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witcherslittledove · 3 years

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Just a Fantasy

This is both RPF and Dead Dove. Read the tags people!

Ship: Joey/Kal feat a side helping of Henry.

Words: 3.8k

CW: RPF, Dead dove do not eat, bestiality, knotting, anal sex, masturbation, mentions of A/B/O and monsterfucking.

Thank you for @deaddovecollector for being by beta and to @jaskiertheflowertwink amongst others for encouraging this!

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Joey had always preferred animals to people. His anxiety just tended to get the better of him most days, and people were just the worst. It had been a problem all throughout his childhood and had only gotten worse as he’d grown older. Performing really wasn’t a logical choice, but it was in his blood, music was in his blood, and when he’d started acting semi-professionally at university he’d just become addicted. He supposed the draw was having the chance to not be himself for a while. Everything seemed easier when he could be someone else and Jaskier was ideal for that. Whilst there were a lot of similarities between Jaskier and himself, the flirty bard had all the natural confidence and charisma that Joey lacked. He was brilliant and exhausting and some days Joey just really needed to shut Jaskier out, crawl under the duvet and hide from the world and all the people in it.

Even Henry.

It had been a fucking relief when Henry had admitted to his own anxieties and Joey finally felt like he wasn’t fighting alone anymore. Plus it also meant that Henry’s giant floof of a dog had started coming onto set. Joey was fucking relieved. Yes, it was easier to socialise using Jaskier's energy in between takes, but, when he needed to switch the bard off, Kal was there demanding cuddles and affection. So he ended up spending a lot of time with Kal, which was just wonderful and luckily Henry seemed to be okay with it.

Before long, Joey was letting Kal sleep in his trailer at night, not every night but he had to keep his door unlocked otherwise Kal would scratch and bark until Joey let him in. It was kind of cute, and he just loved lording it over Henry in between takes just to get his co-star all riled up and grumpy. Henry was particularly sexy when he was grumpy, although that didn’t really say much. Henry would be sexy wearing an old bin bag if given the chance, and Joey was weak. The bastard didn’t seem to even realise the effect he was having on Joey, just laughing away and joking around as if he wasn’t giving Joey a bi-panic attack on a daily basis. So really, it was only fair that Joey got to monopolise Kal’s attention. Henry got to have his dog for the rest of the time and Joey’s flat didn’t allow pets so he was starved of dog petting time.

Kal was a very good boy, sitting when asked and letting Joey smother him with affection even though it had to be annoying. His owner had obviously trained him well, with lots of treats and smooches just like he deserved. He was perfect company in the evenings, sleeping on the end of Joey’s bed, even though Joey had definitely promised Henry that Kal would sleep on the floor.

But really what was the harm in it?

And who could say no to those big, sad, brown eyes?

Joey wasn’t a monster, thank you very much, and he certainly wasn’t heartless, which was how Kal managed to sleep on his bed almost every night.

Joey realised his mistake when he woke up rutting helplessly against his duvet, on the edge of an orgasm as he stumbled back into consciousness. He moaned, feeling the press of something against his arse, and he barely had time to glance around before he spilled into his boxers, gasping as he came.

With Kal sniffing at his arse.

“Oh cock,” he stammered, trying desperately to shoo the dog off the bed. His cheeks were burning, and he couldn’t believe that he’d just cum with Kal in the room. Henry was going to kill him.

No.

He just wouldn’t mention it, and it wasn’t going to happen again. Kal would sleep on the floor and no one would know any better, but shame seared through Joey. It didn’t matter that he’d been asleep, he shouldn’t never have let it happen. He should have listened to Henry.

He should have, he should have, he should have…

“Fuck,” he cursed, and Kal, the precious thing, just barked at him, trying to lick Joey’s face. Joey sighed, tentatively letting his fingers dig into Kal’s fur. He hated that he already felt calmer with the warm fur beneath his hands, especially after what had just happened. He was disgusting, and- “I need a shower,” he muttered before his thoughts could spiral anymore.

Kal barked again and Joey just pointed at him. “Oh no, you are staying there. Bad Kal. No, no. Don’t give me that look. Shit. Jesus Christ, Joey, get a grip. It was an accident, won’t happen again.”

That should have been the end, but Joey couldn’t forget about it. He tried to, really he did but the seed had been planted and his thoughts kept drifting back to that moment. The shame had evolved to a burning curiosity, probably not helped by his years of reading werewolf fanfic, but that had been one of those kinks that you only like hypothetically… right?

Right.

Regardless of the lies he told himself, Joey’s libido seemed to have skyrocketed. He was horny all the fucking time, which he was blaming on working with Henry Cavill almost every day he was on set. The man was a god and Joey was bi. He couldn’t help it. Kal, the spoiled bastard, still got to sleep on the bed after the incident but Joey always tried to sort himself out before he went to sleep. Of course, a quick wank in the bathroom didn’t really cut it when he was working with an actual god everyday.

So eventually, the inevitable happened, a few days after the first time, Joey had another dream with Kal in the room. He wasn’t entirely sure what the dream was, but he drifted between sleep and consciousness aching hard and leaking precum all over his hand. He moaned as he stroked himself, using the precum as lube, gripping onto the last moments of his dream, Henry’s face and magnificent arse floating across his vision, and god, it felt so good. His back arched off the mattress as he came, spilling onto his chest, one hand digging into the sheets. The pleasure washed over him, sapping his energy and he fell back into a light slumber, boneless and satisfied.

Until he felt the warm wetness of someone licking at his cock.

Joey’s heartbeat picked up as he registered what was happening. The messy sloppy licks could only be one thing… Kal, and it felt good, better than he’d imagined. Not that he would admit that he’d imagined it, but fucking hell, Kal was so eager, and Joey knew that if he hadn’t just cum his dick would be trying to get hard again.

And he was tired, Kal was just doing him a favour by licking him clean. It didn’t mean anything.

“Just remember to shower before hair and make-up,” he slurred, hands finding Kal’s head to scritch behind the dog’s ears, “s’won’t happen again though, buddy. Last time.”

It wasn’t the last time.

That night Joey tried to make Kal sleep on the floor. He even thought about locking the dog from his trailer, but those eyes. Joey just told himself that Henry would find it suspicious if he kicked Kal out, before letting the dog into his trailer and steadfastly ignoring the heat that was already pooling at his core. He may have been losing the battle, but Joey was determined to go down fighting. Alas, it had been a particularly long day on set and he barely had time to change his clothes before he was falling asleep, there was no time to attempt to push Kal onto the floor.

And if he was honest… he didn’t really want to.

The next morning, Joey woke up to the feeling of a wet tongue lapping at his cock, and he was so close to cumming, the tight coil in his gut, hips bucking up against the mouth and tongue that was sloppily licking along his length and balls. He cursed and closed his eyes. If he didn’t think about it he could pretend it wasn’t a dog.

Except he wanted it to be.

Even with his eyes shut he could see Kal licking so eagerly at his cock, lapping the precum from the tip and slobbering all over his balls... like a fucking animal. The thought was so fucking hot that he came almost immediately, all over Kal's tongue and snout, biting back a moan. No one could hear him, especially with the door unlocked, he had to make sure no one could hear him, but it wasn’t easy. He hadn’t been this turned on in years, not since he was a teenager.

Well, after that it was really all downhill. Joey still spent a lot of time with Kal on set but when the dog barked and panted excitedly… he couldn't help but remember the moments they’d had together, caught between dreams and reality. Walking around everyday semi-hard and lost in a haze of arousal wasn’t ideal and he felt as if he’d been thrown back to school, but at least he could blame it on Henry looking like that. Still, he knew he was a mess and it was a miracle that he remembered any of his lines. Whenever someone asked he just mumbled that he was tired. They all knew how exhausting Jaskier was to play, so he got away with it.

Thank fuck.

Henry was a different matter. His co-star knew him too well, and he struggled to lie to Henry, especially with the guilt that was eating away at him.

The other actor occasionally shot him an odd look but Joey shrugged it off, what would he say? "Ah yes Henry, sorry. I was too busy thinking about fucking your dog to remember my lines.”

No.

That was never going to happen. God, the humiliation would kill him. He’d never work again, he’d go to prison. Everything he’d worked for… gone, and anyway it was just a fantasy. He could claim that he had no idea what was happening when he was half asleep and it was just a fantasy.

It wasn’t like he was going to fuck the dog.

And he really really didn’t want to think about the details of his dreams, because truly he didn’t want to fuck the dog. He was intrigued, yes, but he didn’t read werewolf smut because he wanted to fuck the werewolf. It was the thought of being knotted, being so full he could hardly breathe, the bulge pressing from his abdomen, being fucked by something that’s only goal was to chase its own pleasure; mindless and feral. Werewolves, alphas, monsters; Joey had a type. Perhaps it was because he was physically quite well-built; broad shoulders, chest hair, muscular arms and thighs, but inside he was more fluid with how he preferred to dress and present himself. Jaskier truly had been a perfect character, all poofy sleeves and colourful outfits. The world had been tricked into thinking he was more feminine than he actually was and it was freeing. He could be himself, and sometimes that meant he wanted to be absolutely wrecked by a big strong alpha, whilst he begged for their knot.

Jesus Christ, he was so fucking horny.

He needed to get laid. Masturbating in the shower just really wasn’t cutting it anymore, and Joey was seriously starting to wonder what he would be like to take Kal’s knot. Werewolves and alpha’s didn’t exist, so if he really wanted to explore that particular fantasy he’d have to get creative.

That night he didn’t even attempt to push Kal off the bed, pulling off his boxers before clambering into bed, and when his hand wrapped around his cock, he was very much awake. He just couldn’t stop looking at Kal and the dog stared back at him, tongue hanging out like it always did. Except, now Joey knew what that tongue felt like, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he could lure the dog into licking at his cock on purpose.

Joey’s breath shook as his fingers swept over his slit, gathering the small amount of precum that was already starting to leak from his cock. He swallowed, offering his hand out to Kal, chewing on his lip as he tried to push away the anxiety and the feeling that this was so very wrong.

But maybe he was getting off on the fact it was wrong. Forbidden romances were and always had been a staple in literature, the thrill, the adrenaline, it was all as addictive as sex in its own right.

Kal shuffled forwards, sniffing Joey’s sticky fingers cautiously before giving a happy yelp and lapping up the treat. The sight made Joey moan and he gently guided the dog from his fingers to his cock, hard and aching for Kal. The dog seemed to be enjoying it just as much as he was, wagging his tail as he lapped eagerly at Joey’s cock in the same unskilled but desperate way he had been that morning, and Joey’s head was spinning from the sensation of it all. He clawed and gripped at the sheets, gasping at the warm wet licks of Kal’s tongue, slightly rougher than a human’s but Joey sort of loved it.

Shit. He was fucking ruined already and he hadn’t even managed to get Kal’s cock inside him yet. Time was running out though, Jaskier’s scenes were almost completely filmed and he only had a few more days left on set. The rest of his work would be in the studio with Sonya and the other musicians, so he decided to just bite the bullet. If he only got one shot at this in his life then he wasn’t going to waste it. He’d done his antagonising, and now he was just fucking desperate for dog cock.

So Joey took advantage of his free hands, getting them covered in Kal’s slobber before slipping a finger into his hole. It wasn’t the best lube he’d ever used but he was fucking filthy and he bit his lip so hard he could taste blood as he tried to stifle his moan. Joey could safely say he had never been that turn on in his entire life before. It was a fucking miracle he hadn’t already cum, but he was pushing back his pleasure with every breath, trying to think about anything and everything that wasn’t Kal’s tongue lapping up his cum, slobbering all over his cock.

Joey managed to get two fingers worked inside him before he got impatient. He didn’t want to chicken out. He wanted this and Kal seemed to want it too, but Joey wasn’t quite sure how to get the dog to fuck him. Kal wasn’t exactly a stud and Joey was pretty certain the dog hadn’t bred a bitch before, but he was desperate and running out of opportunities to live out his dirty little fantasies. So, like all great actors, he improvised, turning around and getting onto all fours. He smeared what he could of his precum into his hole, luring Kal's attention away from his cock and presenting like a bitch, like a slutty omega, for Henry's pet dog.

“Fuck,” he groaned, dipping his head and closing his eyes as he felt his cheeks burn with the shame, but it still wasn’t enough to stop him. He was too far gone; ruined by the thought of getting fucked and knotted within an inch of his life.

Luckily for him, Kal finally got the idea as he lapped at Joey's hole, his tongue pressing inside deeper than a human could ever manage.

“Holy fucking, fuck!” Joey panted, watching his own cock leaking onto the bed below. “Shit it feels so good.”

Every prod of Kal’s tongue sent shivers down Joey’s spine and his arms shook as he struggled to stay in position. He was practically sobbing at the sweet sensations of pleasure that flooded through him. The guilt, the shame, the humiliation, it all just made it so much better, and he almost came with just Kal’s tongue, his cock neglected and untouched, but he wanted more. He needed more. With a choked moan, Joey gripped his cock tightly to stop himself from spilling onto the sheets. He was going to cum with Kal’s knot inside him, even if that meant edging him into a total mess.

He just needed to figure out how to get the dog to mount him, and in all honesty, Joey was severely lacking the brain power to come up with a plan. He just knew he needed Kal’s cock in his arse. He wanted to beg the dog to knot him, to fuck him like a little bitch, but that wasn’t going to work. It wasn't as if he could just tell Kal what he wanted, but his head was a foggy mess; horny and desperate to cum. He cooed at the dog, words slurring as he tried to coax Kal to mount him.

Joey was so lost in his mindless arousal, that he didn’t notice the click of the door handle not until Kal’s tongue stopped licking at his hole and the dog jumped off the bed with a happy bark. His heart thundered in his chest as he scrambled to try and cover himself, to make it all seem more innocent than it had been, but it was no good.

It was too late.

Henry was standing in the doorway, face blank except for a dark hunger in his eyes, or at least Joey hoped it was hunger… it was probably rage. This was how he died, trying to get a dog to fuck him like a slutty bitch.

But maybe he could still save it. There had to be some kind of excuse that would work, he had to fight, to try and save whatever dignity he had left. If he was going to die anyway then he had to at least try. “I- it- it’s…” he stammered, every thought just sounding worse than the last.

Then Henry laughed. Joey felt his eyes go wide and he gaped at his co-star. This was a dream. It had to be a dream. There was no fucking way that-

“Looks like you need some help,” Henry said, his voice low and gruff and oh so fucking hot.

Joey choked, spluttering helplessly as his muscles finally gave out and he crumpled to the bed, laughing a little hysterically as the relief crashed over him like ocean waves. He wasn’t going to die, if anything Henry seemed to be into it, which was almost certainly why Henry had said to make sure Kal slept on the floor. The bastard had known his dog would do something…

And Joey had fallen for it like a demon falling from heaven, plummeting from grace into the fires of hell below.

“Joey get back up,” Henry ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument, “Come on Kal.”

The bastard gripped Kal by the scruff off his neck and pulled the very large dog back onto the bed as if he were nothing but a pup. Joey whined, scrambling up onto all fours just in time for Kal’s paws to land on his back.The dog was heavier than he expected and the claws scratch against his skin, the pain leaving pleasure in its wake. It was too much, too much, the weight, the soft feel of Kal’s thick fur, the scrape of his claws on his skin, he couldn’t do this…

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, head spinning so he could barely remember which way was up.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Henry murmured, breath warm against the nape of his neck. There were fingers carding through Joey’s hair, soft and constant, sending tendrils of pleasure down his spine as he slowly began to relax under the weight of the dog that was now rutting against his arse. “I’ve got you, Joey, relax, that’s it,” Henry’s voice cut through the fog of arousal in Joey’s mind, every word like molten chocolate in his ears, warm and sweet and addictive.

Joey whimpered, wanting to reply but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth and he couldn’t find the words, they sat just beyond his reach as he floated in the lust-fuelled haze of his own mind. Every thrust had Kal’s cock rubbing against his hole, teasing for what was to come, until finally it pushed inside in one swift movement.

Joey couldn’t hold back his moan, crying out as Kal fucked into him, unlike anything he’d felt before; wild, feral, desperate. God, he was being used, there were no two ways about it, just used, fucked, ruined, and the hand in his hair suddenly tugged roughly, making him whimper pitifully. Henry moved Joey’s head so he could see Henry standing next to him, his own huge cock in his hands, stroking almost lazily as he watched Joey get fucked by his dog.

But god, Joey hadn’t seen a cock that large in so long… he could almost imagine Henry was his alpha and he was the slutty little omega being bred by their dog because he was so fucking insatiable.

He whined again, pleading for more even as it all felt too much.

"You think I didn't know what you were doing with my dog, Joey?" Henry growled in his ear, the words almost making Joey tumble over the edge of the orgasm that he’s been staving off for so fucking long.

"I- I... " he stammered, unable to form any coherent words as Kal kept pounding relentlessly against his prostate, sobbing as the knot pressed against his rim, growing with every thrust. The knot was bigger than he expected, and Joey wasn’t sure he could take it. His body wasn't made for this, but he wanted it, he needed it. He had never needed anything more in his life.

"You gonna take Kal's knot, Joey? Like the bitch you are?"

Joey keened, begging, sobbing, moaning as the knot pushed into him, stretching him more than he's had before. It was bordering on painful but it still wasn’t over. Kal rutted against him, grinding his cum deep into Joey, feral and animalistic, as he slobbered over Joey’s back. The dog kept losing his grip, digging his claws in with almost every thrust, the pain shooting through Joey like a live wire.

"That's it Joey, cum for us, there's a good boy"

And he did, finally letting go as he spiraled into an intense orgasm, sparks flying in front of his vision as he screamed wordlessly, his cum shooting all over his bed. Joey practically blacked out from the pleasure with Kal still tied to him, boneless as he vaguely registered the sticky warmth of Henry’s cum covering his back.

They would have plenty of time to talk about it in the morning, but Joey was far past coherency, as he fell into the void of dreams, Henry’s voice a lullaby in his ear.

#the witcher rpf #joey/henry #joey/kal #dead dove do not eat #mind the tags

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thebibliomancer · 3 years

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #248: “To Save the ETERNALS!”

October, 1984

Scarlet Witch: “It’s raining ETERNALS!”

Hallelujah?

This is a pretty striking cover. The white background is what sells it. Having an actual background would busify the cover too much.

So last times on Avengers: Bored after giving the chairman role to Vision, Wasp takes Starfox’s invitation to crash a party hosted by Sersi, a truant Eternal. Some other Eternals come to fetch Sersi for a Big, Important Eternal Thing and Wasp and Starfox end up getting dragged along when they try to stop the kidnapping.

After Sersi and Ikaris recap the Eternals’ ENTIRE HISTORY, Starfox realizes hey he’s an Eternal too! So he gets invited to the big, important Eternal Thing. Which is turning into a giant flying brain. As ya do.

But jerk fiend and eventual Great Lakes Avengers punchline Maelstrom takes advantage of all the Eternals being a giant brain and attacks, knocking out spectating Avengers Wasp and Captain Monica Marvel.

So thats a lot.

Vision and Scarlet Witch arrive in Greece after seeing Maelstrom on the video phone.

While Vision flies off in a big hurry, Scarlet Witch goes back into the Quinjet for some good exposition.

She continues to be worried about how Vision has been acting lately. Because after seeing Maelstrom, Vision barely said a word during the flight to Greece and kept pushing the engines until Wanda was afraid they’d blow up. But since he just took off and she can’t fly, she calls up what files the Avengers have on Maelstrom.

Which is Benn Grimm, the Thing, reporting on Marvel Two-in-One #72, where he teamed up with Black Bolt to fight Maelstrom who claimed to be the son of a renegade Inhuman. In the end, the Thing tossed a tube of anti-terrigen gas in his face and then Maelstrom appeared to die in an underwater cave-in.

Vision returns from his reconnaissance and does Wanda a startle so she finally unloads on him for how he’s been acting.

Scarlet Witch: “You don’t seem to be thinking at all these days! We haven’t had a real conversation since you became Avengers chairman! Half of our trip to Washington was taken up by a private meeting you had with the president! Afterwards, you didn’t even have the decency to tell me what you talked about! I had to hear from a reported that you’d discussed making the Avengers chairmanship a cabinet level post! We used to be so open with one another! What is happening to us? What is the matter? Is it me?”

Vision says ‘its not you, its me’ although in the context of him being at fault and not breaking up with her.

But he promises to do better and that she’s important to him.

