram-Gram barely knew us and she still gave everything to protect us over her own evil dad.”

“Leo, we already know that the Hamato weren’t real good at keeping themselves alive.” Raph looks at him with concern.

He lets go of him.

“That’s not want I mean! Think about how many times we haven’t died, or have died or almost died and just kept coming back. Even our whole family power thing is about saving each other with it. Hamato didn’t use it right, but we did. For every sacrifice we also stopped them. We turn into ghosts with the rest of our family when we go. We can see each other whenever we want even when we die! Even when we didn’t have the power, what did we do? We turned into who we are now! The other us is fighting tooth and nail to be back together through memories.”

Mikey’s eyes light up.

“Something about us being a family refuses to give up.”

“Exactly! We’re different. We aren’t martyrs for the world outside our family, we’re protectors for each other. We’ll always fight about who gets hurt, who leads, who tries to take the brunt of the hits, even if it’s all changed around! We don’t even have to be related at all.”

Raph smiles softly and pats Leo on the head.

“I think that’s the smartest thing you’ve ever said.”

Leo smiles back, looking at Donnie.

“Even if we have one future, or a bunch of other ones because of a weird time thing again, I’m always going to be around. So will you. So are all of us. We can be scared, who wouldn’t be? But what matters is that after we see whatever we see, we’re still going to be here. I’m here, Donnie. You don’t have to miss me, and….I don’t have to mourn you either….”

Donnie takes a deep breath, smiling very slightly as well.

“You are becoming just like Raph with these speeches.”

Leo gasps loudly, putting a hand on his plastron.

“That was not a hero speech!”

“Hey, what wrong with a hero speech?” Raph looks between them, slightly offended.

“It’s only wrong when you’re not the one giving them, big guy.” He pats his shoulder.

“Are you two sure you’re okay about everything though? That was a whole lotta emotions at once.” April questions.

“I am severely tired and want to nap but I also don’t want another memory popping up.” Donnie answers.

“Maybe they’ll take it easy on us because of what we just saw?” Mikey says hopefully.

“That’s if the memories have some kind of sentience.”

“The ninpo should a little, right?”

“Now this is exhausting. April, could you help us out while we nap? Maybe try to steer it to something….happier?” Leo smiles awkwardly.

“I’ll try, don’t know how much it’ll help though.”

“You’re still the best for trying.”

They decide to head to the movie room to fall asleep to some Jupiter Jim movies. Splinter wasn’t there for once. Blankets and pillows are brought in. April carefully watches over them as they begin to drop off to sleep, one by one, focusing on the attempt to ease the memories they might get.

The dream they end up having happens to pick up where the Tomo left off in the cabin. It seemed to be after the explanation of what happened to Haru judging by the expressions of everyone else.

Kosuke didn’t seem as surprised as the others though.

“Tomo, I’m….I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have asked you if I knew.” Aoi frowns.

Tomo stares hard at the ground.

“It’s a regret that’s going to follow me no matter what I do. Even if her blood on my hands has been washed away, they’re stained forever.”

“You’re not the only one with stained hands.”

“I don’t find lies comforting, Aoi.”

“I’m not about to lie!”

“Who’s blood is on your hands? You who rushes into everything without thinking if it means protecting this whole group!?”

“Tomo-“

“In the end it’s only going to be us with your blood on our hands with how you act!”

“Tomo please-“

“Can’t you allow yourself to be a coward just once!?”

There’s suddenly a loud smacking sound.

Tomo’s face is moved back slightly, still in too much momentary shock to realize what just happened.

Once the stinging sets in, he holds his cheek and looks at Tora who’s tearing up heavily and still has her hand outstretched.

“Don’t you ever say that to him again!”

“Tora! We didn’t tell him, he doesn’t know!” Aoi pulls her back.

She struggles against him.

“It doesn’t matter! He thinks he can just say whatever he wants because he’s in pain! Other people can be in pain too even if they don’t show it!”

“What are you even talking about!?” Tomo shouts.

Tora stares hard at Aoi.

“Please tell him. I can’t tell your story for you, but I can’t stand what he’s saying either.”

Aoi sighs.

“I did let myself be a coward, once. That’s why I’m alive and the people from my village….aren’t.”

“The whole village….?” Tomo’s eyes widen.

“We were all raised to be warriors from the moment we could pick up a weapon without falling over. There was always a chance the rival village could attack at any moment. When they did…..I hid. It was at night, it was dark and I was scared. I covered my ears to try to drown out the screams of my parents, my friends, my neighbors as they fought….but that wasn’t the worst part. That came when I finally, finally left my hiding place. It was quiet. No sound coming from anyone. If I had done something, anything, maybe someone else could have survived, but I was a coward. My life mattered more than the people I cared about. I stopped caring about my life after that, I was a mess, I didn’t want to do a single thing because of the guilt I felt.”

He takes a breath, smiling softly as he lets go of Tora, patting her head.

“Then, I met my precious little sister.”

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straightasaaro · 2 months

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international women’s day: it’s been weighing on my mind and I want more people to know

years ago I watched a video titled “the top 10 most beautiful children in the world!” and saw images flash of little girls with perfect hair and boys with double rows of eye lashes. I was suprised, just like everyone else, by a pair of twin girls with stunning eyes.

(I will not be providing the images or names of these girls because I do not want to direct traffic to their pages and let those bots know it’s working but we’re getting ahead of ourselves)

Fast forward like eight years. I’m studying on websites that need ads to be free and watching YouTube videos with image ads on the side. And you know who I see?

those girls. Pictures of their faces with links titled “these were the most beautiful girls in the world, see them all grown up” or “what they look like now”. And I’m used to seeing ads like these, with sketchy and sexual and inappropriate titles, usually with neck up photos of the faces of women I know are objectified often on the internet (Brooke monk, Margot Robbie in that one wolf of Wall Street scene). So I’m disgusted and have to move on because . . . Well that’s just how the internet treats women, especially those with the audacity to be beautiful. As objects.

But it had been ten years, I thought. These girls are probably in their early 20s, have control of their lives and profit. I wanted to see what they were doing, seeing what could’ve warranted such an onslaught of pervy ads online.

(I do not mean that women have to be doing something to deserve to be objectified or ever ‘deserve’ to be. I just wanted to see if this was like, people were taking stalker like photos of them walking around because they recognized them or if the two made a career out of it)

so I open Instagram and put in their names. Their page and bio makes it clear the two are now influencer adjacent. Tik toks, fashion lines, etc. I also notice there’s quite a lot of swimming suit photos.

I googled their names to check how old they were. They looked 16 or 17 in the photos and that alone made me very uncomfortable because it was clear this was a controlled social media account by a team.

remember how I said “fast forward 8 years” and “it’s been 10 years” since I saw them as fifth graders? I thought it had been long enough for them to be adults by now. But no. These girls, famous on the internet for their beauty, with a controlled social page where out of the initial 12 photos you’re given, there are 7 swim suit photos that show a ton of their skin-

Are 13 years old.

Let that sink in. Sit back and just let that register. Consider every disgusting possibility, every connotation, consider everything.

Because we all know from every underage singer dating an older man, every news story we get of disappearing little girls, every statistic of human trafficking that whatever we think could be happening likely is.

celebrate international women’s day with our sisters. And please stay vigilant for what could possibly be the next headline

#international women's day #feminism #ramblings #it’s just so messed up and people have to know what’s going on #I’ve been stewing about it for a while #pls reblog

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sweetbunpura · 1 year

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Spiced Chai: The Band

Part 2

There were three things that Peppermint knew at the moment. One, the gala sucked and she wished it could just end. Two, Korsica looks absolutely beautiful with her hair down and in a red, black and white pinstripe suit. Three, Chai was drunk. She watched as Macaron basically wrestled Chai’s fifth drink out of his hands and out of arm's length. Chai tried to reach for it but eventually gave up with a pout, CNMN directed him to sit down in one of the unoccupied chairs and left to get him what Peppermint assumed was water. Peppermint sipped her own drink in the meanwhile, eyes focused on watching Chai now that he was alone.

