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ink3dinich0r · 11 months

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Back for another round, this time with Rikiel! I won the "biggest Rikiel fan" award of Bruna's tournament held over on Twitter, and I promised to complete this in accordance with my win! I hope you enjoy it! You can find the original prompt here.

Note: This is from a transmasculine perspective for Rikiel. If that doesn't interest you, feel free to click away! The content of this post is 18+, so please minors DNI! Thank you!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Loving, calm, and eager to be embraced and cuddled. One of the only times he is because he doesn’t show physical affection much outside of closed spaces.

He wants to hold onto that warm and tranquil feeling of the afterglow while he comes down from the high of stress relief after his orgasm.

Because let’s be honest, sex would be one of the number #1 things to calm his ass down.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Really likes his eyes and lips; he thinks they're his defining features.

Naturally long lashes and full lips that look especially juicy when accented up with lipstick or lip-gloss.

He's so much more confident with a shade of color on his lips; it’s like a mental thing.

Loves when his partner has a really nice ass.

He just likes to stare at it and if they're both alone, he'll grab it sometimes like a stim toy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Loves the feeling of cum all over his face and lips; He’ll jerk you off with his mouth open and tongue out, just to close it once you release so he can feel it against his lips and chin.

Loves rubbing the cockhead along his cheeks and kissing it as you orgasm, feeling it drip down his chin and onto his chest.

Facials make him feel tingly in all the right ways.

Also in his ass; Really loves the feeling of it dripping out and down his pussy, making a mess all over himself.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Contrary to his anti-PDA personality, he might have a hidden exhibitionist streak

Has no idea what controls it, but sometimes his reckless streak comes out with it

Mostly just likes being groped or touched lightly on public transit, as a foreplay for later

Anymore and he’ll be too freaked out–likes to keep it subtle

If there’s an alleyway, and it’s dark, and the timing is right, and he’s feeling excitable enough, he’ll let you pound him against the wall and use him as much as you want

He’s done that a fair few times while out in the early am hours, maybe under the strong influence of alcohol

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Only had a couple of exes that went all the way, so only a bit of experience

Sexually, not really anything past vanilla

Any kind of dirty kink, he’s never tried before even if he wanted to

He played it too safe and got all the partners that thought saying “bad girl” was the kinkiest shit to exist

Knows his way around the penis pretty well, could use a lesson or two on the testes

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Face sitting, all the way.

Loves the feeling of rocking against someone’s lips, and the feeling of his pussy lips and hole being sucked and licked, especially if his cock presses against his partner’s nose as an added stimulation

Loves getting his ass and thighs groped while riding your face

Gives him a good sense of power and submission at the same time; his perfect comfort zone

Besides that, just loves riding in general; loves the feelings of hands and arms all around him and pulling him down as he grinds his hips up and down on a cock.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Can’t help but be goofy sometimes, he has a hard time being too serious in the bedroom

But he’s lovingly goofy, and just picks at little things that he know will make you giggle too

Anything too joking and even he starts overthinking that "am I being too mean?" and now the mood is ruined

He just likes it when his partners smile

He thinks sex should be fun and hot, not a performance that needs to be perfect

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Likes to grow hair, makes him feel good about himself

Just trims and keeps neat, but lets his body grow hair naturally

Legs, arms, underarms, pussy, etc.

Anywhere it doesn’t grow evenly he’ll keep shaved just so it looks nice

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Has a tendency to say “I love you” when he’s really feeling good.

He loves to hold and be held while having sex, wrapping his arms and legs around you makes him comfortable.

He can’t help but kiss anywhere he can get his lips on; mouth, neck, cheeks…

Might be a bit touch-starved; it’s obvious in these moments.

Loves soft touches and smooth rhythm with maybe a few hard bites or kisses to his most sensitive areas.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Super easy to get off, he’s been doing it long enough to be able to cum in just seconds; he knows his sweet spots by heart

Uses lots of toys; vibrators, dildos, beads. He’s got a drawer in his room for them

Maybe once a week at most. His libido is fairly normal, just a bit high depending on how he’s feeling

His favorite toy is a small pulse vibrator that fits in his bag; He can take it anywhere and that's what makes it #1

He might rely on it for stress relief when nothing else works

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Loves being praised; Gets all sorts of red if he’s called a “good boy”.

It gets him wet in seconds, especially if he tries to be a little ‘bad’ before getting to the bed.

Only acts as a brat just to be obedient and hear the praise so much more once he starts behaving.

Loves being "used" as well; being told to "spread your legs and take my seed" is enough to make his eyes roll back in his head.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Likes the comfort of a nice, clean bed.

(Might have crazy fantasies about being bent over his motorbike on a secluded, dirt road, but he's never told anyone that.)

Anywhere outside of home leaves him nervous about getting in trouble.

If he really trusts you, then he'll do it somewhere securely outside where he's sure no one will walk in.

But a bed is always better, under soft sheets especially, nice and warm and in his lover’s arms.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

His body does get hot being touched in certain areas; His neck is the most sensitive and if you caress it right, you can make him melt in your hands.

Rubbing his back, kissing behind the ear, and sucking on his neck are his absolute top three.

Has a thing for guys with tattoos; if he sees them somehow he always gets the confidence to start talking to them about the tattoo.

He's a punk and he likes other punks; he feels more comfortable getting dirty with people he can relate to.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doesn’t like extreme bondage, it really freaks him out.

He lives life in a way where he always wants to make sure he has an escape route and “safe words” just don’t cut it for him, so being tied up, blindfolded, or anything that keeps him purely locked in place will ruin any kind of mood for him.

He’d have to know you for a while before he’d go that hard, but even then, it's just not up his alley. He doesn't like it exceedingly rough.

"Baby girl", "Doll", "Princess", etc. You get it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Oral is okay for him, but his favorite is the facials.

He’s great at giving it, and he’s been told his lips are heavenly to look at: all pretty, juicy, and wrapped around a nice, hard cock.

Really loves someone who knows how to give his cock good attention.

He loves it being sucked and played with, much more than just the usual licking along the sides of it or the folds of his cunt.

He has no gag reflex when he’s calm so he can take a good length in his throat; His ‘gag reflex’ only kicks in when he thinks he’s choking, which after that, he won’t really be able to get past the head much.

But he’s great with his tongue and good at lavishing love against the head with it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual; likes a good build up.

Lots of touching, caressing, and kissing; Hands running through hair, massaging the shoulders while he chases your tongue as you kiss, etc.

He likes to receive it rough near the end when he’s about to climax, but again, not too rough; just a bit more firm with the thrusts and putting your weight on him to keep him spread open for you, if he's under you.

If he's on top, when’s he’s about to climax, he’ll speed up and start riding harder; Really loves to get pounded so it might clap, if you know what I mean ;)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn't like quickies or one-night-stands.

Pretty scared of getting STDs or any other diseases from strangers; he's not a germophobe but he also just doesn't trust the everyday person like that.

Probably has never had a one night stand with a stranger, to be honest. They were all with significant others.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Totally down to experiment all the time, any time, so long as it's in private.

If he puts his trust in you, he’ll let you lead the way so long as he feels safe the whole way through.

Yes, he might even do some…questionable acts, so long as it’s easy clean up afterwards.

He likes to live life on the edge.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Stamina of a God.

Probably all the pent up energy, but he can go for four rounds; five if he wants to get tired by the end of it.

Where all that energy comes from, nobody knows.

He’s for sure never the first one to fall asleep/pass out, which means he’s usually up and cleaning up the room/getting water and a snack while his partner snoozes away.

At little proud that he’s got a pussy that can put you to sleep; it's a little confidence boost after every session.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Lots of toys, even has a specific box of his favorites.

Never really used toys on a partner; Hasn’t been with many partners that have wanted to be pleased outside of just using his holes, although he would love to try.

Loves using them on himself even while fucking someone else, if they don't throw a bitch-fit about it.

Unfortunately most guys don’t know how to please a clit even when its enlarged, so he leaves that to himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’ll tease a little bit, but likes to get into the mood as quick as possible.

Wants to leave more time for romance and touching.

Any teasing he does is more of being lightly 'naughty' and misbehaving, not really anything withheld or denied to him.

If you withhold touches or kisses from him, he might actually get really sad and think you're upset with him.

You can tease him, just not for too long.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Super loud; Moans, whines, talks–his brain gets fuzzy the closer he comes to his orgasm.

Begs to be fucked, cummed inside and on, sucked, licked--you name it. He'll moan out the nastiest requests while riding that orgasmic high: things that he never thought he'd have the courage to say.

Eventually his whining turns into a constant stream of fucked-out babble.

Might drool a little if he’s really getting dicked good, deep inside.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He got his nipples pierced the minute he was old enough and has loved them since.

It’s obviously not something everyone gets to see because he’s pretty private about his chest, so it’s mostly for his own enjoyment.

Has an assortment of gold hoops, tassels, and even some pretty ones with cubic zirconia studs that shimmer against the light.

If he really, really, really loves you and really trusts you, he’ll wear them while he rides you so you can see them bounce and shimmer on his tits.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Curtains don’t match the drapes, he dyes his hair so his pubes are just brunette while his head might be anywhere from pink, to red, to purple.

Enlarged clit/t-dick from hormones; coupled with nicely trimmed pubes around it, maybe just a bit bushier because he likes having it that way.

Some labia that flowers out from his slit; he’s not a clean cut hole, he’s got some definite lips.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Fairly decent, he likes it more often than usual but not enough to where he can’t control himself.

If you start getting him hot, then he’ll definitely go all in; He gets really into it as soon as he’s given the o-kay.

He might not carry around condoms but he's got a contraceptive implant to help with any unwanted consequences, so it's easy to give into the urges.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn’t fall asleep after sex that often, if ever; He’s got a lot of energy so he mostly outlasts all of his partners.

He might watch a movie or scroll through his phone and let you cuddle him, or he’ll at least go wash up and excuse himself to get something to eat and drink while you rest.

But he won’t lie, his favorite partners are the ones that try to keep up with his energy.

If you ever tired him out, you’re a keeper for sure.

#jjba #rikiel #writing #stone ocean

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casuallivi · 2 years

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Flower and Shadow (spy au)

Chapter 2

Summary: Just because Elain likes to work alone, doesn’t mean she gets to do it.

Warnings: Explicit language. Cursing. Violence.

Word Count: 3000

Mood Board Chapter 1

Enjoy, comments are welcomed and cherished :)

The Informant

Eighteen months ago. Mykonos – Greece

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The heavy breathing echoed in the room. Sunshine made its way through the cracked window, and Elain could hear the faint sound of waves crashing by the shore. She grunted.

“Keep going, keep going.”

“I can’t do it!” came the protest from behind her.

“Yes, you can.” Elain encouraged, trying to keep her voice steady. Her shirt dischraged on the floor, leaving her upper body nude. “Do it.”

Sweet collected between her eyebrows. Her legs had given out, leaving her kneeling on the cold hard wood floor, doing her best to make little to none noise, failing spectacularly. Fretting, she pulled the black wig away, sweat running down her neck. "Shit." Another protest, and Elain would have rolled her eyes if she wasn’t afraid of lacking strength to open them again.

"Pull it out!" Elain urged.

"I can't pull it out." The other woman panicked.

"You have to pull it out!"

"I won't pull it out!" She squeaked shaking her head vehemently.

Her clothes were also a mess, wet and dirty, tore in different place, a bruise swelling in her left cheek, her brown eyes filled with fear. Elain grunted, using what was left of energy to turn around and grab her by the uniform vest, slapping her face on the good side. “Valkyrie, listen to me. There’s a dagger in my back, I can’t reach it, I’m in incredible pain, and you have about two seconds before I materialize another one to stab you with. Pull. It. Out.” She punctuated the last words with her heavy breathing, gripping tighter when the girl tried to shake her off.

"You can't pull knifes out, the person bleeds out and die. I saw on tv." She cried, trying to lose Elain’s grip.

"God, help me." Elain muttered not to lose her temper. Her pressure was dropping fast, making grow dizzier, her breaths shorter and her skin pale. Her hands were trembling when she let go of the girl who she had met days ago.

“Your new informant will be waiting for you in Mykonos.” Lady Death informed her before Elain left the room with the details of her new mission.

“I don’t need a partner for a gig so small. Leave the info gathering to me.”

“She an informant, not a partner. And you don’t do decisions anymore, you follow mine. She’ll be waiting for you on the inside.”

Elain sighed, opening the file. There was no persuading LD when her mind was made.

“Accident, natural or hit?” she asked casually, looking at the man in the photography, wanting to know how LD wanted her to fake the details of his death.

“Hit. The Bianchi will take credit for the kill.” Elain nodded, watching her boss relax in her chair, swirling the wine in her hand, her cunning blue eyes sharp as a knife. LD didn’t take jobs simple for money. Elain had learned that the jobs Hewn Agency accepted were the ones that benefited them in one way or another. She waited. “Nostrus has a stuffed bank account at the Cayman island, but his real treasure lies in a vault in Mykonos. Bring its content to me.” There it was.

Elain saluted her boss and left.

Her new informant turned out to be a newbie who caught LD keen eyes, winning a rare chance to prove herself and make the transition into field agent. After all, secret agents made more money than a failed Olympic gymnast who currently worked as an attendant in a Gucci store located in Nashville. Way more. Elain had to give it to LD, because Valkyrie had potential. She managed to do her part pretty well, her job consisting in infiltrating into the target’s vacation house in the Greek island, discovering the vault’s location, and make sure to pass his schedule to Elain, who would decide on the best course of action to kill him.

Nostrus Summers was your usual son of a bitch. He was also a wealthy oil tycoon who recently pursuance fourteen new mines in Venezuela, mines that used to belong to Bianchi family, who was now being leaded by Amaranta. The devious redhead was an ex-navy, greedy and blood-thirsty as they come, the perfect candidate to assume the empty post of mafia princess.

The families had a long-life feud for control of the oils reserves outside the US, but they also had an unspoken truce carved from the marriage between the two family head’s children in the 80’s. The marriage wasn’t and arranged one. The two crackheads “fell in love” and ran away together, getting married in a god forsaken church in Minnesota. The little stunt a la Romeo and Juliet left 24 Bianchi and 16 Summers dead, but how dear old Francesco Bianchi didn’t accept divorces in the family (much less a now not virgin daughter) they remained married, a frail truce being established between them. The problem was that Amaranta, the daughter of the bride’s brother, insisted the Bianchi were taking the worst part of the deal, deciding to take matter in her own hands and putting a hit on her rival.

Nostrus Summers functioned like a boring clock, visiting Mykonos every three months to dot on his not-so-hidden-mistress, which left them with a good window to work. It took Valkyrie 4 days to learn his schedule and find the vault, and Elain 15 minutes to attract him to right spot and kill him. Amaranta wanted a show out of it, specifically demanding for “his fish brain to paint the dreadful white walls of his study in front of his kids.” Elain ignored the last part for two reasons. First: the guy didn’t take his kids to play with their hidden mommy. Second: she wasn’t in the field to traumatize little helpless kids.

Everything was going smoothly, Elain offed the target, dismantling her riffle stretching in the sequence, eager to get rid of the ridiculous clothes she put on to mix with the tourist group, consisting in a white skirt with a purple shirt. Elain was contemplating who in sane conscious choose matching shirts in a purple so deep when she heard the scream. Valkyrie got caught by Nostrus personal body guard before managing to leave the house, breaking a sweat to fight him off, her eyes widening at the sight of the three extra guards blasting bullets in her face. Elain quickly mounted the machine gun again, working frenetically in swiping the floor clean, failing to notice the motherfucker behind her until it was too late.

She dodged the fatal blow, rolling to the side and scissoring his legs to drop him down. The problem was that she was healing from a broken hand, courtesy of a hit in Nicaragua, having taken her cast of one month ago. The hand-to-hand combat quickly going downhill for her, the fucking bastard stabbing her on the back, little Valkyrie came through at last, breaking a chair on his head and pushing the cunt from the rooftop. By the time they managed to escape Nostrus’ mansion the alarms where blasting like crazy, and they couldn’t reach the extraction place in time, the speedboat nowhere to be seen.

Now here they were, hiding in an empty house near the docks, Valkyrie freaking out about her stab wound while Elain trying to think of another way out of the cursed island. Think Elain, think. She urged herself. First she needed to calm her partner to get that damn knife of her back.

"Emerie, sweety, listen to me.”

“How do you know my name?” she asked with a mix of wonder and fear. “No one knows my name, except Lady Death.”

“I know a lot of things Emerie Blumsberg,” courtesy of picking up Shadow’s habit of investigating one’s partner info, “now pay attention. You’ll pull the knife and stich me–”

“I can’t stich a person!” She interrupted, looking a little green.