Which would be heart-warming and romantic if he wasn’t making this face over her shoulder.

Why.

Anyway, with uh whatever that is handled, Vision reports what he found on his scouting nyoom.

He found the Eternal city on the side of Mount Olympus because of course its there.

Although. Wait. Where do the Olympians live? Are they neighbors? Do the Olympians live in another dimension or something? I vaguely remember something like that.

And Vision found Maelstrom who’s wearing a silly techno-harness connected to a big machine and has Captain Marvel and Wasp chained up at his feet.

You have problems, Maelstrom.

Not least of which is that his big scheme is to absorb the giant brain to make himself more powerful.

He blabs his plan to the Wasp who woke up when she sensed the opportunity to sass.

Wasp: “You seem awfully sure of yourself, Maelstrom.”

Maelstrom: “Ah, the Wasp! Back among the conscious, I see! Yes, I am quite confident... Supremely confident, you might say.”

Wasp: “But not so confident that you felt you could keep us here untied!”

Maelstrom: “If you are trying to shame me, it will not work. I am quite without shame!”

Curses, he’s immune to petty ego games.

Wasp also assumes he’s an Eternal which he’s quick to correct. No, see, his mom was a Deviant. And I guess his dad was an Inhuman, based on the Thing’s report on him. But its not like he wants revenge for all the Deviants being compressed into a giant cube.

After all, the Deviants killed his mom and raised Maelstrom in their slave pits.

In fact, after Maelstrom absorbs the giant brain, his next plan is to release the Deviants from the giant Deviant cube one by one and then do harm to them.

But, yeah, no. He does look like an Eternal. Easy mistake to make. The Eternals have been making that mistake as Maelstrom has just been hanging around for days with all the Eternals assuming he’s just some Eternal.

He’s actually maybe a little bit regretful that he has to kill them all to absorb the giant brain since the Eternals have actually been nice to him?

Maelstrom: “But power belongs to those who are willing to seize it!”

Interesting guy, Maelstrom.

He starts absorbing the Uni-Mind and totally spaces out doing that. But unfortunately, Wasp is in no position to capitalize on it because he put some leech manacles on her which are preventing her from shrinking. And Captain Marvel is completely out cold.

But Vision sneaks up intangible through the ground as he do like to do and intangibles his fingers into Maelstrom’s harness, shorting it out.

The energy discharge knocks Vision on his ass unconscious but Maelstrom just has to take a knee.

He yells up at an ominous figure standing up on a tower for not telling him that Vision was sneakign up on him. Maelstrom obviously thinks that this Deathurge is his minion but Deathurge has differing opinions.

Deathurge: For so long have I been with Maelstrom, yet still he does not understand! Still he thinks of me as his lackey! When will he learn... it is a darker power I truly serve!

Kinda wonder why he’s here. He doesn’t seem to be helping Maelstrom’s great brain heist and mostly just seems to... stand on a tower and look ominous.

But while Maelstrom was distracted yelling at a guy, the Uni-Mind breaks free of Maelstrom’s siphon and then explodes into a bunch of Eternals again.

Because it would be very improbable if that happened.

Your plan scheme just got Wanda’d, Maelstrom.

Huh. When I saw the cover, I wouldn’t have guessed that Wanda is the reason why its raining Eternals, hallelujah.

Goes to shows.

But since it was very improbable indeed that the Uni-Mind would explode into peoples, Wanda is wiped out.

Captain Marvel starts waking up and Wasp orders her to bust the chains, don’t even think about just go go go.

And Monica Marvel CHOOOMs the leech manacles.

It’s probably a testament to her power that she can bust right through the power dampening handcuffs but Maelstrom immediately hits her with some pink with kirby krackle which apparently is an energy field for sapping strength and down goes Captain Marvel again.

>=|

Wasp dodges the pink energy and gets out of the way so Vision can shoot his forehead laser at Maelstrom.

I sometimes forget he has that thing.

Vision: “Yes, Maelstrom, I have found your weakness! you are vulnerable to energy that is not purely kinetic! That is why you required the power siphon to absorb the psionic energy of the Uni-Mind!”

Maelstrom insists that he’ll still kick Vision’s ass except we’ll never know if he was talking out his ass or not.

Starfox wakes up from being a giant brain and decides to go punch the bad guy.

Except except except.

Punches is kinetic energy. Fool that he is, Starfox just recharged Maelstrom.

Starfox: “I am Eros, called the Starfox... son of Mentor! The blood of the Eternals flows in my veins... and I am an Avenger! Thus I have the greatest stake in seeing you fall!”

Maelstrom: “No doubt! But you’ll not accomplish it this way!”

And then suddenly giant Maelstrom just picks up Starfox and hurls him at Vision who is forced to super-dense catch Starfox instead of intangible out of the way and let the idiot hit a wall head first.

Hm. Guy absorbs kinetic energy and gets beefier? So he’s like a less stylish Sebastian Shaw?

That’s not a flattering comparison for you, Maelstrom.

Makarri, Thena, and Ikaris of the Eternals wake up and also try to jump on and pummel Maelstrom.

... God, its like they weren’t even paying attention.

Good thing they’re immortal because they have no survival instinct among them.

Maelstrom throws them off and then whips out the pink bio-kinetic energy again, using it to crowd control the Eternals.

Then he announces that yeah, sure, the brain thing was foiled. But he absorbed enough information while he was draining the Uni-Mind that he has an even cooler plan for even greater power now.

So his new plan is to just leave. And go do something else.

‘Walk away with no further conflict you say? Nuts to that!’ - Scarlet Witch, presumably.

In fairness. This isn’t really a no harm, no foul situation.

I wouldn’t give Maelstrom over to the Eternals to add to the Deviant cube but he’s just going to do more asshole things if he walks away.

Starfox wants to go over and start punching Maelstrom again because. I DUNNO! The man is supposed to be smarter than this!

Vision stops him and tells him that instead he’ll need to use his pleasure power on Vision’s mark.

Starfox is startled that Vision knows about his secret weirdo power but this isn’t the time for a conversation.

Instead its time for microwaves.

Vision signals Captain Marvel to do her thing and she flies at Maelstrom, turning into infrared and microwave radiation, toasting Maelstrom up.

Then Wasp pew pews with her pew pew, while staying ten feet away so he can’t absorb any kinetic energy. That’s apparently why her stings sucked when she tried shooting him before. She got too close.

Well, her stings are bio-electrical so him absorbing her bio-kinetic energy would probably weaken them? Probably?

Maelstrom actually panics a little because the Avengers aren’t being dumb. They’re pelting him with energy attacks from a distance, wearing him down and not giving him a chance to build up his energy stores again.

I’m proud of you, guys. I knew you could fight smart if you put your minds to it.

Then with Maelstrom weakened, Starfox tries to use his PLEASURE BEAMS and tells him that actually we’re all friends here, won’t you be our friend?

Starfox: “The others will tell you I’m not one to hold a grudge! Besides, you really don’t want to hurt anyone! You’ll be much happier giving yourself up!”

Maelstrom: “Giving... up? Y-yes, that does sound nice. I... No!! What are you doing to me?!?”

So since Maelstrom succeeds his will save against the persuasion check, or something, Scarlet Witch just casts a spell of ‘on your knees, asshole’ and makes Maelstrom fall to his knees.

Realizing that he might actually be defeated, in the city of his mother’s enemies no less!, Maelstrom calls out for Deathurge to attend him.

Deathurge: “At last, the call I have longed for!”

Hmmmm. Maybe Maelstrom should have been more specific.

I admit that its very possible that this is exactly what Maelstrom wanted Deathurge hanging around for. But having a guy standing by to kill you so you don’t have to tally an L sure is an interesting way of going about things.

Also, the narration says spear but Deathurge’s weapon is clearly a very anime scythe. A dude in Bleach had two of this exact weapon.

Captain Marvel, as the nyoomiest of the Avengers, flies at Deathurge as the “spear” returns to his hand. He tries to hit her with the “spear” but it goes right through her and then she goes right through him when she tries to tackle him.

Since they can both be intangible, Deathurge declares this a stalemate and drops down into the ground. Captain Marvel tries to follow as x-rays but loses the ominous weirdo.

So that was a thing that happened.

Maelstrom sure folded like nothing once people who knew how his powers work actually started fighting back.

And I can’t even ding him for explaining his powers because he didn’t. Vision just did his research.

Anyway, even though the Uni-Mind ritual was interrupted, the Eternals still learned what they should be doing. Since the Eternals have grown stagnant on Earth, THEY’RE GOING TO SPAAAAACE!

Most of them anyway.

Ikaris, Sersi, Thena, Valkin... Lets just say the main Eternals are going to stay on Earth.

The Eternals chosen to go out into space form a Uni-Mind again, grabs the Deviant cube, hurls it out of the solar system, and then takes off into space.

“So does the Uni-Mind, in all its wisdom, protect its native world from the Deviant menace.”

Eeeesh.

I thought squeezing them all into a cube was bad enough, now you’re sending them into space forever? You couldn’t find a planet where they can’t hurt anyone and just dunk them there?

Back down on Earth, the Avengers and Eternals watch a giant brain fly into space.

Wasp: “To think, this all started with Starfox and me crashing Sersi’s party! I certainly never expected to be in Greece at day’s end, watching the Eternals leave Earth!”

Really makes you think. That its a good thing that most Avengers’ day job is being an Avenger.

Captain Marvel asks Starfox if he’s sorry that he didn’t go with the giant brain and he says participating in one Uni-Mind thing was an incredible experience that he wouldn’t have missed but he’s a free spirit and there’s a bunch of stuff he still wants to do on Earth.

Which Sersi certainly agrees with.

The Avengers offer her a lift back home and she has perhaps the greatest of attitudes about everything that went down.

Sersi: “I hope my friends in the city have kept the party going! If they haven’t... well, we’ll just have to start one of our own!”

That’s the spirit!

But meanwhile, halfway around the world in a secret underground lair, Deathurge pops out of the floor.

Villains are villainous and all but you can’t beat the class of “secret underground lair.” Step up, heroes.

Deathurge struts over to some tubes and goes Everything Has Transpired According to Plan.

Because inside one of the tubes (or maybe all of the tubes??) is a fresh new Maelstrom body!

Deathurge: If all goes as you have planned, you shall soon awaken within this newly prepared body, ready to live again. And, as ever, I will stand by... ready to attend... Until all your lives have been lived!

Well!

No wonder Maelstrom has a dude standing by to pop him. He’s got extra lives!

Anyway, that was the unexpected Eternals three-parter nobody called for. But Avengers is the place to go to tie up loose ends from other books and concepts.

Avengers’ll accommodate you, they have room in their hearts and publishing schedule.

Follow @essential-avengers because there’s more Maelstrom coming! Wait, is that anything people want? There’s also Hercules! I know people like Hercules! He gives the best hugs! Also like and reblog if you like to reblog.

#avengers #Maelstrom #Deathurge #Eternals #Starfox #the Vision #Scarlet Witch #captain marvel #Monica Rambeau #the Wasp #essential avengers #essential marvel liveblogging #just another one of those days for the avengers #the eternals have a really galaxy brain idea

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Actually if Carroll is giving one to Jayden he wants one in return :) 🍆

{ ☆ } Jayden would be lying if he said that he hadn’t put some thought into this. A lot of it, actually… mainly when they’d had been broken up the second time. When one lays around in bed for hours on end staring unseeingly at the ceiling, the mind tends to wander. He can hardly be blamed for preferring those kinds of speculations to the… scarier ones. Now that things are back on track, college on the horizon and eighteen years of lifetime experience under his belt— most of which Jayden would say was a suck-fest, but the latter years definitely started picking up —it seems like as good a time as any to completely destroy whatever shred of dignity he may have earned in his ‘old age’, as Jayden has been jokingly referring to it.

❝ Okay, so— Carroll likes it when I wear his clothes, as he should because I look amazing in them. Anyway, I’m wearing his sweater and I look adorable as Hell and he’s hard as fuck over it. I dunno if sex in a sweater is a good thing because of overheating or whatever, but we could always crank the AC or I could just wear one of his shirts instead… but that doesn’t matter. We’re not talking technicalities, we’re talking aesthetic. ❞ And him getting railed while wearing Carroll’s sweater is a damn good one. He wants Carroll to look at him and make no mistake who’s Butterfly he is. To see him and be constantly reminded of how his sweaters are ALWAYS in danger of theft now… and how he wouldn’t have it any other way.

❝ And obviously there’s some foreplay because I deserve it. He’s slipping his hands under his big-ass sweater so he can touch me and he’s kissing me and running his fingers through my hair… ❞ Jayden mimics the motion with his own hand, smugly grinning as bright, thick strands fall back into their floofed texture. ❝ And he’s waxing poetic which is HOT AS FUCK… ❞ Dirty talk, who? Jayden only fantasizes about a stacked dork writing impulse poetry about how sexy he is. ❝ Makes me feel special, y’know? Anyways… Things are getting hot and heavy and etc… Tragic as it may be, I’ll skip the juicy details and just get to the main point. ❞

Hands clasped in front of himself, smug smirk grows as they quirk a brow, ❝ I ride him like he’s a fucking bucking bronco in a rodeo. ❞ Perhaps not as eloquent as Carroll could have made it sound, but Jayden is pretty proud of the metaphor. Snickering, they shamelessly continue— after all, it’s not like Carroll is around to hear. THAT would be embarrassing. ❝ Sure, we start out slow because I’m not gonna not tease him as I sliiiiiiide on down onto whatever he’s packing. Which would FIT, by the way. ❞ A curt and quick retort to what they know everyone is thinking, brows knitting and beak puckered in a pout for a moment before resuming, ❝ But yeah— He’s holding my hips and I’m doing my thing, and I’m good at it, and I can tell I am because his face is all red and his body is sweaty even though he’s just lying there watching me… and his eyes are all dazed like they get when he really, REALLY likes what he sees. Like when we rest our foreheads together and just- look at each other, only different because we’re- y’know… ❞

Cheeks flush at his tangent, that moment of unplanned sap managing to be what embarrasses him. Coughing into a closed fist, he shakes his head and continues, ❝ But yeah. Carroll likes it… A lot. And I do too because well, I wouldn’t mind him being ON me like, loom- hovering over. Because he’s Carroll. I know he’s not gonna hurt me or something… and I’m sure whenever we- yeah… He’ll be on top sometimes. But I just— when I imagine it… I’m just on top, okay? ❞ One can hardly blame him for feeling hesitant to be pinned down or completely surrender control. Not after how it felt the last time it happened. Shaking his head, Jayden tries to refocus on the more appropriate vibes.

Which are horny and smug as Hell about it.

❝ So, we start out slow and I’m doing great and Carroll is feeling great and so do I because it’s just- awesome… And then he starts moving his hips too, and before we know it he’s slamming me down onto him and slamming into me which just makes it even BETTER and- fuck. It’s just all kinds of amazing. Like how you always hear people talk about sex or see in videos but it’s for REAL. ❞ Confident that his lack of experience about the subject aside from a few scenarios and buzzwords isn’t showing, Jayden swallows thickly as he averts his gaze up and to the side, trying to will his body temperature to lower before it becomes a problem, ❝ He keeps telling me how much he loves me too. Like— a LOT. Saying how great I am and that he’s glad I’m here and it’s only me forever and….. Other stuff like that. Nice stuff. ❞

Twirling a strand of hair around a finger, Jayden shrugs and tries to will his cheeks to stop flooding with heat, ❝ I’m probably moaning and screaming his name and saying I love him too. The kinda shit that you’d expect… and then when it’s all done he holds me close to his chest and he’s not even a little upset about how messy that sweater probably got. He’s just hugging me and playing with my hair and kissing me until we eventually fall asleep… or just take a nap. Depends on what time it was when he was fucking me. ❞

With that blunt statement, the tale is complete. { ☆ }

#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴜꜱ ❞ ◌ ᴛᴇᴇɴ/ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ¦ 「 Jayden 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ-ᴡᴄᴏ-ᴏᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Jayden IC 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ? ❞ ¦ 「 Jayden and Carroll 」#calvinssins

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bloody-bee-tea · 4 years

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Untamed Winter Fest Day 17

Bells

This belongs to the ever growing story of Overgrown (Inktober Day 14), Shiver (Untamed Fest Day 1) and Ornament (Untamed Fest Day 2), though it can probably be read as a stand alone.

Jiang Cheng hesitates to put his bell down. It would rest next to Lan Xichen’s, like it does every night, and while Jiang Cheng knows that Lan Xichen has accepted his marriage proposal—as he accepted Lan Xichen’s in return—he can’t help but to wonder what would happen if Lan Xichen knew him completely.

Jiang Cheng is still surprised enough that someone like Lan Xichen would even accept his temper and his rudeness. He doubts Lan Xichen will stay if he finds out how ugly Jiang Cheng truly is.

“What’s going on, my heart?” Lan Xichen suddenly asks from behind him, and Jiang Cheng puts the bell down.

He knows he will never get over how it looks; two very similar bells next to each other, the meaning behind them more than clear to anyone familiar with the Jiang traditions.

Lan Xichen can’t deny that he belongs to Jiang Cheng when he wears it.

Jiang Cheng wonders if Lan Xichen will still want that once he finds out.

“I’m just thinking,” Jiang Cheng slowly starts, dread settling in his gut but he knows he has to do this.

Before they take the vows and can’t come back from this. Lan Xichen deserves to know the truth, before he pledges himself to Jiang Cheng without a way back.

“That’s never good,” Lan Xichen teases with a small smile as he encircles Jiang Cheng from the side, peppering his cheek with kisses.

Jiang Cheng leans into Lan Xichen for a moment, allows himself to pretend that everything is alright, before he steps out of his arms.

“Don’t you ever wonder why I won’t take my shirt off around you?” Jiang Cheng starts, and he knows he can’t go back now. Not after he put it out in the open.

“You don’t want to, that’s all I need to know,” Lan Xichen gives back and Jiang Cheng closes his eyes.

He still isn’t sure how someone as perfect as Lan Xichen is even on this earth right now. And how Jiang Cheng got so lucky to call him his, if even just temporary.

“But you must be curious,” Jiang Cheng tries again and Lan Xichen’s gaze goes gentle.

“And you’ll tell me when you’re ready,” he easily gives back but Jiang Cheng shakes his head.

“What if I’m never ready?”

“Then you never take off your shirt.”

“Just like that?” Jiang Cheng asks because it can’t be that easy, it just can’t.

“Just like that,” Lan Xichen agrees and then takes a step forward to take Jiang Cheng’s hand in his. “A-Cheng, I love you. You, not whatever it is that you’re hiding. It doesn’t matter to me, as long as you want to stay by my side and love me, too.”

“Don’t you ever think that I don’t trust you? Keeping this from you?”

“A-Cheng, I live with you in your family home. I have your bell. You let your nephew call me Uncle. You allow me to sleep next to you, to stand by your side. There is no more trust you can give me.”

Jiang Cheng has to blink back tears at that. He really doesn’t deserve Lan Xichen.

“What if you don’t want me anymore once you know?” Jiang Cheng still asks, because that’s his biggest fear: that Lan Xichen will take one look at the mess of scars on his chest and turn around, leaving Jiang Cheng.

“I doubt that one thing could make me not want you anymore. Not when there are a thousand reasons that make me want you.”

“You’re such a goddamn romantic sap,” Jiang Cheng breathes out, his shoulders relaxing and he steps closer to Lan Xichen again.

“But I’m your goddamn romantic sap,” Lan Xichen mumbles as he slides his hand under Jiang Cheng’s shirt and puts it warm and comforting on the small of his back.

Jiang Cheng hasn’t allowed this for the longest time in the beginning, too afraid that Lan Xichen would slide it to the front and feel his scars, but of course Lan Xichen had noticed how uncomfortable this has made Jiang Cheng.

It was a bit of trial and error for Lan Xichen, to find out where Jiang Cheng would accept to be touched, but he never abused that trust. He keeps his hands to Jiang Cheng’s back, and his sides sometimes, and his hands never stray too close to the scars.

“You are,” Jiang Cheng breathes out, leans easily into the kiss that Lan Xichen gifts him, and he doesn’t voice his other thoughts.

‘I wonder for how long,’ he doesn’t say because maybe, just maybe Lan Xichen will surprise him.

Jiang Cheng usually isn’t one for hope, but he learned a thing or two from Lan Xichen.

They are both breathing a little more heavily when they part and Jiang Cheng pulls them towards the bed.