“What’s wrong with Chai?” The sudden appearance of Korsica nearly caused Peppermint to spit out her drink.

“He’s pouting cause Macaron cut him off.”

“How many drinks has he had?”

“Four, but Chai’s a lightweight.” Peppermint took another drink, remembering back to when they had first found out about Chai’s weakness to alcohol.

“Ah, right.”

Both women watched as Chai pulled out his phone and dialed a number, he stood up from his chair and wobbled a bit but managed to remain upright. He rocked back and forth on his feet to whatever his MP3 was playing at the moment. Chai greeted whoever he had phoned happily as he moved around the room.

“Who do you think that is?” Korsica leaned towards Peppermint with a knowing smile on her face, who returned the smile with one of her own.

“Oh who wouldn’t it be?”

Chai unknowingly neared the women while he animatedly talked on the phone until he managed to run into a, thankful, empty table and caused it to crash to the floor. Which grabbed everyone’s attention and caused Peppermint to slap a hand over her face and Korsica to shake her head.

“Chai...” Peppermint sighed.

Chai laid there, phone still to his ear before handing the phone over in Peppermint’s direction, who took it after Macaron came over to help Chai up.

“Ginger.”

“I’m pretty sure I don’t have to tell you, but get him home safe.”

Peppermint smiled as Chai was handed the bottle of water from CNMN “Oh don’t worry. We will.”

“...He didn’t make a fool of himself, did he?”

“I recorded everything he did.”

“Well then, Good night.”

“Night, Ginger.” The call ended and Peppermint pocketed Chai’s phone before grabbing his arm and leading him out of the room.

Korsica, Macaron, and CNMN followed after the pair as they stepped out into the crisp night air.

“Come on Chai, we’re headed back home.” Peppermint handed his phone back to him, Chai stared at it for a few seconds before taking it.

“Pep...”

“Yeah?”

“I really appreciate you, you know? Back then when I helped 808 and acted all cocky... Everything was freaking me out and it was nice to have someone helping me out.”

Peppermint paused and turned to stare at the man, the others gave shocked expressions at the sudden truthfulness behind Chai’s words.

“Chai...”

“I mean it, Pep. You were basically the first friend I made after getting here.” He swayed a little on his feet before addressing the others. “Korsica, you're a badass woman who doesn’t let anything get in the way of your goals. Macaron, you’re like a big brother. One who worries over the well being of our found family and it’s nice to have someone worry about me. CNMN, your psych whatsit thing tells us the truth and even if it’s hard to hear, we have to hear it so we can maybe better ourselves.” Chai took a big swig of his water. “Either way, I love you guys like family and I’m thankful we met.”

Silence greeted him after his heartfelt words as Chai turned on his heel and walked off in a random direction.

“Now take me to Ginger’s!”

“Mister Chai, home is not in that direction.

Peppermint snapped out of her stunned silence. “No, we’re taking you home.”

“No, I want to go see Ginger.”

“Chai.”

“Pep.” He slurred her name and took another drink of water. “To Ginger’s.”

“Macaron?”

“Hmm? Oh right.” Macaron picked up Chai, who gave a slurred whine and tried to wiggle out of his grip. “C’mon little guy, let’s get you home.”

“No!”

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Don't Take My Bird (MHA Fanfic)

I'm apparently capable of posting on AO3, but forgetting about poor tumblr. But here's the latest fic I made as a gift for an artist on instagram!

Please enjoy!

“Hello. You can call us X. You may have heard of us, and what it is we do, but just in case you pitiful heroes are actually that stupid, we’ll tell you.” A lone figure in a mask appeared on the screen, dressed in an immaculate suit that gave no idea as to the person’s identity. Their voice was muffled, and clearly being broadcast through a voice changer to prevent anyone that was watching, from knowing who they were. “We’re the criminal organization that has decided to do what the League of Villain’s is too cowardly to do; kill the heroes. Heroes have plagued our society for far too long, making rules that the rest of us must follow, and participating in blatant discrimination. This can't be allowed to go on, but since everyone continues to worship these wolves in sheep’s skin, it is up to us in Organization X, to deal with it ourselves.”

“And you may be wondering.” The person continued, spreading their arms wide open. “Why broadcast now? Why broadcast, when it’s not what we do? And you would be correct. We prefer to keep to the shadows. However, our latest prey is too good to keep hidden.” The sound of a person being manhandled sounded off camera, grunts and cries of pain being all that could be heard. A thud of a body hitting the ground was easily heard, and the person climbed from their seat, grabbing the camera and turning to face whatever hero Organization X had kidnapped.

The camera blurred briefly, but as it came back into focus, it was clear who they’d taken. The bright red wings, and blonde hair gave it away. “As you can see here, we have the Number Two hero within our custody. We figured you should see what has become of your precious hero, since this will be the last time you see him alive.” A boot appeared within the frame to give Hawks a harsh kick, the hero unable to stop the cry of pain before it escaped. The hero was in rough condition; feathers torn from his wings, blood spread across his skin, and his hero costume torn apart. The camera shifted away from Hawks, returning to face the person that had taken him. “Let this be a lesson to Japan, and the rest of the world. Hero society will end and there is nothing you can do about it.”

The broadcast was turned off at that point, everyone in the room having already watched it several times over, desperate for some kind of hint as to where Hawks was being kept. The video had played all across Japan three days ago, sending the entire country and its heroes into a panic. Everyone knew about Organization X of course; the newest villain organization that had popped up overnight, nabbing heroes in the dead of the night from their homes or patrol routes, and having them turn up dead a week later. Quite often, no one had known the heroes had even been taken until they’d turned up dead. At first, the heroes had thought it was the League of Villains killing heroes; who wouldn’t, when it was their whole gig? But as soon as the report went out about their suspicions, the League had been very quick to refute it, going as far as to explain that while they wanted to reform hero society, kidnapping and killing heroes in the dark was not their style.

That had left the heroes confuse. If it wasn’t the League, then who was killing all these heroes?

It was by sheer chance that they’d gotten their answer. Eraserhead had been patrolling one night when he’d come across some shadowed figures trying to wrangle another hero into a van. Eraserhead had managed to save the hero and capture one of the figures, but the rest of them had gotten away. The person they’d taken—a young quirkless man—had been quick talk when put under pressure, and that was when Japan and its heroes finally had an answer for these new villains; Organization X.

But knowing who these villains were hadn’t changed the fact that they couldn’t seem to track them down. Organization X tended to target heroes that weren’t high in the rankings, and they always struck in the dead of night, when heroes were tired on patrol, or resting at their homes. And months later, that was still the case. They were no closer, and more heroes were dead.

But this time they’d done something different.

They’d gone after Hawks, and broadcasted it.

And that was all the underground heroes needed.

“We’ve found out where Organization X has their main base, thanks to the efforts of Eraserhead and the other underground heroes.” Best Jeanist addressed the room that was filled with the highest-ranking pros. It reminded him of the last time they’d all come together like this; to rescue Bakugo and bring down All for One. And now they were doing it again to rescue Hawks.

“So where are the bastards?” Endeavour growled out angrily, although it was hard to tell exactly what the man was actually mad about. Best Jeanist just hoped that it was at the villains.

“They’re holed up on Rishiri Island, just off the coast of Hokkaido.” Eraserhead commented from the corner he’d hidden himself into. The man’s shoulders were slumped with exhaustion, which was to be expected with how hard he’d worked to get this vital information. “They’ve camped out inside Mount Rishiri, which is why we haven’t been able to track them down easily. Plus, we have no idea what kind of quirks these villains are harbouring.”