“You can.”

“I never done it before!”

“You’ll do it now!” Elain grunted, leaving no place for discussion. “You stitch me and we will go back to Nostrus. His personal helicopter keys are on the control room, we have to be quick and snatch it to leave this place before they use it to move his body. But I can’t do that with this thing sticking of my body, so pull the knife.” She turned her back around and prepared herself.

Emerie took a deep breath and held the blade. Elain moaned in pain, sweat washing down her face. She could not faint right now. She needed to focus.

“Here I go." Emerie warned under her breath, twisting her hand around the handle and pulling it. Elain, who had every motive to scream, bite her tongue to keep quiet, and Emerie, who should definitely have kept quiet for the sake of their hideout, screeched. Her face a mix of horror and shock as she pulled the knife, Elain releasing a small curse when the blade completely unplugged from her flesh, a new gush of dark blood rushing down her back. They both stilled, listening to the world outside, waiting a couple of minutes to be sure their noise didn’t deliver their hide out in the hands of the enemy. Everything remained the same.

"How deep?" Elain breathed exhausted. A little longer. I just need to hold it in a little longer, then, sleep.

She rested her head on the floor, turning to see the knife dropped beside her, three inches sticky with blood from top to bottom. Fuck. “Where’s the bag?” Emerie scurried out of the bedroom for a moment, returning with the black backpack. “The emergency kit,” she paused to take a breath. God, she needed to rest. “Grab it. I’ll guide you.”

Emerie rummaged through the bag, ignore the shiny crown to grab the med kit. Elain ogled the bejeweled object with distrust. She didn’t know what LD pretend to do with one of the lost Trove (the most famous treasures to ever exist, craft by the forgotten monk master from the Alpes, bathed in gold and jewels, more coveted than a Faberge egg), or how LD knew Nostrus had one in his possesion, but she knew she wanted nothing to do with it.

Not even the darkest night could hide Flower’s beauty from him.

When he received the email alerting his house in Rome had been accessed, he knew Flower had come by. Azriel had granted her access to all of his safe houses but she had never set foot in one, which is why he was surprise to found her occupying the bigger suit in the two-store house in San Giovanni.

Azriel stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, barefoot, having long forgone the use of shoes inside, a habit he picked up from miss no-shoes-in-the-house. From there he could watch her laying on her stomach, on leg hooked over the covers exposing the light blue pair of soft sweatpants she had on –a twin to his black one. Azriel smiled. He had stored clothes, shoes and underwear in her size in all of his houses.

Here he had filled her closet with cool summer dresses with flowery patters and jeans overalls she favored when inside the house, one-color cotton shirts and mid-thigh shorts and skirts for exploring the city, track suits, black suits and pencil skirts for professional business, and of course the gala gowns and fancier dresses with interesting thigh slits and cleavages. For bed time she had a collection of comfortable sleepwear made from cotton and silk, and not so comfortable ones flowing with lace and helpful opening he dreamed to catch a glimpse of her on one day.

She still choose to wear his clothes.

Azriel wasn’t a believer, but watching Flower’s golden waves draped on his pillow was the closest he ever came to fell in the presence of a goddess. Which was a funny statement since she was closer to be the angel of death, his female Azrael using her own versions of flaming swords to reap lives. The fact she brought death, not life, matter not to him, Azriel would worship her all the same.

He was about to close the door when she moved, moaning. Not the good type of moan that she produced heaving wet dreams, it was a painful one, which captured his attention. Azriel went to her, frowning when he found her bathed in sweat. Moving to the side of the bed he put his hand on her neck. Burning. Her forehead. Burning. Moved the cover to touch her hand. Burning. Worried, he shook her lightly.

Unhappy with being woken, Flower glared at him through her half-opened eyes.

“What is it?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Fine,” she paused, “Until you woke me.”

"You're too hot. Something isn't right," he said.

“Your place is warm.”

“Yet you’re shivering. Sit up.” He ordered.

She mumbled and turned to the other side. Azriel grabbed her arm and pulled her to a sitting position. He used his index to pull her eyelid down, repeating the motion with the other side. Elain jerked away, annoyed. Her last twenty-six hours were hectic, her wound hurt like a bitch and she really wanted to sleep.

When Elain escaped Mykonos, she parted ways with Emerie and picked Rome as the place to settle for a few days, going to the first place she could think of. A hotel? No. Shadow’s place. Shadow, who didn’t understand how boundaries worked, was frequent visitor of her places, so call her petty, but Elain wanted him to have a taste of his own medicine, to know what it was like to get home and find someone in your space. She ignored the fact that she now rented two-bedrooms apartments (already waiting for his invasions), and liked the smell of Italian cooking coming from her kitchen when he was home.

As she made her way through the bustling streets of Rome, her desire to annoy Shadow subsided as her back throbbed. When got to the safe house, Elain showered, popped two ibuprofen and went straight to bed. She needed to sleep and recover .

“Stop that, let me sleep. I need to sleep more.” She chastised. He didn’t budge, continuing the inspection. “Shadow – Ah!” she cried suddenly, sucking a breath when he grazed her wound.

“What’s wrong?”

“I little aftermath.”

“Let me see it.”

“It’s nothing serious. I just need to rest.” She repeated as a tired parrot.

Azriel turned on the bedside lamp, his heart beating faster when he spotted the blood pooling on his/her shirt, where his hand had been. “Show me. Please”

Elain paused, dizzy. She held her head for a second and turned around, thinking of the best way to pull the long sleeve without stirring the wound. “I can’t pull by myself.” She mumbled half asleep, half in pain. Azriel sat behind her, gently pushing the shirt up. His trained eyes focusing on yellowish wound, three gruesome stiches barely holding the flesh together, one starting to open. He touched the extremities, feeling the burning skin. The stitches were terrible, they would leave a nasty scar.

“Knife?”

“Knife.” She answered, clutching the cover tighter when he touched the area around the wound.

“You should have called me.”

“I was gonna. After my nap.”

“I think is poisoned.”

“Nah, he looked to dumb to baptize a blade. It could be dirty tho, there was a lot of sand there. Do you see little umbrellas in it?”

“You think you’re funny? This gash is nasty. It needs to be clean and stitched.”

“My partner stitched me.” She said defensively.

“He did a terrible fucking job, this is a mess.”

“It was a she.” Poor Emerie did her best to stop the bleeding, being able to give her three stitches before vomiting on the expensive carpet. Elain didn’t blame her, she had seen bigger man be sick for less.

“Can you lift your arms?”

Elain nodded and he carefully helped her to take the long sleeve shirt off. She grabbed the pillow and fell face first on the mattress, moaning at the contact with the cold surface of the top cover. She was falling asleep again when he returned to bed, but jolted awake when he started to remove the stitches. Elain cried softly into her pillow as he injected her with a local anesthetic, cleaning and disinfecting the wound, properly this time. His fingers swift and agile while using the needle, the complete opposite of Emerie’s, bless her sweet heart. She doubt there would be a big scar left with such meticulous work. When he was done, his hand stilled on her waist.

“There’s a bruise in your hip.”

“I hit a column really hard.”

“May I?”

“…Yeah.” She voice quietly.

Elain felt her cheeks warming as he rolled her pants a little bit lower, just enough to expose the wound. Shadow had seen her wearing much less than this. Hell, he had seen her changing clothes, wearing bikini bottoms, parading around night clubs with revealing dresses, yet none of those occasions felt intimate as this one. Her nude back turned to him, his long finger cleaning the cut on her hip, pulling her pants back up, helping her into a clean shirt. Another one of his.

When he kissed her temple and whispered, “I’ll come check on you in the morning,” Elain grabbed his arm.

Shadow watched her with those intense hazel eyes, tensed arms cagging her on the bed, waiting for her to summon her courage.

“Stay.” She finally asked.

And he did.

The last thing she remembered from that night, after beguiling him to stay, was ordering him to turn his back to her. Elain pressed her aching head against him, moving her arm to lazily circle his waist, feeling the hard muscles of his smooth stomach with her finger pads. He snatched her hand and kissed her palm, placing it over his heart, the steady beat lulling her to sleep.

#elriel #elriel fanfic #elain archeron #azriel #elain x azriel #elriel fanfiction #my writing #flower and shadow #chapter 2 #can this count as week five of elriel month?#lol #i have no idea where this is headed #or how long it will last #but here we are #editing?#i don't know her #if i open this file a thousand times #i will change a thousand little things #no self control at all

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fallecee · 11 months

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Subtle-ish { Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Reader }

(can we for one second just imagine that this is how he’s looking at you? thank you and goodnight.)

Summary: You’re kind of a tease, but something about Gaz is really getting to you. Is it even just teasing him anymore or are you hoping that he’ll actually take your flirting and longing glances serious? In other words, you play yourself and accidentally fall for the handsome sergeant.

warnings: none, but reader is nearly salivating at Gaz. Not using “y/n” so its more immersive (lol). Probably OOC, still trying to get my footing. Use of they/them.

author’s note: This is my first time attempting to write for any cod character, and its also my first fan fic, ever. Literally transitioning from writing for my literature class straight into self-indulgent stories. Also somehow this is real long, I cannot for the life of me write concisely.

It wasn’t a secret that you liked to joke around, especially with people who were usually quiet or stoic in less than appropriate moments. There was plenty of those around at base, so you had your fun. Often it got you into trouble, little moments of awkwardness and unreciprocated banter were the norm before you were introduced to task force 141 for a joint operation.

Sure, it was less than comfortable at first, maybe you weren’t being taken that serious, but your skills spoke for themselves. Pretty soon, your jokes were awarded little huffs of air in acknowledgement and maybe even a short chuckle on good days. But somewhere along the line, your banter had taken on a more flirty air. Frankly, it was hilarious the different responses and reactions you would get from each member, it amused you to no end.

There was one time you had made Price crack when he had asked you for a lighter, and instead of handing it to him, you offered to light his cigar for him. You made sure to get as close as possible, pursing your lips in faux concentration and everything, only to bat your lashes at him while staring directly into his eyes. He got his cigar lit but he also got a charming wink from you. You remember him shaking his head while backing away from your close proximity, mumbling something under his breath that sounded like “goddamn tease...” in a rumbling low tone. Safe to say, you were hooked on the feeling.

Soap was easy enough to get flustered, always a gentleman but more than willing to throw back flirty remarks your way. You definitely felt the most comfortable teasing him with your gazes and touches, nothing too graphic, just enough to get his attention and win a charming smirk or laugh. Price was a hit or miss most days, either he’d give you a small smile while patting down his facial hair or he’d stare at you in amusement, but nothing more. Ghost was... hard to approach. You were honestly hesitant to do anything physical, never wanting to push it too far, but he didn’t seem to mind your harmless flirting even if it was never reciprocated the way Soap did.

But your favourite of them all of them was Kyle. He was just so... adorable. He had been the most welcoming of all, maybe it was because you were the closest in age but you tended to cling to him, especially when you had first joined forces. Never a step behind you, it was like you were always on the same page, whether it was sharing music or communication on the field. You knew he was physically attractive but you had never really looked.

It might have started when you had become regular training and sparring partners. Price recognised your harmony and opted to keep you both training together most days. He liked to wear this black compression shirt while in the gym and it just... got to you. He was more lean than muscular, but god did he look good. It’s as if the shirt couldn’t get any tighter, accentuating every muscle in his back and upper arms. You felt like you were somehow being intrusive but you just couldn’t stop staring. He’d catch you and give you a boyish smile, probably thinking you’re watching him punch the bag or lift his weights which was definitely not what you were up to. So, naturally, in your mind your only remedy for the new hot pit in your stomach every time you looked at him, was to up the flirting.

That’s probably when it all went downhill, for you.

You’d go out of your way to be around him whenever you could, convincing yourself it was because he was the most fun to be around. Definitely wasn’t because he smelt like a mix of amber, wood and some cologne he’d borrowed from Soap. It most certainly wasn’t because he radiated a heat that you just gravitated towards, and it wasn’t his habit of checking in with you after every briefing and meeting to ask how you were. You’d steal a look whenever you could, leaning into his space like you were just naturally drawn to him. Suddenly it was like you had opened your eyes for the first time. Even your usual fist bumps before every mission or your sharing of earphones left a warm smile on your lips in a whole new way. You were going insane, and the feeling was addictive.

You tried staying subtle, balancing between genuine and playful flirting, not ready to reveal any of your feelings to him or anyone, not even yourself. You’d hold eye contact with his warm rich brown eyes for a little longer, linger closer to him, ask him more questions to hear his voice for longer. Your flirting was relentless and the way the tips of his ears would burn and how he’d look down at the floor while letting out a breathy laugh at your antics was becoming more than addictive, you wanted to get him flustered all the time. But it was definitely just because it was funny, and not because he looked so cute trying to hide his embarrassed smile.

The breaking point was when he’d asked you to hold up some pads so he could practice his punches. You’d happily obliged, unaware that it meant you’d spend hours in front of a sweaty, panting Kyle in his damned black compression shirt. You were really trying to concentrate, truly, but it was just so hard. After every few quick succession punches he’d stop and tip his head back, as if clearing his head. You were practically whimpering at the sight of his neck fully extended, the sigh leaving his lips as he took a quick break. Your mind was stuck on the way the sweat from his face dripped down, down, down, that you had completely missed your cue to move your hand to meet his punch when you realised he’d started again - his jab hitting you square at the side of your jaw.

You didn’t even register what had happed till you looked at Kyle’s concerned eyes. It took you a few seconds to even realise his hand was on your jaw, stroking where he had hit you, an apology coming out of his mouth at a rapid pace. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you weren’t ready! It doesn’t hurt too much does it? God-” he was inspecting every inch of your face in concern.

“Gaz, I’m fine, really.” At your reassurance a playful half-smile flashes across his lips. “Distracted are we?”

If you could scream right then, you would. Because you were distracted, and now you were humiliated at the thought that he’d practically caught you ogling him like you were starving. “Keep it in your pants, Garrick.” Really he should be saying that to you. “What? Not gonna flirt back? Must really have you under my thumb then.”

Your eyes shot up at that. “Wait hold on-”

“Why do you think I wear this shirt? I feel your eyes on me every time I wear it. I’m flattered, really, It’s like you’re ripping it off of me in your head the way you stare.” He was just bragging now, he’d caught the supposed flirt with hearts in their eyes. “This is cruel.” is all you could manage under the weight of his playful gaze. “Come on, one more round and I’ll let you help me take the shirt off.”

There it is, you were done for.

All the blood in your body shot up to your face, and he definitely noticed how wide your eyes went. Laughing endearingly at how much of an effect he had on you, the untouchable tease.

From across the gym stood Soap and Ghost mid spar who had turned around at the sound of Kyle’s misplaced punch.

“Think they’ll stop calling me pretty boy now?” Soap is practially beaming a smile watching you put the pads back up ready to catch Gaz’s punches.

need him SOOOOO BAAADDDDDD

#cod mwii #cod mw gaz #cod mwf2 #cod mw2 #gaz cod #gaz #kyle garrick #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #cod 141

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imsebastiantarot · 1 year

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Swords! Cups! Oracle cards! Oh my! (Part dos)

King of swords: 7/1/23-7/31/23- use your head Seb. That is all.

Jk. But this card urges him to use his logic and intellect to guide himself through the current path ahead. Did I just repeat myself but with more words? Yes. He needs to be impartial during this time when making his decisions. As for love meaning, it means he’s ambitious and likes to be in control. He has emotions they’re just restrained. It’s like he holds himself back from expressing himself at 100% capacity. And only does like 62.7%. Which I can relate to. Who needs feelings. Ew. (Jkjk). Career wise it means he has higher standards now.

Six of cups: 8/1/23-8/31/23- nostalgia. Comforts of home. Maybe a trip for his birthday to Romania? Happy reunions. This could also be figurative and he just wants to go back to happier more innocent times. He might feel that holding on to these memories is the only way he can feel happy. This card reminds us to look happily to the past but avoid living in it. Love meaning…reconnecting with an ex………. I’ll just leave it there. A good time for self reflection.

Four of cups: 9/1/23-9/30/23- this card represents the way we can’t help but take things for granted. Which makes it hard for us to see the gifts the universe gives us. The answer to his problems is inside him, he knows deep down but is focusing on the wrong things. This makes him feel unmotivated so maybe he will be on break during this time. Basically he’s in a rut. And needs to search inside for the answer he’s looking for.

Ten of cups (reversed): 10/1/23-10/31/23- a short fling. And relatives will get involved. So will other external forces. So who could this be?? Oh no. Don’t tell me he breaks up then gets back together with what’shername. Or gets back together with……ale?! 💣 💥 (sorry.maybe)

Work wise the frustration continues. He might still be on break during this time.

