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itsthejuggernautbitch · 4 years

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cut + burn chapter 3

Pairing: Colossus/You - Playlist

Summary: Wade decides that sixteen years of mutual pining is long enough. He’s appointed himself your new wingman, and he’s the best in town (or so he likes to think). Or, how the compound effort of Wade Wilson and total romantic frustration gave way to getting exactly what you’ve been waiting for.

Chapter 3: I’m on Fire

Author’s Note: From here on out, it’s smut and good feelings and a little bit of angst. But really, if you’re reading this, you already know.

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Sixteen years, you'd imagined this moment. No, really, perhaps it was closer to twenty years. Honestly, you couldn't remember a time when you'd been anything but head over heels for fucking Piotr Rasputin.

Fourteen years old - sent to the mansion for causing an electrical shortage that put out power to half your tiny town. No one to talk to, no one to go with you to the mansion. And he shows up to guide you through the school, show you around. He said he got stuck as the welcoming committee, but he was glad that he did.

Sixteen years old - a silly thing, jaded without reason, surly and altogether adolescent. You'd convinced Colossus to follow you and Kitty out to the forest behind the mansion after curfew and gotten the three of you in such deep shit. He took the blame, but everyone knew it was your idea. You'd been so reckless, had such a disobedient streak - sometimes you couldn't believe anyone had ever let you be in charge of anything.

Eighteen - sodden, drunk, laughing at Kitty for drunkenly falling in the lake while Colossus took shot after shot with frickin' Wolverine, who you'd somehow convinced to smuggle you a bottle of vodka. You'd gotten sick near the end of the night, vaguely remembered falling in the lake and being plucked out of the icy-cold water by large, silver hands. You'd never seen him touch another drop of alcohol.

And about five minutes after you'd turned eighteen, you'd been assigned to your duties and effectively ripped away from a future that could have already started. Maybe you were partly to blame for that - you could have asked to be transferred to a different task team after five years of your cleanup assignment. But you were stubborn and relentless, and your powers were good for fuck-all else than mopping up wreckage and your personality only good for wiping up everyone else's mess.

But here you were, sixteen years to the day you'd left home, ripping off Piotr frickin' Rasputin's pants like it was a goddamn race to see who could get naked faster.

You don't know how many times you'd imagined this over the years: Colossus, in your bedroom, hands sprawled out across your back, touching and tugging and tearing at you, ready to do nothing short of wear your ass out. How many times had you woken up from a dream only to realize it was a dream - that you would have to take care of it yourself. How long had you been pining daydreaming fantasizing? In every different scenario, every dark corner and bright place in your little reptilian brain - you'd agonized and brutalized trying to decide on what this would be like.

You'd always suspected tenderness - gentle hands, rocking hips, flushed skin and awkward giggles. You'd finish and wake up next to him, damp and doe-eyed and drowsy with unbidden lust - all that romantic crap.

This… was not that. This was better.

Tenderness was laughable, gentleness altogether forgotten. There would be time enough for tenderness later, maybe in the morning after you'd gotten all you could take and were just jonesing for the cherry on top. A long, drawn-out affair, capped off by sweet words and chills down your spine.

But this was so much better.

This was heat. This was desperation. This was his teeth on your neck and your tongue in his mouth and your nails down his back, nerve endings scorched and flayed open by sheer need. This was the accumulation of two decades of absolute want, wanton desire, and pained frustration. This was long nights wondering if you'd come home a broken mess, if he'd make it home from his mission, if his last soft message would be his last to you. This was anger - that you'd kept running off on mission after mission. This was sheer elation that he'd made it to your bed - and that your bed would be the only one he'd sleep in again.

Stitches popped as he pulled your shirt over your head and threw it into the corner as if it personally offended him. You refused to detach yourself from him long enough to let him get your pants off - you dropped them yourself.

"Off - this needs to come off," you commanded, tugging at his shirt. He fumbled, jerking his shirt up over his head. You run your hands along the hard planes and lines of his chest, the softness of his stomach, and wrap your arms around his neck. "Bed, please."

He scooped you up into his arms and you swooned. Thank fuck for superstrength.