“Which means we’ll have to use caution if we’re going to rescue Hawks.” Edgeshot commented, a thoughtful expression on his face. “We don’t know condition Hawks will be in when we find him, or how well guarded he’ll be.”

“If he’s even alive.” Endeavour huffed. “These people kill heroes. Hawks isn’t special just because he’s high ranking.”

“Shut your mouth!” Miruko spat, ears quivering in anger. “If you think Hawks would just let these bastards kill him, then you don’t know him at all!”

A wisp of fire formed on Endeavour’s face as he spun to face the rabbit-quirked hero. “You saw the state of him in that video! He’s not in any condition to fight anyone.”

Miruko stormed up and got right up in Endeavour’s face, ready to spit fire with the Number One hero. Best Jeanist quickly interrupted before an argument could start. “That’s why we need to act fast, and why I’ve called you all here. We’ll leave within the hour to Organization X’s hideout and rescue Hawks. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you all that time is of the essence in this situation.”

“I’m not resting until Hawks is safely back with us!” Miruko pumped a fist in the air, having turned her attention back to him. Many of the other heroes echoed their agreement, leaving Best Jeanist with the hope that this mission would have a good outcome.

“This is the place.” Eraserhead said, crouching at the top of the old volcano that was Mount Rishiri, pointing at a building that was extremely well hidden. No wonder we couldn’t find these villains. Best Jeanist thought as he struggled to see the building that Eraserhead was pointing out. He was impressed that the man had even found the building in the first place. It was clear that Organization X had had no intention of being found.

“Can you see any guards?” Best Jeanist asked, glancing over his shoulder at the small group of heroes that were with him. They’d decided to separate into groups upon arrival at the mountain, encircling the top of the crater to prevent the villains from escaping when they attacked. Best Jeanist’s own group included Eraserhead and Miruko—since he didn’t trust the woman to lead her own group right now—along with Eraserhead’s co-workers from UA; Ectoplasm and Present Mic. The rest of the top ten were leading their own groups, awaiting instructions once his group has completed their surveillance of the area.

“No.” Eraserhead frowned as he looked through the binoculars. “There’s no sign of anyone even being here. Which is odd for a villain organization to do. Even one as hidden as this one is.”

Beast Jeanist hummed, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “What do you recommend we do then?”

“We can’t just go barging in, guns-a-blazing?” Present Mic butted in, coming up to join them. “If there’s no one outside, they won’t know we’re coming.”

Eraserhead looked over and gave his colleague a withering look. “Do that and we might just find ourselves walking into a trap, idiot.” The underground hero looked over his shoulder. “Ectoplasm, can you send a clone down to scout? Might give us a better idea of how to proceed.”

“Sure.” Ectoplasm quickly regurgitated a clone and instructed it to scout and report back. Now they just had to wait.

“Ugh, come on!” Miruko stomped the ground impatiently. “Why do we even have to wait? There’s no guards! Let’s just go!”

“Patience, Mirko.” Best Jeanist said. “Let’s just wait for Ectoplasm’s clone to get back. Then we’ll act. I promise.”

A tense silence descended over the group as they waited for Ectoplasm’s clone to return. It felt like hours had passed, when it had in fact only been several minutes, that the clone returned. They waited patiently for the clone to report its findings; Ectoplasm recalling the clone to him once it was done.

“Well?” Miruko huffed. “Can we attack?”

Ectoplasm looked troubled, and he looked from Miruko to Best Jeanist. “Something’s wrong. The clone said the door’s been busted open, and that there’s two bodies that’ve been burnt beyond recognition.”

“Burnt?” Best Jeanist frowned. Had Endeavour jumped the gun and gone on ahead? No, Endeavour wouldn’t stoop as low as killing villains. It would go against everything they were as heroes. Something else had burned the guards… or someone. “I think we need to get down there. Now.” He activated the communicator that linked them all. “Everyone, we’re moving in, but be careful. Something’s not right.”

Eraserhead stood, pulling his googles over his eyes. “Let’s get moving.”

Best Jeanist led the charge down the hill, skilfully dodging the foliage as it rose to meet him. He was quickly overtaken by Miruko and Eraserhead, the two heroes more skilled at navigating dense areas than the rest of them were. They met up with the other groups the further they descended, and before they knew it, they were at the entrance to the villain’s hideout. Immediately, Best Jeanist’s gaze was drawn to the corpses that Ectoplasm’s clone had spotted, the stench of burnt flesh drifting through the hair.

Only once the rest of the heroes were assembled did Best Jeanist address them. “We don’t know what we’re facing here. Split up into your groups and search the building for Hawks or any of the Organization X members. We’ll rendezvous here in an hour.” With quiet nods of agreements, the heroes split up and entered the building, all of them in a high state of caution.

Best Jeanist gestured for Eraserhead to go first, trusting the other to lead the way. The man gave him a simple nod, and they entered the building. For once, Miruko was silent, although Best Jeanist could see it was more out of worry for her missing friend than anything else. But as they ventured further into the building, the more Best Jeanist’s own worry turned to confusion. Every so often, they’d come across a body that was burnt to a crisp, with no way of identifying who they’d once been. This doesn’t make any sense. Did someone get here before us? Best Jeanist thought, noticing that the further they walked, the stronger the smell of burnt flesh grew.

“What’s that smell? It reeks.” Miruko’s face scrunched up, the rabbit hero bringing a hand up to cover her nose. He’d forgotten that the woman’s nose was much more sensitive thanks to her quirk. A sudden thought crossed his mind.

“Miruko. Can you track where the smell is strongest?” Best Jeanist asked.

“I guess so…” Miruko didn’t sound all to enthused about the idea, not that he could blame her really. Death smelt bad enough, let alone people who’d died after being burnt. “Why?”

“Hawks probably had a lot of people around him, so if we follow the smell, we may find him.”

Miruko’s ears perked up at the idea, and she threw them all a massive grin. “Oh yeah, I getcha! Follow me!” Miruko sniffed the air, nose crinkling at the smell, but she continued to lead the way through the winding hallways of the building, leading them past more burnt corpses, more appeared the further they went.

Finally, they reached the room where the smell was strongest. Best Jeanist’s own nose crinkled at the smell, and he heard a gagging sound come from Miruko’s direction. He couldn’t imagine how she was even handling it. “Thank you, Miruko. If you need to leave, that’s okay.”

“Hell no. My friend could be through those doors, so I’m not giving up now!” Miruko snapped, pushing open the door before anyone could say anything.

They were greeted by a scene of absolute carnage. Blood splattered the floor, some of it on the ceiling and the walls, and there were so many burnt corpses. It left Best Jeanist questioning if any of the Organization X members had even survived the attack. But what caught everyone’s attention was the pile of red feathers in the middle of the room, many of them burnt, and some still smouldering. Few were intact. Shit.

“He’s not here!” Miruko cried, rushing towards the feathers with a stricken look on her face. “What the hell even happened here?”

“Someone got here before us, that’s for sure.” Eraserhead walked around the room, studying everything from the corpses to the Hawks’ feathers.

“I’m not sure what happened here.” Best Jeanist frowned, unable to come up with an answer to their problem. But the fact that Hawks’ feathers were the only thing here, meant that the Number Two hero had either escaped his situation, and was hiding somewhere, or been taken by whoever had done this. “We need to regroup. Hawks is missing, and we have no clue as to where he is. And we have no idea what his condition is.”