Seven of swords: 11/1/23-11/30/23- a scandal?? Either him or someone in his family. There’s a danger of a secret coming out. Could also be he wants to get away from a certain situation. And is trying to be sneaky about it. But he needs to determine if escaping is the right way to go and will solve his problem. I feel like it won’t and he’ll get caught trying to leave. After this he may be alone for a while. He needs to really meditate and find out whether he’s being too suspicious of potential partners. Or whether he’s just leading them on and isn’t interested in a typical relationship? There will definitely be gossip around this time.

Six of swords (reversed): 12/1/23-12/31/23- he’s been trying to move on and make the changes and transitions he needs. But there are challenges he’s facing doing this. He might keep going back to the past; unresolved issues of he’s questioning his decisions. He could also feel that he’s being forced into things he doesn’t want or isn’t ready for. But what he needs to do is look ahead, not backwards. If he does look backwards he might miss out on something better. The love meaning is that he can’t let go of someone from his past. He feels like he missed an opportunity. His insecurities are holding him back from living his love life fully. He needs to realize that he might have to sacrifice some things to get what he wants.

Overall (and going into 2024) king of cups: this card is promising. It shows that he’s learned from his past. The king of cups represents emotion and creativity; the unconscious. He’s more in control of himself and his feelings+impulses. There’s a balance there with his intellect and emotions. He’s more aware of himself. Love meaning is also about balance but of the heart and the head. It also tells us he needs to use logic and intuition when he approaches love. Don’t just depend on your friends to introduce you to someone. Just saying.

Oracle card:

I’m kind of cheating and using an online oracle card site but only because for some reason the drawer I keep my oracle cards in is stuck. I can’t get it open at all and I just decided to add oracle cards 😂. While I figure that out, I used the dream weaver’s oracle deck online.

Beyond Your Fears The Weavers Dance- allow for what is, to be what is. Now is the time to trust Life, trust yourself and trust the Universe. Release your fears and step forward. You might feel vulnerable and exposed but the benefits outweigh the risks.

Time to Dance Around the Sun- now is the time to celebrate your good fortune and share it with others. You are a beacon of hope for many to have the courage you have shown too. In so many ways, your success gives others hope. And that’s an incredible thing.

#sebastian stan #celebrity tarot readings #just one celebrity though #sebastian stan tarot #tarot reading #tarot #celebrity tarot #year ahead #part two

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dreamsinombre · 2 years

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Delightful haul from a wonderful local fiber festival yesterday. I got to spend some quality time with one of my favorite people, drink mead, get sheep kisses, and squish a lot of yarn.

I got a skein of Jacob, two alpacas, and a sw merino that was (somewhat) locally botanically dyed (the one I got was dyed with orange dahlias).

The brown/grey alpaca I'm pretty excited about because I got another skein of the same type (different vendor) last year, and now I definitely have enough to make a whole sweater! Debating making another version of an original sweater I'm working on now, or designing something new for it.

The chocolate/black alpaca was just too lovely to pass up. It's hard to capture in the photos but the colors are just so incredibly rich. Not sure what I will make with this. Might just keep it to touch constantly.

This particular skein of grey jacob called to me, but I have no idea what I'll make of it. It just called to me the first round we made of vendors and then I came back to it immediately and so I got it. I've got a dark jacob/alpaca blend that I inherited from my mother, so I might pair them. We'll see!

Last, but not least, the botanically-dyed sw merino is going to a different home! I'm participating in a yarn swap (partners kept secret about who is sending their package), and I wanted to have a couple local yarns to send to them, since they are in a different country. (They don't follow me here, so I feel safe in posting about it before they get it.)

In perusing the wide array of yarns at the festival, I find myself gravitating more and more toward not only non-superwash yarns, but also diving into breed-specific yarns beyond the usual merino. I'm really enjoying feeling the difference in fiber across different breeds (even the identified blends, like the jacob/alpaca I have) and just seeing the divergence in softness and loft and look and so much more. It's also making me really looking forward to finishing spinning up the dyed fibers I have and moving onto the undyed fibers I have: shetland, jacob, corriedale, and bluefaced leicester.

I enjoyed crocheting a lot over the summer, and have transitioned to working on knit sweaters during the transition into autumn, and I am anticipating feeling a pull toward spinning once it's winter and we fire up the wood stove for the season again.

#yarn #indie dyed yarn #botanical dyed yarn #botanical dyed wool #plant dyed wool #plant dyed yarn #jacob yarn #alpaca #alpaca yarn #merino #merino yarn #sw merino #sw merino yarn #yarnblr

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uldren-sov · 2 years

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1, 18, 20, 25 for anyone you feel like talking abt! >:)

aaa!! tyty!!! <333

lets go w mrs makiir bc i have a bunch to write for her still lololol v quick nod to her s/o Karo who belongs to @damarlegacy

Elora [ ... ] Makiir

Is your muse a good kisser?

Ye! Listen, she was already pretty promiscuous in her youngblood years, so she's been kissing for a hot second. But more than anything there's always a lot of passion behind it, whether that means its slow and teasing or hard and desperate. Hands in her partner's hair or on their body controlling the tempo, but it's always with a lot of heat behind it. She also has a bad habit of not really being able to stop at just one, catch her trying to kiss for as long as she can get away with tbh.

Does your muse like pet names? Do they like calling their partner pet names?

Not at all at first, but she's gotten firmly in the habit of doing so before she even realized she was doing it. Most of the time at home it's a nickname: "love, darling, sweetheart, baby, hon', and my heart (for soft times)" otherwise it's firmly first names only. She did NOT like pet names but she was worn down over the many many years of being various shades of "babe" and frankly she can run part of the Empire or she can control Karo/tell him no, she can't do both.

Does your muse find the idea of a secret admirer charming or off-putting?

She's never really found it charming. Before, she would have found someone who keeps their attraction/admiration a secret as cowardly and pretty unappealing. Now, it's downright annoying. The less she has to deal with other admirers and society's romantic expectations on her, the better, especially during this transitive time in her life. Ultimately, it just gets more and more off-putting as time goes on, until it might even be dangerous this high up in the Sith echelon.

Does your muse consider romantic holidays ( such as Valentine’s ) important to celebrate when in a relationship?

Not always. Sometimes. The day itself might not always be special, there might be something happening that day, there might be work that keeps her and Karo apart, but I think like their lives are so busy and esp now with Mimi that it's that much more important to find time for each other in particular. So maybe there's a bit more effort put in, a little bit more of a wow factor but honestly I feel like they're so crazy about each other normally, that any big gestures is just icing on the cake.

#ask meme answers #OC: Elora #SWTOR OC #MWAH ty #el n karo #and not that she would want to anyways - hes just very stubborn and it might be easier to get commands through than to change karos mind

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megumitski · 3 years

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hi hi this is just something to track all the hq fics i’ve read recently! this really seemed like a lot when i was putting this together but most of them are less than 15k. this has a LOT of kagehina, plus some kuroken, bokuaka, iwaoi, tsukiyama, and a few other random pairings. favorites are marked with a ✨!

KAGEHINA

✨ his weight in marigolds - karasuno013 (11k)

Tobio imagined that the petals were soft, orange, perpetually messy locks of hair, and his fist clenched around the bud involuntarily.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Please Kiss Him Instead! - Bird_Of_Dreams (6k)

Recently, Kageyama has been receiving what appears to be countless confession letters. The Karasuno volleyball team reacts appropriately with surprise, jealousy, and bemusement (depending on who you ask). But no one is more surprised than Hinata, who is confused and more than a little hurt that Kageyama never told him about them. But is that the real reason behind his conflicted feelings?

As It Should Be - gghostnebula (7k)

Based on a request I saw on Tumblr that someone send fanfics where "Hinata is bullied without the team knowing and then they find out." I like the idea of everyone (including Tsukishima) enraged and vengeful. So I. Did that. I'm so sorry. I'm also really really sorry that the 'ungrateful second-years' aren't really in this because I wanted them to be but I couldn't find a good place for them, since this focuses so much on just Kageyama and Hinata.

Five Plus One - Xachyn (1k)

Five times other people thought they were dating and one time Kageyama wondered if they were.

The Crown and The Crow - Yuu_chi (9k)

Somewhere out there is your forever one wearing your Mark on their skin; it's just a matter of finding them.

✨ In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments (5k)

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

four times hinata and kageyama almost kiss (and one time they do) - spaceburgers (2k)

When it happens, it’s not romantic. Things between them have never been romantic, after all. They’re too stupid for that.

spoiled - buu (2k)

It's the Kageyama that gently takes Hinata's hand when they're walking together, or rests his head on the top of Hinata's when they're watching TV, or pulls Hinata into his lap when he complains about being cold. Hinata struggles at first, confused and thinking Kageyama's making fun of him or something, but he slowly starts to realize that, beyond all belief, Kageyama is the Doting type.

Thaw - peppermint_wind (40k)

Kageyama Tobio just wants to get through the day. He hates winter, he hates most people, and he really hates getting up for an 8:00AM class. That's when Hinata Shouyou, bright and obnoxious, literally comes running into his life at full-throttle and changes everything Kageyama thought he knew.

Basically, the College AU where Hinata and Kageyama meet by Hinata literally knocking into him and spilling hot coffee all down Kageyama's clothes.

touch - buu (3k)

Hinata doesn't notice it at first, really. It's small things, natural things, like when they sit together at lunch and Hinata ends up hooking his ankle over Kageyama's and he doesn't move away; in fact, he seems to not notice it, and go on eating his lunch like nothing's different.

✨ Routine - someonestolemyshoes (29k)

Kageyama Tobio has a routine. Up, shower, dress, breakfast, classes, practice, work, dinner, laptop, show time. Hinata is a well-known cam boy, and Kageyama is his biggest fan.

✨ Acceptable Risk - Mysecretfanmoments (46k)

Tobio braced himself and stood, gathering Hinata’s warm body close. Hinata’s weight settled against him, strengthening the impression he always had at these times: that he was collecting a part of himself, severed by some weird circumstance. In these moments he couldn’t help feeling that Hinata belonged to him, and as long as he didn’t talk about the impression out loud it harmed no one. As it was Hinata mumbled a little, curling into him the way he’d anticipated.

(Kageyama and Hinata navigate living together at university while not dating. It's hard—the not-dating part, that is.)

hot - buu (6k)

Hinata should not be this hot. Kageyama shouldn't find his short stature attractive, shouldn't have problems with his eyes lingering a little too long on Hinata's smaller frame, the way his shirts hang just a little too big on him sometimes.

Oh God - orphan_account (6k)

No, class distinction had never held much meaning for Kageyama. Until the day he met Hinata. One-shot Omegaverse! AU. Smut is heavily present within this story. Mostly PWP, but there's plot, if you squint.

operation: find out if hinata has a hot bod - day (2k)

Kiyoko compliments Hinata's body. It turns into a chaotic mess where the team (aka Tanaka and Nishinoya) tries everything in their power to get a glimpse of Hinata shirtless.

Hinata is oblivious and Kageyama is stressed out.

well, maybe i’m a crook - aruariandance (7k)

The thing is-- Hinata is in love with Kageyama and everyone knows it, including Kageyama.

5 times Kageyama purred + 1 time he didn’t - orphan_account (3k)

No one at Karasuno had ever heard Kageyama purr, but that was normal. He wasn't exactly the most expressive on the team, and no one really minded.

Hurt - someonestolemyshoes (27k)

It’s alarming, Kageyama thinks, how quickly things can go downhill.

One minute Hinata is fine, at the top of his game, spiking left and right and everywhere in between and the next he is crumpled in a limp, lifeless heap on the gym floor and the resounding crack of his head hitting the wood is still echoing in Kageyama’s ears.

knock knock - writedeku (6k)

“I don’t need telepathy to win,” is the first thing he says; nearly shouts it, to be precise. “We can play it without me being linked.”

One by one, the teambonding practises stop as they all turn to Kageyama to gape. Play volleyball without telepathy? It’s not that it’s not possible, but that would put them at such a major disadvantage it’d be like having a team full of one-sided Kageyamas.

the hedgehog’s dilemma - drunkonwritting (17k)

So when he comes to Karasuno, Tobio expects more of the same. He won't make the same mistakes again, but he doubts anyone on the team will like him—Tobio's grown used to his solitary existence, to the point where he can't imagine what it's like to have people around all the time, people who actually want to spend time with him outside of school or practice. He's resigned himself to being alone, because no one in his life has ever decided they want to get to know him or spend time with him or even like him as more than a casual acquaintance. Tobio's tried time and time again to change that and failed over and over—he doubts it's going to change anytime soon.

But when he sees that orange-haired shrimp staring at him from the gym doors, eyes wide and betrayed, he feels a vague sense of premonition.

Don’t Make Me Walk When I Want to Fly - MissKiraBlue (24k)

"I don't want to leave without an apology"

After Hinata rushed from their fight he ended up in a car accident.

But when he wakes up he's not dead and he's not in a hospital either.

Hinata has to live the same day – the day when he and Kageyama fought – over and over again until he finds a solution where he could get out of the time loop.

he may suck at beer pong but he slam dunked my heart - Authoress (9k)

After a while, Kageyama kind of just...forgets how angry the floral snapback makes him. It becomes a companion, almost. It's seen him through many a late library study session, through feeding planaria and wrestling bean beetles into petri dishes. He feels something close to affection for the ever-present hat.

Oh no, Kageyama thinks. I'm attracted to a douchebag.

(The AU where struggling college student Kageyama meets and very unfortunately falls in love with his frat boy lab partner, Hinata.)

room to grow - Mysecretfanmoments (6k)

Third year Kageyama is considerate, careful, doesn't grab Hinata's hair. Hinata's still trying to figure out how he feels about it.

Dare - majesticartax (10k)

“W-wait! Kageyama! What—hold on!” Hinata cries, kicking his legs, flipping around in his setter's strong arms and struggling uselessly, scrambling.

“Can’t we talk about this!?”

Wish You Would - longleggedgit (7k)

The title of this document was just jealouskageyama.docx so that pretty much tells you what to expect.

"If you don't want me to go out with him," Hinata says, lifting his eyes to meet Kageyama's, "then give me a reason not to."

Right Here All The Time - longleggedgit (5k)

"You were flirting," Kageyama says, sounding bewildered, almost accusatory. His chest is heaving under Hinata's hands.

Hinata laughs. "Yeah, and it worked."

Immolate - Marks (2k)

Kageyama balls his hands into fists at his sides and grits his teeth as want builds up in his stomach and sets up camp. It's not the first time he's felt like this around Hinata, but it's the worst every time and he wishes he could just will it away.

come on closer - skeletalparade (6k)

Kageyama shifted uncomfortably on the bench, fingernails scraping against the plastic of his water bottle. He was trying so hard not to stare at Hinata, but it was difficult. Hinata was a good vice captain, but he was ruining Kageyama’s life.

2-Player Mode - medea_azyungele (5k)

Are you ugly or something?" Hinata asks, with his usual lack of tact.

"Oi, dumbass! I'll let you know that-" but he couldn't finish because Hinata interrupts him: "Let's turn on the webcams!"

Suddenly, a square icon pops up in a corner of his monitor.

Oh no he's hot.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments (75k)

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

a first time for everything - Mysecretfanmoments (4k)

He rolls away from Shouyou, his breathing just a little fast. His body has been weird today, more like when they first started dating. It happens sometimes—mostly when they’ve been on the court together, or they haven’t had time alone—but it feels just a bit different than usual.

((Kageyama bottoms for the first time. established relationship, iltwycs-verse but can stand alone.))

✨ Color Theory - kageyamz (41k)

That’s right, he thinks I’m straight. Kageyama sighed in relief at the answer then tensed up, the gears turning in his brain. Wait, I am straight, right? Kageyama wants a simple time at university, but life has other plans for him.

cheater, cheater (pumpkin eater) - teddy_or_something (7k)

Closets hold many things, one of which being skeletons. In Hinata's case, there was a person where there should've been a vibrator, and that was definitely enough to wilt his erection.

Song fic to Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by P!ATD.

✨ change in pressure - viscreal (37k)

Kageyama couldn’t for the life of him guess what he’d been doing to get so goddamn beat up, but it was there, and the guy wasn’t even taking care of any of it. The pain was making it hard to concentrate during class, making it hard to think at all, and that plus the boy’s overenthusiastic emotions were putting Kageyama in a particularly sour mood, so he really couldn’t be blamed when he snapped something sarcastic at the teacher and got detention in response.

alternatively titled: in which kageyama, an empath whos still just as socially inept as ever, ends up having a gay crisis because hinata cant stop getting hurt.

seventy-thirty - viscreal (4k)

Hinata was the first one to bring it up.