“I can’t—not today,” Jiang Cheng blurts out, and then immediately curses himself, because what if Lan Xichen misunderstands?

“Whenever you’re ready,” Lan Xichen says and bites soft kisses into the line of Jiang Cheng’s throat, making him shudder.

“What if I’m never ready?” Jiang Cheng gasps out as Lan Xichen starts to suck at the soft skin under Jiang Cheng’s ear.

“Then it’s never,” Lan Xichen mumbles into his skin, and Jiang Cheng groans.

He really doesn’t deserve Lan Xichen.

“Stop talking,” he instructs as he topples them over on the bed and Lan Xichen laughs against him.

“You’re the one who keeps talking,” he teasingly chides Jiang Cheng who has the perfect solution for that.

There are lots of other things they can do with their mouths after all.

~*~*~

The thought won’t leave Jiang Cheng.

What if Lan Xichen really accepts his scars? What if he won’t even find them disgusting?

It’s not something Jiang Cheng dares to think too often, it still can go wrong after all, but the quiet confidence with which Lan Xichen has answered his questions makes him think that maybe, just maybe, one thing in his goddamn life won’t go wrong.

Jiang Cheng knows he probably worries too much about this; not even just the fact that he’s about to show his scars to Lan Xichen, but also about the when and where and how, and in the end he decides to just do it the next time he and Lan Xichen are together in privacy.

He did not expect Lan Xichen to walk in the very second he thought that.

“You’re awfully pale, my heart,” Lan Xichen says, worry clear in his voice and he hurries over, roams his hands over Jiang Cheng to check him for injures.

“Let me show you,” Jiang Cheng brings out, and his voice is wobbling more than he would like.

“Jiang Cheng,” Lan Xichen says seriously and rests his hands over Jiang Cheng’s who are worrying the hem of his under-robe. “Don’t do this because you think you have to. Only do it if you want to.”

Jiang Cheng smiles at him, and he’s aware of how watery it is, and he presses a quick kiss to Lan Xichen’s lips.

“I want you to know all of me, even though I’m terrified,” he admits and turns his hands to grab Lan Xichen’s instead of his under-robe.

“There’s nothing terrifying about the people who love you knowing all of you,” Lan Xichen gently tells him and Jiang Cheng shakes his head.

“There is when it could mean they leave me,” he gives back and Lan Xichen sighs.

“A-Cheng, my heart, you asked me if it ever bothered me that you don’t trust me,” he says and Jiang Cheng frowns, confused why Lan Xichen brings this up now. “It doesn’t bother me that you don’t trust me with this,” Lan Xichen says and gently tugs at the fabric under their hands, “but it does bother me that you don’t trust me to love you, no matter what.”

“Most of the people who loved me are dead or gone,” Jiang Cheng mutters and Lan Xichen pulls him into a hug.

“And I am still here. I promised to marry you, to always love you. Why won’t you trust me that I will stand by my word?”

Jiang Cheng has to swallow a few times before he finds his voice again.

“I’m trying to,” he eventually mutters, because that’s all he can give Lan Xichen right now. “And this is me trying to,” he goes on as he pulls away from Lan Xichen, hands going to the hem of his robe again. “Let me.”

“Okay,” Lan Xichen easily agrees and he leans forward to kiss Jiang Cheng’s brow. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Jiang Cheng breathes out and then just sheds his robe.

He figures quicker is better than a long, slow reveal.

Jiang Cheng keeps his eyes a little bit to the left of Lan Xichen, isn’t ready to see the look on his face, but he still hears the faint gasp Lan Xichen lets out.

Lan Xichen reaches out, before he curls his fingers inwards and pulls his hand back.

“Can I?” he asks, and Jiang Cheng can do nothing but shrug, because he knows his voice would fail him.

But Lan Xichen isn’t running, and he can’t be too disgusted if he asks to touch.

“What happened?” Lan Xichen lowly asks as he brushes his fingertips over the scars on Jiang Cheng’s chest, causing Jiang Cheng to flinch.

Lan Xichen immediately takes his hand back.

“Do they still hurt you?”

“I’m not used to someone touching them,” Jiang Cheng admits and finally looks back to Lan Xichen again.

He wasn’t prepared for the look of complete and utter heartbreak on Lan Xichen’s face.

“A-Cheng, what happened?” he asks again and Jiang Cheng works his jaw a few times before he finds his words.

“These,” he starts and gestures at the mess on his chest, “are a token from the Wen Sect, right before Wen Zhuliu burned my core out of me. This,” he goes on and points at the vertical scar on his lower abdomen, “is from the core transplant.”

“And you survived both,” Lan Xichen breathes out and gently trails his fingers over the criss-crossing scars on his chest again.

Some of them were really deep, Jiang Cheng knows that logically, and he can still see it, by how thick they have become, but he doesn’t remember it. When he came out of his catatonic state, they had already been mostly healed.

“I did,” Jiang Cheng agrees, because what else is there to say to that.

“What were you so afraid of?” Lan Xichen asks him, honestly curious like it seems, like he can’t figure out what has gone through Jiang Cheng’s head all this time.

“You finding them disgusting. Thinking me weak,” Jiang Cheng admits, as he drops his gaze.

Powerful cultivators barely have scars. Jiang Cheng knows Lan Wangji has some on his back, but they are from a punishment that’s meant to scar. The spiritual energy usually doesn’t allow scars to stay, and only the weaker cultivators have some.

It’s just another reminder that Jiang Cheng is average at best.

“Oh, A-Cheng,” Lan Xichen sighs out and grabs Jiang Cheng by his shoulders. “You had your core burnt out of you. That alone would have killed lesser men. And you didn’t only survive that, but also a transplant on top of those injuries on your chest. Even if I didn’t know you, those scars would tell me that you are the strongest man I have ever met.”

Jiang Cheng can feel the tears burning in his eyes and he raises his hands to grab Lan Xichen’s wrists. Lan Xichen shifts his hands without dislodging Jiang Cheng’s and cradles Jiang Cheng’s face in his hands.

“They don’t make you ugly or weak. They just show everyone what I already knew: that you are the strongest and most beautiful man ever.”

“You can’t just say things like that,” Jiang Cheng sobs out and Lan Xichen smiles at him.

“I can, if they are the truth.”

“A-Huan,” Jiang Cheng says, voice coated with tears and Lan Xichen kisses the tears from the corner of his eyes.

“I love you and I am still going to make you mine,” he promises and Jiang Cheng is openly sobbing now but Lan Xichen is holding him safely, allowing Jiang Cheng to let it all out.

Jiang Cheng still doesn’t understand how he ever got this lucky, but he will never allow Lan Xichen to leave him.

Not that there is anything that can send him running, apparently.

#bt writes #the untamed #mdzs #xicheng #untamed winter fest #established relationship #hurt/comfort #scars #lxc continues to be the best ever

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thewolfisawake · 3 years

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Since I’m in this brainrot alone, of course I’m just gonna end up thinking of a Hypmic AU with muses and their friends because I’m trash like that. Anyway, to avoid spamming my discord with the ideas, I’m just writing it on here. So a couple muses and those from @arcxnumvitae and @shxtteredillusions.

Starting with Kesil just because he honestly doesn’t fit with the rest. His actually came first as I thought of him with his friends from a different platform. He would be rolling with his delinquent/probably doing some illegal shit friends. Their style is more like MTC with the rough and tumble, down and dirty sort of thing. His MC name is actually Shinigami because I gotta stick with his ‘thing’ no matter the AU! I do not know what his mic nor speakers would end up like. I think most of his themes are related to him as a killer as he in this verse likely only learned and became good with a hypmic just because it’s the only weapon he could have. I mean...he probably could sneak one regardless but since most weapons were phased to mics, he probably learned. His rap ability would probably be something like Death Reversal, basically he could deny himself or his comrades of being knocked out as it fits with his actual ability of death force manipulation. Of all the guys I think he’s most like, it’s probably Rio as I don’t feel he’s overly expressive. Not because of lack of feeling but just that cool under pressure sore of thing

Anyway onto the Bastion Kids because they’re my faves to mess with

Ofc Lucien’s the easiest to think of this crap for. I do not have a MC name because unlike the creators, I have shame. But probably something wolf related. I feel his mic would be pretty old so look like a carbon microphone (because I think I’m funny) and be pretty simple. Don’t know what his speakers would be like. I think his themes are actually rather mundane when outside of battle. But in battle, cutthroat bastard. He’s like absolute annihilation of his enemy, his words are like the maw of a beast, he’d rip you to shreds. His ability is Cornered Counter, basically as his energy dwindles, his attacks get more powerful. Basically you gotta be decisive with him because the longer he lasts, the more dangerous he is. So obviously his is most like Samatoki’s as it fits his aggressive tone and no back down attitude.

I have a feeling he probably pissed off the Party of Words and thus if they had the chance to deal with him, they would’ve. Maybe he and his fam had differing views as to how to take this change in the world. I feel like he preferred the old ways but had to adapt to using a hypnosis mic in order to survive. And survive he did.

Katarina’s was somewhat easier to do because she’s very clear in her presentation. I debate if she’d just straight up use her name or if it’d be something like Prima (either by itself or being Prima Donna), something denoting her regality. Her mic is likely a stand one fashioned like crystalline ice. Her speakers kind of hard to describe other than like a metallic feminine figure that kind of looks like a warlord, armed to the teeth with swords. Her themes are of betterment of the state of her surroundings, how she’ll change it with her own hands and utmost confidence of herself. Her rap ability I am still working on since while the idea currently works with her actual ability...what it ends up doing runs counter to her personality. It’d be called Dazzle and would basically redirect an opponent’s attack to someone else. However the issue is Kat can’t choose who it goes to. Since there’s not much I can draw from with the ladies of hypmic, I would go with CL for her sound although I found Chanmina while searching and thought this hits me for Kat. But if I had to choose a character, it’d be Ichijiku.

I actually think her mother might’ve been a good soldier for the Party of Words but then she kinda sorta ended up falling in love with the enemy. Whoops. Except like the Party of Words didn’t know she did (supposedly). And so she left and went to be with Kat’s dad, who was a resistance member but wasn’t able to use a mic. So Kat is like the kid that was like...y’know we could live in peace if we’re not super oppressive. I feel like Petra taught her how to rap as it’s the only viable weapon for Kat so that’s what she uses.

Crowe’s is a pain because he’s a pain. I don’t have a MC name either maybe Shadow? Too basic? I dunno. His mic either a headset or futuristic kind of shades he wears. I’m sure everyone finds it odd. His speakers look more like cameras and briefcases with like a dicey looking umbrella. It’s huge frickin’ homage to spy stuff y’all. And you’ll figure out the function of them when he turns his speakers on you. Electric volt briefcases, umbrella gun, that kinda stuff. His themes are pretty pessimistic, the secrets of others, the ability to get his hands dirty and what those dirty hands can and can’t do. His rap ability I feel would be based on his gorgon blood so likely named such (Gorgon) or Eyebite and would work where he paralyzes an opponent from taking their turn. Who I draw most for him is actually Jakurai although obviously his voice is no where as deep.

If there had to be a traitor, it’s probably Crowe. He isn’t particularly happy about it but at the same time, it’s not like he’s brave enough to deal with his overlords. Not when he knows the things they COULD do. Or maybe he’s doing spy stuff on Chuuoku and is in a continuously perilous position but can’t or won’t talk to anyone about it. Basically he still has his paranoia but for a different reason.

Hmmm Taylor’s giving me a lot of problems because I just can’t pin down a lot for her. I don’t have a name for her nor any idea what she’d go with. Maybe something food based? The only ones coming to mind are Red Velvet and Matcha. Her mic? I think she’d use a hand held mic. Kind of like the ones you do karaoke on in terms of shape. Her speakers? * confused noises * Her themes mmm....I think hers are rather upbeat although not without bite! Her rap ability still eludes me. If I’m thinking of sound, I would put it as something like Calliope although again her words are lighter than hers.

I feel like Taylor’s family ended up with her parents not surviving the war and thus was left with Rhett to try to keep his siblings from being separated from him. She didn’t view a need to learn how to rap--after all a lot of the population doesn’t seem to--but her mind was changed after being kidnapped for ransom and subjected to the effects of a hypnosis mic. She ended up saved by then then ragtag kids and wanted to learn so that she was never in that position again.

Hooo boy, Emil has that instinctual attention to tone shift going mad. Oh god. I do not have a MC name for him either. I feel Prince would be far too on the nose. So something else. I think he’d have a stand mic, I think his would be like I think it’s a certain kind of ribbon mic? Like this? Makes me think of like old school announcers that fits with his lively personality. I feel like his speakers would be more like ice fragments that feels like they should be falling but don’t. His themes are like half light-hearted and inviting, about having a good time with others. But the other times it’s about masks and charades. He is the kind that has that tone drop and you can tell it’s another ‘presence’ to Emil. One that is vicious and will have you sinking. His rap ability is Frostbite, which would essentially have any battle of his become a race against time. His ability starts sapping the energy of his opponent and of course if they drop...it’s game over for them. His sound when light-hearted is more like Hifumi in like vocal tone but with Ramuda’s flow. Yet I feel like the perfect sound for his is Gentaro’s verse in Stella (Emil, I hope you know you are the biggest pain in terms of style) in terms of like how he sounds in alternating between cutting and light.

I feel like his mom had stayed in the Chuuoku under the Party of Words but had seen Emil’s dad while outside of the ward. And then she fell pregnant and was in love with Emil when he was born despite him being a son than daughter. And when faced with either handing Emil over to his dad or leaving Chuuoku, she chose the latter. This was her baby. Emil had grown up with both but his mom passed away...his father suspecting it to be Chuuoku’s doing, moved away far from the ward. However Emil grew curious of the hypnosis mic that his mother had used when she was alive and so he ran off near Chuuoku, where he met a...unkind mentor (basically his grandma in normal verse stuff) that did teach him but did affect his candor.

Cipriana I have also am having some trouble thinking things of. I do not have a MC name but I think it’d be cool if she chose one that’s like...reclaiming and being proud of her ‘runt’ status. Also am not sure about her mic. I think she’d have a handheld one though. As her mic, maybe they’re in the shape of spools with like threads all around and at least one connecting her her mic. Her themes I feel would be a bit like that somber hope? Like it sounds a little sad but it’s ultimately about a better day eventually. Which contrasts to how she is in a battle as I imagine she is very loud in presence since this is more or less a fight and she isn’t getting knocked down again (her mindset of chasing down Lucien absolutely frightens and intrigues me). I just thought of her ability being like By a Thread, where she essentially she cannot be ringed out and can be a little harder to knock out. Her set up kind of makes like a net or wrap around her to keep her from falling (also makes her look like a doll in some aspects, oooh callback). I think of her sound very much like Nemu.

I do not know how she runs in this story except maybe that she was normal and just simply ended up in the whirlwind of hypnosis mics. Although sitting here now, I’m thinking if Arsenio had a mic and had used it against her--since it’s basically inflicting psychic damage--on her even though she didn’t have one (which is illegal btw). And Vini had it with his shit and used his own and having the same mindset as in her original verse, she actually took one of their mics and used her words against Vinicio, still causing their original rift...just worse. A lot of the same plotting from there maybe? Eventually she meets the rest of the kids.

Aspis has been rather hit or miss. I am still thinking on his MC name but Yaksha has been in there. I am thinking of his mic to be handheld and I can’t think of anything particular for its design. I think of his speakers looking like demon masks with the speaker part within the mouth. It’s kinda intense looking especially since you know he’s so sweet. Gotta keep his contrasting aesthetic somewhere. His themes are usually about mundane things as well. Musings about those of his past and present. I feel he’s the least biting towards others in battles? Like a lot of battles are attacking something about your opponent or about one’s own ability. I think Aspis would rely less on tearing someone down. Not saying he can’t but I feel like it’s gonna be a bloodbath if he does. His rap ability would be called Katashiro, where he links to another person (usually an opponent) where when he is injured, that damage is shared between him and the opponent. Which coupled with his odd endurance, could drop whoever he linked with before he falls. If I think of his sound, I think of Kuko’s flow but also Ichiro’s lyrical way.

I feel like Aspis gonna have all the crap things of being a war orphan for himself. Pretty self-reliant and not one to take help because he kinda doesn’t know how to. But I think music saves him, I think Daza might be a DJ who even if she didn’t have a mic, she got him understanding of flow and the like. And it was just a comfort for him. She probably helped him obtain a mic. And he was friends and the like with Yukina until she went with the Party of Words.

Aya’s is like Aspis’ hit or miss in terms of what I can think of. MC names are harrrrdddddd. I feel like her mic I alternate between it being the kind you see a cabaret singer use or a handheld. Maybe one of the first that does both??? I can’t think much in design other than ‘shimmery.’ Not like gaudy but like you watch her move or light hits just right and you see it shine...like her. Her speakers looks more like a theater. With like velvety curtain backdrop and everything. And her attacks look pretty until they hit you. I’m thinking like razor flower petals sort of thing. Her themes...mmm, I feel like overall it’s just ‘pop-y’ and light. It’s nothing like her battling. I feel she just sounds pleasant but then has some serious cutthroat bars. Despite this, I think of her rap ability being Renewal, being able to make others’ attacks stronger and cutting the damage they take. Super supportive skill which she probably took a while to figure out about. I actually found her sound while looking at other stuff. Which I think is Jeon Soyeon easily.

Also not quite sure where she would be in the story other than I think Meg would’ve procured her a mic for her protection. And I think she cultivated her rapping to have a rap ability. And I feel like Meg was worried about it and wanted Aya away from eyes that would witness it. Because although it has no offensive power for Aya herself (at least not that anyone’s made her come to that point), it is useful for like...a team or ally situation. So useful for the Party of Words and what Meg wants to avoid. But she can’t really stop Aya from doing what she wants with her mic.

#long post #oh god #so long #and there's still holes #{Hypmic AU}#probably gonna come up with snazzy name later #but for now it's done #;wishlist

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Aces in Spaces Chapter 9

*Stands on a chair* It’s Monday again!!!!!

And Roman and Erica are going on a double date with Butcher and Hannah because I said so :D

Tags: @sunshinepascal @rentskenobi @obaby-wan @maybege @princessxkenobi @agent-450

Excessive fluff, country music, more fluff, Butcher being soft, Roman being a sap, Erica being a pain and planning ahead to spite Roman, did I mention fluff?

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Reference Photos!!! Erica’s dress is first then Roman’s outfit (ft. Ewan:))

“Starshine?”

It’s called out as Roman fusses with his tie in the mirror, eyes never leaving it and frown etching itself deeper. He hears a giggle from the kitchen before his Starshine appears, the hair on the crown of her head pulled into a ponytail and the rest added in in links down the back, it’s gotten slightly longer he’s noticed, falling to the middle of her neck when down instead of her lips or chin. It’s a small difference, but he notices.

“Your hair’s gotten longer.”

She tilts her head, looking down at the flowing sundress and white sneakers she’s also wearing before looking back at him in the mirror and blinking twice (it seems smug he thinks but he’s noticed and he plans to point it out). “That’s what you needed me for?”

“I need you for a lot of things dear one—”

“Telling you you’re over-dressed being one of them apparently, we’re going to a barn dance Roman it’s hardly a black-tie affair.” It’s teasing but it’s fond and he can’t really complain, turning to look her in the eyes as he gives his best rebuttal.

“You said we were going dancing—”

“Swing dancing” she cuts in

“Yes, and then you said you were wearing a dress”

“A sundress.”

“Which can also be formal” He adds in an attempt at defense and she shakes her head and laughs.

“Not suit and tie formal silly”

He huffs.

“You’re just worried I’m going to put you in jeans again”

He tries not to wrinkle his nose, he really does.

“Don’t act like that” She says placatingly “Butch’ll cry if you don’t wear the cowboy boots.”

He opens his mouth wide to protest but she’s already reaching to undo his tie and his brain short circuits long enough that she’s already moving away with it towards the closet before he can say a word.

“I brought a flannel of mine, if we can’t find anything in your closet that’ll be our back up!”

She doesn’t yell but she does raise her voice to carry out into his room and he is not having any doubts that she is entirely too cheery about this whole ordeal.

“I don’t know how to swing dance.”

Her head pops out of the closet and she pauses a moment before walking over to kneel in front of the edge of the bed where he’s dumped himself in a defeated pile. His hands are resting on his knees so she rests hers on his forearms, murmuring out a ‘balance’ as she bends.

Roman flips his hands over to steady her.