Colossus dropped you on the bed (gently) and stepped between your legs. You clutched at his belt, unlooped it from his waste, and dropped it to the floor with every other scrap of clothing. His pants and underwear were next, leaving him totally bare. He was all thick, bulging muscles; softness around the waist; strong chest and arms; and clear, unfiltered desire. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, and you would have drooled if it wouldn't have been totally gross.

You silently thanked whoever was listening in the Great Upstairs for this gift of a man.

You pulled him down to your level, arms around his neck, and all but hauled him onto the bed on top of you. He hovered carefully, taking absolute care not to squish you. Nevertheless, that's where the gentleness ended. You'd coaxed out all the desperation and raw hunger he held in his body, and you were very much pleased with the result.

You had never been one to let someone toss you around. You preferred to give the orders and be the one in charge. That hadn't changed and wouldn't, not even for this man. But this was no time to dwell on the intricacies of the ebb and flow of power; you needed him like you'd never needed another human before. Tenderness and an equal exchange could come later - now, you just needed him.

Colossus kissed you, cupping your chin in his hand. With one arm, he held himself steady so as to keep his weight off of you. With the other arm, and without breaking the kiss, he slid his hand down to your waist to pull you in closer. You needed to readjust, but he obliged for you and shifted you up closer to the head of the bed.

"Is this okay?" he asked. Good lord, if his dick alone wasn't enough to get you going, his voice surely was. It rumbled deep in his chest, low and thick with want. It didn't matter what he was saying - his tone was enough. "It's not - I'm not too rough?"

You took his face in your hands and pulled him back down so that his forehead was pressed against yours. "Believe me, I'll tell you if you are. No, this is perfect."

"As long as it pleases you." He pressed a kiss to your cheek. "What would you have me do next?"

"Well," you began, very much aware of what you wanted him to do next, "you are not a small man in any context. You've got some work to do before you're going to get that in."

He pressed another kiss to the line of your throat. "Then I shall get to work..."

Colossus shifted further down towards the end of the bed. His hand ghosted over your side, making you shiver, and came to grasp at the breast closest to him. His fingers trailed over your skin in slow, circular patterns, tickling you until your nipples peaked. He took the one closest to him in his mouth, sucking and flicking at it with his tongue. You grabbed at his shoulders, squirming underneath him. He pinned your hips down to keep you still - to keep you from gleaning any satisfaction before he could give it to you - and looked up at you, still rolling your nipple around his tongue.

"Who's wicked now?" you huffed. He moved to your other breast, taking your nipple between his teeth and nipping gently, gently. He worked his unoccupied hand down between you, cupping your hip. "Seems like it's you. Never imagined you'd be a tease."

Colossus moved lower so that his shoulders were positioned squarely between your thighs. He trailed his tongue down the line of your stomach, dipped into your navel, and looked up at you. "Normally, I am not. But I've..."

"Been waiting a while?"

"Yes," he hummed, working lower. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders. "I have thought about this for a long time."

You raised an eyebrow. "Is that right? And what did you think about?"

He sucked a slow bruise onto your inner thigh, then licked it to soothe the ache he left. "Taking it slow, mostly. I had hoped you would want it like that."

"I do."

He trailed his mouth a little higher, right to the juncture of your thighs, and looked up from his position. You could have died happy right there, with him looking up at you like he had torture on his mind. "I can go slow, if you would prefer?"

"Nope, nuh-uh, I will not last long enough for you to do that."

"Next time, then."

"Next time, any time, every time. Just not this time."

You sat up on your elbows so you could watch him tongue the line of your slit. It was a simple movement, but from it bloomed the worst itch, like an unending, twisting fire brand to every single nerve. Your muscles tensed, hips flexing, but he held you steady.

"Wicked, wicked man."

"Not for long, I promise."

Colossus trailed his fingers down your slit just behind his tongue. He dipped a single digit in and found you absolutely leaking for him already. He pushed a finger in, then two, chasing it with his tongue, licking and sucking until you could only groan his name.

You tapped his shoulder like you were tapping out of a fight, warning him to stop. He thankfully, yet still somehow unfortunately, obliged. His mouth was wet from you, his fingers soaked, but he really, really didn't care. He crawled back up your body and claimed your mouth, easing you on to your back.