KUROKEN

reddit boyfriends - NeverNothing (4k)

Lev goes on reddit to talk about his senpais and accidentally goes viral. Yaku helps.

✨ you’re the break lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot (15k)

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

✨ the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony (31k)

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

✨ Best Friends - Mysecretfanmoments (6k)

Every evening they walk home together, Kuro smelling of salt and suntan lotion, Kenma’s hands sore from scooping ice cream all day, and it feels nice. Peaceful.

He’s glad Kuro came, after all.

((During the two weeks he spends manning his uncle's ice cream booth on the coast, Kenma decides that maybe he likes his best friend back, after all))

BOKUAKA

tea-stained polaroids - dalyeau (6k)

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

cookies and cream - norio (6k)

Some people might tell Akaashi that he couldn't bake his worries away.

But some people haven't dated Bokuto Koutarou.

Komorebi - OwlBeDamned (8k)

When his thirteenth birthday comes, Akaashi should be elated.

Instead, he is worried.

"WWOOOAH, YOU HAVE GOT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING I HAVE EVER SEEN - NO, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING THE WORLD HAS EVER BEEN BLESSED WITH...CAN I TOUCH YOU?!"

✨ Upstairs - yoogiboobi (16k)

For about a second, a heartbeat, he's met with a pair of dark, piercing eyes, with what is probably eyeliner, looking back at him. It really is just a split second before his hand knocks down three cereal boxes that hit him square in the head, effectively making him break eye contact and drop his groceries to the floor.

In which some of the first things Bokuto learns about his upstairs neighbour are the colour of his eyes and the sound of his moans.

steam - orphan_account (8k)

bokuto: why is he so hot bokuto: why am i so gay kuroo: LMAO you mean your vice captain right bokuto: yeah

kuroo: i got this bro bokuto: what bokuto: wtf does that mean

Bokuto started to panic.

heavy heart, a love apart - drifloon (7k)

(802): Our sex has gotten so much better since we broke up.

IWAOI

✨ It’s Tradition - MelissaWritesStuff (4k)

Every year, without fail, on Oikawa's birthday, Oikawa has somehow gotten a kiss out of Iwaizumi.

lips like sugar - ohhotlamb (8k)

Hajime is offered to learn the art of kissing from a true professional, one Oikawa Tooru. It's not as bad as he thought it would be.

darlin’, your head’s not right - aruariandance (14k)

'“Our wedding,” Oikawa says by way of explanation, tapping his finger against his magazine more emphatically. “What colors should we use? Color scheme is important, apparently.”

Iwaizumi feels his lifespan shortening.

or,

Oikawa teases Iwaizumi about a childhood promise he made to marry him when they were older, except suddenly it's not really a joke at all.

✨ Bet On It - originalblue (13k)

Hajime knows exactly how shitty Oikawa's personality is, and has no scruples whatsover about betting Oikawa six thousand yen that he can't be nice for an entire week.

Something Borrowed - rageprufrock (16k)

In which Oikawa and Iwaizumi have always been a foregone conclusion to everyone else, but a massive, unanswered question to one another.

The PDA jar - orphan_account (10k)

“What is that thing for?”

“I’m glad you asked, captain. This… is the Public Display of Affection jar. Or PDA jar for short.”

“Now whenever you do something that may hurt our children’s innocence, you’ll have to put money in the jar as a punishment."

✨ stumble into the sun - sunsmasher (4k)

“So,” Hajime says, as he peels off his uniform shirt, letting it fall on top of his gym bag. “Have you guys ever heard of like, someone being turned on by people saying nice things to them?”

Matsukawa slams his locker shut. “Oh my god,” he says.

by chance - crossbelladonna (62k)

When Iwaizumi Hajime meets Oikawa Tooru, suddenly everything bursts into color. The only problem is that for the other, it doesnt seem to happen the same way.

the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate au

TSUKKIYAMA

by any other name - parenthetic (5k)

A Concise Guide to Dealing with People Asking if your Best Friend and/or Crush is Single:

Panic Lie Run

Do you see what I see? - honeydragon (1k)

Three times Tsukishima wonders what colour Yamaguchi's eyes are, and the one time he finds out.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw (2k)

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team. No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.” Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

Baby, this is how it all goes down - psych0tastic (7k)

In the midst of revising for a class test over at Yamaguchi’s place one night, Tsukki suddenly spoke up and said, “I'd like to bottom the next time we have sex."

OTHER

Rewards Program - surveycorpsjean (8k) - bokuroaka

Akaashi enjoys his normal life, as a normal grocery checker, at a normal grocery store.

Of course, it all goes up in flames when two hot as hell college kids dump their items on the conveyor belt.

Donuts. Glue. Donut holes.

And that's only the beginning.

Edelweiss - ostentatiouslyrealistic (6k) - semi/tendou

Hanahaki Disease (n.) An illness bred from unrequited love, where the victim suffers from coughing up flower petals.

Sympathy From a Lost Boy - meraki_drabbles (11k) - ushiten

The figure was hollow-cheeked and gauntly, with prominent eyelids bulging out under thin raised eyebrows, casting a shadow over irises that Wakatoshi couldn't decide the colour of, but rather processed them as a strange mix of crimson and ruby and scarlet dripped against a mahogany canvas.

"Sorry, am I intruding?

#hq fic rec #fic rec #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fic rec #bokuaka #kagehina #kuroken #iwaoi #tsukiyama

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agentofmischief · 3 years

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Birthstone Legacy Challenge

Ok, I don’t post a lot on here, but I’m a huge fan of the sims. I’ve been playing it since gen 1 back in 2000. So, I’ve been having fun with challenges, especially the past couple years with 100 Baby, and I’ve found online. And after reading hearing and reading up on Lilsimsie’s Not So Berry Challenge, I had an idea of my own challenge. So, I thought I’d share if anyone else wanted to play along.

Disclaimer: These challenges mean nothing in regards to people born in that month. I simply took symbolism and cultural aspects of each stone to create a challenging and interesting playthroughs you might not think to do.

Lifespan requirements: Normal (not sure if it’s possible on Short, but if you want hard mode, do it).

The idea is to start with your month’s birthstone, then each generation is the next month’s stone for either 10 generations (traditional Legacy), or 12 if you wan to do the full year. You could also start on the month after your birth month with a full year play-through, so your birth month acts as a “finale”. Might be helpful if say your birth month is April, and you know your month’s stone is Diamond and to you it sounds like a finisher, or if your birth month is December, and you’d just prefer to start with January’s stone. It’s up to you.

These will just be listed month by month, so they are easy to find.

Like in the other color challenges, you want to model your sim with the stone’s colors in mind. You should also build their house with their stone’s color in mind.

1. January stone: GARNET

Color: Dark Red

Garnets have a high refractive index, which causes them to look as if they are emitting light. Due to this phenomenon, travelers during the crusades would carry them to ward off evil. The stone represents Faith, Love and Constance.

Traits: Good, Ambitious, Cheerful

Goals:

- Complete the Soulmate aspiration

- Complete the Law career as a judge.

- Must maintain career until death (meaning no retirement, quitting, or being fired).

- Must have at least 2 kids after the soulmate aspiration is fulfilled.

- All children must be raised with all green character values and no lower than Bs in school.

2. February stone: AMETHYST

Color: Purple

The word Amethyst comes from the Greek word, amethystos, meaning “not drunken.” This comes from a myth where Dionysus was so enraged, he vowed his wrath on the next human he saw, which was a young woman, Amethystos. To “save” this woman, Artemis turned her to stone (note to self, don’t ask Artemis to save you ever, because her track record sucks). Dionysus calmed at seeing the stone’s beauty, and poured his wine on it, giving the stone it’s purple color. In more recent centuries, amethysts have been associated with piety and rank in the Catholic Church, as bishops are given amethysts when they are appointed.

Traits: Genius, Bookworm, Snob (If you have Snowy escape, replace one of these with Proper).

Goals:

-Complete the Knowledge - Renaissance Sim aspiration.

-Complete the Education Career as a Professor.

-Can not go to bars or nightclubs

-Max out Logic, Writing, and a musical skill (Violin, Guitar, Piano, or Singing)

-Can never marry or enter into an official dating relationship; HOWEVER must have at least 1 kid at some point to continue the legacy. This can be through adoption, which is more likely if you want to play pure piety or you have an Ace sim in mind, and the adoptee must be a child or teen. The other option is through secret woohoos if you want to play the more historically accurate, seedy way. **If you are playing with Risky Woohoos, you can have max 2 kids living with you. All others children must be removed from the house and into a Townie’s home once they become toddlers.

3. March stone: AQUAMARINE

Color: Light Blue

Due to aquamarine’s sea-like color, they’ve long been associated with traveling and the sea. Sailors used to put them under their pillows to calm themselves. They are said to inspire peace and ward off poisons.

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Glutton, Loner

Goals:

-Complete Angling Ace aspiration.

-Eat out of the trash 5 times without getting sick.

-Have an aquarium with 10 fish.

-Catch a vampire squid. ** Or if you have Island Living, you must become a mermaid.

-Must eat and learn to make Pufferfish Nigiri.

4. April stone: DIAMOND

Color: White/Silver

Diamond is the hardest stone on Earth, and is often associated with wealth and treasures. The word diamond comes from the greek word adamas, meaning unconquerable. They are the most popular of the stones, and so recently have been “Lab Grown.”

Traits: Ambitious, Insider, Perfectionist

Goals:

-Complete the Scientist career.

-Complete Leader of the Pack aspiration.

-Find all the crystals.

-Must clone a diamond.

-Become best friends with Judith Ward and have a framed selfie with her in your house.

-Date/marry someone in the Style-influencer career.

5. May stone: EMERALD

Color: Dark Green

Emeralds are an old stone, first mined in ancient Egypt. Cleopatra was known to wear them frequently. They are said to symbolize fertility, wisdom, and Spring. It’s also said to heal heartbreak.

Traits: Jealous, Romantic, Materialistic

Goals:

-Master Gardening skill.

-Date and 100% romance a politician, then break up with them.

-Have at least 3 kids from multiple partners (each must have reached 100% romance first).

-Breed a frog worth over $100

-Must complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration

-Does not marry, UNLESS you have Strangerville, and can marry an Officer in the Military Branch. However, when they die, so does your sim.

6. June stone: PEARL

Color: White/Cream

Pearls are created by oysters and are considered the “perfect” gem, as it needs no man-mad alterations. Pearls are often attributed to wisdom through experience, as well as innocence and fertility.

Traits: Childish, Perfectionist, Family-oriented

Goals:

-Must have 5 kids before becoming an adult.

-Must complete the Curator aspiration.

-Must master 10 skills. ** If you are using Tiny House perks, 15 skills.

7. July stone: RUBY

Color: Bright Red

Rubies are well known for their blood-red color, earning their association with health and vitality. They are also symbols of love, passion, and prosperity.

Traits: Self-Assured, Romantic, Self-Absorbed

Goals:

-Complete Serial Romantic aspiration.

-Master Cooking, Athletic, and Charisma skills.

-Complete Doctor Career.

-Must Woohoo at least once in each: Closet, Jacuzzi, Observatory, Bush, Spaceship, Lighthouse, Pile of leaves, Shower, Coffin.

8. August stone: PERIDOT

Color: Light Green

Peridot is the stone of compassion, bringing health and peace to emotions and the mind. It inspires eloquence, creativity, and good cheer.

Traits: Creative, Vegetarian, Goofball

Goals:

-Complete the Painter Career.

-Master Painting, Photography, and Handiness skills.

-Paint 5 Masterpieces.

-Craft a bathtub of excellent quality.

-Complete Painter Extraordinaire aspiration.

9. September stone: SAPPHIRE

Color: Royal Blue

With the most famous sapphires being Princess Diana’s iconic engagement ring and The Heart of the Ocean in Titanic, it’s now wonder Sapphires hue long been associated with nobility and power. The stone symbolizes strength, loyalty, and focus through self-discipline.

Traits: Materialistic, Genius, Insider ** If you have snowy escape, Proper takes place for Materialistic.

Goals:

-Complete the Law Career as a Private Attorney.

-Complete the Mansion Baron aspiration.

-Must start a club with Wealthy requirement ($30,000+). *If you start a fraternity/sorority in University, it counts if wealthy is listed as a requirement.

-Max out Charisma, Logic, and Writing skills.

-Must marry another club leader.

-Must get Gold in Wedding Social Event, and pay full $1750. Minimum of 10 guests.

-Must have a son. (He does not HAVE to be the continuation of the Legacy, but he can if you want. Also, if you have a born daughter, but decide to transition her, that does not count. Since it’s a click of a button without game mechanic influence, it’s kind of cheating. HOWEVER, if you decide your born son should transition, it still counts. This is mostly to take the steps during pregnancy to make a boy (since we’ve all watched others influence for a girl 1000x), That or to keep going until “the odds are in your favor.”)

10. October stone: PINK TOURMALINE

Color: Pink

Pink Tourmaline, also known as October rose, represents humanity, sympathy to others, and humanitarian work. It’s believed to carry the virtue of love that is unconditional, offering comfort to children and lasting friendships.

Traits: Unflirty, Gloomy, Outgoing

Goals:

-Complete the Politician career as a Charity Organizer.

-Complete Friend to the World aspiration.

-Adopt 2 kids (Do not have to be legacy continuation).

-Max out friendship/be best friends with 4 sims before becoming an Adult. The friendship must be maintained throughout life.

-Have a rose garden.

-Write 5 Children’s books.

-Volunteer with family 5 times.

*If you get the pop-up asking to donate to charity, you must if you have the money.

11. November stone: CITRINE

Color: Dark Yellow (almost Gold)

Citrine’s yellow stone radiates happiness, creativity, and wealth. Named for it’s citrus like color, it’s no wonder it’s the stone for a month known for it’s food. Citrine is known also as the Merchant’s stone for it’s golden color.

Traits: Cheerful, Foodie, Creative

Goals:

-Complete Culinary Career.

-Complete Culinary aspiration.

-Master Cooking and baking skills.

-Own a fruit and vegetable garden with every possible fruit and veggie in your game.

-Own a Bakery or Restaurant.

-Cook an Excellent quality Grand Meal.

-Learn 10 Food Stall recipes.

12. December stone: Turquoise

Color: Blue/Green (Teal)

Turquoise is an odd one. In European cultures, it’s the stone of friendship and attracts money and luck, but is also frequently used in Evil Eye talismans. Historically, Montezuma II gifted these gems to Cortez, the Spanish Conquistador. The Apache used turquoise as well, as a charm on their bows for better aim.

Traits: Evil, Outgoing, Kleptomaniac

Goals:

-Max out Mischief and Charisma skills.

-Complete the Criminal Career.

-Complete Public Enemy aspiration.

-Start a Kleptomaniac club.

-Steal an object worth $10,000

-Marry someone with the Good trait, and cheat on them 5 times.

Happy simming!

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softtransbf · 3 years

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Fresh Blood, Old Scars Part 1

You'd disappeared 15 years ago without a trace- what's Yancy supposed to do when you walk into Happy Trails Penitentiary and don't recognize him, because he's transitioned? canon compliant trans!yancy/reader

Reader: he/him trans man, no physical description

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of violence, canonical and parental. deadnaming and misgendering before either of you came out (none by anyone who knows the correct name/pronouns)

Word Count: 2,690

“Hey Yancy, I heard there’s fresh blood comin’ in today for some sorta museum heist.”

“Oh? Know anything else about these guys, so we can give ‘em a proper welcome, Bambam?”

“I know some. The first guy, Mark Iplier, claimed to have been in charge of the whole thing, but from what my sources said, it’s the partner that ran the show- just real quiet-like. I’ve been told that he don’t say a word.”

“Got a name for this, uh, silent partner?” He chuckled at his joke.

“Y/N L/N.” Yancy’s stomach dropped the way it always did when he heard that last name, your last name. Get your shit together. Wrong first name, and Bambam said he and his. Bambam don’t use pronouns other than they/them unless they’re sure. It’s just some guy with the same last name.

“Yance, you okay?” Tiny waved his hand in front of Yancy’s face.

“Yeah, yeah, just, uh, thinkin about how best to greet dese guys. The usual, wit Don’t Wanna Be Free ready just in case?”

“Right off the bat? You really think they’re that high of a flight risk?” Sparkles finally spoke up.

“I, uh, I don’t trust dem silent-types. They’s always schemin’, got somethin goin ahn in their heads.” And if he's anything like- yeah. Gone before you know it.

“Okay, if you say so. I’ll go let the others know.” Yancy didn’t even register who was speaking; he was too lost in memories.