“I’m alright” She says softly before turning her eyes up to him, “I don’t either, but if there’s anyone I’d want to learn how to with, it’s you.”

He smiles, pinching her cheek just barely, eyes roving over her face. “I’m only wearing the jeans if the shirt doesn’t clash. I refuse to clash colors in public, I have a reputation to uphold.”

She grins so ferally he leans back the slightest bit. “You planned that didn’t you.”

She withdraws and sweeps away to the kitchen before coming back through the doorway with a jacket that somehow is exactly the same color as her dress. Roman would damn her if he didn’t love her.

As it stands, he closes his eyes and sighs deeply. She laughs at him.

“I’m not wearing the boots”

“Oh, Come onnnnnnnn”

“No.”

They pull up to the lot in Erica’s car (she’d insisted on driving so she could give Roman a musical education on the way, he’s decided country is “tolerable, I suppose”.), and she texts Hannah quickly before they get out, meeting Roman at the hood of the car to pump him up one last time.

“Worst case scenario, we stay an hour and then James feels sick and we have to leave to get him.”

“James?”

She reaches out to pat the hood of the car gently. “James.”

Roman raises his eyebrows at the car, looking back to her with them still up.

“Welcome to the mind of an introvert, we have plans for everything.” She takes his hand and turns to walk toward the barn. “I once planned the demise of three small countries to get out of a party.”

He sighs again, “I honestly don’t know if you’re serious or kidding.”

She shrugs before seeing Hannah and Butch and calling out to them, cutting off their conversation.

“Did the boots fit him?”

Erica knows she hears Roman growl but she ignores him and smiles widely at Butch instead. “Don’t think I’ll ever get him out of them actually! He loves em to pieces!”

Hannah smiles, “I’m so glad you both could come!! Butch and I have been enjoying it so much and” she pauses before leaning closer to Erica and holding up a hand to hide her words (though they’re still at the same volume) “its easy on the eyes” She finishes with a wink and Erica laughs.

“He’s always easy on the eyes” She says conspiratorially, jiggling the hand of the man in question who’s eyes are currently off in the middle distance. He snaps back to her with a questioning hum and she smiles teasingly at Hannah before they all turn toward the barn again.

“What was that about?”

“Oh nothing, just how amazing you look.” She looks away from him noncommittally, “How big of a stick I’ll need to keep the women away.”

He laughs despite himself before squeezing her hand. “Won’t even see them with you here.”

She smiles at him and it’s his turn to look away, “Probably spend all night looking at my feet.”

They’re walking through the door now and before they head up the stairs she stops him, wrapping her arms around his waist firmly.

“It’s just you and me, we can always hang in the back and eat snacks or make up random steps to confuse everyone else.” She starts listing, lolling her head to the side as she does so “Spend the whole night speaking only Russian and get ourselves thrown out, sit around discussing Star Trek and get shunned...”

He shakes his head and grabs both her cheeks to pull her into a soft kiss that turns into them pressing their foreheads together.

“I can do this, its just more fun if I give you trouble.”

She laughs, “Come on then” she winks, “Cowboy”

“I’m doing this for you but you are on thin ice.”

“I’m on the stairs”

“It’s an expression”

“It’s a barn.”

Roman sighs.

They spend the whole night dancing, Roman (who also definitely commandeered the stereo covertly while Erica occupied the DJ at least once but can’t be held accountable for the second and third time because he might have also been in the bathroom), eventually discarding the jacket for its heat and spinning Erica around in just his t-shirt. They traded partners with Butch and Hannah at the beginning to learn the steps, but they’ve been back with each other for a while now. It’s mostly fast songs the whole night, probably to keep children present engaged Roman thinks, reaching behind him to where Erica is standing to pull her against his back, tucking his hands into her back pockets as hers wrap around his chest. They’ve decided to take a break and watch for a bit, Erica lays her head sideways across his shoulder sleepily, but he starts shrugging to get her attention across the room.

“Look at them, saps.”

Butcher and Hannah are completely wrapped up in each other, twirling and laughing and Butch sweeps Hannah into a dip at the crescendo of the bridge, just as Erica looks up.

“Awwwww.“ Her gaze goes back to Roman. “Like bodyguard, like boss man.”

Roman huffs a laugh. “I’m not a sap” He says calmly, bring his hands to rest over hers on his chest. “I, am…”

“Go ahead, I want to hear another word for it.”

“Whipped.” Comes a slightly croaky voice from behind them and they both startle slightly, turning toward it. They find an old man (who looks weathered and wise enough to be a wizard from a bedtime story) who’s also watching Butcher (who has now picked Hannah up by the waist and is carrying her in a deadlift as he sways so they’re still close) with a slight smile. His eyes fall back to Erica.

“That’s always what we called it, Butcher there’s been waiting for the right one quite a while.”

Erica smiles, “You must be the grandpa he always talks about.”

It isn’t a question and Roman turns to look at her, how many things about Butcher does everyone know except him?

The man smiles a little bigger now, “Are you the Ms. Erica?” She nods, disconnecting from Roman to turn toward the man “He talks about you almost as much as his Sunshine over there, come ‘ere”

She reaches to shake but they end up hugging and she holds on for a second Roman doesn’t fail to notice, he follows along, hoping for a handshake and he gets one, incredibly firm like his grandpa used to give.

“Roman?”

He nods in what he hopes is a confident way and is put at ease when the man smiles again. “Heard good things about you too, Butch says you’re the original sap.”

Erica laughs out loud at this before closing her mouth and putting a knuckle against it as she bites her lips to hide a smile. Roman decides to tell the truth, something about Butch’s grandpa makes him feel comfortable enough to, anyway.

“Can’t let a woman like her get away” He says, looking at Erica with longing as she stands by the mans other shoulder, he wants to reach for her right now, and he realizes there’s finally slow music playing in the background. He turns his head to find Butch again, (he’s set Hannah down and is holding her against his chest, she pauses every few beats to place her chin on his chest and gaze up at him lovingly) heart growing in size at the adorableness.

Then he’s looking back at her, and her eyes haven’t left Butch, so he greedily drinks in the moment of looking at her profile. Her beautifully done hair, the highlights of golden and white blonde that peek through, the neckline of her dress that makes her neck look long and makes him want to lay kisses along it, up the side and behind her ear before holding her head in his hands and kissing all along her face and finally---

“Well. I see he still hasn’t taken up exaggeration. Go on then son, take your woman out there ‘fore somebody else does.” Butcher’s grandpa cuts in on his daydream, drawing Erica’s eyes and he gives the man a look that says he isn’t really sorry for having been caught before extending a hand to Erica.

“May I have this dance, beautiful ace woman of mine?”

She smiles at him, and for the briefest of moments he allows himself to believe that its love on her face not just fondness,

“He’s a good one Ms. Erica, wasn’t sure how I felt about him fakin’ it in those boots but, he’s alright.”

And then she speaks.

“Thank you, Ted.”

She gives the older man a smile, placing her hand on his shoulder before reaching out to take Roman’s.

“I’d love to dance with you cowboy.”

He starts to shake his head at her, prepping a sigh but she’s already taken his hand and started pulling him forward towards the floor and turning to face him.

“Does he know?”

She shrugs, “Butch might’ve told him, but having a Grandpa tell me I picked a good one is always a comfort. Even if I knew already.”

Roman blushes. He hasn’t in years but he can’t stop this one, his cheeks burning red as he looks down between them.

She wraps her arms around his neck, sliding in close and kissing his forehead gently. “You knew that, right? That I think you’re a good one?”

He bites his lip and swallows, finally finding the courage to look her in the eyes. “It’s different when you say it out loud.”

She nods, looking down herself before continuing quietly “I should say it more, I’m out of practice but, I want to try, for you” Her eyes drift back up to him, pausing a second to linger on his lips. “I don’t want you to doubt that I want you either.”

He wraps his arms around her waist tightly, breathing in deeply and sneaking a hand up between her shoulder blades to bring her close enough he can bury his face in her neck. “I like you a lot.” He says softly.

“I like you more.”

“Actually with the boots—”

“Shut up cowboy”

They finish their night like that, holding each other tightly and whispering loving words together (interspersed by comments about how adorable Butch is like this), nuzzling cheeks and noses in an effort to keep the feeling of the night in their memories forever.

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#asexual #ewan mcgregor #aces in spaces #ace character #original characters #original fic #original story #new chapter #this one is one of my favorites

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little-bit-of-cinnamon · 4 years

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Driving Mr. Kelly - Javid high school AU

Jack Kelly was having the perfect summer, days spent in the passenger seat of David's beat-up car, and nights spent surrounded by his friends. The summer gets a little less perfect when David's new coworker starts stealing his time away from Jack.

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Jack Kelly was a firm believer that nobody should have to drive in the city. He grew up in the center of Manhattan where everything was within walking distance, gas was expensive, and tourists were everywhere which is the perfect formula for never owning a car. When Medda took him in and Jack moved to a quieter outskirt of the city Jack never changed his mind. Even though here there were long stretches of road between home and school and other important locations. Growing up in New York, Jack walked. If he couldn’t walk he took the subway. So here, he could take the bus, he could walk, or he could take the subway back into the city to get where he needed to be.

As he got older his version of public transportation became getting rides from his friends. The majority of his friends got their driver’s licenses as soon as they could, eager to have the freedom of being able to drive wherever they want whenever they want. They didn’t typically have their own car but the chances were that enough of Jack’s friends would be able to fill their family cars in order to get everyone from point A to point B.

But David, David had his own car. Besides Crutchie, who also didn’t drive, David was Jack’s best friend. So Jack frequently found himself in the passenger seat of David’s beat up 2003 Nissan Altima. Jack loved driving with David, he would let Jack pick the music and roll down his window and sing at the top of his lungs. Or he would have nice conversations with Jack, talking about anything under the sun. Coming from a large group of friends, Jack loved spending time with David one-on-one. He also loved that whenever they drove with more of their friends David always let Jack have the front seat.

School was out for the summer and Jack and his friends were going to swim at Race’s apartment building to kick off the summer. When the final bell rang all the boys met in the student parking lot to figure out who was driving to Race’s. Before David even got outside, Jack took his spot in the front seat of David’s car.

“I can take three more,” David said to the group as he approached his car.

Elmer, Specs, and Buttons filled into his backseat. David pulled out of his space and began the familiar route to Race’s building. While Jack missed living in the middle of the city he had to admit it was nice that they had enough space for amenities like pools and areas to hang out without being in the middle of everything.

They fell into comfortable conversation in the car, chatting about how excited they are to have one more summer of freedom before their senior year. Jack liked watching David drive. He liked seeing how confident he was behind the wheel, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the center console, leaning back casually. Seeing David like this was always nice for Jack, David didn’t always exude this level of comfort and confidence.

They had fun at Race’s apartment, swimming and lounging at the pool until they went upstairs to eat pizza and watch The Office for the hundredth time. They piled into Race’s living room, the couch was full and many of them were sitting on the floor. Jack noticed how David lingered in the kitchen to chat with Race’s mom.

Whenever they were hanging out some people were bound to spend the night. They never planned it but they always ended up being over so late it just made sense to stay. Around 11:00 people began either telling their parents they were staying or finding a ride home. After being together for so long the boys were quieter now, most of them on their phones or dozing off from the long day. David was next to Jack, both of them on the floor with their backs resting against the couch. They were sitting close enough that when David turned his head to talk to Jack he ended up resting his head on Jack’s shoulder.

“Hey,” David said quietly, talking only to Jack and not the rest of the room.

“Hey, Davey.” It was at this point that Jack realized that even after sitting next to him for hours he had hardly talked to David.

“I think I’m gonna head out soon, you gonna come?” David asked. It made Jack feel special that he always offered Jack a ride. He would always be willing to drive anyone if they asked, but he always offered before Jack had to ask. “I can bring you home or you can stay over at mine, whatever you want.”

“Um, yeah.” Jack shot a quick text to Medda. “I’ll stay at yours if that’s okay.”

“You know you’re always welcome.” David was right, he spent a lot of nights at David’s house now that Sarah was away at college and David finally had his own room. Sarah had an internship this summer and wasn’t staying at home so Jack expected he would be around even more.

“Can we finish this episode?” Jack asked, resting his head on David’s. David simply hummed in response.

David’s phone rang when they were in the elevator. “Hi, momma… yes, he’s going to sleep over… I know, I love you too.”

“Sap,” teased Jack, knocking his shoulder into David’s.

“Shut up or you’re walking.”

Jack mimicked zipping his lips shut.

In the car, David wordlessly handed the AUX cord to Jack and waited for him to buckle his seatbelt before he headed home.

Jack shuffled his playlist of slower songs, most of which he knew David wouldn’t recognize, but he knew he wouldn’t mind. They rode home in a comfortable silence, aside from the soft music pumping out of the speakers.

When they got to David’s house they went straight to his room. David opened his drawers and tossed a shirt and a pair of sweatpants to Jack before getting changed himself.

Jack loved the way he and David could spend time together without saying a word. With the rest of his friends, it was always something, and that wasn’t a bad thing, Jack could spend weeks surrounded by his friends and never get bored. But with David, they could just settle into his bed (Jack stayed over frequently enough that they never bothered to set a bed up for Jack) and they would each do their own thing. Go on their phones or read a book. Sometimes David would do homework at his desk while Jack slept in his bed. It was comfortable, a breath of fresh air after being surrounded by so many people all day.

In the morning Jack was woken up by David getting dressed across the room.

“Morning, Davey,” He said stretching and wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Oh, you’re awake.” David looked over his shoulder to Jack. “Coffee machine’s broken so I’m gonna hit a drive-through. You coming with?”

“You have a serious caffeine addiction, Dave. You should do something about it.” Jack teased, David couldn’t get through the day without coffee, he spent more money than he’d admit at drive-throughs. He never could resist driving by without getting a drink.

“I am doing something about it, I’m getting a coffee. Are you coming or not?”

Jack grinned, “You’re cranky in the morning.”

“I’m leaving in five, you know where the clothes are.” David left the room and closed the door behind him.

Eventually, Jack did get up, sliding on the jeans he was wearing the day before and one of David’s shirts. He knew that he probably had plenty of shirts of his own in David’s room but he didn’t care.

As he exited David’s room he saw Mrs. Jacobs on the couch and David waiting at the door. The look in his eyes told Jack that he wasn’t waiting another second.

“Good morning, Mrs. Jacobs.” Jack leaned over the back of the couch and gave David’s mom a quick kiss on the cheek. David looked annoyed but Jack could tell he was fighting off a smile.

In the car, AUX cord, seatbelt, leave. A comfortable routine.

“Davey, I really think you should drink less coffee. Think about how much money you’re wasting.” They've had this conversation countless times. Jack doesn’t really need caffeine. He likes to sleep in and take it easy in the morning, by the time he actually gets out of bed he’s awake enough. David was a night owl but still liked to wake up early, using large iced coffees to mask his little sleep.

“If you say coffee’s a waste of money again it’ll be the last thing you say.” David kept his eyes straight on the road, not humoring Jack.

Jack shook his head, smiling. He rolled down his window and turned the music up, ready to start his first full day of summer, of freedom. Jack couldn’t think of a better way to start the day than a drive with David.

When they arrived at the coffee shop David turned the music off and began his order.

“Hi, good morning. I’m gonna take a large iced black.” David shot a quick glance at Jack, who smiled innocently. “And a medium iced tea with sugar.”

“Oh, Dave, you know how to treat a boy right,” Jack said they pulled toward the window.

Jack was pretty damn thrilled with the way the summer was going so far. Spending the day with their friends and the night with David, now cruising around town with his arm out the window and an iced tea in hand. It was perfect.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” David asked between sips of his drink.

“Um, I think some of the guys are playing in a pickup basketball league, I thought it might be fun to go to the park and watch a game,” Jack answered.

“Sounds good to me.”

So that’s what they did. They sat at the park with the rest of their friends, watching basketball and pushing each other on the swings. It was a relaxed day but Jack had the time of his life, simply being surrounded by all his favorite people. If this was what the summer was going to be like, Jack was in for a good one.

And it was like that for weeks. Jack and his friends would go to the park or to the bowling alley or the movies, it didn’t really matter but they were together every day. Sometimes Jack would stay at someone’s house when a bigger group of his friends were together late into the night, like when they swam at Race’s apartment or took advantage of Finch’s typically empty house (the benefit of being an only child with a mom who works nights). Or he would stay with David, who was less likely to sleep over somewhere else on a whim. Whenever David was going to leave he offered Jack a ride, he took him up on it frequently. Sometimes David would drive other people home, dropping them off before asking if he was bringing Jack home or back to his house. The offer to stay with David always stood.

But Medda was alone most nights because Jack was hardly home so sometimes he would have David drop him off, with a promise he would pick him back up the next day. He always offered to have David sleep at his house but he knew he would hardly say yes, preferring to see his parents and sleep in his own bed.

Jack’s phone rang one night when he was actually at home, in the living room watching some documentary with Medda. David’s face appeared on his screen and Jack couldn’t have been less surprised. He thinks that David was probably the only person their age who preferred to call instead of text. Still, he swiped to answer the call.

“Hey, Davey.”

“Are you doing anything right now?” David asked.

“Uh, no not really. Medda and I are learning about sharks.”

“I’m getting off work in a couple minutes and I don’t feel like going home right away. Can I pick you up and we can drive around?”

David worked at a local ice cream shop, meaning Jack would have a free sundae waiting for him when David arrived, there was no way he could turn that down.

“Extra sprinkles.” Jack knew that David knew what he wanted and also knew that his request meant yes, he could pick him up.

“I’ll be over in like 20.” David hung up the phone and Jack told Medda he would be heading out soon but he’d be home later tonight. He didn’t bother to change out his worn shirt and sweatpants, knowing he would just be sitting with David for the night.

The documentary continued to play until Jack’s phone rang again. Jack slid his shoes on and said goodbye to Medda, answering the call as he walked downstairs to the lobby of his building.

“I’m outside,” David said as soon as Jack picked up.

“I figured, see you in like 30 seconds.” Jack exited the stairwell and could see David’s car in the parking lot.

“Evenin’, Davey,” Jack said as he got into the passenger seat. He noticed the sundae sitting in the cupholder. “This is why I keep you around,” he said as he cracked the lid. Extra sprinkles.

“That and my winning personality. And my car. Actually, mostly my car.” David responded.

“You’re a catch, Dave. You happen to bring me a spoon?”

David opened the center console and pulled out a plastic spoon, handing it to Jack.

Jack began eating and David pulled into the street, driving on the familiar roads with no destination in mind.

“How was work?” Jack asked around a mouthful of ice cream.

“Not too bad,” answered David. “It was pretty busy and we had a trainee.”

“Oh, yikes. That probably sucked. Did they get in the way a lot?”

“Actually, no.” Jack was surprised, David hated training new employees, it bugged him that he had to slow everything down and explain everything he’d already done a thousand times. “He picked things up pretty quickly. He seems like a nice guy, I can see myself liking working with him.”

Jack hummed in response and turned the radio up, taking in the cool summer night, accompanied by music, ice cream, and David. Three of his favorite things.

They drove around and chatted until David decided it was time to get home, tired from the night and his long shift.

“Do you want to stay at mine or should I bring you home,” David asked at a stoplight.

“Home, tonight. I told Medda I’d be back.” Jack had long since finished his ice cream but he still held the spoon between his lips.

David nodded and turned on his turn signal, heading toward Jack’s building.

David worked the next morning and Jack walked to the park to meet up with some of the guys. They played half-hearted basketball and slid down the slides if there weren’t any kids waiting.

“Jack, is Davey working?” Race asked at one point in the afternoon.

“Yeah, til 4:00. Why?” Jack responded, tossing the basketball to Race.

“You think he’d give us his employee discount?” Race grinned.

“You’re a genius, Racer.” Jack called out the rest of the group, “Fellas, let’s hit the road. It’s time for ice cream.”

The boys didn’t need to be told twice. They all grabbed their things and headed toward the parking lot, piling into cars for the short drive to David’s work.

The ice cream shop was small, some tables outside, a window to order and a small room where candy and drinks are sold. David was outside wiping down some tables when they arrived. Jack, Finch, Race, and Crutchie got out of Finch’s car.

“What are you guys doing here?” David asked, smiling.

“We missed you so much we couldn’t go another minute without seeing your face.” Jack moved his sunglasses from the neck of his t-shirt and put them on.

“Okay, why are you really here?”