You felt a bit guilty that you'd hardly done anything for him. "Get on your back and I'll-"

"You are already so close, and I cannot deny you relief after I took my time," Colossus said, hitching your legs up around his waist. You were struck by the heat of his voice, the barely-contained power behind his words. "Next time."

"Lot of next times on your mind?"

He pressed his forehead to yours and took your hands in his, lifting them above your head. "I have dreamed of you my entire adult life. I will take as many next times as you are willing to give me."

"I have a list."

"I will be overjoyed to hear every single item on it."

Keeping your hands trapped underneath one of his, he worked his other hand down to find the base of his cock. He dragged the tip along your slit until he found your opening, teasing you with the head of his cock. You bit your lip as he pushed in, every single inch of him filling you up. The groan of relief he made was unbelievable, low and deep in your ear and positively filthy.

He stilled just long enough for you to stretch comfortably around him, then pulled back and thrust back in. His pace was slow for fear of hurting you, but his control wavered as you lifted your hips to meet his. His thumb pressed against your clit, teasing the nub until you were all but biting into his shoulder to keep from crying out.

You were at the point where you could feel your hips giving out, but Colossus was clearly there, too. His quick, controlled pace started and stuttered, his grip a little too tight. Your name rolled off his tongue, broken and pleading, asking if this was okay, if you were ready. You clenched around him, falling off of that edge just before he did. He pulled out and came on your thigh, rutting against you as he rode out his own orgasm.

It was a solid minute before either one of you could move. Colossus maneuvered you onto his chest and kissed the top of your head. You splayed out on top of him, unwilling to move more than absolutely necessary.

Five minutes of silence, five minutes of Colossus rubbing your back and pressing his nose into your hair, and you finally moved so you could look up at him. His eyes were soft, and he watched you as if he couldn't dream of looking anywhere else.

"We should probably shower."

"Yes."

"You may have to carry me."

"I will."

"You may have to hold me up in the shower."

"Assuming I can also stand."

"You can fuck me against the shower wall, if you want."

Colossus chuckled softly in your ear. "Language, love."

You kissed along his collarbone, right up to his ear. "You weren't complaining about my language when I was begging you to-"

He kissed you to cut you off. "Shower first, then tease."

"I can do both at the same time, you know."

“Of course you can, love.”

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the--sad--hatter · 5 years

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Name Calling (18)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION - In which the ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on how much you would enjoy it.

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Chapter Eighteen - The Way She Makes Me Feel

Bucky was trembling with rage. The catering company lead had been a bust. The security camera’s had picked up a hooded figure handing the book to the caterer but between the camera’s and the witness there were no identifying features other than it was a white male, early to late 30’s, 5’10 to 6ft tall.

“Docherty probably hired somebody to give the book to the caterer. Even if we found him, we’d probably just be chasing down a line of unaware people. He’s not going to make this easy for us.” Steve told him despondently.

Bucky sighed, he knew Steve was right but he had hoped he would have something a little more concrete to tell her. As they trudged back to the quinjet in defeat he allowed his mind to go where it had been desperate to go all day.

That kiss.

He hadn’t planned on it, he had only intended to assure her he wasn’t mad at her but it had just happened. He had looked down at her laughing face, eyes bright and shining with relief and amusement and he had realised that he desperately wanted to kiss her again. He knew it was a risk, she might push him away and hit him. She could have laughed in his face. But she didn’t, she kissed him back with fervour. She’d run her hands up his chest and felt his heart thundering under her palm, she’d pushed her hands into his hair and gently tugged at the strands when he nipped at her lip. She’d opened her mouth and let him entwine his tongue with hers. She had taken everything he offered and given it back with equal desire.

It had taken every ounce of self control he had to pull back and let her breathe. He wanted to keep her out there on the balcony, safely ensconced in his arms all night but had reluctantly escorted her back inside to her party. She had been snatched away from him almost straight away by Thor who had shoved a flask into her hands while Sam, Darcy and Steve had chanted at her to drink. He wanted to whisk her away and have her, all of her to himself but the more he watched her laugh and dance the more calm he felt. Seeing her joyous like that had made him happy.

For months he had told himself he hated her and it hadn’t been a lie but the more time he spent with her the more she got under his skin.