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Hawks hadn’t asked to be kidnapped. In fact, he’d been looking forward to getting home and passing out in his bed after a long day of patrol; having a rare day off the next day. But no, he’d gotten home only to be jumped by strangers he didn’t recognize. He’d tried to fight them off, of course; he was the Number Two hero after all, so it was rather pathetic when he went to use his wings, only to find that they’d become useless lumps attached to his back. It had been a quirk similar to Eraserhead’s, rendering his own useless, and as he’d stood there confused, they’d used the opportunity to bind and gag him, dragging him from his own apartment into a van. It had been at that moment that he’d realized who these people were, and he’d found it hard to keep his fear under control. The knowledge that if no one came for him; he would die, was a very frightening thought.

He’d endured three days of agonizing pain as the leaders of Organization X tore apart his wings; burning them, crushing them; anything to keep the pain constant. But it wasn’t just his wings they targeted. If he didn’t react to his feathers being abused, they would turn to abusing the rest of him, taunting him all the while about his upcoming death. Had this been what the other heroes that they’d killed had dealt with? He hoped not.

It was the fourth day that something changed.

The leader of Organization X had come for him, dragging him by his bindings to the room where they tortured him endlessly. The man had thrown him into the centre of the room, ignoring his cries of pain. It didn’t take long for Hawks to notice the camera in the room; he’d have to be blinded in order to not see it. And he knew just what the camera’s purpose was. To film his death. He knew he shouldn’t have been surprised that Organization X would do such a thing. They’d never targeted someone as high ranking as him before, so they probably wanted some record of it to look back on.

But he hadn’t died. Sure, he’d had more pain inflicted on him, but he hadn’t been killed.

Hawks couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped upon realizing that he wasn’t going to die then and there. Of course, after three days of torture, he should’ve remembered that making any kind of noise brought on the pain. He tensed, awaiting the kicking, or whatever method they chose this time. But nothing came. Yet he waited. And waited. It wasn’t until he allowed himself to relax a little that the villains acted. Pain blossomed in his shoulder, radiating down his arm and through his wing. He could feel the uncomfortable sensation of something buried within his shoulder, and that was when he realized he’d been stabbed.

Rough hands grabbed his hair, yanking him up so his upper body was hanging in the air. “Don’t think we’re not killing you, hero. You’ve still got three more days of torture to get through before we finally end your life.” The Organization’s leader growled in his ear. “That video is just a nice little message to the rest of Japan showing what’s become of their precious hero.”

Hawks tried to open his mouth to speak, but whatever came out was just one big slur of a word. He didn’t think he’d been hit in the head, but it was hard to tell when he had so many other injuries to think about.

“Oh, does the wee little hero think someone’s coming for him?” The leader mocked. The man dropped him suddenly, laughing as he walked towards the entrance. Hawks just blinked, his eyes slowly tracking the man, watching as he stopped just before the door. “They wouldn’t waste their time on such a pathetic excuse for a hero.”

Hawks just stared at the leader, the words he so desperately wanted to spit at the man, dying within his throat. There was a part of him that was sure someone would come for him; even now, after four days of being beaten and hurt, he still hoped that they were looking for him. “Y-You’re… wro—ong…” Hawks managed to say, the effort of doing so making his throat throb painfully.

“What did—” The leader spun around, anger on his face, but before he could finish his question, the door was flung open, a jet of blue fire following. The man screamed in agony as his skin bubbled and burned, collapsing when a boot drove itself into his back.

“He said,” Dabi’s face appeared as the last of his flames died away. “That you were wrong.”

Hawks had never thought he’d ever be relieved to see a villain, but he couldn’t help the relief that flooded him at the familiar sight of Dabi and his scars as the man continued to shoot flames at the people in the room who had made the poor decision to try charging the villain. Hawks could see that Dabi’s expression was one of intense rage, a look he only wore if something had truly pissed him off, and he wondered briefly how Dabi had even found him in the first place, especially since it appeared that the villain was alone.

Hawks was suddenly overcome with exhaustion at the realization that he was safe. His eyes began to close, despite his best efforts to keep them open. He couldn’t hear screaming anymore, or the sound of Dabi’s flames; instead, only smelling the distinct scent of charred flesh. A hand tapped his cheek, coaxing him to open his eyes. Hawks was proud of himself when he managed to open them, Dabi’s face right in front of him. “You… came for… me?”

“Of course I did, you stupid bird.” Dabi scoffed.

Hawks gave the villain one of his usual smiles, his eyes slipping shut once again. This time, a comforting darkness swirled around him. He could hear Dabi calling for him, and faintly registered a something touching him. But Hawks just wanted to rest and escape the pain, if only for a short bit, so he let the darkness take him.

The first thing Hawks registered was the sound of a television playing, quickly recognizing it as the news channel that the League of Villains enjoyed having on in the background while they relaxed. Hawks had found it weird the first time he’d witnessed it, but the League was a weird bunch to begin with. The weird bunch that rescued you, Hawks. His subconscious provided helpfully as he began to listen to the report that was playing.

“Japan’s hero society has continued to be confused at the mysterious disappearance of the Number Two hero, Hawks. Just yesterday, the top heroes of the country discovered where Hawks was being held and launched a rescue mission, only to arrive and find the hero missing once again. It is unknown at this point in time who was involved, but the Number One hero, Endeavour, and the rest of the top ten have said they will not stop until Hawks has been found—”

Hawks let the report fade into the background, not really wanting to know what the media thought about everything that had happened. Although it was reassuring to know that his fellow heroes had come for him, even if they hadn’t gotten there before Dabi had.

Wait, Dabi?

It was at that moment that Hawks realized that the whole time he’d been focused on the report, that something was scrubbing against his skin none too gently. He let out an involuntary whimper as the pain began to return to his body, and whatever it was that was touching him, pulled away immediately.

“Hawks?” He recognized Toga’s voice immediately, and fought to open his eyes. He was greeted by the sight of the teenager crouched in front of him, which meant that he was lying on something—or someone—from what he could figure out.

“Hi.” Hawks managed to croak. Toga’s expression of worry broke into one of her signature smiles.

“Yay! Our bird is awake!”

“He’s not a pet, idiot.” A voice from above Hawks spoke. His gaze drifted upwards to see Dabi leaning over him, and it was then that he realized he was lying on the villain’s lap. Not that he was complaining. And it wasn’t like he could move right now anyway, his body felt like it had been run over by a train. He noticed a bloodstained cloth in Dabi’s hand and figured that the man had been using it to clean Hawks’ injuries. Just how long had he been out?

“You’ve been unconscious for a few days.” Kurogiri, as attentive as ever spoke from across the room. Hawks’ gaze drifted from Dabi to the purple mist-man, only just noticing that the rest of the League was also in the room. Shigaraki was sitting in the one other chair in the room, his fingers interlaced as he studied Hawks carefully. He didn’t know what to make of that; he’d only met Shigaraki a couple of times, and both times, he’d been left feeling uncomfortable. But now, he almost figured the guy looked… protective. Spinner was watching the scene from the rafters, which Hawks knew was Spinner’s way of showing that he cared without actually getting involved, and the sudden weight on his legs told him Compress was sitting next to Dabi.

“Oh.” Was all Hawks could manage to say. He didn’t know what to say, or where to begin really, his memories of what had happened a little foggy. “I don’t… understand.”

“You got kidnapped by some lower-class villains.” Shigaraki huffed, anger tinting his voice. “We tracked down their location when they stupidly broadcast that they had you. And Dabi took it upon himself to rescue you.”

“Aww, so you do care.” Hawks crooned up at Dabi, his grin widening at the slightly pink cheeks he could see.

“I will turn you into fried chicken.” Dabi threatened, although the threat was weak, and nothing Hawks hadn’t heard before. If this had been their first meeting, he might’ve been a little worried for his life. But he’d been talking to Dabi and the rest of the League for months now. Any threat they made, was made out of love, he’d learnt.