“We want ice cream,” Race stated. “Rest of the guys should be here in a sec.”

“I figured.” David entered the shop and washed his hands as the guys approached the window.

Jack didn’t recognize the boy David was working with, which is a surprise because he hangs around a lot while David works.

“These are a bunch of my friends,” David said to his coworker, drying his hands and walking to the window. “They’re gonna be here a lot. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” His coworker asked.

“You’ll know soon enough.”

“I’m Jack.” Jack leaned on the counter outside the window.

“Andrew,” David’s coworker introduced himself. “Can I get you something?”

Before Jack could answer David was handing him a sundae.

“You’re a good man, Davey.” Jack stepped back so the rest of the guys could order.

David didn’t charge them for the ice cream. He said it was a slow day and his manager wasn’t around so there was no harm. Jack wasn’t surprised, he never let Jack pay.

They talked and ate their ice cream for a while, feeling like they had all the time in the world. And they did, no school and no responsibilities. Around 3:00 some of the guys were heading to Finch’s house to watch a movie, but not Jack.

Jack sat in the small room where the candy was sold, only a counter between him and David. And Andrew, apparently.

“It’s cool if I stay right?”

It wasn’t rare for Jack to hang around during David’s shifts. It was a small shop and David typically worked alone, unless he was training somebody. Jack liked having an air-conditioned place to sit and David liked having company.

“Yeah, of course. I’m off in an hour and then we can go meet up with the guys.” David said, surprised Jack was even asking.

The hour went by fast. Conversation was easy, Andrew was a nice guy. He and Jack had the same taste in music and they talked about their favorite artists for a while. Jack tried to catch maraschino cherries that David tossed in his mouth, they’ve basically perfected it to a science. It was nice, a perfect summer day.

When the night shift employee came, a girl who Jack recognized, Jack and David said goodbye to Andrew and got into David’s car.

David headed toward his house and Jack knew he would want to change his clothes and take a quick shower before heading to Finch’s. Jack didn’t mind. He likes spending time with David’s family.

“Andrew seems nice,” Jack said as he scrolled through his music, looking for a playlist.

“Yeah, I really like working with him. He’ll actually talk to me, makes the time go by.”

Jack hummed and turned the music on.

The summer was going exactly how he wanted it to. Spending time with friends and without stress and responsibility. Jack knew he was lucky to have such amazing friends, a large group of guys he could count on. He was never interested in the drama among his classmates and when he was with his friends he knew he had nothing to worry about. Especially with David.

Their happy routine continued into July. Jack spent his days at the park or the pool or one of his friend’s houses. At night he stayed at David’s or he stayed with whoever he was with when it got late. But he also made sure to spend time with Medda, helping her make dinner and watching their favorite movies.

It was perfect. Which is why it was strange that Jack had been home all day. Their group chat was unusually quiet and David was at work. Jack had been on the couch all day and even Medda was urging him to get out of the house and see his friends.

“Call David and have him pick you up after his shift.” Medda tossed a pillow at Jack.

“Ma, Davey ain’t my cab driver.”

“Certainly seems like it.” Medda focused her attention back to the TV, dropping the subject, but Jack took his phone from his pocket anyway.

He sent a text to David asking if he wanted to meet up with him later.

David responded almost immediately, as he typically did, but Jack was thrown off by the message.

“Sorry, Jack. I’m hanging with Andrew after our shift. Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, tomorrow,” Jack responded.

He wasn’t surprised that David was making other friends, he’s a great guy and anyone would be lucky to hang out with him. It’s just that he’s not used to being second place. And, yeah, Andrew seemed like a cool guy but David never strayed far from Jack.

Whatever, it wasn’t Jack’s place to dictate who David spent his time with. He added a “Have fun.” to his text for good measure.

“I’m gonna stay in tonight, Ma.” Jack slipped his phone back into his sweatpants pocket and turned the volume on the TV up.

He and David met up the next morning and spent the day at Race’s. David never mentioned Andrew and Jack never asked. Nothing was different, Jack was overreacting by being upset the night before, even if he was only mildly annoyed.

By the next week, Andrew was finished with his training, and David was working alone again, which meant Jack spent more and more time at the shop during David’s shifts.

“Davey, I swear. You keep filling me with ice cream and I’m gonna need all new jeans.” Jack popped the cherry from his sundae into his mouth.

“You can’t pretend you wouldn’t be pissed if I didn’t give you ice cream all day.” David tossed a towel at Jack.

“If I can see the bottom of my bowl you’re doing something wrong.” Jack agreed.

“You know I have actual customers who would pay for that ice cream.” David sat on the counter.

“But they ain’t as charming as me, are they?”

“Shut up, Jack.”

Later, some customers came by and David was put to work making their order. In the middle of David’s rush his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Can you check that for me? Might be my mom.” David tossed his phone to Jack.

Jack unlocked David’s phone and went to his messages. There wasn’t a text from his mom but there was a message from Andrew. Awesome.

“Hey, David. I miss working with you, it’s not as fun by myself. Maybe we can get dinner soon? I want to see you.”

That wasn’t what Jack expected. A date? With Andrew? David hardly knew the guy, or so Jack thought. There was a difference between liking to work with him and wanting him to take you to dinner. Jack wanted to look and see if they texted regularly but he couldn’t, he couldn’t do that to David.

When the line cleared and David washed his hands and the counter he focused his attention back to Jack. Jack handed his phone back to him.

“Was it my mom?” David asked as he was already looking through his messages.

“Uh, no. Andrew.” Jack paused as David read the message. “So, got a hot date coming up?”

“I guess so.” David smiled. “This is awesome.” He noticed Jack’s lack of enthusiasm. “This is awesome, right?”

“Yeah, Dave, it’s great. I didn’t realize you had a thing for him.”

“I mean I guess we flirted a little but I didn’t think he’d go for me. He’s cute right?” David typed out a response to his text.

“Yeah, cute. Seems like a good guy.” Jack fiddled with his empty bowl.

“You don’t seem happy for me.”

“No, I am. I definitely am, Dave. Maybe I just don’t know the guy well enough. Gotta make sure he’s good enough for you.” Jack forced a smile. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t happy for David. He didn’t think of himself as the jealous type but he didn’t like the idea that some other guy, not one of their friends, is taking David’s time away from them.

“Well if everything goes well you’ll hopefully see him a lot more.”

Awesome.

They didn’t talk about Andrew for the rest of the shift but Jack noticed the way David’s eyes lit up whenever his phone buzzed.

Jack had David drop him off at home after his shift.

A few days later he got a text from David. It was two photos, both of David in the mirror wearing jeans with two different shirts. The message underneath reading “Date night, which one?”

Jack responded with a curt answer. He didn’t want to be involved in this new part of David’s life. He was leaving Jack and their friends to go be with some other guy, some other guy who he was interested in. He was definitely jealous, which was odd. Plenty of his other friends are in relationships, with people both in and outside of their friend group. There was no reason David should be different but he was. David wasn’t like his other friends. Their relationship was different, Jack felt like he could spend every minute of his life with David and never get bored. And, yeah, he wants David to be happy but not like this, not with Andrew, not without him.

He didn’t ask about the date the next time he saw David, he couldn’t stand to hear about it. They were at the park watching a basketball game when David’s phone rang. He stood up and walked away before he answered.

After a few minutes, he returned, sitting next to Jack.

“Hey, would you be able to get a different ride home?” he asked.

Ouch.

“Yeah, no problem.” Jack knew he must have made plans with Andrew, that David would rather hang out with Andrew than Jack. But David can make his own decision with how he spends his time, it wasn’t any of Jack’s business. Even if he was looking forward to playing a new album for David and seeing Les later tonight.

Jack stood up and walked to a different bench, he left to ask Race to drive him home but he really left because he didn’t want to be around David. He couldn’t just sit there and feel like the second choice.

“Do you wanna come back to mine or should I drop you off?” Race asked as he got into the car. “A couple of the guys are gonna spend the night if you wanna come.”

“Home, thanks. I’m kinda tired.” Jack answered.

“You feeling okay?” Crutchie asked from his seat beside Jack. Crutchie knew him too well.

“I’m fine. Tired.” Jack knew Crutchie didn’t believe him but he also knew he wouldn’t press.

Race, on the other hand, was less polite. “So you’re not moping because Davey left to be with his new boy toy?”

“No, why would I?” Jack answered, trying not to sound too defensive.

“Don’t pretend you ain’t in love with him, cowboy.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jack silently pleaded that the conversation would end there.

Crutchie gave him a look. A look that said “don’t lie to yourself.”

“Whatever you say, Jack.” Race turned the radio up and the conversation ended.

Jack had never even considered David in a romantic way. They were best friends. Sure, he viewed Crutchie as a brother and he didn’t think of David like that but it isn’t because he has romantic feelings for David. He loves spending time with him and he makes him smile more than anyone else and all he wants is for David to be happy. And, yeah, David is happy with Andrew, so Jack shouldn’t have any problems with that. But Jack wants to make David happy, wants to be the reason he smiles down at his phone. It wasn’t fair that some other guy is taking David away from him.

Maybe he should start considering David in a romantic way.

David deserves to be with someone who knows him well enough to always make him laugh and support him through any of his issues, with his family, with school, with anything. Jack could be that guy. They were already so close they were practically attached at the hip. When David needs to see someone, blow off steam, relax, he calls Jack. He doesn’t need anyone else.

Jack didn’t sleep much that night. He tossed in his bed and stared at the ceiling, David never left his mind.

He stayed home the next day. He liked David, he wanted to be David’s boyfriend, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t ruin what David already had. He didn’t get out of bed until the afternoon. It was a weekend so Medda was home, reading on the couch.

“Morning, Ma.” Jack took a box of cereal out of the cabinet and sat at the counter.

“What’s going on, Jack?” Medda put her book down and sat next to Jack.

“What do you mean? I’m fine.” Jack pushed his spoon around his bowl of cereal.

“You just said good morning to me at 2:00 and you’re acting like those Cheerios stole your lunch money.”

“Okay, you got some good points, there.” Jack put his spoon down and turned in his stool to face Medda.

“You know you can tell me anything?” Medda asked, and Jack knew he could, he really did. He trusted Medda with anything but he didn’t want to admit his feelings. Saying them aloud would make them too real.

“I think I like Davey,” he said quietly as if the words were fragile.

“Oh, honey. I know.” Medda pulled Jack into a hug.

“Seems like everyone knew but me.”

Medda held him for a minute before she spoke. “So what are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing. He got a boyfriend.”

“And that’s why you figured it out? Didn’t want him to have a boyfriend who isn’t you?” Medda asked.

“You really do know everything.” Jack grinned at Medda.

“Come on, let’s watch a movie.”

Jack needed Medda now more than ever and as always, she was there for him.

Jack didn’t go out much for the next couple of days. He wore his favorite sweatpants and his softest T-shirt, which now that he thinks of it is probably David’s. He painted and sketched and watched seasons of his favorite shows on Netflix. He slept in and stayed up late. But it was what he needed. Time away from David so he could figure out his next move.

He remained active in the group chat so his friends wouldn’t worry but he always offered an excuse when people were getting together. He was always sick or tired or helping Medda with something. But in reality, he was always on his couch trying not to feel sorry for himself.

After his first week of being a shut-in, his phone rang. It was David. Jack let it ring. Seconds later he got a text.

“I know you’re home. Answer me.”

His phone rang again. This time he picked up, he couldn’t hide forever.

“Hey.”

“Can I come pick you up?”

“Sorry, Dave. I’m busy.”

David scoffed. “Jack, you haven’t left your house in over a week. I don’t know what’s up with you but I know you’re not busy.”

There was a beat of silence before David spoke again. “I really need to see you right now.”

“Fine. When will you be here?” Jack got off the couch, heading to his room to change.

“I’m outside. Can you please come out?”

“Okay.” Jack hung up the phone and looked at his outfit, the same he’s had on for days. Whatever. he grabbed his key and slid on his shoes and left.

David was standing outside his car, which was strange because he would usually pick Jack up so they could drive.

“What’s up, Dave?”

“I had a date with Andrew tonight,” David said.

That was it for Jack. He couldn’t just stand here while David gushed about his new boyfriend.

“Oh my god, Dave. You came over here just to tell me how you’ve been having the time of your life running around with your new fella? How you don’t need me anymore because you got yourself a guy?” Jack turned to walk back inside. “I don’t need to hear this.”

“Jack, stop!” David yelled. “Just stop. I can’t believe you.” He took a breath. “He broke up with me tonight.”

Jack froze. He turned back to David, “Well, I’m real sorry Davey but I can’t just sit here and comfort you. You can’t just come running back to me after not needing me all this time. Good night, Davey.”

Before Jack could turn away again David called out. “Would you just let me finish? He broke up with me because he knew I liked someone else. I used our relationship to try to avoid my other feelings and it wasn’t fair to him.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

David rolled his eyes. “Because it’s you, you idiot.”

“You mean-”

“Jack I like you. I like you so much, get that through your head.”

Jack smiled. “You know you ain’t talking to me like you like me. Usually, fellas are nicer to their crushes.”

“Shut up,” said David but he was smiling too.

“See? That’s exactly what I mean.”

“Jack, just shut up and kiss me.” And Jack did. He crossed the parking lot of his building and kissed him under the streetlights. He was holding his hands against David’s cheeks and he could feel him smiling.

Jack pulled away and rested his forehead against David’s.

“Sorry I got so pissy,” he said, barely above a whisper. “Are you doing okay? I don’t wanna rush you into anything.”

“Jack, I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this.” David connected their lips again, unable to stop kissing Jack now that he’s started.

It was getting late and Jack knew he should at least try to take things slow if he wanted to do this right. And, God, he wanted to. He broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of David’s neck.

“It’s late,” he stated.

“What do we do now?”

“Well, Davey, I’m a gentleman which means I’ll leave you with a goodnight kiss and a promise to call you in the morning.”

“You sure you won’t be busy?” David teased.

“Never too busy for you, Dave.” He gave David a quick chaste kiss before he stepped away. “Good night.”

“Good night, Jack.”

Jack finally turned away and walked back to his building. He couldn't stop smiling if he wanted to.

#twist writes #Newsies #Javid #Jack Kelly #david jacobs #jack kelly x david jacobs #newsies fanfiction #newsies fic #Modern Newsies #newsies high school au #newsies fluff #javid fic #i think this is a good one yall

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auberginesdonthavelimbs · 5 years

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Concept: halfas with state-dependent memories

Jazz has some friends over and they’re being kind of loud. Danny really needs to study for his math test tomorrow, so he takes his books and flies to some random rooftop where he can study in peace. The next day he sits down for the test feeling pretty confident, but then he opens the booklet and nothing looks familiar. He knows he studied every section, and did almost all of the practice problems, but he can’t for the life of him remember any of it. Later that day he confuses Skulker by shouting the quadratic formula immediately after going ghost.

While they’re out on patrol one night, Sam tells Danny the one thing that she really, really wants for her birthday. Danny promises to get it, but then they both get distracted when they spot a ghost vandalizing some poor sap’s house and they have to fight. Danny forgets to remind himself about the present when he goes human again. Sam feels betrayed when Danny doesn’t keep his promise, and Danny doesn’t understand why Sam seems so upset by the present he got her.

The trio encounters a ghost that seems to be connected to an event in Amity Park’s early history, so they go to a local museum to learn more. Danny goes back to the museum after hours in ghost form to re-read the story because he’ll need to know it when he’s fighting.

Danny collapses into bed after an extremely rough fight and turns human. He starts crying. He feels scared but he doesn’t remember why. He’s used to this.

When Vlad was younger, he used to take extremely detailed notes of important events, people, experiments, etc. and make sure to read them in his other form so that he was always appraised of what was going on in his life. But he’s a busy guy, and he doesn’t like wasting time relearning things he already knows. Does he really need to remember all of his ghost-related research while he’s human, or the details of his business ventures while he’s a ghost? Surely not. So he starts to compartmentalize the different aspects of his life.

One of Vlad’s companies is losing money, and he suspects embezzlement. He has dozens of spreadsheets open, each filled with thousands of numbers. He goes ghost to look over them. Plasmius is better at math than he is.

Vlad Plasmius is working in his lab. A phone, sitting on a bench nearby, buzzes. He picks it up and sees a text. “I can’t find my red jacket anywhere. I think I was wearing it the last time I was at your place. Can you look around for me?” He doesn’t recognize the name of the sender.

Danny is the only person in the world who has a relationship with both Masters and Plasmius, so he’s the only one who can truly appreciate the difference between them. Masters is passionate, excitable. Teasing him is easy, but it’s like playing with fire. He understands people better than a lot of psychologists. He's a master of manipulation with an uncanny ability to sway even the most steadfastly held opinions. Plasmius is cold and analytical and scientifically brilliant. He responds to unknown situations with curiosity, and he has never encountered a puzzle that he didn’t eventually solve. But he is also a fighter. He is fiercely determined and doesn’t quit when he has his mind set on something. He never seems to feel pain.

Danny is looking over his college admission essay. It’s supposed to be about what kind of person he is. He’s included everything that would be relevant to his schooling, but it feels incomplete. On a whim, he opens a new blank document, goes ghost, and starts writing. A few hours later he turns human again and reads what he just wrote. It sounds ... wrong. It sounds scared and violent. He thinks about Vlad. He never thought he could end up like that, but he realizes he’s fallen into the same patterns. He hardly ever goes ghost anymore, except to fight or to train. Danny Phantom is a soldier and not much else. Danny goes ghost again and opens the first essay. It doesn’t sound much like something he would write. But you did write it, he reminds himself. You aren’t just a soldier, or just a ghost. You’re a student and a brother and a human. He reads the essay again.��You like science. You play soccer. Try to remember.

#danny phantom #phandom #danny fenton #vlad masters #my writing #fanfic #i couldn't resist making it angst

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merakisms · 5 years

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Stargazing

Summary: You finally convinced Damon to tag along on your weekly stargazing ritual.

Word count: 1,325

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon x Reader

Warning: none, just cringy fluff.

"C'mon Damon, it'll be fun. Laying in the field, gazing at the galaxies." You stated excitedly, your legs twisted within your best friends as you watched the credits roll up the tv screen. You had just finished watching a movie, the setting sun slowly sinking behind the trees out the window. You had made Damon watch Heathers, again, despite how much he hated the movie. Except he always let you get your way, so there wasn't much of an argument when it came to movie night.

His vibrant blues rolled back in his head as he untangled himself from your pajama-clad frame. "For the last time, I may watch your girly movies with you, [Y/N], but I will never come to watch the stars."

He walked over to the tv, pressing the eject button for the disc. He had insisted time and time again that the movie was on Netflix, but you preferred to collect your DVDs and put them to good use. Even though he was older than you by over one hundred years, it seemed that you were the one stuck in the past. Even though DVD's weren't that old.

"Please, please, please," you pleaded with a pout, sitting up and resting on your knees. You knew you were gonna have to get the big guns out on this one; Damon was never one to change his mind. So, instead of saying another word after you received another stern no, your eyes also drew into a pout. Eyelashes batting at the vampire, his brows furrowing into a frown. He knew exactly what you were doing.

"Hey, those doe eyes are not gonna work on me this time miss witchy."

You let out a loud grown, throwing yourself back onto the soft mattress. You always loved the feeling of Damon's soft sheets against your skin. Not that you spent a lot of time in his bed, thinking about his bed, or thinking about being in his bed. Those were definitely not things you did.

This time and this time only, were you excepting defeat. So with a sad face and prominent pout, you rolled off the bed. A huff escaped you as you stuck your tongue out at the dark-haired man. You then headed off to change into something more suitable for your stargazing night.

• • •

After changing into a comfortable, warm pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt, you grabbed your telescope to load it into your car. As you started towards the front door, a warm presence was at your side to lend a helping hand. He too was now dressed and you knew this meant you had got what you wanted.

"You're a jerk," he grumbled as he loaded the telescope into the trunk.

"I know." You chimed with a grin on your face as you ruffled the tall man's hair. Another thing you liked about Damon tagging along with you was that you didn't have to drive most of the time. Unless he was hurt and dying, which happened a lot more than you'd like. So, you still kinda drove a lot.

The drive was short and you bickered the whole way there about some stupid stuff, but it was the usual between you too. Arguments were harder to win, but you sometimes did. This hardened, stubborn man softened only at your hand. You had seen him grow over the months your friendship had, as well did your feelings. But you didn't want to ruin a good thing. You also knew your father would be turning in his grave if he knew your involvement with Damon had become more than a transaction to save the town of Mystic Falls. Which it had obviously had grown tremendously from that.