When the journalists had assailed her outside the tower and he had seen her shrink in on herself, terrified he had seen a softness in her he hadn’t known was there. And when she had come to him after, filled with rage and demanding he sparred with her it had lit a fire in his blood. She had beaten him, executing a flawless move that had taken his breath away in it’s efficiency and brutality.

When he had seen Vernichtung he had realised how wrong about her he was because one look at that monster was enough to make him see how different she was from the beast inside her. The pain she had felt at what that monster had done had broken his heart and when that bullet pierced her chest he felt like it had also pierced his.

That night in the kitchen when she had tenderly pressed the ice pack to his cheek his heart had fluttered in his chest and he’d felt hopeful that maybe she didn’t hate him. The calm and serenity of that moment had stayed with him all night and for the first time in a long time he had slept long and deep, unplagued by nightmares.

The moment she had agreed to go on a date with somebody else bile had risen in his throat and he had been bitterly reminded that he couldn’t have her. When he had seen her in her dress in the hallway it was like someone had dumped ice cold water over him such was the shock when he had realised then just how badly he actually wanted her. When she had ripped a man twice her size through the sunroof of a car and carved his tooth out with a knife he knew he shouldn’t have found it quite so attractive but the ferocity she had shown had ignited something carnal in him.

And the she had fought him, desperate to escape. Even shoving his own knife into his shoulder and his anger and lust had boiled over, mingling together and clouding his mind. He had kissed her before even considering what he was doing. For a few glorious moments she had kissed him back and then came the betrayal. He had wanted to hate her for it and for a few hours he had, until he saw the depths of depravity in the soul of the man she was trying to keep him away from. When he had seen her mother dying in that church it had hit him, the real monster wasn’t Vernichtung, it was Docherty. And she had known that from the beginning. She had drugged him, betrayed him and left him behind because she was protecting him.

She was brave to a fault, unwavering in the face of danger. She would do anything she had to do without flinching to protect the people around her. She was soft and sweet and ferocious and violent all at the same time. He had spent so long fuming at her getting under his skin that he hadn’t realised she had found her way into his heart.

“Earth to Bucky...” Steve called, waving a hand in front of his face.

Bucky was surprised to see they were already back at the quinjet.

“You ok Buck?” Steve asked him.

“Yeah pal, I’m fine.”

“You sure? I know you were hoping we’d catch a lead out here.”

“We’ll get him, he’s going to slip up eventually and then we’ll have him.” Bucky vowed.

“You’re pretty invested in this. I knew you’d do what you could to help, you’re a good man but you’re really going above and beyond the call of duty for someone you hate.”

“I don’t hate her.” Bucky said with a weary sigh.

He’d wasted so long thinking he did and he was done. She was still the most infuriating person he had ever met and she made his temper flare like nobody else but he did not hate her.

“That’s great Buck, I’m so relieved. Because I was thinking..”

“A dangerous pastime.”

“Shut up jerk. That date I took her on, it was nice. Really nice. I hadn’t really thought of her in that way before then but now I am. Do you think I should take her out again?”

Bucky’s head snapped up as he felt his heart sink to his stomach. He wanted her but this was Steve. His best friend and the best person he knew. How could he compete with Captain America, even if he could bring himself to try?

“Oh. You and her? You like her?” He asked through the lump in his throat.

“Yeah. She’s pretty amazing don’t you think?” Steve replied.

“Yeah, yeah she is.” Bucky said wistfully.

She really was amazing, the most amazing woman he’d met. And she deserved someone like Steve, the only person with a heart as big as hers. He was broken out of his musings by Steve’s sniggering.

“You’ve really got it bad for her don’t ya pal? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this doll dizzy.” Steve laughed.

“Me? I thought you said you wanted to ask her out?” Bucky was lost.

“Wanted to see if you’d finally figured out how you felt about her. Glad to see you’ve cottoned on at last.” Steve grinned.

“You knew?”

“You’ve been my best friend for decades. Of course I knew.” Steve said with a shrug.

“Is that why you went on a date with her?”

“No. I did that for her. The fact it made you jealous was just a bonus. Your face in the elevator when she called you out for being jealous though, that was priceless.”

“I can’t believe everybody thinks you’re some kind of paragon of virtue and justice. You’re a little shit.” Bucky snapped.