“You love me.” Hawks teased, wincing when Dabi put the cloth back to his face. “Ow.”

“Oh, believe me, you’re lucky you were still out when we cleaned the rest of you. Those Organization X bitches really did a number on you.” Dabi said, ignoring his flinching to continue cleaning the rest of his face.

“What Dabi means.” Compress interjected. “Is that you were hurt bad, Hawks, but we’ve done what we can to treat your injuries. It will be some time before you’re recovered however.”

“But that’s okay, because we managed to get a hold of that new streaming service, so we’ll have plenty of movies to watch while you get better!” Toga cheered excitedly. Her good mood was starting to lessen the tension that filled the room.

“And just how did you manage that?” Hawks asked, willing to indulge the girl, if only to distract himself from Dabi’s ministrations.

“Giran got it for us! We stole it from some idiot!” The door to the room flung open, and Twice walked in, his balaclava hiding his face as usual, although Hawks could tell from the man’s body language that he was relieved. “Yo, Hawks, glad you didn’t die! Dabi should’ve left you to rot!”

“I’m glad to be alive too.” Hawks sighed, deciding that he’d had enough of lying down. Two sets of arms grabbed onto him, their owners both scolding him for moving, but also aiding him in sitting up. Only once he was upright did they let go, and Hawks discovered that his body just didn’t want to obey him, and he quickly slumped to the side, coming to rest against Dabi.

“Stupid bird.” Dabi muttered as he adjusted his position so that Hawks could rest against his chest and not get stabbed by bony shoulders. The flame villain’s hands moved so that one was wrapped around him, and the other was running through his hair. Along with the heat that Dabi’s body generated, Hawks let out a quiet chirp of content, his eyes blinking slowly as he relaxed.

A moment later, Hawks recalled what Compress had said to him. “Wait, how hurt was I?” How long will I be away from hero work is the better question.

“Hurt enough that the position you were just in was the only one in which you weren’t crying out in pain.” Shigaraki answered. “We’re going to find these sons of bitches and destroy them for daring to hurt you.”

Hawks was touched by Shigaraki’s words, and the murmurs of agreement that followed them, although he didn’t really want the villains that had taken him to be killed. But he figured it was a touch too late for that since Dabi had already burnt most of them. Shigaraki’s words hadn’t answered his question though, so Hawks looked over at Compress. Thankfully, the man seemed to understand what he was asking.

“Your wings took the most of the damage.” Compress began to explain. “Most of your feathers are gone, and the ones that were left were damaged. We found it best to… pluck you essentially to give them the best chance at healing. You also have a lot of lacerations that have been stitched and bandaged, and an awful amount of broken bones.” The man must’ve seen Hawks’ face drop because he was quick to give him a reassuring smile. “You will heal, Hawks. It’ll just take time. But we’ll look after you until you recover.”

Hawks took a moment to absorb Compress’ words. When the state of his wings was brought up, he wiggled them, pleased that he could move them with minimal pain. As much as he loathed the idea of being plucked like a chicken about to be cooked, he had to admit that it’d probably been the best decision at the time, especially as he recalled just how much pain he’d been in when he’d been rescued. They would take a lot longer to grow back than normal, but only because his body would be focused on healing his other injuries, but he could tell they’d regrow.

“Thank you.” Hawks said. “I appreciate that you came for me, even though you put yourselves at risk to do so.”

“We weren’t just going to leave you with those people, Hawks.” Toga whined, Twice nodding in agreement from beside her. Hawks hadn’t even noticed the man approach him. “They were hurting you, and the heroes weren’t doing anything, so we had to help!”

“They did come in the end though, didn’t they?” Hawks asked, remembering the news report.

“Yes, but a week had passed by then.” Kurogiri interjected gently. The implication was left unsaid, but Hawks understood it immediately. Organization X was well known for only keeping the heroes they took for a week before disposing of them. If it hadn’t been for Dabi and the League coming for him, Hawks would’ve been killed.

“Breathe, pretty bird.” Dabi murmured into his ear, stopping the panic before it even begun. “We got to you, so focus on that, not what could’ve been.”

Tears welled up in Hawks’ eyes, and he reached a hand up, clutching at air. Dabi quickly slotted his own hand with Hawks’ and squeezed gently. Being kind and gentle in front of other people wasn’t something Dabi was overly keen on, but Hawks appreciated him doing so for him at that moment. Through the tears, he could see the League watching him, all of them wearing looks of concern and protectiveness. A few months ago, they wouldn’t have cared what would’ve happened to him, but he’d managed to worm his way into their hearts.

“Thank you.” Hawks let a few tears fall, squeezing Dabi’s hand tightly as he fought against the urge to cry. “It’s fine.” Dabi used a thumb to brush away Hawks’ tears. “You’re our bird, and we’re not going to sit by and let anyone else hurt you.”

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Against All Odds

Part 557

Leah

Leah held tight to Robbie’s arm as their brothers drove away from the palace. They’d had a long rest that afternoon after Robbie’s talk with Dr. Boyce. The good doctor had been prepared after being present for Robbie’s story the previous evening. He had listened as Robbie told what he saw when he’d tried to sleep the night before.

Leah’s chest had ached for her boyfriend. Distress could be heard in his voice and his eyes— his eyes showed the horror he’d seen.

They’d left Dr. Boyce’s office with a small bottle. In Leah’s room Robbie had swallowed down one of the pills and they had stretched out together. The night had been long when Robbie had woken from his nightmare and they had just sat together until morning.

Robbie had fallen asleep first, for which Leah was glad. Asleep, his face relaxed and he looked more like his usual self.

Late afternoon had brought a knock on the door and a summons to the king’s office. Leah felt much more herself from the nap and could see Robbie was looking better as well.

She’d be hard pressed to admit how her heart had leapt when David had recommended Robbie stay on in the palace a few more days. It would be hard, helping Robbie move forward from what he had been through, but Leah loved him with all her heart and would do what she could to help him.

“What would you like to do?” Leah asked him quietly as they followed their parents back inside.

Robbie shrugged.

“We could go for a swim,” Leah suggested. “Or go watch a movie?”

Leah saw Robbie glance ahead at his mom.

“Something with your family?” she asked.

“A swim could be nice,” Robbie finally said, “wear ourselves out for sleep, but I don’t have a suit here.”

“Do you really need one?” Leah whispered mischievously in his ear. She laughed as his head whipped around in surprise at her. The worried knot in her chest loosened as Robbie gave a laugh back. She loved Robbie’s laugh that normally came so easy and joyfully.

“Do ye?” he finally whispered back.

Leah raised an appraising eyebrow at him. “Who says I haven’t?” she smirked. She was satisfied by the sudden rise of color on her boyfriend’s face. “Late nights, can’t sleep, the feeling of absolute freedom in the water, unhindered…”

They had slowed their pace as they whispered until they were nearly alone on the stairs of the main hall.

“Mo chridhe…” Robbie choked out, his face nearly red.

“Or I’m sure we could find something of Leonard’s for you to borrow…” Leah looked innocently thoughtful. “Or of course we have plenty of spare things around for guests.”

“Leah-love…”

“One never knows who may come by unprepared,” Leah kept going in her best royal voice, trying to keep a grin hidden.

“Leannan,” Robbie stopped moving, “let’s go swimming.”

“Sure sweetheart, whatever you want,” Leah smiled. “We’ll grab some spare trunks for you at the pool, but let me go grab that suit you like first.”

Leah watched as Robbie swallowed. “Do ye need it?” he whispered at her.

“Suppose I don’t,” she said slyly. “We can lock the door and be alone if you’re certain.” She looked at him questioningly.

Robbie nodded slowly.

“Let’s go then,” she said, squeezing his hand. “Before we come to our senses.”