- 15 years earlier-

Yancy knew it wasn’t cool to be excited for the first day of school when you’re a senior in high school, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need or even want to be cool- all he needed was to be your friend. Well, maybe not just friend. You’d been gone for almost the entire summer, and he’d spent the whole time figuring out how to both ask you out and tell you that he’s a guy.

He practically skipped across the street to your house so you can walk to school together, like you had every day since middle school. He knocked- nothing. Rang the doorbell- still nothing. He checked the back door and the spots where you had hidden spare keys over the years- nothing. All the curtains were drawn, too, so he couldn’t see inside. He kept trying as long as he possibly could before he had to sprint to make it to class just barely in time. All day, he kept an eye on the door, waiting for you- the two of you made sure to sign up for the exact same schedule before you went on your vacation. At lunch, he went to the office to see what he could find out.

“Y/DN isn’t a student here anymore- Mr L/N just told us last week.”

“What? Do you know where they went?”

“I’m sorry, hon, I don’t. All I know is that Y/DN is no longer a student here.”

He’d never ditched a class in his life, but that was the last thing on his mind as he ran home, crying. He didn’t stop crying for weeks.

-Present -

He’d never wanted to be wrong more in his life, but there you were. Looking better than he’d ever dreamed, following Mark around silently as he blabbered on about wanting to rally the other inmates to try to break out. No. I lost you once, and it cost me everything. I’m not about to lose you again. He quickly spread the word to skip pleasantries with the new guys and prepare for the song. As he was, you made eye contact with him from across the room. His heart dropped; you didn’t recognize him. You looked right through him, with the same calculating expression you gave everyone else. Of course he wasn’t gonna recognize you, dumbass. You’ve been on hormones for years and have had top surgery. Usually Yancy loved that he couldn’t see anything of the person he used to be in the mirror, but today he hated it more than anything in the world. Stick to the plan, Yance. He doesn’t recognize me, but it might be better this way. This way, I can get him to stay and get to know me as I am now, and he won’t be disappointed that I haven’t become anything like what we dreamed of so long ago.

Yancy couldn’t have planned it better, Mark practically begging Jimmy to punch him through the wall right before the show started, leaving you alone.

The number went great, as always, but then you showed him a picture of your parents. He knew that picture; you took it when the four of you went on a vacation together before you started your freshman year of high school. He also knew that he had once been in the picture, but you’d cut him out. The tape and staples that had been holding his heart together since you left fell away.

He stuck with his usual response to people citing family for wanting to leave, for the most part. No one at Happy Trails knew about you, and he’d killed his parents before they could leave him, so he’d kept his true abandonment issues to himself. Face to face with you after all these years, though, he couldn’t stop himself from adding “they’re always just gonna leave you behind” and a warning about trifling with the past. You flinched a little at both of those, and a spark of hope ignited in his chest- maybe you hadn’t forgotten about him, even if you didn’t recognize him now.

Then you still chose to leave. The rest of the rather single-sided conversation was a blur to him. Later, as he was tending to his injuries in solitary, he remembered calling you handsome and/or beautiful and your blush when he did. And, of course, you knocking him flat on his ass. He’d challenged you to a fight, because he’d always been able to beat you before. The part that truly left him confused, though, was why he offered to help you break out.

All he’d wanted for the last fifteen years was to go back to the day you left and beg you to stay. He’d told himself dozens, maybe hundreds, of times that if he ever saw you again, he’d do everything in his power to keep you with him. On his darker and angrier days, he truly meant everything. But here you are, and he offered to help you leave. This is what you get for even hoping someone might stick around. Let’s just do this. I gotta stop in with the warden first, though…

“Me? Out there? With you?” He chuckled. You had no idea that, with that simple gesture, you offered him everything he’d wanted for so long. Fuck, I don’t deserve him. I still love him, but he deserves someone better than the angry, selfish man I am. The fragments of his heart splintered even more. “I, um. I done a lotta bad things. And, uh.” He made himself brighten up. “This is home! For now, anyway. Maybe next time parole comes up, I’ll, uh” take it and go find you like I should have fifteen years ago. And I’ll spend every minute until then trying to become the kind of man you deserve. “Anyway, I gotta get back to it. You take care now, you hear? And, hey, visitation! Every third Sunday!” You looked down at the box you’d brought with you, and he ran. When he got back to his cell, he cried genuine tears for the first time since that August day when his world turned upside down.

- 2 weeks later, visitation day -

He knew hoping you’d come was a waste of time, and that he was just setting himself up for more pain. He’d learned the hard way that when you were gone, that was that. But still, there he was, looking up every time a guard walked into the room. As expected, they never called his name. The rest of the inmates gave him a wide berth as he went back to his cell for the night, and they were right to. He was itching for an excuse to fight. No one gave him one, though, so he told himself he’d find one tomorrow and got ready for bed.

When he got to his cell, it took him just one second to realize there was someone on his bed, pull them off, and shove them against the wall. It took him three more to process that it was you, and then another five to step back and let you go.

“Sorry for scaring you, Yancy. I didn’t mean to. It’s just… it’s visitation day, but I’m still wanted for the escape you helped me pull off, and I haven’t decided if I want to come back for good or not.” He stood there, frozen. You chuckled nervously. “I get it, your turn to be the quiet one. I’m sorry about that, by the way. There was a lot to process all at once, and I just kinda shut down when I get overwhelmed.”

I know. I remember that you didn’t say a single word our first day of high school, Yancy wanted to say. He wanted to say something, anything, but you being there and so close was just too much.

“Okay, so, honesty time; there’s a specific reason I came back.” You took a deep breath. “I haven’t been able to shake this feeling that I know you, somehow. But I know I’d remember meeting you- no way I’d forget someone like you. Anyway, I'm probably way off base and ridiculous. I guess I just wanted to tell you?” You ran your hand through your hair. “God, that sounds even flimsier than it felt in my head. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It, uh. It means a lot that you came back to say that.”

“Uh, Yancy? What happened to your accent?”

“Shit. Um. C’mere.” He muttered, as he sat down on his bed and pulled you down next to him. He prayed that you couldn’t hear how his heart started racing when he noticed your knees were touching. “No one here knows that the accent isn’t how I always speak. Not even the warden. I’ve been here five years and haven’t dropped it once. Anyone learns about this, and you’re dead, understand?” He knew that the threat was empty, but you seemed to believe it.

“Yeah, yeah, I do, don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me. I gotta ask, though- why fake it? It seems like a lot of effort. You don’t owe me an explanation, of course, but since you’re heart-on-your-sleeve about your parents, it must be one hell of a reason. I bet it’d feel good to let it off your chest. I can promise to leave and never come back if you do- a burden shared is a burden halved, and if I’m gone, you can be 100% sure no one here will know.”

He took a deep breath. “Something flipped my world on its head, and I needed to distance myself from who I was before. That’s an odd phrase, though- ‘a burden shared is a burden halved’. Where’d you pick that up?”

“Oh, um. The mom of someone I loved a long time ago used to say it a lot. It just kinda stuck, I guess.”

“Loved, huh? You break their heart, or did they break yours?” Yancy was surprised he got the words out without his voice shaking or cracking. You were silent for a long time, and Yancy was sure he’d pushed too hard and you would completely shut down or, worse, leave altogether.

“Sorry, I haven’t talked about this… ever." Your voice shook. "I’ve never talked to anyone about this. I don’t know if I was loved back, but if so, I was the heartbreaker. I didn’t mean to be- I couldn’t control having to leave, and I didn’t know I wasn’t coming back until it was too late. I couldn’t say goodbye. I’ve hoped every day for the last fifteen years that my feelings were unrequited, though. I’m happy to have the pain of an unrequited first love if it means she wasn’t heartbroken.” The incorrect pronoun stung a bit, but you didn’t know, and you’d loved him back all those years ago. He was invincible.

“Have you tried reaching out? Even if your feelings were one-sided, I think you owe it to both of you to say them, at least once.” He reached out and took your hands without thinking. You didn't stop him, and he felt like he could fly.

“I tried, actually. About eight years ago, I'd, uh, escaped and was finally an actual person again after everything that was done to and taken from me, so I started looking for her. But it’s like she vanished off the face of the earth five years to the day after we were separated. It’s actually how I met Mark- I got into some deep and shady shit looking. I only gave up last year. Nothing turned up in seven years of searching, so I have to figure that she did something incredibly stupid a decade ago and got herself killed.”

“I didn’t die. Just the name did.” Yancy breathed. A half second later, he realized he’d said it out loud, and his heart stopped. You took your hands out of his and scooted away.

“Yancy. Are you trying to tell me that you’re- that we- oh my god. It is you. I knew I knew you. Everything else is different, but I should have recognized your eyes. I guess some part of me did. But you- I- I thought you were dead.”

“As you can see, I’m not dead, Brain. And for the record, your feelings were definitely not one-sided.” He reached out and cupped your cheek with one hand.

“Shit, Pinky, it really is you.”

Yancy had dreamed about how seeing you again would go in a million different ways. Not a single one of those included you practically jumping into his lap and kissing him with a lifetime's worth of love and want.

He let out an undignified whine when you broke the kiss. “Wait, wait. You knew from the second I walked in here who I was, didn’t you? You tried so hard to stop me from leaving… but then you helped me do just that. You chose to stay here when I asked you to come with me. Then I came back, and you got me to say all those things… And we’re both trans and wound up here? This is all just. So much. I can’t- I can’t do this.” You got off his lap and scooted to the far end of the bed.

“What are you saying, Y/N? That you’re leaving? Again?” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice.

You stood up and faced him. “You do not get to play that card. You don’t know how much I went through trying to find a way to tell you I was sorry, that I didn’t know that the trip was a permanent one until we were on the other side of the country. Dad said that I'd never see mom again, and he’d kill me if I tried to get in touch with you or anyone else from back home. He broke my arm to prove he meant it. I can’t stay here to unpack all of this. I have to go. But you can come with me. I mean it even more now than I did last time. I’m not leaving you, I’m leaving here.”

You walked to the cell door and looked back at him with a sigh. “But I know you, and you have a family here. I’ll get you my address- it’s your turn to come to me, when you’re ready. I’ve waited 15 years to be with you again, what’s a little bit longer?” Without giving him a chance to respond, you kissed him again and were gone.

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canyouhearthelight · 3 years

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The Miys, Ch. 157

Helloooo! Happy Tuesday, and apologies in advance for the the brevity of this author’s note.

Second half of the Ark Holiday, after this the action starts ramping up again.

Thanks, as always, to @baelpenrose, @the-raven-fae, @charlylimph-blog.

Shaking off the memory of fine white dust covering every surface in my quarters, I made my way back to the entrance and dropped off the now-empty lunchbox with the vendor. A long line had formed by this point, so I just flashed a smile and two thumbs up in appreciation of their hard work before making my way toward the quiet rooms to check on them. We had expanded from twelve to nineteen by now, and it seemed to relieve some of the strain on reserving them. For today, we had also made the tough call to black out reservations for the rooms, instead opening them on a shared basis with strict noise level monitoring. Alerts were currently being routed to Xiomara, with a two hour rotation set up among her, Evan, myself, Antoine, Grey, Parvati, and Hannah. To my knowledge, nothing had been reported and I hoped it stayed that way.

Out of respect for privacy, I didn’t poke my head in any of the rooms, instead checking the external panels for occupancy and noise levels. One of the Green rooms and two of the Night rooms were vacant, and I made a note to follow up on which rooms showed the least use and may need to be re-done. Personally, I loved the Night theme, but everyone had different tastes.

Just past the quiet rooms, Hannah and Parvati’s party started. After five steps, I could only gasp - the effect was absolutely magical, more so than the mock up had been. The sod was an incredibly soft moss rather than grass, and clever use of emitters thoroughly tricked the eye into believing you were looking at impossibly tall trees and an open sky rather than the familiar ceiling of the corridor. My fingers itched to reach up and try touching a leaf.

“Some of them are real.” Hannah’s soft voice interrupted my reverie, and I turned to see her handing me a glass. “White wine, your favorite.”

“Thank you… You two have really outdone yourselves.”

She just smiled. “We had a lot of help.” Gently, she reached out and rubbed a leaf between her fingers. “Sam helped us with this, mostly.”

Doing a double-take, I reached to my other side and trailed my fingers over a vine. “They’re real…”

“The vines are, not the trees. He did a great job bringing in the trellises and hiding them.”

“There’s no way in hell he said anything to Conor,” I joked. “I would have heard.”

A full smile lit up her face. “That was Sam’s idea, actually. He swore that Conor can’t keep a secret, and he wanted this to be a surprise.”

“Consider me surprised,” I confessed, hooking an arm through one of hers and strolling through the path. “I don’t even know when this could have been set up - I saw the rest of it yesterday, and there were no vines then.”

She bumped my shoulder playfully with hers. “While you were dropping off the care packages. The logistics were a nightmare.”

Voices up ahead alerted us to the first group of revellers. Six or seven people had dressed in full ball gowns and suits with tails, masks obscuring their features as they swept through a waltz, full orchestral music playing from their wrists. The flow of the dance and the smooth transition between partners made it very difficult to tell exactly how many people were in the group, but hushed conversation and laughter surrounded us as we crossed the dance floor.

Someone had definitely gotten the ‘dream’ memo.

We reached the first break in the ‘trees’, and I gasped when I sipped my drink and caught sight of my hand: stars stood out on my skin, glowing as much as the artificial night sky above us. Hannah laughed again at my reaction, and I stumbled when I saw the stardust arching from her eyes like comets.

“Charly,” she explained with a gesture at her face. “We used some of her glitter for the stars, and she used the same glitter in the paint bombs. The paint comes off in the shower, the glitter not so much.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Star stuff!” I squealed as I spun in a circle, nearly spilling my drink before Hannah snatched it away. “We’re all made of star stuff!”

“Exactly,” she giggled. “But even if no one gets the reference, it’s fun and feels magical.”

Magical was the only word to describe the next group we encountered. This one was only three people, but all of them were covered in lights and glowing paint, dancing freely. The woman had a pair of wings floating behind her, and both her partners swirled her through pirouettes and leaps under the night sky. Across the corridor, a fourth person sat on a chair that was covered to look like a moss-colored stone, their focus split between the dancers and a sketchpad on their lap.

The further we walked, the more small groups we passed. Some were seated in the floor of an alcove, sharing plates of small snacks and laughter. One pair were engaged in game after game of speed-chess for what sounded like increasingly impossible and absurd favors. Dancers galore, half of which performed to music only they could hear. Xiomara was lounging on a set of cushions, watching Parvati hold court telling stories of her time in the Anti-Baconist Resistance to four fascinated listeners. Games of chance were played, where the losers seemed to be having more fun than the winners. No fewer than three mad tea parties, and what I could only determine was a game of Calvin-ball.

We found Tyche, draped over a fainting couch. She was petting Mac with one hand, and playing with a glass rose in the other. Her air of seeming relaxation was only ruined by frequently having to move a plate of meats and cheeses out of Mac’s reach.

I flopped down on the floor beside her and lifted the plate in question out of Mac’s reach. “You’re so dramatic,” I joked.

“Me? Dramatic?” She barely turned her head to glare down at me, brushing the rose against her cheek for effect. “Never.”

Smiling, I popped some of the cheese in my mouth, chewing carefully. There was no telling what she had chosen. “This was your dream? Just draping yourself over a couch like a blanket?”

“Part of it,” she admitted. “There’s a D&D session soon, I’ll probably join that. I just wanted to see if this was as decadent as I always imagined.” Rolling her head to look at me more fully, she pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose. “It’s not, really. I’m disappointed.”

“The rose is nice,” I offered.

“Duh. I’m keeping it, by the way.”

“Where’s Antoine?” I asked, looking around. “I thought he would be with you.”

She waved her hand vaguely. “He is enjoying getting to walk barefoot on grass for the first time in almost twenty years. Who can blame him? Even the masquerade dancers were barefoot.”

“Did you see the fairy?” I asked, excited, looking between her and Hannah. “Those wings were amazing.”

Hannah nodded in agreement. “I think those wings were made by the same person who made Nixe’s new tail. That or one hell of a costumer with an axe to grind.”

“I would do the same thing,” Tyche admitted. “Wings are a pain in the ass to make. They never lay properly.” With a groan, she sat up, sending a deeply-offended Mac to the floor. “Okay, time to find a new dream before the game starts.”

“I hear some people are playing hide-and-seek,” Hannah suggested as we started back down the corridor. “Let’s go see if we can join.”

Both women stopped mid-stride as I pulled away and gave them a confused look. “Hannah. If we can find them, they aren’t very good, are they?”

Swatting at me, she chased me when I started dodging down the corridor out of her reach, all of us laughing.

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heyitssmiller · 3 years

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Clandestine: Chapter Nine

Another cliffhanger? Me? Nah.