As he parked the car along the side of the road, your eyes were already glued to the stars. The night reminded you of so many things. It reminded you of the night you meant Elena, your friend, and confidant, even if she got on your nerves sometimes. It was the night before her parent's car drove off the bridge, bringing in the storm of Salvatores and other supernatural nuisances. You met your cousin, Bonnie, on the night of a full moon. You found out what you truly were.

You both stepped out of the car, Damon grabbing your telescope out of the trunk. The sky was clear and you were thankful, but the late autumn breeze scrapped against your cheeks as you walked through the growing field. Your arms crossed as you rubbed your arms to keep yourself warm. You had underestimated just how cold it really was outside when you chose to wear just a sweater. Your best friend sat the telescope down with ease, then you started to set it up as he laid out a blanket. You watched him from the corner of your eye, his shirt riding up at the edge of his jeans. You then quickly averted your attention back to the sky.

After a minute or two of looking through the lenses of your telescope, you sat yourself down on the blanket next to the raven-haired man. You leaned into him slightly, your head bending to rest against his shoulder. You were freezing at this point but you weren't going to let that show. Even though those blue eyes were stupid, so he wrapped his arms around you. His hands ran up and down your arms, you snuggling in closer. This was definitely normal for best friends. Utterly and totally normal.

You sat there for what felt like forever, the field silent except for your breathing and the chirping insects. You sat up to stretch, letting out a soft sigh as your back cracked like a glow stick. Fighting supernatural entities constantly really took a toll on someone's body, even as a witch. You were sure you'd have back issues forever.

You soon spotted one of your favorite constellations, droning on and on about your passion. You didn't know why you loved the stars, you just did. They were free from the hellish world you and your friends lived every week. They had peace up in the sky, something you longed for. They were free beings with little to worry about.

They were also technically dead. So you found that part a little morbidly poetic.

As you turned to apologize for being a bore, blue irises met yours a small, admiring smile gracing the vampire's lips. Your brows raised, a small chuckle escaping your lips, "What?"

He just shook his head, earning a playful pout from you. You wanted to know what he was thinking up in the mischevious, ever so witty brain of his. "Damon Salvatore, Why are you looking at--"

That was when he cut you off, lips pressing against yours. You could feel the urgency in his kiss as you relaxed under his touch, returning his actions after the initial shock wore off. This wasn't something you were expecting. You knew in what way you cared for him, but you never expected him to feel the same. When you met him, he was a poor old sap of a vampire in love with his brother's girlfriend. You were the only one he admitted it out loud to, the only one who didn't hate him for his actions when you probably should've.

Your fingers trailed up into his hair, your fingers lightly grasping the dark locks. You felt like your body was on fire and you loved it. Eventually, his body pulled away from yours, both of your breaths heavier than before.

"What took you so long?" You teased.

"Well, I had to weigh the pros and cons obviously. Get the girl, but you get witch cooties in return. It was a hard decision." This earned another punch from you, which caused a deep chuckle to erupt from his chest.

You could definitely get used to those kisses on a regular basis.

#damon salvatore #damon imagine #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaires imagines #stefan salvatore #kai parker #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #tvd imagines #stefan imagine #imagines

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welcometohashihigh · 4 years

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Tohru Adachi: Yu

Yu gazed up at the ominous tower in front of him. The three groups had decided to come the next day after they found out about Nishi, hoping that they could clear the tower before it was too late. Luckily he had enough time after school to change out of the stiff dark blue blazer and opted to just wear the gray undershirt with his sword holster.

Arisato’s team was nearby, waiting for the signal to head in. Yu didn’t particularly like working with the blue haired boy, but the rest of S.E.E.S. was rather endearing. Especially Amada, who was fencing with Iori at the moment. Yu had to admire the child’s speed and strength. He wanted to talk to Amada before they went in, but Arisato spoke up, sending a small flash of annoyance through Yu.

“I think everyone’s here now.” Arisato rested the flat of his blade on his right shoulder, absentmindedly tapping his foot against the ground. “S.E.E.S., we’re going to break a path for the other two groups to follow behind. Stay on guard.” He swung his sword into the doors barring them from the dark temple, breaking them off their hinges. Yu shivered as the three leaders stepped inside. This place had such a different feel from the rest of the Chaos Realm, almost heavier and more dense.

The area lit up as the rest of the teams flooded in, looking oddly like some kind of storage room for a store. They wandered about, looking for Hokori. Yu wondered why some cultist would build their temple to resemble something like this, but before he could think too long, two people in identical black robes walked up to them. Their hoods were pulled over their eyes so it was hard to make out their facial features. Upon noticing the Persona users they got into fighting poses.

“How did you get in here? Who are you?” One had a rather feminine voice. These aren’t the normal cult robes. Who are they?

The other quickly shushed them. “Be quiet! Those are the god slayers the Acolyte was talking about! We have to get rid of them!” This one had a deeper voice, and was slightly taller than the girl. “Come to me! Shadow of the Soul!” Dark energy swirled around the cultist as a shadowy monster rose from them. Is that a Persona?

“Watch out!” Yamagishi’s voice echoed in his head. “He just summoned a Shadow from himself. It’s a lot different than a Persona, so stay on guard!” Yu nodded and pulled his sword from its sheath and pulled it smoothly into his palm. With his weapon firmly in his hands, he turned to watch as the girl also summoned a Shadow. He glanced from Arisato to Kurusu, both of whom had pulled their weapons forth. The two cultists sent their Shadows forward, and Yu ran forward to meet them.

The girl’s Shadow was a humanoid creature with an axe, and it swung the weapon as Yu swung his. There was a loud clang as metal hit metal, and Yu could feel the impact travel up his arms. The two broke away for a moment before clashing back together. This happened a few times before he started noticing the attack patterns. It’s so unpracticed, only swinging to try and hit me. No elegance or skill at all. Only power. And that was fine, he could deal with power.

Yu planted his feet in preparation for the next strike. This time when the axe hit his blade he poured his strength into a parry, knocking the Shadow backwards. It stumbled a bit before falling to the ground, apparently not used to such skill. Now that he had time to take a short breather he was aware of Iori and Amada beside him, weapons drawn. He looked at both of them, thankful for their help.

“I’ll give you support from Nemesis!” Amada shot his gun through his chest, the Persona rising from him to join the fight. Yu clenched his fingers around his sword, turning his attention back on the Shadow, who was back on its feet and rather angry. It charged forward as Amada sent blades of light to intercept it. The Shadow didn’t show any signs of stopping, but the magic certainly slowed it down.

“It has no skill. We’ll be able to take it down with ease.” Yu was ready to parry its attack again, and hopefully Iori would follow up with a strong strike. His blade met the axe, slamming the Shadow backwards, and thankfully Iori slashed through its body with a heavy attack. That paired with more of Amada’s magic sent the Shadow into dust, with a high pitched scream from the girl.

There was a screech from the boy, and Yu looked over to see that the other Shadow had been taken care of. The two cultists collapsed to the floor, unmoving. Are they just knocked out? He nudged the boy with his foot, a low groan escaping them. Oh good. He turned back to Kurusu and Arisato. “We should-”

“Oh very well done!” An oddly familiar voice oozed through the area. Yu could feel his muscles clench in retaliation, something about the voice set all of his instincts on edge. He looked around for the source, eventually seeing that same man who had kidnapped Nishi earlier. Hokori. “You dispatched my Followers with such ease. Just what I would expect from you God Slayers. Good thing I’ve been preparing myself and gathering strength.” Hokori started laughing, and Yu could feel power radiating from him. He braced himself, anticipating some sort of attack. “See how powerful I really am!”

There was a sharp pain in Yu’s head. He gripped his forehead hard, trying to ride out the pain as Hokori laughed. When it finally subsided, he wasn’t in the same place as before. Instead, he was deeper in the storage room, with Kurusu and Arisato on either side of him.

“What the hell?”

Yu whirled around to come face to face with the Investigation Team. I thought they were left behind to follow S.E.E.S.! “What are you guys-” Yosuke cut Yu off with a shout, pointing past him.

“Is that… Adachi?”

Before Yu could turn around that sickeningly familiar voice rang out through the corridor. “Oh, so you remember me.” He faced the dark haired man, his fists clenching hard. No. “Come here, Yu, you missed me, I know you did.” Yu gritted his teeth hard. Adachi’s twisted smile made his gut wrench, his head spinning as suddenly he was thrown into his memories of the past school year.

“Don’t you remember how we first met, Narukami?” Yu could see the police station, Yosuke and Chie on either side of him. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but he recalled that Adachi had been saying that Yukiko was the murderer. He felt his stomach lurch and twist in pain. All this time you were covering your own crimes.

“And eating dinner with me, and Dojima-san, and Nanako?” He was taken into another memory, sitting cross-legged on the floor of his uncle’s house. Seeing Nanako across from him made his heart leap with joy, but Adachi on his right sent his head reeling again. Yu struggled to breathe with the memories being pulled out of him. Leave me alone, get out of my head!

“Of course don’t forget when we fought, our Personas so alike in every way. You battling that fog, and I battling against you.” A deep chuckle. “You won of course.” Yu could feel the pain in his body from the fight, his own Persona struggling against Adachi. Shut up, shut up! He felt like crying angry tears, his fingers digging into his palms.

“And don’t you forget when Nanako died.” Yu resisted the urge to vomit. His throat burned with fire as his memory opened up of seeing his cousin’s hospital bed. Her hands cold and lungs empty. He remembered the horrible anguish that had filled himself and his friends at seeing her lifeless. “Wasn’t that fun.”

Yu felt something in him stir. Something that sent chills through him. His gray eyes rose to meet Adachi’s, his body shaking. Fun? “You shouldn’t have beaten me, you idiotic, empty boy. I’ll kill you this time!” No. You’re not the real Adachi.

“You’re not real. The real Adachi cared for Nanako, and he knew that my bonds were far from empty!” The fire in his chest blazed forward, pulling him from the depths of his mind. The Chaos Realm flooded back into his vision, the screams of his friends begging him to stop rushing into his ears. In front of him was that fake Adachi, holding its hand out for Yu’s sword. He realized he had been handing the weapon over to the strange Shadow thing, and now that he was awake, his fingers clenched around the hilt tighter.

“Get out of my face!” He slammed his fist into the side of Adachi’s head, knocking the person backwards. The Investigation Team cheered for him, and Hokori’s voice rang out in disbelief.

“How? You weren’t supposed to be able to get rid of my control that easily! What on earth are you? You were supposed to be weak!”

Yu rolled his shoulders around. Silently, he cursed himself for even giving into the mind control, but now wasn’t the time to lament the state of his head. Testing the confidence of his arm, he tapped the tip of his sword against the floor. “I’ll show you true power!” He ran forward to the Shadow, the white lights glinting off the sharp blade. With a scream he slashed towards Adachi’s body, his blade clanging off the Shadow’s own weapon. So that’s how it is.

He fought with fury and anger in every strike, but every swing was calculated. He was wearing the Shadow down, sapping its strength with powerful strikes and jabs. Adachi was stumbling, barely able to keep up with the boy’s intense movements. Now! Yu caught Adachi’s blade with a hard thrust, knocking him back. Quick as a flash he pulled his sword back and jabbed it through the Shadow’s chest. There was a sickening sound of the blade tearing through flesh and bone, blood spurting around the sword. Yu felt fire threatening to rise in his throat, but he swallowed it down. What kind of Shadow has blood?

He didn’t give himself too much time to think. With an angry cry he pulled his blade free, holding it firmly in his left hand. Drops flew through the air, landing upon his arms. His limbs shook upon seeing the crimson there, but he fought against the gut wrenching feeling. Time to end this. “Izanagi!” With a cry he crushed the tarot card between his fingers, power blazing to life within him. Static flooded the air as his Persona rose to life, staring down at the Shadow-Adachi, who was clutching the deep sword wound.

“You don’t have the guts to kill people.”

Yu’s face didn’t change as electricity sparked all around him. “Good thing you’re not a person.” The hairs on the back of his neck rose as Izanagi shot a white hot bolt from his hands, slamming the electricity into the fake Adachi. There was a screech from the Shadow before being cut off as it disintegrated. Yu retracted Izanagi and turned his attention to Hokori.

“Very well done. I should not have underestimated the power you God Slayers have.” Hokori stood on the shelf he was perched on and clapped. Yu looked away, not wanting to give the cultist his attention. The blood that covered his sword dripped to the floor rather rhythmically, though looking at the red made his gut churn. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

There was another sharp pain in his head, lights swimming over his vision. He clenched his eyes shut until the pain subsided. Upon opening them he saw a different section of the storage room. The Investigation Team had disappeared, instead, the Phantom Thieves were standing nearby. The hell? Hokori laughed, and Yu looked up to see the robed man sitting on another shelf. A Shadow appeared on the ground, sporting long brown hair and yellow eyes.

“Who is that?”

There was a snarl from Kurusu. “Goro Akechi.”

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fluffy-marshmallow-heart · 5 years

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A Twist Of Fate ch.24 -The Domino Effect

The Elementalist AU

Beckett x MC (Oriana)

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Warnings: Pregnancy loss, False Positives, Abortion, Adoption, Emotional Abuse, mention of rape and suicide. It's a tough chapter, proceed with caution

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This AU is set after everyone graduates Penderghast, and Beckett and Oriana were never friends. Fate, however, may have a different plan for them.

Arriving home, Beckett and Oriana quickly changed into comfortable clothing, Beckett in just sweat pants, and Ori eagerly grabbed the shirt he had been wearing and threw it on herself, along with a pair of shorts.

“I want to be wrapped in you.” She’d told him, to which he just chuckled, but really his heart was soaring. Still, he was nervous about what she was going to say.

After pouring some wine and settling on the couch, he kissed the top of her head. “So. Tell me everything.”

“Okay.” She said in a small voice.

He tilted her face to look at him. “Hey. You don’t have to be afraid to tell me.”

She nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, before beginning.

“Towards the end of sophomore year, despite using condoms and being on birth control…I was late. Weeks late. I was freaking out, thinking I was pregnant with Chase’s child. I saw my whole life flash before me. I’d have to drop out of school. I’d never leave him, we’d constantly argue, he’d be emotionally abusive not only to myself, but to our child. I took a test that came back positive. I cried for days before I told him.”

“What happened?” Beckett asked softly.

“I would cry so hard I would throw up. I thought it was morning sickness but turns out I was just too worked up for my body to handle. When I thought I was pregnant, I didn’t even go to the doctor, I just assumed one test was correct. And Chase…well, he immediately said he wanted a paternity test. And that until I proved that it was his, he wanted nothing to do with it. Then he started saying that if it was his, we’d have to either get rid of it, give it up, or he’d expect me to drop out, stay at home, do all the cooking, cleaning, never go out, never see my friends, never get a job. He’d make sure my life was over, since I’d been so careless to get knocked up.”

“Ori…” Beckett didn’t even know what to say, so he just tightened his grip on her. He was angry. How could anyone think that having a child with this woman would be a bad thing? He felt and heard her sniffling.

“It was a false positive. When I finally called the doctor and they ordered a blood test…it came back negative. I wasn’t pregnant.”

“I’m guessing Chase was relieved.” Beckett muttered.

“Try both of us were relieved. I didn’t even tell him in person, I only called him. He said ‘Thank God, baby, you’d be a terrible mother. Now we don’t have to talk about getting rid of it’.”

Beckett’s mouth fell open. What. A fucking. Asshole.

“Then apparently that night he threw a party, and that was the first time someone actually told me he cheated on me, although I doubt that was the first time. Just the first time someone approached me about it.”

“Ori…” Beckett started, unsure exactly how to phrase the next question. “Why did you not break up with him then?”

“Oh, I did. I told you, we broke up multiple times. This was one of them. And before you ask why we got back together, it’s because once again he came begging me to take him back, that he was sorry, he never meant to hurt me, took back every negative thing he’d said. He swore he never cheated, that the person made it up because she was jealous of our relationship. Eventually he wore me down. Again.”

Beckett was silent. He didn’t even know what to say. He was furious with Chase. Furious with how many years Oriana was under his mind control. He hated himself for not intervening years ago.

“I’m really sorry, Beck.” She whispered

What? What on earth is she sorry about?

Beckett moved, turning so they were facing each other, cupping her face in his hands and wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

“Oriana listen to me. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. And I mean nothing. He lied to you. Constantly. You’d be a wonderful mother. I know you would. You’re great with kids. You’re great with everyone. You have so much love inside of you. You have to know that he abused that love.”

“But what if he’s right? What if I have a kid someday, and I get angry…I could physically hurt them, Beckett.”

“Everyone has the capability to physically hurt someone, Oriana. But the majority of people don’t. You definitely would not. I know that with every fiber of my being.”

How could I not say something to her sooner? I recognized the signs. I saw all of them. Why didn’t I just speak up? I could have saved her from a whole world of pain.

“Stop blaming yourself. Beck, there’s nothing you could have done. This is all on me. I knew it was wrong. I knew everything was wrong about my relationship with Chase. I kept going back to him. That’s on me.”

“No.” Beckett said firmly. “It’s on Chase. He could have stopped all of it. He could have stayed broken up with you. He could have changed his ways. He didn’t have to say those things. He didn’t have to cheat. He didn’t have to lie. None of it is your fault, Oriana. None. Please tell me you believe me.”

She just shrugged and avoided his gaze. “Anyways. That’s why I clam up when someone asks me if I want kids. When someone tells me I’m a good person, or that I’m perfect for you, because the truth is…I’m not any of that. I see your friends and how genuine they all are with each other…how genuine they are with you, and I can’t help but think I don’t deserve any of that. I really love them, and I’m completely and totally in love with you, but…a part of me just doesn’t believe I deserve that kind of happiness. A part of me is still waiting for disaster to strike. Because it always does.”

Beckett wrapped her in his arms, holding her tightly. “It won’t strike with me. I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’m so sorry I didn’t help you out of your situation. But it’s done. It’s over. I will never let him hurt you again, I swear it.”

Oriana melted into him. “I know you mean well, and I know you truly believe that…but you can’t control the people around you. That’s what Chase did. And it turned him into a monster.”

Beckett swallowed hard before voicing his next thought. “Um…you said this was end of sophomore year?”

“Yes.”

“How long were you broken up?”

“Just the summer. When I started junior year, we got together again, a few days before classes started.”

Beckett closed his eyes, exhaling slowly, remembering her words. “And junior year was hard. Your friend Griffin graduated, Shreya and Zeph were distancing themselves because of Chase, you were depressed. You failed your midterms.”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“It’s all related, isn’t it? The pregnancy scare, failing in school, trusting Chase to help you, but instead, he watched as his friend hurt you.”

Oh my god, everything ties together. It all makes sense. There was a domino effect.

He continued, “That’s when you tried to kill yourself. The reason wasn’t the rape alone, was it? It all started when you thought you were pregnant.”

She broke into a sob. “I thought about killing myself so many times before I actually tried. So many times, Beck. The first time it ever crossed my mind was the day I took that pregnancy test and saw the positive sign. It was the first time I ever thought that I would rather die than live.”

Beckett continued to hold her, rubbing circles on her back soothingly, just letting her cry. Letting her feel the emotions she’s kept bottled up for so long, not trusting anyone with her secrets…only him.

When she began quieting down and her breathing slowly returning to normal, he spoke again. “In case I haven’t said it enough…I’m really glad you’re here.”

She gave a watery chuckle before lifting her head and gazing into his eyes. “Me too. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Beck. I mean that. You really…showed me what it’s like to truly live.”

“I feel the same about you.” He murmured, capturing her lips lightly. “Ori…I promise you I will never betray your trust like that. Your trust is everything to me. You are everything to me.”

“Such a sap.”

“I prefer the term genuine.”

This time she let out a real laugh before turning serious again. “To answer your original question…I’m terrified of having kids. But I’m not against it. Not if they’re yours.”

Beckett knew he must be grinning like an idiot since she laughed again, and he kissed her happily before resting a hand on her stomach. “I’ll just say this. The day you tell me you’re pregnant will be the single best day of my life. Knowing our love grew something…you’re going to be an amazing mother. It’s really going to be something incredible to witness.”

Oriana smiled softly, placing her hand on top of his. “Then maybe someday we can talk about this again. If and when we really want to start trying. But not now. Not yet.”