Leah lay in bed and ran her fingers through Robbie’s hair. He had taken another pill when they had returned from the pool. He had fallen asleep quickly, but Leah remained awake, happy in his arms, thinking how lucky they were to get a few extra days together.

Leah was honestly still a bit surprised that Robbie had gone along with her no swimsuits plan so easily, though once she had properly latched the pool room’s doors he had been just as eager to strip from his clothes.

She smiled as she remembered his words as they had swam. Robbie had given a satisfied sigh as he gazed at her. ‘How could one have nightmares after filling their eyes with such a beautiful sight?’ he’d said.

Leah let out a happy sigh and snuggled in tighter.

Closing her eyes, she wondered again how they had gotten so lucky.

Part 558

Robbie

When they awoke the next morning, Robbie was in Leah's arms. His heart pounded at the memory of the previous evening. Had they actually been in the pool without swimwear? Blood rushed to his cheeks. How could he have let himself get carried away?

He thought of the night at school when he had come into the room and found Leonard and Scotty in bed. Leonard had gotten up and... well... Robbie had seen more than he cared to.

A smirk crept onto his lips. The royal siblings were really incorrigible! Even if the two would deny it, they resembled each other more than they thought.

And yet, they were also fundamentally different. Leah was definitely the more confident of the two. And the prettier.

Tentatively, Robbie brushed a strand of hair from Leah's face. She was so beautiful. How did he deserve her?

He had had a crush on Georgiares' princess forever. Ever since he was a wee lad. He never thought he would really get to know her. And that she would fall in love with him.

Leah's eyes opened fluttering and when she saw her counterpart, she smiled.

"Good morning."

"Madainn mhath, mo chridhe. I'm sorry, did I wake ye?"

His girlfriend just shrugged.

"Maybe? But... it's not a bad thing to wake up to such a beautiful view."

She leaned forward and gave Robbie a kiss on the lips. The Scotsman returned it affectionately and once again his heart fluttered.

"Aye. I guess that's true," he replied, referring to Leah's appearance.

Even with tousled hair, she was beautiful. And Robbie would tell her so again and again.

They waited a while longer until they got up and got ready for breakfast.

After spending the afternoon with Francine and Granddad, they sat down in Leah's room that evening and called Leonard and Scotty to ask them about their first day back at school.

The two looked quite pleased and told them that they had spent the afternoon at the lake.

After they finished talking, the two lay down on the bed.

"I'd really like to show ye the lake sometime," Robbie mused aloud. Many fond memories had been made there. Parties, picnics, summer evenings.

"Maybe you'll show it to me when we take you back to school."

Robbie looked to the side in surprise.

"Ye're coming?"

Leah nudged him in the side.

"Of course I'm coming! What were you thinking?"

Robbie shrugged his shoulders.

"Well... ye're the crown princess now, aren't ye? Ye've got a lot more responsibilities and a lot less time for that sort of thing."

Leah put a hand on his cheek and just smiled.

"I'll take as much time as I want for you. You're the most important thing to me. And no post in this world is going to change that."

Robbie said nothing, just looked at Leah. He knew she meant what she said. He knew she would always be there for him.

So he just kissed her gratefully and snuggled up to her.

"Ye're just perfect."

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds #leah mccoy #robbie scott

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absentmoon · 1 year

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🏁🏁2 of them please fresh off the press 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

ok fine you may have two.Only because you are a bee -_-

"Okay, okay, okay," I laugh; we'd moved on from the important things, and instead switched to swapping information and amusing ourselves with our differences. "Um, um— oh!" I clap my hands together. "Do you, I mean, do you like film, Benny?"

"Whaddyou think, baby?" He says with a wink. "Got your answer written all over me, hey?"

"It's just, I mean," I fumble a little, thinking of how to word this without seeming. Rude. "Um. You use a lot of. Slang?"

Benny raises an eyebrow, and I think I see a playful glint in the way he looks at me. "Whatcha talkin' about, pussycat?" He asks. "I can dig a little creativity sometimes, sure, but what player doesn't?"

A little dawning dread fills me, like cold water trickling down my back. He leans forward with a mean, winning smile. "But enough about me, kitten. You've been a real ring-a-ding winner of a cat, haven't ya? You got me on the lucky side', baby, out of the way of the big casino, and if that ain't the best feeling in the world— I'm grateful, crazy even, honest!"

He's very, very close. "Okay," I say. "Okay." There's a long pause. Then I remember myself again, and very subtly derail the conversation. "So- So you like movies, huh?"

Having mercy, Benny leans back again. "You bet! And I know exactly which kind of movie you're talking about here." Benny waggles his eyebrows. I feel very lost suddenly.

"You like... um, what kind?" I try, but it comes out wrong— too squeaky and uncertain for me to sound at all natural.

"Romance, pussycat, what else?" He swings an arm around to pull me against him with a flourish. This can't be happening, I think suddenly. This has to be a dream.

"Uh. Right." It feels more like a question than anything. "Yeah. Romance." My eyes flicker up to meet Benny's. "Are— so you're, um, interested in romance?"

Benny laughs softly, low and light. "'Course I am, sugarplum," he says, leaning in close again. "Just for that person, or people. The kind who make me so happy it hurts, dig?"

I nod. I'm looking at his eyes again; they're brown, dark brown, the kind that's almost black, the kind that's like staring into deep space.

Then I sneeze and contemplate taking a full step away from him and perhaps sinking into the floor. "Do-do you want to watch Sunset Boulevard?"

•

"Ah."

"Shut up."

"Baby, I didn't say a thing!"

I grumble a little from where I am next to him. Benny's hands are raised in a faux show of honesty, but I could guess what he'd meant. I pretend very much not to notice when one of his hands comes back down to rest against my side.

It's only a second before he opens his mouth again. "Just a little question, honey-kitten, that fink on screen wouldn't happen to be your type, would it?"

The "fink" in question would be the protagonist of the movie I wanted to show him, a down-on-his-luck kind of guy. He speaks with an accent and uses very, very silly slang. Also, he wears a suit.

I begrudgingly sink a little further into my seat, with the unfortunate consequence of being much more aware of how close he is next to me. "He's not— Okay, listen."

"All ears, pussycat."

"Listen– listen," I feel the corners of my mouth twitching upwards despite myself. "He's — he is my favorite here, okay? But-"

"Ah."

"Listen!"

His grin grows wider, and I notice offhandedly that he has light laugh lines on his face. "I'm listening! Go ahead!"

"-But I'm not— I wouldn't be interested! He acts like a total dick!"

Benny laughs, a bright chuckle that makes my stomach flip. "Oh, baby, you're so easy to read!" His fingers move from my side to trail up through my hair, and I shiver, closing my eyes briefly at the gentle touch. "You've got some good taste there, sugar."

"Whatever," I mumble distractedly. His hand has stilled in my hair, and apparently Benny was perfectly fine with that. "Can't we just watch the movie?"

"Aw, c'mon, don't tell me the cute fella isn't worth paying attention to?"

"We can pay fucking attention to him if you let us watch the movie, Benny."

#combined these two AUGHGHT. biting him -_-#gggrffg thankyou achi 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛..#daisy.pdf #🎰.benny

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pipebombsabitsuki · 5 months

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you know? i feel so still now... like all the bad things FINALLY ended. like it's all over, finally. for good.

actually, yes, i think I'd like another piece of chocolate.

i used to think it was too much, you know? for years... i mean, the chocolate! i thought, maybe i would gain weight. but now! now i can finally feel free to eat! and to sleep, too!

oh, it had been SO long since the last time I had slept a full uninterrupted 8 hours... i hadn't felt this good in years!

it's kind of ironic, though, isn't it? right when it's pointless... everything just gets better! i can only lament it's not going to last long :,)

I'm not really anxious about the day, believe it or not... it'll be like any other day... except it'll be the last.