All characters belong to @lumosinlove

@donttouchmycarrots is the best and I love her so much. She also inspired a lot of this chapter’s angst, so it’s not all my fault this time! <3

CW: violence, blood/injuries, guns/gun violence

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Sirius woke up alone. This in and of itself wasn’t unusual, until he remembered the events of the night before. Wandering hands, soft, needy sighs, and warm lips that kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. He rolled onto his stomach and smothered himself with his pillow to hide the smile that took over his entire face, heart beating giddily in his chest. That happened.

Holy shit.

But that begged the question: where was he?

Sirius stayed in bed for a few moments, thinking that maybe Remus was coming back, but then he got too impatient and crawled out of bed to go searching. If he was camped out in front of that laptop again this early… but no. He was standing in front of the stove, prodding at the contents of a frying pan. The smell of coffee reached Sirius and he smiled again as he entered the kitchen, making sure his footsteps were loud enough for Remus to hear - that way it wasn’t a surprise when he came to stand behind Remus and wrapped his arms around his waist, hooking his chin on his shoulder to watch what was happening on the stove.

A general rule of dating a spy - don’t sneak up on them. It tends to end badly.

“Morning.” Sirius mumbled, turning his head to press a lingering kiss to a tendon in Remus’ neck and smiling against warm skin. Remus hummed, leaning back into Sirius’ chest and angling his neck to give him better access. That simple, innocuous motion stole Sirius’ breath. Remus didn’t trust easily - Sirius could understand why, given everything he’d been through. But there he was, relaxed against Sirius, eyes closed, completely trusting. Sirius wasn’t exactly sure what to do with something so precious, but damn he really didn’t want to screw this up. So he continued to place kiss after kiss to Remus’s skin, finding a ticklish spot right below his ear that made him laugh and squirm in Sirius’ arms before he shoved him away, a wide, happy smile on his face.

Had Sirius ever been this happy before? He doubted it.

“So what’s for breakfast, chef?” He asked, peering at the frying pan. Remus turned the stove off and grabbed plates from the cabinet by the fridge while Sirius grabbed silverware and napkins. It was incredibly domestic. Sirius couldn’t get enough of it.

“Scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee. Nothing gourmet, but it’s the best I can do.” He answered as he scooped eggs out of the frying pan and grabbed toast from the toaster, then handed the plate to Sirius. They took their plates to the tiny kitchen table, along with the coffee and creamer and jams before sitting down to eat.

It was… nice. Their relationship had changed a lot the night before, but it was easy - a seamless transition from friends to more. He’d always assumed there would be some awkwardness with a big change like that, but it felt normal. Remus still teased him for how he took his coffee, Sirius still kicked him for it. They went over their plans for the day and what they wanted to get done. The ease of it all made Sirius wonder just how long they’d been teetering over that precipice.

It also made him feel guilty, how happy he was when his brother was still trapped with the Snakes and Finn still missing. Remus seemed to recognize his shift in emotion and smiled sadly, reaching across the table to tangle their hands together.

“We’re going to figure something out.” He said quietly before taking a sip of coffee, not once letting go of Sirius’ hand but playing with his fingers absentmindedly. It made it a bit tricky to eat, but Sirius couldn’t say he minded one bit.

He hoped Remus was right.

***

“Update?” Talker asked as soon as Remus and Sirius entered the office, looking tired. He kept pace with them as they walked, eager for a response. He and Finn were pretty close, constantly cracking jokes and trading jabs and playing pranks. But then again, Finn was a very outgoing guy - he was pretty close with a lot of people.

Sure enough, as they rounded the corner they found a gathering of people outside Remus’ office, all friends. All worried.

And a stranger standing next to Kasey, watching them as they approached. Red hair, brown eyes, faint freckles.

Remus didn’t have to ask who he was.

He stuck his hand out for the agent to shake. “O’Hara.”

Alex shook his hand briefly, soulful eyes a myriad of warring emotions. “Please tell me what the hell is going on.”

Remus looked at him, then the rest of the people around his office. They all needed to know what was going on, but he felt like Alex deserved the chance to hear this on his own, without the prying eyes of a bunch of strangers.

Sirius seemed to know exactly what he needed. It was like a sixth sense. “Lions, to the conference room! I’ll tell you what we know.” He gave Remus a warm smile, one that he was helpless to return. Last night was… blinding, as strange as it sounded. Sirius was all he could see now - the bright, expressive eyes, full, addictive lips, and wow he needed to get off this train of thought quickly. He had important things to do today.

Sirius seemed to know exactly what was on his mind. His smile turned secretive and sly before he shot Remus a wink and led the way to the conference room, leaving only Alex. Remus looked at him, then jerked his head towards his office. Alex followed after him and instantly sat down in one of the extra chairs, eyes never leaving Remus. He looked tired, worried, desperate for answers.

Remus sighed, an ache in his chest. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like for him, dealing with his younger brother being kidnapped. If it was Jules, Remus would lose his mind. “Let’s just start at the beginning, ok?” And so he did. He went over the general premise of the mission, what they’d done so far, and what went wrong. Alex listened quietly, taking it in.

When they were finally caught up Alex leaned back in his chair, raking a hand through his hair - a motion that was so Finn that Remus had to hold his breath for a second before releasing it. “So do we have any leads? What’s the plan?”

“We’ve got three possible locations. We’re going to try to narrow it down and then send in the two operatives we’ve already got in Slytherin.”

“Finn’s partners.”

There was something about the way Alex said that. The wrinkle in his brow, eyes hard and unflinching. Unforgiving. Remus gave him a look, keeping his voice neutral. “It was a freak accident, O’Hara. Not their fault.”

He wasn’t brave enough to tell the agent how much of that fault rested on his own shoulders. He was basically in charge of this mission. He’d been the one in charge of planning, giving them the go-ahead, looking out for signs of danger. There were signs of the op going bad - he could see that now, in hindsight. But hindsight was always 20/20, wasn’t it?

And now he was sitting here, explaining to the brother of the agent he let get kidnapped that they didn’t really have a solid plan. They were still scattered and struggling to recollect themselves after that disaster of a mission. What exactly was he supposed to say?

Alex ignored his earlier attempt at placation. “You’re telling me that your plan is to send one agent and a rookie safe-cracker into Snakes headquarters and break my brother out? That’s all you’ve got?”

“The rest of us are already on their radar. If we sent in other agents-”

“Bullshit.” Alex growled, leaning forward dangerously. And really, Remus couldn’t fault him for any of this. Their bond ran deep, apparently. “You’re taking down the Snakes anyways, what’s wrong with pushing up the timeline a little? We don’t need to be covert anymore, we need to be dominant and aggressive.”

“That makes your brother collateral damage,” Remus reasoned. “We go in guns-blazing, the first thing they’ll do is make it a hostage situation.”

Alex sighed, his shoulders slumping and all the fight leaving him in a split-second, frustration rolling off him in waves. “Fuck.”

“We’ve got an ex-Snake on the team and a guy on the inside. Potentially,” he felt like he had to add, because he still wasn’t sure what to think of the younger Black brother. Sirius trusted him, sure, but was that enough?

One wrong move and they could lose three agents. This required precision and cunning, not hot-headed recklessness.

“We’re going to do our best to get him out of there.” Remus finally finished, trying to instill confidence with just the words. Alex just smiled sadly.

“Good media answer, right there.”

Remus’ phone buzzed twice in his pocket, signaling an incoming message. He fumbled with it for a second, then looked down at the screen. “Well, I might have a better answer in a few minutes. One of his partners says they’ve got news.”

Remus just hoped it was finally some good news.

***

Logan was still pacing - back and forth, back and forth. It wasn’t a stressed pace this time, exactly. His stride was longer, full of pent-up energy and restlessness. Leo was switching between watching him and reading the messages Regulus sent the night before to Loops and Sirius, who were both listening intently.

“So let me get this straight.” Remus said through the computer speakers. “Regulus said he’d turn off one of the cameras that overlooks a side door, sneak you two in, and then help you get both him and Finn out?” He and Sirius were sitting close together at the conference table, sneaking glances at each other when they thought no one was looking.

Leo smiled knowingly. Good for them.

“Yeah.” Logan said as he continued to pace. “Get in, get them, get out. Simple.”

“Well,” Leo said, stretching out the word and watching Logan’s eyes snap to him. Yeah, he wasn’t going to like this. “According to Reg, one of Riddle’s flash drives is there too - in a safe in his office. Logan can get Finn, and I can-”

“No.”

“Logan,” Leo sighed, giving him a look. “After we get Finn out, they’ll put that place on lockdown. We won’t get another shot at getting this drive and you know it. Plus Riddle’s not even there right now. It’s the perfect opportunity.”

“When did he even tell you that?” Logan asked, staring at him incredulously. “I don’t remember this at all.”

“That would be because I’ve been texting him this morning because I knew you’d react like this.” Leo rushed to finish his sentence and be heard over Logan’s loud dissent.

“React how? Logically?”

“Over-protectively.” Leo corrected, watching the aggravation return to his pacing again as he grumbled something under his breath. “If we get this drive, that only leaves the ones Lestrange and Riddle have on them. Reg said he could probably grab the one Bellatrix has - he can replace it with the fake I slipped into his pocket at the gala-”

“Nut, you can’t be serious.”

Leo glared at him. “It’s a perfectly solid plan.”

“And it’s dangerous!”

“Are you forgetting what our jobs are?” Leo asked with an incredulous laugh. “Everything we do is dangerous.”

“Leo.”

The blond looked to the laptop, where Sirius and Loops were looking back at him. “Back me up here.”

Remus glanced over at Sirius, then back to Leo. “It’s risky, but if you feel like you can do it-”

“I can.” Leo said, no room for argument. The kid who was nervously drumming his fingers against his thigh and staring off into space before his first mission was long gone, replaced by a calm, confident agent - who still drummed his fingers on a regular basis, but who was self-assured and comfortable with his role. Logan wasn’t exactly sure when that had happened, but he was proud nonetheless - even if he was still terrified.

“When’s Reg going for Lestrange’s drive?” Sirius asked, in a similar state as Logan. Worried, but knowing he was fighting a losing battle. This was happening whether they liked it or not.

“She puts it in the same spot every night before she goes to bed, so he’ll grab it right before we get there when she’s already asleep. If we go really early in the morning - like really early - everyone should be asleep, save for a few.”

“They’re cocky like that,” Sirius added, “No one’s ever been dumb enough to try to break in, so they won’t be as prepared for it.”

Leo frowned, not sure whether to take offense or not. “Thanks?”

“So how long do you think getting into the safe will take?” Remus asked, keeping all of them on track, as usual. The steadiness and predictability calmed Logan down, just a little.

Leo shrugged. “Don’t know, depends on what kind of safe it is. Reg doesn’t know.”

“So you’re going in blind.” Logan finished, anxiety churning in his gut. That calmness had lasted all of three seconds. He didn’t like this. There was so much that could go wrong; it was risky enough sneaking in to get Finn out of there, but adding this on top of it? What if one of them got caught? What if all of them got caught? What if Regulus wasn’t as trustworthy as Sirius claimed? What if they were just walking into another trap?

What if, what if, what if. There were too many variables to this, too much at risk.

He’d never really hated his job before. In the past he’d loved the suspense, the intrigue, the unpredictability. He’d grown up wanting a career that had action and adventure, just like the movies he and his sisters used to watch. Now all the things he used to love were the things that were stressing him out the most. But then, he’d never had partners before - definitely not partners he was halfway in love with.

He was starting to hate this job now.

Leo’s voice brought him back to the conversation. “Not really. It’s either going to be a digital safe or manual. I’d crack a digital safe the same way I cracked the ones at the banks, and manual safes are kind of like giant locks. I just feel for the sticking points and do the math.”

“There’s math?” Sirius asked, looking disgusted. Logan thought back to Finn saying the exact same words, all three of them squished together on the bed with a nature documentary playing in the background, warm and content and relaxed. No stress, no sense of impending disaster, no one missing.

He wanted that again, more than anything.

He felt like this wasn’t the way to do it, though. Which was ironic, seeing that he was the one who usually wanted to be reckless. That was his M.O. - the rough, hotheaded agent who wasn’t afraid to take some risks. He completely changed his tune when those risks endangered his partners.

He couldn’t lose them - either of them. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if...

But arguing against this rescue mission was like leading a horse to water - pointless. The only thing left to do was to prepare. So Logan tuned the conversation out and started planning for every possible outcome he could think of. He wasn’t going to be left just reacting, not this time. He was going into this with every last detail mapped out, every potential misstep accounted for, every contingency plan organized in his head.

He wasn’t going to let anything go wrong. He couldn’t.

***

The alarm Leo and Logan had set was essentially useless, seeing that it found the two of them already awake, going over the plan in their heads. Logan stretched his arm out to shut it off, then rolled over to look at Leo. Blue eyes were already staring back, alight with optimism- a stark contrast to how Logan was feeling. He just hoped tonight wasn’t the night he would be disappointed.

“We’re going to get him back.” The blond said, no sleepiness to his voice as he softly leaned in to kiss Logan sweetly, then more enthusiastically. Logan let himself get lost in it for a while, a heart-wrenching distraction, accepting kiss after excited kiss with a sigh against soft lips. He took the lead a second later, pushing Leo back into the mattress and pressing their chests together, getting as close as he could manage and relaxing into the warmth.

“And then we’ll all be together again.” He added after a while, trying to reassure both Leo and himself as he kissed a dimple and earned a smile, bright in the early-morning darkness. “And we can finally have that talk.”

Leo hummed happily and pulled him down for one last lingering kiss before shimmying his way out from under Logan and getting to his feet, hair an absolute mess from a night of tossing and turning and Logan’s hands. Logan felt strangely proud of himself for that.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.” Leo chanted, dashing to his suitcase to grab clothes. His enthusiasm visibly shown in every action - brushing his teeth, pulling on his shoes, grabbing his tools. Logan soon found himself dressed and ready to go, turning his earpiece on and testing his mic. His gun was loaded and ready, a comforting weight at his hip. Leo’s voice echoed in his ear as he tested his mic, loud and clear. His tools were all packed up and smuggled away in his pockets, determination written across his face.

They were going to get him back.

Logan pulled up the directions to the address Regulus had sent them and they hurried to their car, blasting the heat as high as it would go to try and defrost the windows. The clock read 4:13 am as they pulled out of the hotel parking lot and headed down the street.

The drive was tense with anticipation and nerves and adrenaline. Leo’s leg never stopped bouncing from the passenger’s seat as he stared out the window, clearly lost in thought because it was still pitch black outside - he definitely wasn’t looking at anything. Logan kept his eyes on the road ahead and his thoughts on their mission, going over the details one last time as the navigation app instructed him to turn right.

The building they were infiltrating was on the very outskirts of Slytherin, somewhat secluded and run-of-the-mill. If Logan wasn’t sure this was the right place, he would never have guessed this to be a Snakes’ building. Which was probably exactly what they were going for.

Logan drove straight past the building, continuing down the road for a while until he figured they wouldn’t raise suspicion. He put the car in park, switched the headlights off, then turned to face his partner.

“You ready?”

The resulting grin was luminous. “You know it.”

Logan nodded, nerves gnawing away at his stomach, and got out of the car. He and Leo snuck around to the southeast side of the building where they found a door, the light above it flickering occasionally. Leo sent Logan a look, then rapped on the door with his knuckles twice.

A few seconds passed by, then the door opened silently. Regulus Black stared back at them, face as impassive as always. The two agents stepped inside without another word, watching as Regulus closed the door behind them and locked it before turning to face them again.

“I’ve got Bellatrix’s drive,” he said, so quietly that Leo and Logan had to lean in a little to hear him. “Snagged it about twenty minutes ago and replaced it with the fake. She’ll never know the difference.”

“Perfect.” Leo grabbed Logan’s forearm, eyes bright and intense. “You go get Finn, I’ll grab the drive. Meet you back at the rendezvous.”

Logan still didn’t like the idea. He didn’t like the thought of being separated. “Leo-”

“No one’s out this early, it’ll be the easiest grab of my life. I’ll be careful - I’ll be so careful, Tremz. You gotta trust me.” He pressed their foreheads together briefly and Logan allowed himself that one moment to close his eyes and press back, inhaling deeply. He still smelled like the hotel’s shampoo, clean and citrusy. After all this, Logan didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget the smell - or the memories that came with it. He couldn’t quite figure out if that was a bad thing or not. Because on the one hand, there was stress and kidnappings and hurt. But on the other hand, there was exciting, brand new kisses and falling asleep in his arms and the comfort of just being with him.