“Not yet.” He agreed, as she leaned into him.

“I’m really tired, Beckett. I’ve been feeling a bit worn out lately. And this wasn’t an easy conversation for me. It dredged up…a lot of shit I’d rather not think of.”

“It wasn’t easy for me either.” He said quietly. “Thank you for sharing everything with me. I know it was hard.”

He leaned back as she rested her head on his lap, and in no time, she was fast asleep. Beckett stroked her auburn hair gently as to not disturb her, his mind still going through everything she’d just confided in him. He had a feeling that he finally knew her story, knew everything that led to her suicide attempt. Listening to the sound of her breathing, he allowed his own tears to fall freely.

If only I’d approached her in school. Perhaps I could have prevented all the terrible things she went through.

He knew he shouldn’t blame himself. He knew she didn’t want him to blame himself. But he couldn’t stop. He could have saved her from years of hurt. But he was too stubborn. He’d let his pride get in the way of what he really wanted. Looking down at her sleeping form, he whispered,

“I promise, Oriana. I’ll never let anything bad happen to you again. I will always be there for you. I swear on my own life. I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe and give you everything good in this world.”

He watched her ring glitter in the dim lighting. “I promise to be the man you deserve.”

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pandamega · 6 years

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Sweet Fruit by PandaMega

AO3 | FF.net

A mysterious devil-fruit user attacks Zoro while he’s alone with Sanji gathering supplies. The power forces the two of them to engage in lustful acts at the risk of death, making them face their own desire and come to terms with their feelings for each other. Lots of sex.

“I swear to god why is it always the weird fuckers?!”

Kicks flew out as Sanji huffed in frustration at the bizarre group of pirates that had sprung out of nowhere. Powerful feet smashed into the face of one hideous and scantily clad pirate.

“You’re one to talk.”

A smirking swordsman cut through three more enemies, his long green robes whisking behind him.

“You better watch your ass, moss-head. Wait, that’s your mouth.” Another flurry of kicks sent a pair of overweight middle-aged pirates in ill-fitting fishnet stockings flying into the surrounding brush. The enemy pirates seemed to be wearing a mix of lingerie and bedroom attire that was all too jarring in contrast with their rough, pirate features.

“Honestly you fit right in with these freaks, I should just cut you down with the rest of them.”

Sanji scowled, sending a spinning roundhouse dangerously close to the swordsman’s head while taking out the pirate behind him. “Cut me down? I’d like to see you try,” he huffed, straightening his button-down shirt as he leaned backwards until his shoulder blades pressed up against Zoro’s, heat transferring between their backs before they launched away from each other again, throwing attacks dangerously, teasingly close to the other while easily dodging everything that came their way.

Fighting back to back with each other was a mutually thrilling experience. Zoro loved that they could argue and threaten to kick each other’s asses while coordinating their attacks with perfect, unspoken synchronization. Sanji loved that he could talk shit to the swordsman while simultaneously trusting in his every move. When they turned their backs to each other, there was no place safer than that space between them. Nothing unwanted could pass that threshold. As much as their words declared loathing for one another, their actions spoke of unwavering trust, and this paradox made their fights and interactions exhilarating in a fulfilling and sometimes confusing way. They had never spoken of it, but there was an electricity between them, as if both of their bodies were humming at frequencies that had them crashing constantly in a brilliant buzz. But when they came together they could match those frequencies in an instant, operating at the same wavelength so their bodies moved with matching intention, matching intensity, and anything became possible.

Making quick work of the enemy pirates while throwing insults to each other all the while, the chef and swordsman pair soon found themselves standing over a dozen or so unconscious bodies. Having pummelled the crew thoroughly, the pair brushed themselves off, still bickering, and continued walking deeper into the thickly forested island. It was a heavily wooded summer island and they would stay anchored here for the next week until the log pose set. As the island did not appear to be settled, the crew was left to scavenge the forest for food and supplies, and Sanji found himself lucky enough to be partnered with the green neanderthal to keep the man from becoming utterly lost in the wilderness.

The cook abruptly shoved Zoro aside to inspect the ground, “Watch where you’re stepping you lump, I think that was an edible mushroom.”

“ You’re an edible mushroom” came Zoro’s cheeky and absolutely ineffective retort.

Sanji snorted rather unattractively and looked back up at him from his crouched position over the crushed mushroom then started laughing.

Scowling indignantly, Zoro shouted, “What’s so funny?!”

The sound of twigs splintering underfoot caught both men’s attention and they looked up just in time to dodge a hazy wave of pink light that shot in their direction. A short, pudgy man with lecherous eyes and a crooked nose stood in their path scowling.

“You’re the bastards that took out my crew?”

Sanji scoffed at the wretched looking man, “Don’t tell me, that is their captain?”

“It’s their fault for being so weak.” Zoro chided.

Infuriated by their remarks, the captain raised both hands and aimed his palms towards the two men, shouting “Lust lust beam!”

Once again, the pirates jumped aside, dodging the pink laser beam. Hazy light seemed to shoot out of the man’s hands like a sunbeam, illuminating everything in its path with a soft warm glow which faded after a few seconds, leaving no trace or after effects. The foliage and trees that had stood in the path of the beam appeared undamaged.

“Does it… even do anything?” The chef scoffed, noting that there was no burning, wilting, or other physical effect on the landscape from the attack.

“Don’t underestimate me!” The pudgy man took aim again, this time pointing both hands at Sanji for his retort.

“Enough of this bullshit,” the swordsman muttered, charging the enemy with all three swords drawn to make quick work of him.

“ Beam!! ”

There was a clash, the enemy captain was sent flying into the trees behind him. However, the enemy had swung his hands around directly in Zoro’s face just as the swordsman had attacked, stunning him with the bright beam and thwarting the full force of the devastating blow. Zoro had halted in his tracks and stood frozen, swords held mid-swing, having not followed through after taking a face-full of the pink light. The half-attack was still enough to send the enemy pirate crashing into the foliage, but the sight of the powerful swordsman frozen in place, face unreadable at this angle, had an uneasiness stirring in Sanji’s gut.

“Marimo?” It had been ages since anything had been able to stop the swordsman mid-swing. The chef was shocked that this pathetic looking pirate captain was able to stun the demonic ‘pirate hunter’ with such a weak attack. Zoro fell to one knee, which had Sanji’s eyes bulging. Since the swordsman had returned from their two years apart with one eye and an unwavering confidence, the cook hadn’t seen Zoro even bleed, much less fall to a knee.

“Stand up marimo!” Sanji growled, then turned his attention to the pirate stirring in the bushes. “What did you do to him?” he shouted toward the crumpled form of the defeated pudgy pirate.

A sinister laugh rose from the bushes where the man had landed. “Gotcha.”

Zoro had now fallen to both knees, face flushed red, looking down, hiding an agonized scowl. Hands were clenched in a white-knuckled grip and it took all of his strength to suppress the trembling that wracked his body. His heart was pounding and it felt like all of the blood in his body had rushed through his guts to swell the space between his thighs. All thoughts had left his brain and he was left with a fuzzy numbness and an excruciating hunger that sapped the energy out of him. He looked up, with great effort, to meet Sanji’s eyes, intending to offer a reassuring look, but instead, upon seeing the chef’s bewildered and concerned face and meeting those crystal blue eyes, a jolt of electricity coursed through his body rippling over his skin with shivers. He was suddenly filled with a confusing desire that left his head spinning.

Sanji was floored but maintained a calm and collected disposition, shifting his weight and exhaling a cloud of smoke from the cigarette in his lips. Zoro had looked up at him with a face that read desperation , and it sent a tightness to his chest. Never had he imagined that the strong, hot-headed swordsman would have such a helpless look on his face, never had he imagined Zoro to be so pitifully subdued by such a weak opponent. Something was wrong.

“ What did you do? ” Sanji hissed, fury mounting within him as he prepared to smash the ugly little man’s head through the trees behind him.

“Your friend is going to die of hunger if he doesn’t get his fill,” the man crooned, coughing between words from the pain of Zoro’s previous attack, but managing to climb back to his feet.

The chef froze in place. Hunger? There was no way in hell he’d let any of his crewmates die of hunger. “I’ll just kill you and he’ll go back to normal,” Sanji growled, walking towards the injured pirate.

“Tsk tsk. If you kill the man that stabs you, does the wound go away?” the creepy man laughed shakily, still recovering from his injuries. This gave Sanji pause, and a deep worry coursed through him. The answer, of course, was ‘no’. Devil fruit abilities were hit or miss when it came to things like this; Sometimes defeating the opponent cancelled the fruit’s effects, while other times the damage lingered even after the user was dead.

“My Lust Lust beam makes you feel like your body is starving from desire. If they aren’t brought to ecstasy soon, the hunger will kill them.” The man backed away, attempting to sneak off into the woods.

Sanji snarled, stepping forward to stop the man’s escape, then glanced back at Zoro’s form, now on hands and knees breathing heavily. Shit. Fuck. Zoro looked bad. He needed to get him to Chopper immediately, it was more important to save the marimo right now, he’d deal with the other bastard eventually, but he was not going to let Zoro fucking starve. His pride as a chef would see to that.

The enemy pirate scampered away into the woods and Sanji begrudgingly let him go, rushing to Zoro’s side and kneeling next to him.

“Hey, shithead,” he uttered awkwardly, “get your ass up so I can take you to Chopp-”

“Don’t touch me,” Zoro spat through gritted teeth.

The chef’s brow furrowed. If Zoro was experiencing hunger akin to starvation Sanji understood, and he wasn’t about to let the swordsman throw a fit because his big ego didn’t want Sanji’s help. “Come on,” he growled, grabbing Zoro’s arm and lifting, forcing them to come face-to-face. A single, intense eye stared back at him and the look alone could have set the seas ablaze. Sanji’s heart stopped in his chest and in an instant firm hands had slid past his jaw and behind his neck, strong fingers weaving into his hair, as he was pulled forward until his lips crashed into Zoro’s mouth and he was being kissed hungrily. Shock froze Sanji in place as he processed what was happening. The moss headed fool had put his mouth on his. He was being kissed. Hungrily.

Hungrily.

Oh.

The gears finally clicked and Sanji understood what was going on. The beam. The fucking beam. The fucking Lust Lust beam. It made Zoro hungry with desire. So that’s what the asshole had meant. Sanji closed his eyes and a wave of acceptance washed over him with a calmness that surprised himself. Maybe it was his pride as a chef, or maybe it was because Zoro was nakama , or maybe it was something else altogether, but the decision was instantaneous. He would do this for Zoro, because he wasn’t about to let a crewmate starve to death, not in any way.

When realization hit Zoro and reality had blasted through his trance-like daze, his first reaction was to stop, stop right now!!! It took an immense amount of willpower, but he forced himself to pull back and barely managed to push Sanji away, awash with shame over the emotions that were overtaking him. Pressing his hands firmly against Sanji’s chest, eyes averted and unable to meet the gaze of the man he’d just assaulted, he growled, “ Go .” If the chef stayed near him for a second longer he didn’t think he’d be able to control himself. Every fiber of Zoro’s body was aching to pounce on the man in front of him, feast on his body in the most lecherous way possible. For the first time in his life he was genuinely scared. He was scared of what he would do, what he wanted to do, what he was about to do if the god damn shit cook didn’t get the hell away from him immediately. When Sanji didn’t move he articulated his speech with a harsh shove, barking “ GO. ”

Typical.

Typical Zoro move. But Sanji wasn’t about to abandon a crewmate in need, and the shitty swordsman wasn’t going to get away with pushing away the help of other people for the sake of his own pride or ego. This wasn’t something he could get through alone and Sanji would be damned if he let the swordsman die over something so utterly ludicrous. He was prepared, from the moment he had stepped foot on Luffy’s ship all those years ago, to take the lives of everyone on board in his hands, to be responsible for their health and wellbeing as their chef. He would never walk away from that responsibility, regardless of the circumstances, regardless of how self-centered and self-destructive and altogether infuriating the swordsman could be. Damn the consequences to hell, he would save this reckless man no matter what he had to do. He took Zoro’s face in both hands and forcefully turned his head to face him.

“ Like hell I’m letting you die like this, ” Sanji growled, and without hesitation, he pressed his mouth to Zoro’s in a firm, decisive kiss.

Sanji threw himself into the kiss with determination to do it right, to satisfy whatever hunger had awakened in his crewmate. But when Zoro slid his tongue over Sanji’s lower lip and sucked it into his mouth, it finally occurred to the chef just what exactly he had gotten himself into. A chill went down his spine while a heated flush climbed up his chest and to his cheeks. The kiss was hot and wet and intense with desire and Sanji suddenly began feeling flustered and extremely nervous. His thoughts flicked back to what the enemy pirate had said.

“If they aren’t brought to ecstasy soon, the hunger will kill them.”

“Ecstasy.”

The sudden realization hit Sanji like a ton of bricks.

Fuck.

He had to take Zoro all the way . He had to finish him off. He had to take him to the peak, make the volcano erupt, fire the torpedoes, boil him over, flood the banks. He had to… Just what exactly did he have to do? And how was he going to do this???

But it seemed like Zoro had a mind to take things into his own hands.

The devil fruit power had awoken something in the swordsman that had been lying dormant, and it was now bursting out of him with a furious hunger that he couldn’t contain. Lewd thoughts of the chef that he’d always managed to suppress to the very back of his subconscious had now sprung to the forefront of his mind with a hot and needy intensity. And now here he was, kissing Sanji like his life depended on it - his life did depend on it. The guilt and shame for assaulting the chef like this were buried under waves of desire that flooded over and crashed into him. He felt like a tsunami rearing up to crash into the coastline. Part of his mind was screaming at him to stop, but the physical urgency of his condition was overwhelming. Every part of him wanted Sanji. Every part of him wanted to be as close and intimate as possible. He wanted, needed, to put his mouth on every inch of exposed skin, slide his hands over that perfectly lithe body. He wanted to be on him, in him.

Zoro kissed the chef with an open-mouthed hunger as if he were savoring one of Sanji’s dishes, sucking and licking at Sanji’s lips and tongue as if he couldn’t let a drop or an inch of the man go to waste. Pulling the chef’s tongue into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth elicited a barely-suppressed moan from Sanji that had Zoro growling in return, something fierce and primitive awakening at the vibration. He wanted to hear more of those delicious sounds. He bit at Sanji’s lips, the sharp line of his jaw bone, trailed a tongue over the sensitive skin of his neck, behind his ear, and pulled an earlobe between his lips sending shivers up the chef’s spine.

Sanji couldn’t believe the acute lewdness of the swordsman. When did he learn to kiss like this?! He found himself more affected than he had expected, and Zoro’s strong, trained hands roaming over him had his skin alight with sensitivity. He was loathe to admit that he was enjoying this, but he’d be a liar if he said this wasn’t the most erotic experience of his life, despite his partner being an absolute barbarian… And Sanji just wanted that barbarian to tear him asunder.

A strong hand cupped one side of Sanji’s neck and the chef leaned into it, exposing the other side to Zoro’s teeth. The swordsman buried his face in the long, pale neck, Sanji’s soft locks brushing over his face and smelling distinctly of the chef - sweet, spicy, smoky, sweaty. He opened his mouth to rake his teeth down the length of skin, teeth smooth and sharp and powerful. Every bite to Sanji’s neck seemed connected to the nerves in Sanji’s stomach, which drew heat further south into dangerous territory that had him becoming very aroused, very fast. He was shuddering involuntarily under the whispered breaths and bladelike teeth, playing at his sensitive skin. Brain muddled, he worried if perhaps he had been affected by the beam too, though he knew he had not. This feeling was not the product of some foreign power. It was purely Zoro. Zoro was doing this to him. Zoro was making him weak in the knees and trembling for more. And as much as he might hate the swordsman, he trusted him. He trusted the way their bodies had, from the very beginning, responded perfectly to each other, whether they were fighting each other or fighting together. And now their bodies were once again perfectly in tune but in an altogether different way and it was exhilarating and so, so wrong, but felt so right. He would give in to the feeling under the pretense of saving Zoro. He might never be able to face the swordsman again, he might never live it down, but fuck it all to hell because he was on a roller coaster off the rails and if he was going to crash and burn, he was going to enjoy it to the last second.

Roving hands slid around Sanji’s waist, pulling up the shirt from the back and slipped underneath, instantly relieved by the feel of warm skin. Drops of sweat were gathering at the small of Sanji’s back and rough fingers slid over the cool, slick moisture as they explored the dramatic angles of powerful back muscles. The calloused hands on Sanji’s back were rough and demanding, kneading into the tense muscles of the chef’s back in a way that had him rocking into them wanting more. He hadn’t realized how starved for physical affection he had been, nor how badly his aching body wanted the tension worked out of his sinews. Somehow Zoro seemed to know exactly what to do, exactly where to touch, exactly where to kiss, to put Sanji in a daze. The chef had at some point been pulled into Zoro’s lap, and with a blooming flush he realized with embarrassment that he was hard under his pants and was pressed up directly against the swordsman’s own hardness. As Zoro massaged into his lower back the chef found himself rolling into the pressure, grinding their hips together sinfully. Distantly he knew that he was supposed to be the one pleasuring Zoro, the one who had been affected by the beam, but he honestly didn’t know what to do besides sit there and succumb to Zoro’s hunger, rocking in his lap while the life was kissed out of him.

With great restraint, Zoro willed himself to be slow and gentle despite everything inside of him screaming to tear into the chef with reckless abandon. His kisses were desperate and fierce and starved, his hands dug into Sanji’s back with a craving, and every roll of Sanji’s hips sent waves of pleasure crashing into his brain threatening him to lose control. Lifting Sanji by the hips, Zoro found himself lowering Sanji back to lay in the grass, climbing on top and caging Sanji under him with his sturdy forearms resting on either side of his head, barely breaking his connection to the chef’s lips. A momentary panic flickered through Sanji from being pushed onto his back and pinned down, a part of him saying to kick the bastard off of him. But another part of him was acutely aroused by the exchange of power. He could lose control, pinned down by Zoro, because at the end of every fight, every argument, every disagreement, he trusted the man with his life. And there was something powerfully liberating about being able to bodily succumb to this man that he wholly trusted. It was terrible and terribly exciting.

Rough hands slid up the front of Sanji’s shirt, hiking the fabric up to his collarbone. Zoro kissed down the smooth neck to the chef’s sternum, letting his thumbs flick over Sanji’s nipples in a way that could only be described as sinful. Such a thing shouldn’t be allowed to feel so erotic. As Zoro’s head moved lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down Sanji’s abs, the chef became aware of where the swordsman was going. Heat rushed up his neck and to his cheeks as Zoro’s mouth went dangerously close to the growing bulge in his pants. His heart raced so fast with apprehension he thought he might pass out, and he began squirming under Zoro’s weight to move the man aside, only to be met with a firm grip planting his hips in place on the ground. The swordsman looked up at him with his one half-lidded eye, the other eye hidden behind a scarred lid that was both dreadful and dreadfully sexy. The heated, hungry look pinned Sanji down as much as the hands, and he felt a lump form in his throat. That look didn’t so much ask for permission, it completely shredded Sanji’s composure and took permission. A trembling breath escaped the chef’s lips and he fell back to succumb to the beast above him.

The wet, hungry mouth kissed and sucked at the skin of Sanji’s hips and sternly cut obliques. The muscles tensed under Zoro’s lips in anticipation as each lean, rippling muscle was worshipped. The firm grip on Sanji’s hips loosened and those hands slid to his belt, sliding it out of the buckle and unclasping it with a tug that pulled at the tight fabric constricting his arousal. A slight groan escaped Sanji’s lips and his hands unconsciously moved to Zoro’s corded shoulders, squeezing at the tense muscles to which the swordsman hummed in pleasure. Sanji leaned up on one elbow to watch Zoro as he slid the length of the belt out from under the chef’s hips. The swordsman lowered his head, taking the front of Sanji’s pant’s in his teeth to pull it free from the buttons.

Fuck.

Did that guy have any idea how sexy he was? This was not something Sanji had ever wanted to realize but god damn, he was realizing it now. Zoro was a sexy bastard.

When the front of Sanji’s pants were open Zoro gripped the sides of the fabric with both hands and tugged sharply, exposing the chef completely in an instant which had him kicking in protest. Zoro looked back up at him, face hovering precariously over Sanji’s exposed shaft, asking for permission with a lusty gaze while his tongue lazily slid across his lips.

Fuck.