I've been thinking, you what I really want to do that day? take a shower!! a long, steaming hot, relaxing shower..... like how i used to do, back when I was camping with my friends in school!! i remember standing there with all the steam coming up around me, and feeling the heat all over my body, like... embracing me! it felt like love, or maybe it felt close enough to love... then i stopped doing it. it was kind of bad for my skin and for my hair... and I've been trying to take such good care of my hair, for years! so much so I'm almost a lot embarrassed to admit it, actually. hahahah,,,

but that's what will make it so special!!! we'll take a good, long, hot shower... we'll wash ourselves one, two, three, maybe even four times!! like when we came back from surf class and felt dirty because the teacher did mean things and touched us in weird places! just like that! and after that everything will be JUST fine. and then... we'll be clean and warm and loved. and then maybe I could eat some pomegranate?? I know it's not the usual, but I've always loved the taste.... it's also very poetic, too! then we can dress with whatever we want! we can dress cool like when we're in a good mood!! or baggy like when we felt sad and were kinda mean! or or maybe we can just dress comfy!! that's okay too! ! maybe not cool or formal, and yes, our comfy clothes are a little worn out... but it's okay! because there's no wrong option, not anymore! if not, we can dress fancy, take our favorite suit and shirt, like when we used to go out and party in Sala... and those shoes that, yes, they're a bit uncomfortable, but as long as we don't walk too much they'll be juuust fine.

then i think we'll be ready!

it'll probably be a very cold night, but I'm not too worried about that. I wonder if the cold will be as uncomfortable when nothing matters anymore as it is now... maybe the cold is only cold because we care about it....

so, we still need to think of a place... that's a bit embarrassing, isn't it? talking about all this unimportant stuff when I still haven't figured out the most important things!!! well i guess i am just immature like that.. but I'll know eventually!

so, we'll step into the cold with our favorite clothes, our cleanest face and a full tummy! and then we'll walk!! walk walk walk! until we reach our final destination. and then... we'll just go quietly into that Good Night!

im sure it'll be a long walk, then, but I do not mind, really. it'll give me time. to remember..

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The silent kid

"Hi, im eight, and im the silent kid" i said, except I didnt. I probably introduced myself normally, with my proper name, and a not so interesting hobby. My therapist once told me that my feelings are just that, feelings, and not facts. That no matter what youre scared of might happening, hasnt been decided yet, and you have every tool you need to avoid it. My therapist didnt understand how much more anxious I became after that session, because if we are in total control of our own life, then Im pretty much screwed. I didnt start going to therapy until I was much older, in my early twenties, and the reason behind it wasnt anything dramatic. I has never been cheated on, my family is healthy, and our confrontations at home never got violent(except one time when i hit my sister, but she deserved it, i swear). I simply went to therapy because i wanted to die, and apparently thats concerning. I wasnt thinking much about these things when I changed schools in third grade. I was twitching my heels back and forth, rubbing my index finger against my sweaty palm as I was presenting myself in front of the twenty-something new faces in front of me. Yes, I was nervous, but I also thought things would work out, mainly because thats what my mother said. I was excited even, to be able to make new friends. Except, it didnt work out. The class i entered was a mixture of all kinds of kids, and yes, of course we had stereotypes. We had the nerds, the popular crowds, the owls(those who mostly delivered messages between the social ranks and never knew who to invite to their birthdays) and the silent kids, which would soon include me. The thing is, that even though I tried to solve the social puzzle, I still found myself staring at the other kids like they were a bunch of aliens from another planet. I couldnt for the love of (insert whatever you believe in) understand them. I tried to engage in their humor, and I succeeded sometimes, but my moments in the spotlight would never last and I would soon become the center of humiliation. Maybe it was my bushy eight-year-old eyebrows, my sickly white hair, or my awkward way of talking. I soon began to realize that I suited better as a member of the group, and not as a leader. I would contribute to the conversation, and laugh along, but as soon as I had to tie my shoes, the crowd would leave me without noticing they were one person fewer. Its not like Im complaining, we all need to prove ourselves in order to be noticed, its just the way it is. Maybe I lacked the motivation, or the drive. Maybe I didnt see it as important. After only a couple of months I would stop chasing attention, and id just sit at my desk, gazing at the people outside of the window and fantasize about their lives. The teacher had to concentrate her attention on the troublemakers, and that suited me fine. I soon became the awkward silent kid who would be excited for stuff that nobody else found exciting. I loved adventure, i loved rain, i loved stories, fantasies, and dark mysterious legends, but nobody talked about those things. The other kids seemed to be running an endless race of trying to reach up a social ladder. It could also just be the case that their interests were vastly different from my own, and that was the main issue.

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End of the year fic asks: #7

7. What's your favorite piece of description or narration?

OK, first of all, Em, this is MEAN. You KNOW that my favorite description I've ever written was in 2021. That said, I went through my 2022 fics and came up with three sub-categories, because it's my blog and I make the rules.

7.a Favorite Piece of Description (which I'm defining as something that doesn't move the plot forward, but exists within a scene. also, ignore the line of dialogue, the part I like best is the descriptions around it).

Eli leans over until his ear presses up against Elliot’s leg, but he’s still watching the board. He extends his hand a couple of times, but pulls away without touching any of the checkers.

“Look at every square,” Elliot murmurs, running a hand through his son’s hair. It’s been a while since he touched Eli like this, casual fatherly affection. Somewhere along the way, he’d convinced himself that it would be unwelcome, that his son had grown too old for it.

He wishes he hadn’t stopped.

(From Whatever You Want)

7.b Favorite Piece of Narration (non-dialogue, moves the plot forward)

Lucy squints against the bright blue light of her phone screen, fumbling the device as she dims the brightness to a more tolerable level.

There aren’t any new notifications, but she’s not looking for one.

Instead, she opens her messaging app, tapping her way through to the thread she needs.

(From You Awake?)

7.c Favorite Descriptive or Narration that I'm just Ridiculously Attached To (and the story behind it)

Tim grimaces as he repeats himself, hating how crass the words sound. But he’s taking enough of a risk by being down here at all; he has to keep up appearances well enough that passersby will still believe that he’s Jake. When Angela looks at him in confusion, he moves his hands in a crude shape, quickly drawing the outline of a curvy body in the air in front of him.

(From Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world)

And the story behind it: my brother and one of our friends come over to watch every episode of The Rookie at my apartment. We're sitting there during 5.01, just REELING at all the Chenford, when it cuts to commercial. I made some comment about "I just want Tim down at the casino, freaking out to Angela, who immediately assumes that something is Wrong With Lucy. And Tim's like 'no, Lucy's fine'--" when UC cuts me off and goes "LUCY'S FINE!" and makes that exact hand gesture up above. We spent the rest of the break laughing ourselves blue in the face, and three hours later I was working it into this fic.

(and for those wondering, my TRUE favorite piece of description is from Yeah, she's gonna get married.)

On impulse, he lifts the flask to his mouth for a quick sip before screwing the top on tightly and slipping it into the inside pocket of his coat. It’s nowhere near enough alcohol to impair him, but the burn lingers in his throat as he does up the button and checks himself in the mirror. Every seam sits evenly, every crease is folded sharp and pressed flat. His tie hangs perfectly, snug but not puckered, the length just barely grazing the top of his belt.

But in spite of all that, Tim only notices one thing about his reflection: this suit would be perfect for a funeral.

If you've read through all of this, send me an EOY writing ask!