“Make it quick, ok?” he said finally, reluctantly leaning away and meeting blue eyes. Leo nodded, giving his hand a squeeze, and turned to set off down the hallway. Logan only allowed himself half a second to look after him - if he watched any longer, he just knew he’d start chasing after him, blindly following an angel and not caring where he was going. He’d probably follow him anywhere, if he could. He faced Regulus again instead, who was looking decidedly awkward. Logan just raised an eyebrow at him and motioned for him to lead the way.

His heart hammered louder and louder the more they walked, excitement and worry and adrenaline snowballing together and making his head spin. He could hear Leo’s quiet breathing through the coms, measured and steady and constant like the tide pushing and pulling against the shore. That, more than anything he tried to tell himself, calmed him down.

They reached a nondescript door and stopped in front of it. Logan glanced at Regulus, then back at the door. This was it. Finn was on the other side of that door. He was a paradoxical combination of excited and terrified of what he’d find on the other side of that door.

“I’m just going to wait out here,” Regulus said, moving so that his back was against the wall. “I’ve already witnessed you all soft and mushy tonight - I don’t think I can handle seeing it again. I’ll keep an eye out from here.”

Logan sent him a grin, incredibly pleased with himself and completely unashamed.

He took one last, deep breath and opened the door.

The sound of the door must have woken Finn, because the first thing Logan saw was the shifting of shoulder and back muscles as the redhead sat up with an annoyed grumble. “What the fuck is so important that you feel the need to wake me up this early?” He demanded, reaching up to further tousle his hair as he swiveled around to face the door. Their eyes locked and Finn froze, staring at him with his mouth agape and wide, wide brown eyes, one of which was blackened and swollen. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, dark and distracting. Logan’s breath left him in a rush, like he’d been the one punched in the face.

“Lo,” Finn whispered, that one syllable barely loud enough to reach Logan’s ears. He sat up straighter in an instant and continued to stare, as if he couldn’t quite believe his eyes. “Logan?”

That was all it took to spur Logan into action. He crossed the room in five quick paces and then he was on his knees in front of Finn, reaching for him hesitantly. Finn practically launched himself at him, arms around his neck and holding tight - almost bruisingly. Logan didn’t care. He’d gladly take the bruises if it meant having his partner in his arms again. It hadn’t even been that long since Logan had seen him, but it felt like an entire lifetime. He hugged Finn closer, probably holding him too tight, before leaning back and looking him over. Frantic hands passed over skin and clothing, feeling for injuries.

“You ok?” He asked, reaching up to tilt Finn’s face so that he could examine the black eye and split lip. Calloused fingers traced gingerly over constellations of freckles, marred by purples and greens and yellows. “God, Finn-”

Finn laughed a little, reaching up to still Logan’s hand and pressing it to his stubbled cheek instead. Logan could feel his smile against his palm and melted. “I’m ok. It looks worse than it actually is, I’m sure.”

You’re still gorgeous, Logan thought as he swiped a thumb across his cheek. He wanted to drown in the sight in front of him. Finn wasn’t great but he was ok and considering the circumstances, that was all Logan could really ask for. He was still livid, of course. And the ones who’d hurt Finn would get what was coming for them. That much he could guarantee.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Finn murmured, still leaning into Logan’s touch. Logan just shook his head firmly, eyes serious. How did Finn expect him to leave him behind? He clearly had no idea just how little they could function without him, the gaping hole he’d left in his absence.

Finn looked over Logan’s shoulder, then back to Logan with worried eyes. “Leo?” He asked and let Logan help him to his feet, favoring his left leg. Logan tightened his grip on his biceps and steadied him before answering.

“Currently? In Riddle’s office cracking a safe.”

Leo’s voice, calm and even, came through the coms. “Tell Finn I said hey.” Logan grinned.

“He says hey.”

Finn looked offended. He leaned closer to the mic Logan was wearing at the collar of his shirt, making the brunet still. The expression on his face - a comical combination of panic and turned-on - made Finn smile as he spoke. “You’re breaking me out of here after I was kidnapped and the only thing you can think of to say is hey?”

“Well, I was planning on saving the sentimental shit for when I actually see you.” Leo said distractedly from his spot on the floor in front of a truly ancient safe, rotating the dial slowly and feeling for the last remaining sticking point. “It’s good to hear your voice, though.”

He heard Logan relay the message to Finn, and then Finn’s resulting coo. Leo laughed under his breath at the sound right as the safe opened with a loud click, opening to reveal nothing inside but a blue and gray flash drive.

“I can’t believe this is the only thing he keeps in a safe like this.” Leo grumbled, reaching forward to make the switch-

Right as the office door opened.

Leo whirled around, slipping the real flash drive into his pocket as he faced whoever had walked in on him.

Unnatural yellow eyes stared back.

And a gun was pointed at his chest.

He could tell Riddle recognized him from the party by the curl of his lips that formed the beginnings of a smile. Cold dread washed over Leo at the bizarre sight. He wasn’t sure anyone had seen the leader of the Snakes smile before. If they did, they hadn’t lived to tell the tale. Leo’s heart raced as all he could do was stand there and stare. His gun sat heavily at his hip, but he knew reaching for it would only speed up the inevitable. He stayed still.

Leo’s partners were still talking over the coms, happy and ignorant of the situation going on right down the hall from them. As Leo stared down the barrel of a gun, he thought maybe it was for the best. Riddle wouldn’t react well to breaking Finn out of here, he knew that much. At least this would be a good distraction - if Riddle was focused on him, he wouldn’t be focused on his partners. Maybe they’d be able to get out of here before Riddle even realized the real reason Leo was in the building.

He’d rather die than give either of them up. He was a little scared at the honesty behind that statement… and the likelihood of it happening much sooner than he’d hoped.

Riddle adjusted his sights without saying a single word, finger against the trigger. Leo sucked in a harsh breath and braced himself.

Bang.

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toujoursmiraculous · 3 years

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Thoughts and Reaction to ROCKETEAR!

It's a long post, but when are these ever really short? xD Seeing Carapace first made me so excited. I've been sad we haven't had much of him in the show. And then I saw that it seemed like Ladynoir was doing pretty good as they only had Carapace helping them this time. More S2 & S3 like. So I was like cool, cool, this is great. But what the heck scientist WHY ARE YOU BRINGING TYRANNOSAURUS REX'S BACK! Obviously she's going to be something big later on, she's too nicely animated not to be back. Not to mention Bob Roth's plans. Anyone else both intrigued but also scared at what that could do later? Big upcoming plot point, I think.

I screamed awwww because this is everything. I've wanted a LB/Carapace and Marinette/Nino friendship bond in this show since season 1. This scene made me incredibly happy! I'm a huge Nino fan, for those that don't know, so you can imagine how much I love this episode. Even though sad Nino.

"Alya, everyone has to believe that you will never use the Miraculous again!" End of episode: So anyway... So what I'm seeing here is, Alya's not fond of the idea of being just a spy, not being in on the action. Even though it's Ladybug's plan. Chat Noir isn't fond of what's going on right now either, where he thinks what's going on is all Ladybug's plans. Alya makes the decision to not do what Ladybug wants and tells Nino she's still Rena Rouge. So what's Chat Noir going to do to go against her? Because that's coming up on the horizon. Despite everything being easier for Marinette since everything's not just on her shoulders now, she's still been unable to play video games with her dad, and we know how much she loves doing that. :c That's really sad she doesn't even have time for her family anymore. DJWifi over here being all adorable. "You don't love me anymore!" Me: *Chat Blanc flashbacks* Alya suggests her new content could be Chat Noir edits and Marinette's like YES DO THOSE. Then those edits helped push Nino into thinking she was into Chat. Big oops. Not gonna lie, the rewind freaked me out for a moment. Last time I saw that was Chat Blanc so I thought something big was up. But nope, it's just like that scene in Puppeteer 2. Ugh poor Nino! He knows something's bothering Alya, but she won't say what it is and her behavior's too off from how she normally is. Poor guy. x.x Grumpy Nino that Carapace doesn't get attention and then they wrote his girlfriend with Chat Noir. I remember when Alya was grumpy for a bit about Rena Rouge not getting a party to celebrate her. Movie Ladybug telling Movie Chat Noir that he's better with Movie Rena Rouge. Is this a reference to the episode in Avatar, The Ember Island Players? Getting strong vibes when Play Aang and Play Katara were like, we're just friends nothing more and it's great! Play Katara was extremely into Play Zuko. I can see why Ladybug dismissed the movie (or was it the previous one since it's been awhile? Maybe?) because Rena Rouge and Chat Noir???? The writers (of the movie) just wanted to be different because everyone can see Ladynoir, unless they're blind. Alya and Nino are Andre's favorite couple. YES THANK YOU. I mean they're not my favorite because Love Square. BUT they're my second favorite next to them. Those kids are super adorable but definitely that kid playing Chat wasn't doing Nino any favors. First picture Alya shows. Chat with a heart tail. Yeah that's not doing her any favors lol. Nino: UGH CHAT NOIR'S COMING IN BETWEEN ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND. I KNOW, I'LL CALL MY BEST FRIEND TO VENT TO ABOUT IT. Best Friend Chat Noir: Best Friend Chat Noir: Welp maybe I should see what's up. Maybe I went a little to hard on the cat charm and she's fallen in love with me. Me: Oh oof here we go. Also can I ask, if anyone knows, who animated this episode? The fluidity is great and it looks really pretty. But it doesn't quite look like SAMG's work either. Whoever did it, I love it. S2 Chat Noir: You're not replacing me with a turtle, are you? :c S4 Nino: Who would want a reckless turtle as a partner? BOYS STOP. But yeah this whole scene had me laughing so hard XD Very dramatic and I love it. Nino's hilarious even when he's worried and sad! I would've absolutely loved to have heard this in English with the old English voice of Nino, but the new one worries me on whether or not he'll do a good job sounding like Nino and less high-pitched and whiny. :/ New York Nino was great but S4 Nino....x.x THE TRANSITION BETWEEN HIS INNER MONOLOGUE AND SPEAKING REGULARLY AGAIN 😂😂😂😂 Brilliant! It doesn't really feel like Miraculous Ladybug this episode, and I love it. Not that I don't love the show as usual but wow this is great. Okay, I want to point out that Chat Noir

probably was more worried about it than he would've been otherwise because of what happened with Marinette in Weredad. It probably made him more cautious about this sort of thing.

LOL Chat's sulking because Alya's laughing at the idea of being interested in him. 😂😂 I know that's a blow to one's ego and all, and he's dealt with this kind of thing a lot so I do feel bad for him, but that is his best friend's girlfriend and he definitely doesn't want her to like him. Alya: With him it's not just ❤️it's *makes massive hand gesture indicating she loves him deeply* SO SO SO CUTE OKAY ALL THIS DJWIFI 😭 Alya: And I don't even know your secret identity! I would never fall in love with someone I don't know. Chat Noir, literally fell in love with Ladybug, whose identity he doesn't know. Well Alya, I wonder if you saying that matters for later somehow.... o.O Nino running away crying is honestly one of the things that hurts me most in the entire show. Ugh. Adrien over here being all, I'm having a good day. I'm happy and smiling and it's great. And then it wasn't. Adrien, if Nino let him and didn't interrupt, would've told him about how Alya really doesn't love Chat Noir, and that would've seriously led up to his identity being exposed since Nino was watching and filmed them. o.o Did you notice how he was going to tell him about it? S4, the basement is where it's at. Adrien: Uhh, when did you arrange all this? Nino: *pounds fist on desk* I ASK THE QUESTIONS! 😂 So like. Why is Nino interrogating Adrien when he's after Chat Noir? He doesn't know they're the same person. XD He's looking at him like Adrien has info he's keeping or something omg.

Also again this animation is so nice. Adrien, feeling uncomfortable and so turns the music off. Nino, wanting his dramatic music on while he interrogates Adrien, turns it back on. Adrien, feeling even more irritated and uncomfortable, wants the music OFF and turns it off. Nino, turns the music back on. This may be a reference to something, I don't know, but lolol it's so funny. This episode is both super hilarious and super angsty! Honestly they've done such a good job in my opinion. Nino: I'm talking about something that I shouldn't tell you! ...but I'm going to tell you anyway! Alya's Rena Rouge and I'm Carapace! Okay but the way Adrien went from shock to utter anger, knocked his chair back and grabbed Nino's shoulders like "Tell me the truth. You two know about each other?" Aw man, my poor sunshine boy. A lot of the stuff bothering Adrien is all circumstantial, none of it is to purposefully keep him in the dark. And yet from his perspective, that's how it looks. "I thought secret identities must be protected at all times! If that was the truth, you would never tell me this!" Alright so three things. If he's referring to him saying that Nino and Alya know about each other, that was situational and important info for him to know now that this is out. It wasn't important to know before this. The time it happened was dire and was really no time to get around it. If he's talking about Nino telling him the secrets, well yeah that's not supposed to happen and Nino broke that trust. But also, I get the feeling pretty strongly at this point Adrien's going to be breaking some rules too and one of which is he's going to tell Nino who he is. Adrien's being too emotional in this scene to not be involved in it all, I'm wondering if that's going to be questioned later by Nino. He's acting like he knows too much to be a random viewer of the heroes like the rest of Paris. Also Adrien's best friend just totally dissed Chat Noir and went off about how he throws himself at Ladybug whenever he sees her with roses and love confessions. 😂😂😂 This is just too funny! "But he's always rejected because Ladybug finds him annoying! And she's completely right!" Omg Nino, that's not the reason anymore, shush! "And then Rena Rouge appears and he goes *tickles under Adrien's chin* hey pretty lady! You look elegant and you have great perfume." OMG does Chat Noir actually say and do stuff like that to Rena Rouge or is he just exaggerating here XD "If I could I would shut his mouth forever!" Yeah Nino, say what you really think about your best friend in the entire world. Yikes poor Adrien though. I never imagined he'd hear all these bad things about himself from his best friend directly like that. :/ That's a major misunderstanding of him. Which kind of pushes me more towards the "he's going to tell Nino" theory. Sad Adrien transformation DDDX Alya: *explained everything about why Chat Noir went over to her house in the middle of the night* Marinette *facepalm* Ugh that Chat Noir... Well at least there will be no misunderstandings there! xD "Chat Noir, you stole Alya from me! I will steal your life from you." Good lord man calm down. You can't just kill a man! Fanon: Chat Noir gets attacked by a guy over Marinette. Canon: Chat Noir gets attacked by a guy over Alya. Time to go back to the basement! lol Nino's music's still playing xD And the video is left with it paused on Chat Noir hugging Alya. Marinette looked a bit sad, but it was probably more about the situation being a mess rather than being sad he'd hug her. Meanwhile, Chat Noir's fighting Nino and would rather get beaten up by him than fight. x.x "I can't believe that I doubted you." "I can't believe I chose to do anything but be with you!" She wiped away akumatized Nino's tear just like how Ladybug wiped away akumatized Chat Noir's. ALL THE PARALLELS 😭😭😭 But that hug is so sweet!! Nino broke off the akumatization just like Alya did :o Dang, I wonder if that means something later too. "Love and secrets do not go well together, Ladybug. And I'm sure you have a lot of

them!" Secrets = from Chat Noir. Love = for Chat Noir. Yeah even Shadow Moth knows at this point. xP Thanks for that foreshadowing. Nino's charm is my favorite charm so far! It's my favorite shade of blue. Chat Noir: Everybody has doubts sometimes...even me." Ladybug: Is everything okay, Chat Noir? Chat: Oh yes...pound it!

So um. The placemet of Adrien's poster in between Chat Noir, Ladybug, and just with this entire situation feels very strange. Very intentional. But no clue exactly what that could mean..... Nino and Alya are happy over there watching those two, like they're waiting for them to figure things out or something. But really, Adrien should've talked to Ladybug when he could still do so calmly and be reasonable. I doubt that's going to be the case later on. And honestly Ladybug doesn't even know what's going on. Every episode we've seen really either has them working together or she's unable to be Ladybug when he's unable to be Chat Noir most of the time. I've said it before but these two really need to communicate. Nino and Alya are like a less adorably romantic version of what they'd be. "But they're a couple and they know their secret identities, so why does that rule exist for us but they can know?" Very simple. Because they were temporary holders and the Miraculous they had, Hawk Moth hasn't made it his life's mission to obtain, unlike them, who are permanent holders and Hawk Moth's been after them fiercely to make a Wish that could destroy everything. But. The fact he's asking this, and Marinette's Chat Blanc nightmare, really points in the direction that he's going to eventually find out that while she's thought about telling him all along, Chat Blanc's kept her from doing so.

Okay, so while it looks like he's staring up at the moon, if you notice, it really is just one of the pink bubbles.