Sanji fell back in resignation, heart racing at the thought of what was about to happen, dizzy with arousal and confusion over his own emotions, but all thoughts were instantly stifled as a hot, demanding tongue was dragged from the base of his dick to the tip.

Sanji let out a sharp gasp, hand flying to his mouth to stifle the sound as his body was wracked with pleasure. Two hands slid down the front of his hips, massaging the knots of muscles where his hips hinged while Zoro licked at the throbbing organ, one hand sliding to it while he mouthed along the side of the length, teeth grazing the smooth surface, tongue playing across the skin as he moved his kisses from base to tip in teasing appraisal. Finally he pulled the head into his mouth with a strong suction making Sanji stifle a groan, then lowered his mouth completely over the shaft until his nose nuzzled the soft golden curls at the base. He gently shook his head side to side and swallowed around the stiff length in his mouth, eliciting a long, keening moan from the chef who arched beneath him. Zoro began dragging his head up and down in impossibly deep, steady strokes and Sanji found himself rocking into the movements, his hands instinctively moving down and tangling in the messy green hair, sliding over the thick muscles of Zoro’s powerful neck and digging his fingers into the caramel skin.

The swordsman hummed in appreciation, vibrating Sanji’s dick, sending a rippling buzz up his spine making him clench his fingernails deeper into Zoro’s shoulders. Vaguely his brain questioned why Zoro was focusing so intently on pleasuring him instead of receiving pleasure. Zoro was the one who would actually die if he didn’t reach “ecstasy” after all. Sanji mustered up the strength to rise back onto one elbow and look down at the swordsman. The sight nearly made him come on the spot.

Zoro’s impossibly powerful sword-wielding mouth was intently rising and falling perfectly over the entire length of Sanji’s cock, while the swordsman knelt over him, robes splayed open, with one hand tucked into his pants where he was pleasuring himself.

Holy fucking shit.

There was nothing more arousing in the world than seeing Zoro bent over him sucking him off while stroking himself. Sanji hadn’t realized that he’d let out an audible gasp at the sight, and the swordsman looked back up at him, mouth stuffed and face flushed, eye dilated and dazed with desire. The breath caught in Sanji’s throat as he unconsciously pulled his lower lip into his mouth, biting and worrying at it. Zoro’s hungry eye followed the movement intently, Sanji’s tongue wetting his lips as he continued biting at his lower lip, sweating and cheeks flushed a heated pink, golden locks messily framing his face, the blue of his eyes just a faint glimmer of sapphire around the swollen pupils dilated with arousal. Zoro’s brain wasn’t working, he was simply moving on instinct and desire, mouth plunging up and down over Sanji’s deliciously perfect dick with his eyes trained on the chef’s face, drunk on euphoria. He slid his mouth up the length, dragging his rough tongue up the sensitive underside and sucking all the way until he plucked his mouth off the tip with an audible ‘pop,’ exposing the wet flesh to the cool air for just a second before plunging back down on it, lips pursed together perfectly tight, diving down the entire length and maintaining eye contact all the while until Sanji rolled his head back in pleasure, unable to suppress the moans that escaped his mouth with every breath. Zoro revelled in how the chef attempted to stifle his moaning by biting his lip, making the sound come out in an aching groan and leaving his smooth lips red and puffy. Those lips were so perfectly suckable.

Without thinking, Zoro slurped his mouth off of Sanji’s dick again, this time replacing it with the hand that had been stroking himself as he climbed back over Sanji, supporting himself with an elbow by the blonde’s head and combing fingers through the smooth locks. The chef looked up at him in a daze as Zoro lowered himself to his lips. Sanji’s gut reaction should have been to recoil but instead he pressed into Zoro’s mouth meeting his hunger, bashfully noting his own salty, musky taste. The warm weight of something fell against his abdomen and Sanji absently moved a hand to the object, realizing with a hot flush that he was holding Zoro’s heavy length in his hand. He was unsure of what to do but he knew that his mission was to get Zoro to climax, so he pumped at it in much the same way he would work his own arousal. Gripping it firmly he delivered each stroke with intention making Zoro groan into the kiss hungrily. Sanji found his grip clashing with the swordsman’s working hand, and he lifted his hips, pressing up against Zoro so that their arousals pressed together, and the two men adjusted their grasp around both shafts while Zoro lowered his hips down to press into Sanji. They found themselves thrusting in time into their fists, kissing each other feverishly. Sanji’s lips were nectar and Zoro was addicted, he just wanted to dissolve into him, and with each thrust towards Sanji he felt closer, but it wasn’t close enough to satisfy him. The impediment of their clothes separating him made him feel uncomfortably distant, until the boundary between them was too irritating and he forced himself to sit up abruptly, separating their mouths with a ‘plop’ that left Sanji leaning upwards into the air longingly. He looked up at Zoro kneeling over him to get a full view of the swordsman shouldering off the kimono to expose his bare chest in all it’s tanned, scarred glory. Zoro unwrapping the sash that bound the fabric together with seductively precise movements, gazing down greedily at Sanji’s mouth, once again biting at the lower lip.

God, he had no idea how sexy he was with that oral fixation.

The dark green fabric fell away from the tanned, muscular body and Zoro slid his black pants down to his knees until they reached Sanji’s legs, then pulled Sanji’s pants down further until both of their trousers were a tangle at their knees. The chef’s button down had managed to slide back into place over Sanji’s chest and Zoro tugged at it.

“Off,” he commanded gruffly, sending a shiver through Sanji who immediately scowled indignantly.

“I’m- I’m only doing this so you don’t die, marimo,” the chef protested, but obliged, unbuttoning his shirt. Zoro growled at him, tempted to rip the buttons off and devour the man for the irritating reply that he knew would weigh heavily on him later.

Zoro didn’t bother waiting until the shirt was fully off, sliding calloused palms up Sanji’s torso the moment the buttons had come loose. He lowered himself until their naked bodies were pressed together, revelling in the feeling of Sanjis flushed skin on his. Tucking his face into the crook of Sanji’s neck, Zoro wrapped his arms tightly around the chef’s shoulders, holding them close together, and ground his hips into the other man so that their erections slid against each other. Groaning into Sanji’s shoulder he began thrusting slowly, opening his lips to mouth at Sanji’s neck. Their movements were so lewd yet endearingly innocent, rubbing against each other desperately but not going any further than frotting.

Sliding a hand down Sanji’s side, Zoro squeezed at the firm hip muscles, ass, thighs. He slid his fingers under Sanji’s right leg and pulled it up around his waist, bringing their hips closer together so that their arousals were squeezed together between their abs. Zoro slipped a hand between them, grasping both of their lengths in a firm grip and stroking in time with his needy thrusting, occasionally dipping down to squeeze Sanji’s sack and rub the soft patch of skin behind it, sending waves of pleasure rippling through the chef. Sanji’s head tilted to the side as he breathed heavily, body rocking with pleasure, eyes half lidded and regarding Zoro through a curtain of sweat-slicked locks. Zoro claimed the lower lip that Sanji had been unconsciously biting and kissed him messily through each erratic thrust, the pleasure building, the pressure mounting within the both of them.

Groaning through the kiss Sanji bit back at Zoro’s tongue which only spurred him on. Fingernails were biting into Zoro’s back while imagery of being inside Sanji flashed through his mind. The thought of it alone made their actions seem chaste in comparison, the impossible obscenity of thrusting inside the chef so unbearably erotic that it brought Zoro closer and closer to the edge. He wanted that, the closeness, the oneness, the completeness of being inside another person, enveloped in the tight heat and delivering them unspeakable pleasure. He imagined burying his shaft deep inside Sanji, stroking the places no one had ever touched, bringing him the pleasure he never dared dream of, crashing into him like waves lapping at the shore, growing stronger until they reared back into a tidal wave bearing down and smashing through Sanji’s walls to fill him completely with ecstasy.

Fuck.

He was close. Sanji’s brain couldn’t comprehend that just hours earlier the two of them were nothing more than shipmates constantly at each other’s throats, because now he felt like his body would be physically deprived without Zoro this close to him. He was fucking into that powerful hand with a desperately urgent heat that built up like a volcano about to burst, feeling their dicks pressed together and sliding against each other rhythmically was so deliciously obscene and he was secretly reveling in the profanity.

Fuck . He wanted more.

When this encounter was over and the effects of that weird beam wore off would they be cast back into the throes of normalcy? Sanji didn’t think he could return to that. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed this. It was suddenly so simple and clear how this was the next logical step after their constant bickering and fighting and kicking each other’s asses. This, this was right. Wasn’t it? And what would come after this? He didn’t want to go back to normal. A bewildering ache ripped through Sanji’s chest at the thought of what would happen when this was over, and he pushed himself to last just a little bit longer to prolong the pleasure of their compromising position. Finally his thoughts went hazy and he felt the pressure mounting to a peak, just as Zoro’s thrusting and stroking became erratic, his breathing rough and labored over Sanji’s lips.

“Don’t stop,” Sanji muttered breathlessly, revelling in the mind-numbing pleasure.

The encouraging words lit a fire in Zoro that had him biting down into Sanji’s neck with bruising force to suppress his moans as he thrust through their orgasms, bodies racked with pleasure. Zoro’s mind was numb to everything but Sanji and the sensations of the body under him. Sanji arched into Zoro’s body, head rolling back with a long groan of ecstasy as his fingers dug deep into Zoro’s back, grasping him tightly for as long as he could, until the waves of euphoria washed over them and away, where they would be left to return to their former lives as if nothing had happened between them…

They remained breathing heavily until Zoro pushed himself up off of Sanji, not wanting to give the chef the chance to push him away first. Cum was spread between them and dripping from their stomachs obscenely. Sanji managed to find a handkerchief amongst his clothes to clean himself off, and tossed it towards Zoro when he was done, pulling his pants up and lying back down in the grass to close his eyes and light a cigarette. Neither of them spoke, neither knowing what to say or what any of this had meant. Sanji had simply done this to save Zoro’s life, right? He was a chef and he would not let his crewmates starve, in any way, shape, or form. Zoro knew not to overthink it.

As soon as Zoro’s orgasm had passed, the pang of hunger and desire had lifted off of him and he could feel himself being freed of the spell. Yet for some reason, looking over at Sanji lying in the grass, shirt splayed open and smoking a cigarette, he couldn’t help but feel that bit of longing still lingering deep within him. It made him feel an uncharacteristic sort of melancholy, as if he had lost something he’d never had, or gotten a taste of something forbidden and unobtainable.

Notes: Special thanks to @dadeeacotzo and Karla for helping me beta/edit!

Next chapter will be Sanji’s turn to suffer hehehe

By the way, did you know that you can make your phone read you pages out loud? I have been listening to SO much fanfiction in Siri’s robotic voice lmao. When I’m in the car, when I’m chilling at home, when I’m working out (haha jk I don’t work out). People think I’ve got my headphones on listening to music but little do they know I’m listening to literotica/pornographic fanfiction haaaahahahaha

#Zosan #fanfic #zoro x sanji #fanfiction #one piece #sanzo #smut #aphrodisiac #pandawrites

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🍁 Tiger Lily 🍁

by: Jodi Lynn Anderson

⚠️ some spoilers, talk of: rape and suicide ⚠️

I read this book in November of 2018 and I just want to share some light on it. This is a book I picked up at my local library. I grew up on the 2003 live action version of Peter Pan. It is probably my favorite movie to date, and I’m an adult. I guess I’ve always loved Peter Pan and all he stood for: freedom, magic, fun, optimism, creativity, etc. So, naturally, when I was little I wanted to name my daughter Tiger Lily and have a husband named Peter. My mom’s name is Wendy so that didn’t help the cause. But, like I said before, I’ve loved the story of Peter Pan all my life. So when I saw this book at the library I knew I had to check it out.

Summary:

In this prequel to J.M. Berrie’s Peter Pan, we learn from a mute Tinker Bell the background story to not only Tiger Lily, but the build up of her relationship with Peter Pan, The Lost Boys, Captain Hook, and eventually Wendy Darling. When Tiger Lily meets Peter Pan she falls under his spell and starts to make him one of her top priorities. But, when uncontrollable forces threaten, Tiger Lily must choose between what is best for her village or what she wishes to do. But, by the time she makes her choice will it be too late?

Characters:

Tinker Bell- Tinker Bell is mute and finds a big interest and bond to Tiger Lily. Tinker Bell can be stubborn, hot-tempered and sassy, but she does deeply care about Tiger Lily and her well being. Even though Tinker Bell has feelings for Peter Pan; she wants Tiger Lily to be with him. She is fiercely loyal, and is a poetic observer. However, like others, has a little bit of a dark past with fairies and her father.

Tiger Lily- Found and adopted by the village shamen under a tiger lily; hence giving her the name. She is bullied by the village folk and is considered to be a outcast. Quickly, she learned to defend herself by being the fastest runner and sharpest aim. However, the boys in the village do not like her because she beats them in activities, and the she does not excel at any skills that the women of the village value. She is also, considered by the village, to have bad luck, and wears a black crow feathers in her hair to remind them and herself of it. Although she is bold, she is also cold, mysterious, and does not express her feelings very well. But underneath her quite strength she is lonely and too independent for her own good. This sometimes causes her to hurt those around her without meaning to. Left to her own devices, she wanders the forbidden forest, and finds a ill English sailor. People in the village urge her to not go back to him, as they believe he has a disease that will cause aging, a illness that Neverlander’s do not posses. Despite the village’s superstition, she nurses the ill English sailor to health. As punishment for ignoring the village folk and her father, she is now in a arranged marriage to Giant, a wealthy villager who wants to be dominant over Tiger Lily and does not love her. Angry at her father for the decision, she protest until he tells her that it was made long ago when he brought her to the village. The price for her acceptance into the village was to take Giants hand in marriage on her 15th year. She runs into Peter Pan and The Lost Boys in the woods which begins to spark a friendship. However she develops feelings for Peter, and is left to choose between his life or hers.

Peter Pan- Peter is not a hero, but he desperately wants to be. He tries to be one every moment that he gets the chance to, but it always seems to backfire on him. He seems to have parts of him that are scared and sad, thus leaving him to be a victim of a haunting loneliness. Much like Tiger Lily herself. He wants to be the leader but is not sure how to, and mainly wings it. He is curious and is falsely confident (like he is in J.M. Berrie’s story). Peter is a typical teenage boy who makes promises and has trouble keeping and holding onto them. Tiger Lily and him have a very passionate relationship and seem to understand the pain and loneliness they both have endured. However, their relationship is also competitive, and Tiger Lily is a little hesitant with him. Whereas Peter’s relationship with Wendy is the opposite. Wendy falls for Peter immediately without hesitation. Their relationship is very loving and flirty. Peter does begin to move past his inner demons and starts to become comfortable with himself.

Wendy Darling- Wendy lands on Neverland after her boat crashes onto the shore. As soon as she meets Peter she develops deep feelings for him. She believes she can fit into any situation and bend it how she wants it to be. She acts as a mother to The Lost Boys, and is a little bossy. She is everything Tiger Lily isn't and this causes Tiger Lily to doubt herself.

Tik Tok- Tik Tok is Tiger Lily’s father and the shamen of the village. He is a truly a father figure to Tiger Lily, cares for her deeply, and he protects her from what he can. His prized possession is a clock, which hints back to his name. He is, in today’s words, a she-man, or gender fluid. He identifies as a male but wears dress, and does his hair. He cares about he appearance, and happens to find joy in it. The village accepts this until the English man who Tiger Lily nursed teaches the village about God and that what Tik Tok stands for and how he is, is a sin. This eventually causes Tik Tok to become very distressed.

Pine Sap- He is Tiger Lily’s one and only friend. He is also more in touch with his feminine side, and is seen as weak, or less of a man to the village. He does, however, build a house in the wood which shows he has extreme dedication and is thoughtful.

Personal Opinion About the Characters:

⚠️SPOLIERS⚠️

Tiger Lily- Tiger Lily grows on you, and you start to realize you do have a lot in common with her and you start to understand why she is so hesitant to fall in love with Peter, why she gets jealous of Wendy the minute she sees her, why she is an outcast, and why she is mysterious.She reminds me of myself a lot, as someone who is hesitant when it comes to love, and someone who has been bullied and been an outcast. Looking back, she is what a strong female protagonist should be. Yes, she goes through ups and downs, falls in and out of love, looses her father, and doubts herself because a girl comes along who she thinks is “better” than her, but she comes out stronger, and with a more true understanding of herself. And although love helped her find herself it is solely the reason she comes out better than she was before.

Peter Pan-This version of the story definitely humanizes Peter. We don't really know if he can fly or not. This is not our childhood Peter, who is heroic, has no cares, and is all about fun and games. Although this I find this Peter Pan very similar to the Peter Pan in the 2003 version. He is scared and sad. He wants to be the leader but isn't really sure how to, and this can back fire on him. He, to me, honestly wants to love someone and feel it back, maybe out of lack from his early childhood with a loving mother, etc. I think this is why he ends up with chasing Wendy. She posses more of a loving, motherly, non hesitant relationship with Peter whereas Tiger Lily has more of a passionate yet competitive and hesitant relationship with him. The note he wrote Tiger Lily made me cry the entire time reading it. I never really got a good understanding of it completely but it brought me tears. I think it brought me to tears because we all know going into this story Peter ends up with Wendy. It’s always Peter and Wendy in every retelling of "Peter Pan”, but it doesn’t stop you from you really wanting it to work out for Tiger Lily and Him. You, or at least I did, really wanted it to work out for them, and the fact that he wrote her a letter (which I always find to be romantic and the greatest thing a person could give you) was truly heart wrenching and warming.

Wendy Darling- In this version, Wendy is like how she is depicted in the movies and original book. She is bossy and finds a way to get what she wants, and you start to realizes she’s kinda manipulative, but you just don't realize until now because she is the protagonist in this version of the story.

Tik Tok- I’ve never really read a book where there was a character that was gender fluid and had people around them that did not mind it. I think Native American's definitely were/are supportive of this. And it killed me when Tik Tok was told it was a sin for him to be himself. I think it hurt so much because that was who he was and no one ever doubted him before and I think it coming from his own daughter (questioning why he wore dresses, and did his hair, etc.) I think it hurt him deeply that it suddenly became a problem because one person said it was wrong. But it was so hard to read about him no longer talking, and cutting all his hair off, and eventually his downfall. His suicide was so hard to get through because it felt like I genuinely lost a friend. I just really loved him as a character, father, and leader.

What I Learned / What The Book Taught Me:

This book is not just a love story, but also a self love and acceptance journey. Tiger Lily learns to accept herself for who she is ultimately. And we see her change through her first experience with love and having that taken away from her. We see her embrace her “bad luck” and being an outcast. Peter even transforms from this scared, lost soul into a man. It also shares Tik Tok’s story about how he transforms in a declining way. He looses himself due to what others think of him. I think it is interesting that Mrs. Anderson included people gaining and loosing yourself.

Not only is the story beautiful, but it was completely original and well thought out. Jodi Lynn Anderson added so many poetic lines that had the perfect spoonful of humor in them. She made each character, from a very childlike, fairytale-ending story, human. They were all relatable on some level. Whether they reminded you of a friend or yourself or someone you inspire to be someday. The writing is so phenomenal, and brings up topics that are not brought up in the fiction world. This was the first book I’ve ever read that talked about, and did a wonderful job explaining, what it was like when English folk colonized Native American’s beliefs, and way of life. This made me really realize how American influenced the Native Americans. For what can be debated good or bad. This book has a gender fluid character and shows his struggles once the English tell him it’s not right to be gender fluid and the village start to agree with the English folk. This book does hint at suicide and rape. But, I find it so refreshing, that a book can hint at these things and show you character development. This book reminds you that even though this people live on an island that they never grow old on, they still have deep feelings and human.

This book is dark. I won't lie, it is. It is a dark telling of Peter Pan. I think it reminds us that sometimes things are dark, and even a fairytale can end dark. Nobody gets everything they wanted, not one. But everyone does get want the need at the end. What they can ultimately live with. Something that I think sheds light on the fact that you are never going to get everything you want, but you can always get what you need.

Rating:

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Definitely a 5/5 for me. This book showed me new ideas and parts of characters I grew up with. It has monumental writing and brings up topics that I think should be more talked about whether it is YA or Fiction, etc. I can’t wait to pick this book up again and have a copy of my own.

I hope you enjoyed this review. It’s my first complete one. I’m sorry it is so long, I just really love this book. Thank you, and stay beautiful

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