#this is way more than you asked for #but I'm feeling generous tonight #also I'm bad at making decisions #so you get all four of these #katie answers #emmilina #toews a peek #my franns #eoy22

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eleanor-contextual-yr2 · 1 year

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Questioning identity: gender, class, nation by Kath Woodward

In this piece of writing I will be mainly focussing on the point raised by Woodward that how you see yourself and how others see you may not always fit, whether we want to display ourselves as a certain type of person, or a member of a specific style group, these ideas may not always be reciprocated by people who view us or spend a large amount of time with us. “When I rummage through my wardrobe in the morning I am not merely faced with the choice of what to wear. I am faced with the choice of images: the difference between a smart suit and a pair of overalls, a leather skirt and a cotton skirt, is not one of fabric and style, but one of identity.”(page 13) This quote especially resonated with me, and I believe it would with almost the entire population, do you want to be perceived as smart and sophisticated or casual and laid back? Woodward goes on to explain that depending on what you put on, you will be perceived completely differently. Each morning you must decide how you want to be perceived, what your identity will be that day, what group you want to fit into. “often I have wished I could put them all on together - just to say, 'how dare you think any of these is me. But also, see, I can be all of them'.”(page 13) How we display our identity has become more and more accessible throughout the years, 70 years ago we all would’ve likely worn the same things, girls in skirts and a blouse and men in smart trousers and a shirt, with our hair in whatever the trendy style was that year. With times ever-changing we can now show who we really are far more easily, whether that be with our clothing or hair.

References:

Woodward, K. (2000) “Chapter 1,” in Questioning identity: Gender, class, nation. London: Routledge in association with the Open University.

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iamreykylotrash · 2 years

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stay beside me? always.

psa: the 'incoming war' they are talking about isn't in any of the books, I just made it up for this scene. enjoy!

Nesta took a deep breath, feeling nauseous. Soon, the High Lords and High Lady would meet once again, along with their families.

The talk of another war put Nesta on edge, still reliving Hybern's every other night. She didn't know how they were to face this one, especially since they didn't know who they were facing. It was a mystery everyone was eager to solve.

The eldest Archeron sister was put into the finest mahogany dress, studded with jewels that sparkled in the candlelight. There was a slit at the right of the dress, showing her thigh all the way down to the dazzling silver heels. Diamonds were placed around her neck, her hair put up into a braided bun, a crown of autumn leaves resembling her allegiance.

As she looked in the mirror, she saw how different she looked. Back in the Night Court, she was pale, sullen, as if the life was being drained from her as the days passed. But here, her skin was its original olive, her body filled with life.

After everything, she never thought it could be possible.

A smile made its way onto her lips. It felt foreign but right.

The sound of her husband's door closing made Nesta turn to him, seeing him dressed in the same color as she was. His suit was fitted perfectly, making him as handsome as ever. His soft curls were styled to the right of his head, making his amber eyes shine.

It took everything within Nesta to not pounce on him, being tempted to rip off their clothes and skip this dreaded meeting. She didn't want to see anyone, not even her sisters. She just wanted to stay home with her husband, spending their day together.

But she knew they couldn't miss this. It was too important.

Eris's eyes seem to undress her as well, staring at her longer than anyone should. A smirk creeped onto his lips, "I thought you didn't like dressing up? Is this all for me?" He asked.

Nesta rolled her eyes, "If you think this is all for you, you are gravely mistaken. Your mother has a beautiful taste in fashion. She gave me all of these things. It would seem like a waste if I didn't wear them at least once." She tells him.

The Heir of Autumn stepped towards her, taking her hand in his, "I feel like this court is changing you, my phoenix. I know you'd rather wear your casual dresses than be in these gowns." He says.

Nesta shrugs, "Maybe once and a while, I just want to be presentable. I know that when we arrive at the meeting, everyone will be in their formal wear, even my sisters. They wouldn't expect this from me. If anything, they would think you forced me to wear this, instead of it being my choice." She explains.

His arms wrap around her, making her look up at him, "Do not let Feyre or the rest of them get into your head. You don't owe them anything. Whatever happens in the meeting, we both must promise to keep ourselves at bay." He says.

Nesta narrows her eyes, "At bay? You think that the Night Court will try something against us?" She asks.

Eris sighs, "There is a high probability that they might, knowing them. Feyre and Cassian would want you to go back with them. Elain will try to talk to you. And everyone will be suspicious about our relationship. None of them know what to believe. The other courts do not know the truth about what the Night Court has done to you." He says.

Nesta could see the rage behind his eyes. He was still angry, even over a year since everything happened. She expected it, but he hid it so well, disguising it with his stern expression. She was sure that if Cassian, or if anyone from the Night Court, tried to force her back to them, he would rain hellfire.

And she would do the same if it meant getting back to him.

Nesta pressed her lips to his, her raging passion echoing through her veins. She could feel their bodies call out to one another, craving to be united once again. Their flames reached out to each other, wanting more, wanting to be released into the world that wanted to destroy them.

Eris pinned her against the wall, his hands roaming her. He gripped the fabric of the dress, wanting to rip it off of her. Nesta did the same, wishing that the clothes in between them would disappear.

"You agonize me, Lady Vanserra," Eris breathes against her lips, his kisses trailing down to her collarbone, lightly sucking her skin.

Nesta hummed, "That's your problem." She breathes, clutching his hair.

"Ah, but you are my problem. You are my every waking moment. You are my equal. And you are exactly who I've been waiting for. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you. You are the only one who could ever make me feel this way." He confesses, his voice vibrating against her skin.

Nesta shivered at his words, feeling as if they were making her melt. This male. He was driving her insane. But Nesta never wanted it to end, knowing that he was hers as she was his... forever.

"Please, just take me to bed," She begged him.

Eris chuckled, "After this meeting, my phoenix. I promise you could have me for the entire day and we will fuck each other until kingdom come, but for now," he steps away from her, his eyes still locked with hers, "we must keep our distance."

Nesta breathed heavily, "I'll hold you to that." She says to him, before turning back to the mirror. Thankfully, the eldest Vanserra hadn't ruined her attire, but he did lightly ruin the makeup that her maidens had put on her in the morning. It felt like centuries, but she was surprised she got through it with no problem.

After she looked presentable enough, and Eris made her hurry, they both headed out to the main room of their home, where the rest of her husband's family were waiting.

Nesta's brother-in-laws sat on her couches, their feet propped up against the center table. With a stern look from their eldest brother, they each sat up, their annoyed faces looking anywhere else.

The Lady of Autumn grinned at her daughter-in-law, embracing her, "By the Mother, you look wonderful! I'm delighted that you liked what I brought you. I hoped it wasn't too much." She says to her.

Nesta kissed her hand, "It wasn't, my lady. I'm honored that you chose these for me. At first, I didn't think that the color was for me, but when I tried it on, I couldn't help but admire it. Thank you." She tells her.

Before the Lady of Autumn could say anything else, the High Lord clears his throat, making everyone turn to him. Beron was dressed in his burnt orange suit, his face stern and holding no joy like it always did. He looked at Nesta up and down, assessing her.

She didn't want his eyes on her, mainly because they made her feel uncomfortable. He was a cruel man who had done much harm to his family, especially to his own wife, Eris, and Lucien. She wanted nothing more than for him to be dead, but Eris still needed him for his plans.

But soon, she was sure that Beron Vanserra would suffer his son's wrath, knowing that his eldest despised him the most, but in silence.

"All of you, winnow. We have delayed them far enough." Beron says, his voice booming through the home.

He grabs his wife's arm, disappearing into thin air. Then his three other sons do the same, leaving Nesta and Eris by themselves.

Nesta grabs her husband's hand, entwining their fingers. She looks up at him, "Stay beside me?" She asks.

A smile tugs at his lips. He plants a kiss on her head, "Always." He tells her, before winnowing them both away to the meeting.

#Neris #nesta archeron #eris vanserra

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