Now, they could be making it seem like it's the moon though to give it a double meaning. But poor Kitty, he's feeling so awful right now over in that dark corner Dx Nino felt bad for only two episodes? and it got resolved, so hopefully this all won't last too much longer for him! Marinette had a few shaky episodes so hopefully he'll have a few before it gets resolved. But somehow I think that may be wishful thinking. This episode was so amazing, honestly. Wonderful writing, made me laugh a lot, aw a lot, and hurt a lot. It focused on the core 4 characters which I've wanted more of for a long time. The animation was beautiful. And it just felt so different in such a good way. Chat Noir's having a hard time right now, and I know there's a lot of anger and hate about it going around. But please, think of this as him hitting a rough spot in the road to a much better and brighter future. He's going to end up okay, he'll understand it all someday. And that day's honestly not that far for him if you think about it.

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gigglinggoblin · 3 years

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Getting a Little Familiar

Image used with permission from the amazingly talented Deepdiscourse, whose breathtaking hypnotic audio files and gorgeous photos (and video clips) are equally worth your attention and money! Go check out their work!

[pov: any, nsfw, 2nd person, reverse corruption, (initially) evil POV, hypnosis, magical mind control, mutual nonconsent (heavy), dolly, gender-neutral forcefem, pet play, breast fixation, kitten play, dressup, witch, femdom, praise, syrup mention, intelligence reduction]

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Oh, you poor, hopeless little thing. This didn’t go quite how you’d planned, did it?

Don’t feel bad. It was a really very lovely plan to try and hypnotize me! And really, even if it’s not working out quite as you’d hoped, I think you’ll be much happier this way, don’t you?

Aww. Look at you. Trying to put words together when all you really wanna do is stare at my lovely breasts like a helpless, needy little toy.

So cute.

So helpless.

And so adorable, thinking you’ll be able to put any words together at all that aren’t “yes, Mistress” and “yes, please, Mistress” when I’m through with you. Maybe some soft mewing. Mm, yes, that sounds just lovely, doesn’t it, sweetie?

I can already see all those silly thoughts glimmering in your eyes, rising to the forefront, rising to the top of the waves like soft, pretty pink jellyfish. All those plans for posing as a sweet, obedient little apprentice, pretending to be all silly and dumb and pliant, all eager to please while you worked your little schemes.

Now, now! No need to speak, kitten. Those pretty lips of yours look so much cuter half-parted like that, breathing in nice and slow. Nice and slow. Matching my breathing. In and out. In… and out.

Watch... my breasts… rise… and fall~

Good pet!

And doesn’t that feel nice? That’s right. Just keep watching my tits and listening to my words. They look so soft, don’t they? So smooth. So easy to get lost in.

And it feels so good to listen to Mistress and let her words fill your pretty empty head, trickling in heavier and heavier by the second, like sweet syrup, just... drowning all those thoughts in pleasure.

Isn’t that right? Hush-hush, kitten. Of course it is.

Good pets love to listen to Mistress. Mistress has such a pretty voice, doesn’t she? So nice to listen to and sink down-down-down-down-down, so deep, all those thoughts tugging you deeper, and deeper, and deeper, so heavy and cumbersome, getting heavier with every deeeep breath you take in, and out, and in, and out, and...

*giggle* That’s right! You’re doing so well! Goodness, you’re so adorably suggestible. So pliable. I’ve barely had to work any magic; I just suggested you’d like to look at my tits and let my sweet voice do the rest... and down-down-down you went. I just told you to listen like a good pet, and you nodded along with every single word…

… and happily allowed aaaaall that sweet, slow, heavy syrup to flow into your silly open mind.

Isn’t that right, pet?

Aw, hush, kitten. Of course it is~

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“Salamander folk” are a curiosity largely unique to witchcraft, homunculi created when a willing (or “willing enough”) mortal entices a witch into transmuting their being into something else. In this way, a witch can make a human something like a fey, and can change just about anything else she likes about the human in the process. Many witches favor catfolk and other beast-like features, but the witches have many options. Many, many options.

They just... they just really like catgirls, okay?

And in fairness, so do a lot of the girls who go to witches seeking transmutation. The transformation does not change gender, obviously, but it can be used to change certain physical aspects to be more within a person’s preferences, or, say, to make a cisgender boy look more feminine for the witch’s amusement.

(When a demon does this to a mortal, they are usually called cambions—true cambions, not the mock cambions arising from demon-mortal partnerings. It’s a much more... consuming process.)

Why are they called “salamander folk”? Not all labels make perfect sense. In this case, a “salamander” is old-fashioned magic slang for a partially-finished spell, implying a malleable sort of magic that has yet to be fully shaped. It’s almost never used in that sense anymore, though. It might be distantly related to the famous total immunity newts have to magic.

Many mortals deliberately seek witches out for this reason, desiring some manner of change to their form beyond mortal means, or else to become apprentices. Or, often, both. Many witches charge apprenticeship for a certain number of years in exchange, which isn’t always as mercenary as it seems. Apprenticeship allows a witch to guide and protect the salamander person through their transition, as well as to make sure that the transformation really is what they want. It can also make the transformation itself easier to effect—it’s not easy to change someone’s true form, and it often takes time and a mutual familiarity.

Notably, the reverse dynamic is quite common as well: Many would-be apprentices are expected to allow the witch to transmute them into different forms as a condition of being taught. This is ostensibly because the process of being transmuted involves tying spirits to the subject’s soul, and tends to make their overall form and connection with magic very malleable and easy to work with. These kinds of apprentices are called familiars.

Of course, some witches just want cute catboys and ravenpeople and dollygirls to toy with as they please.

Katrina of the Thousand Names is a particularly skilled witch, known less so for her raw power so much as her cunning, vast arrays of knowledge, and general good-naturedness. She knows hundreds and hundreds of spirits well, and is one of the most famously easy-going when it comes to transformations. If you know what you want, she’ll see it done for as small a price as cooking her meals for a few nights while she works the spell.

Of course, many seek to be her apprentices even if they aren’t looking for transformation, and she’s quite reasonable about this—as long as the apprentice acts in good faith. Many seek to steal her repository of powers to use for wickedness, even trying to hypnotize the witch into yielding them. These ill-behaved apprentices tend to find themselves serving a very different role indeed.

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My, my. Such an adorable, hopelessly malleable plaything you turned out to be!

I think this is all for the best, don’t you? You’re much better at being my pliant little doll than you ever were at being my apprentice. You’ll be so much cuter as my obedient, mewling, empty-headed kitten. And so much happier, too!

Oh, come now, kitten, none of that fussing. Kittens don’t need words, and neither do helplessly adoring little dolls. Doesn’t it feel so good to be nice and sweet and good for me?

No more schemes. No more plotting to steal all my secrets. Those all required thinking, and thinking is hard, and listening like a good pet is easy.

So... so... sooooo easy~

And listening feels so, so lovely, doesn’t it? Just letting my words take over. Breathing in and out so steadily, so hopelessly enthralled by the soft, gentle motion of my soft breasts rising… and falling...

All those plans required so many confusing thoughts, all swirling around in that silly head of yours. But all those wicked thoughts are being drowned in the sweet, wonderful syrup of my words now, aren’t they?

Can’t you just feel all that syrup flooding your mind, submerging every thought in a heavy, heavy sugary brainless docile trance?

All those thoughts about betraying me? All submerged, and so, so hard to pull up to the surface now, so deep, deep down as my breasts bounce slowly, softly, so, so softly...

All those thoughts about using my powers to make trouble? All drowned in warm, gentle waves of delicious syrup, caught like butterflies in amber, deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper as my voice goes on, and on, filling you with sweet, sugary obedient pleasure the longer it goes on, getting so, so hard to even remember anything else...

And oh... doesn’t it feel so much better to be sweet, kitten?

So much easier to be sweet.

So much easier to be a nice, happy, obedient bubbly helpful kitten for me.

And it feels so good to please me, doesn’t it, sweet thing?

So good to nod passively. So good to take my hand, so deeply hypnotized now, so deep-deep-deep under the honeyed waves and not even trying to resist anymore. So happy and dumb and heavy-headed now, just staring at my tits like a mewling, helpless kitten.

Aww, look at you squirming. So cute! Such a sweet little plaything I’ve found. Would you like to be a good pet for me?

Good pet!

Such a good, happy, obedient, needy, sweet little pliant kitten.

Aww, and don’t worry, sweetie.

I know how excited you were to use all my magic, to dress yourself up in my glamors, to bewitch and ensnare whoever gazed upon you. Of course I’ll be happy to let you! Oh, hush-hush, I insist!

Let me lead you into the dressing room, now, pet. There’s a good plaything.

I’m going to dress you up to look so pretty. I’m going to make you so gorgeous and adorable and eager to please. You’ll just be my cute, obedient, sweet dolled-up kitten. Just a happy little maid for me, isn’t that right? Hopelessly eager to help anyone who comes by. Helping others is going to feel so good for my good, obedient kitty.

I promise you’ll be every bit as spellbinding as you planned, sweetie. A pretty spellbound doll for everyone’s amusement. Everyone’s going to love you, and that’s going to feel soooo good.

Let’s go get you all dressed up and pretty, sweetie. There’s a good pet.

And maybe, once you’ve learned your lesson in a year or so…

… I’ll let you decide whether or not you want to stay that way forever~

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blouisparadise · 4 years

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Here are some of the amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of September. We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Hard Candy Dripping On Me (Til My Feet Are Wet) | Explicit | 1997 words

Louis gets fucked on a plane. That’s it.

2) Fucking Nightmares | Mature | 2151 words

Louis has a nightmare. Harry comforts him.

3) You Could Take A Lick (But It's Too Cold To Bite) | Explicit | 2469 words

“You look kinda thirsty.” Louis croons softly.

Harry leans back in his chair and tilts his head to the side. His eyes are covered by the pair of expensive shades, but Louis feels his eyes drifting down his backside as he lays on his stomach.

“Why don’t you bring me a bit of that ice cream, darling?”

Louis and Harry have fun in a summer day.

4) Interview With The Vampire | Explicit | 4135 words

Note: The fic pairing is Louis/Robert Pattinson.

Working at an alpha magazine wasn't always easy for an omega like Louis, but he's just landed his biggest interview yet with an A list actor who has asked for Louis especially. Unfortunately, the interview is with Rob Pattinson, the biggest pain in the arse alpha on the planet.

Inspired by Rob’s interview in GQ Magazine and not actually about vampires

5) Conozco La Vida | Teen & Up | 4761 words

Note: This fic contains no explicit smut, but since it’s omega Louis, we’ve included it.

"I have a son," he declared, there was a very thinly veiled layer of hesitation.

Harry was unaware in the direction which this conversation was heading but chose to stare at the man instead.

"He is an Omega," he dropped the pivotal piece of information.

Harry's attention was hooked now.

"He has been raised in an Omega convent all his life, he hasn't been in the presence of any Alpha who isn't his immediate family."

"I am still waiting for you to make a point."

"You could take him as an Omega."

Harry did not react, his face remaining perfectly free of betrayal of any sort of emotion and leaned back upon his chair, his leg crossed upon his knee. "You are selling your son to me?"

6) It’s Hard For Me To Go Home | Not Rated | 4890 words

Don’t call me baby again.

7) So Baby, Let's Keep It Secret | Explicit | 4638 words

“I’ll leave with you,” Harry said after a beat, sounding sure of himself.

“What!? No!, you can’t leave with me, Harry, you have a life here. You have a job and friends an-”

Harry kissed him in the middle of his rambling. “Which means nothing if I don’t have you.”

Into You Music Video AU.

8) ZOMOS | Mature | 5659 words

Is it easy to forget everything and start afresh? Is it easy being served with hateful glances and insults when all you wish for is to be loved? Is it easy to make it seem like everything is alright when in reality your world is crumbling into pieces with every breath you take?

Is it easy to be the omega who is unwanted by their alpha?

9) Your Biggest Fan | Explicit | 9075 words

Just like everyone else, Louis has a few habits that he can’t seem to break. Guilty pleasures, rather. His nails are perpetually short because he can’t quit biting them, the bottom of his shoes scuffed from tapping his foot constantly. Sometimes his leg gets a cramp from bouncing it so often underneath his desk. That isn't too bad, he reckons, just some average teenage coping mechanisms.And also, occasionally, minor instances of theft.

10) Making A Splash | Explicit | 9557 words

“You want this?” Harry muses, fisting his cock as he drags his hand lazily up his thick length. Louis eyes the motion and nods his head absentmindedly. “You want to show everyone at this beach how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?”

“M‘your slut,” Louis immediately replies, inching closer, inching closer with his eyes glued on Harry’s glistening cock, precome shining under the sun as it dribbles out his slit.

Harry grins widely and stops the movement of his hand to grip himself at the base again, pushing Louis’ head down. “Show everyone how much of a slut you are.”

11) Hung Up High in the Gallery | Mature | 14006 words

When Harry’s best friend, Louis, comes to support him at his art show, he decides they need to do some celebrating afterwards. How fast do the lines between friends and lovers get blurred ... or better, get painted?

12) My Home Is Your Body | Explicit | 15341 words

Note: The fic pairing is Louis/Henry Cavill.

He had seen who had made his senses go haywire. His ex was in the front row, five feet in front of him. He felt his eyes on him even as he mechanically made his way to the end of the runway, hoping to God he didn’t look like a maniac. Everything was a blur. He somehow managed to walk the rest of the way without falling or emoting anything. Why was he HERE? Of all places.

...where Louis is a successful omega model and the last thing he expects is his ex to become the co-partner of the new company he works for....

13) There's Nothing Like It (Nothing At All) | Explicit | 15471 words

Note: This is a sequel to this fic.

His hands are outstretched on the mattress like he’s reaching out for something, reaching out for Harry. It makes his heart swell, almost bursting with affection and love. He only waits a bit longer before reaching over to turn off the light and pulling Louis to his chest, smiling when the omega immediately sighs in contentment, nuzzling into his skin happily.Tomorrow, he tells himself. Tomorrow, they’ll talk about it.-Or, Harry isn’t ready for things to change, and the end is just the beginning.

14) Seven Simple Words | Explicit | 15535 words

It’s not like he and Louis were a couple. No, they might have been a lot of things—best mates and colleagues with a seemingly convenient friends-with-benefits arrangement—but never a couple. It wasn’t Louis’ fault he didn’t feel the same way and couldn’t reciprocate Harry’s feelings in the way he’d wanted, the way he’d needed. Harry had allowed himself to get in too deep, his entire being aching to be loved back by the object of his affections. But in love, as in life, you don’t always get what you want.

15) Works Like A Charm | Explicit | 18061 words

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone.

One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts.

Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts.

Three: They do not get along.

So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

16) The Way This River Runs | Explicit | 27417 words

It’d be so easy to just open his mouth and plead with Harry, to scream I’m sorry until his voice disappears, but he can’t. Be it his pride or his ego or his insecurities, he just can’t do it. The worst part is that he knows Harry would probably forgive him.

But Louis doesn’t want phony forgiveness. He doesn’t want Harry’s soothing words and pity embrace, thinks he might just break altogether if he was offered them. He feels like he’s made of glass recently and it’s to the point where he kind of wants to tip over the edge, just to see if he’d shatter. Just to see who’d be there to pick up the pieces if he did.

17) Give Me Love | Explicit | 41041 words

Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

18) Falling Out Of Fashion | Explicit | 42123 words

Harry Styles has been the established face of the Grimshaw House of Design for two years. It’s a prestigious and coveted modeling contract Harry took away from once-famed supermodel Zayn Malik. With the model transition Grimshaw’s designs went from a more urban, Zayn-forward aesthetic, to a Harry-favoring flowery, flowing femininity in the Grimshaw designs for men.

So when Harry sees a dress Grimshaw made for a famous Marvel actress, “only a tease”, Nick says, of the evolving look, Harry knows Grimshaw is shifting his aesthetic.

Harry wonders if he can pull off the look.

19) Three Days In February | Explicit | 189346 words

Louis is cursed after a night out with the lads and the five have just three days to figure out what happened and how to break it before Harry and Louis both lose their sanity and maybe something more. Louis can hear everything Harry thinks and Harry isn’t sure he can keep his feelings for Louis a secret from his own mind.

Ridiculous amounts of banter and angst, a lot of Harry and Louis alone together, a healthy dose of OT5 friendship, and one very magical weekend.

20) Boss Bitch | Explicit | 386901 words

Harry had always wanted to work for this successful mafia; the mafia that everyone knew, everyone feared. Led by none other than the pahntom

"L'eue Courante", whom everyone knew existed, but had no other clues who this person could be. The only thing known was a high heel the phantom once left.

So this person had to be woman, Harry assumend. And man, was he wrong.

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