“Don’t get mad at me because you were blind to your own feelings. It’s been exhausting watching you two tear each other to shreds, waiting for the other shoe to drop.” Steve said in exasperation.

Bucky couldn’t even be mad. Steve was right, he had been a blind idiot.

“I kissed her.” Bucky admitted.

“How’d she respond?”

“Which time?”

“How many times have you kissed her?” Steve asked indignantly.

“See, you don’t know everything Rogers.” Bucky smirked.

“Bucky.” Steve whined petulantly.

“Twice. I kissed her twice. First time was after she stabbed me. She tranquillized me mid kiss.”

Steve looked scandalised.

“Don’t give me that look, I remember when Peggy shot at you.” Bucky pointed out.

Steve smiled wistfully at the memory.

“She makes me feel alive Stevie, even when she’s shouting at me. Especially when she’s shouting at me. Everything’s a little brighter, more intense when I’m around her. The whole world just seems like more than it was the day before you know? She’s there and suddenly my heart beats faster, my blood runs quicker and I just feel so alive.” Bucky told him, frustrated he couldn’t find the words to express it properly.

“You’re in love with her.” Steve said with wonder, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, I think I am. I really think I am.”

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Short bonus chapter where we check in on Bucky and Steve before Baby Starks first solo mission

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cutesuki--bakugou · 5 years

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Ancient Soul

Time Travel, Quirkless, Feudal Japan AU

“Your soul does not belong here.” Those were words you never thought that you would hear. Now, thrown into the past in feudal Japan, you must find a way to survive, all while struggling to avoid the growing feelings for one hot-headed war general. War, romance, death and love drive you forward, to find the place where your soul truly belongs.

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Want to start from be beginning? Check the Ancient Soul tag. New chapters released every Wednesday as long as schedule permits.

Genre: Romance / Angst Story Rating: Explicit | Adult Themes, Sex, Death, Depictions of Violence, Alcohol

Chapter 1: Hey, Hey, It’s Haunted, You Know?!

Chapter Rating: No Warnings Apply Words: 3367

The sound of your blaring alarm from your phone was something that you hated with every fiber of your being. It was a horrible, annoying ringing that would be more at home in some B-rated SiFi movie, but it was the only thing on your phone loud enough to rip you out of sleep. So, with a loud groan into your pillow, you reached across and snatched the device from its resting place, attempting to press the ‘dismiss’ button three times before you were successful. Once it was off, you only took a quick glance at the time, only to further confirm that it was indeed six in the morning.

It was no one's fault but your own that you were so exhausted. You had stayed up late with your friends, shamelessly ditching homework for some voice chat and video game fun. Yes, you knew you had to be up early and that your eight o’clock class was brutal, but you felt like you had deserved that little break. Your life the past few years had been nothing but grinding away at school work, barely even having a social life that didn’t involve the occasional trip to a karaoke bar. That is also how they talked you into skipping class today to come on a little trip with them to some… haunted shrine.

A mixture of exhaustion and the desperate need for companionship had prompted you to agree, and so you all busied yourselves by scaring the wits out of each other on some horror game. You had all planned to meet up at ten, so you had wanted to get a little more sleep. But again, you had crashed the instant you lied your head on your pillow, thus completely forgetting to turn off your alarm. Now what? Should you attempt to go back to sleep and possibly end up sleeping through your meetup time? Or maybe getting up and taking a nice, long shower would be good for you.

You did neither at the moment, beginning to scroll through your social media alerts on your phone that you had been ignoring. Even your friends there seemed… distant from you. You hadn’t made an update or post on anything in a couple of weeks, so overwhelmed with school work that you could hardly even breathe. Just the thought that you were going to skip class today was making you nauseous, so in an attempt to avoid the thought, you rolled over to face the wall and began searching your destination on your phone.

Shōshitsu Shrine, or The Vanishing Shrine, just a few hours drive outside of Kyoto where you were currently attending university. How dumb, you thought, scrolling through the numerous stories and claims of supernatural happenings in this place. Why would they want to go to this place knowing all the weird stuff that has happened? I swear, if something happens I’ll never forgive them. I bet Mirio wants to do this just to get some type of footage!

With a heavy sigh, you let your phone fall out of your hands onto the bed beside you, figuring that scaring yourself before you even got there wasn’t a good idea. You knew that there was going to be a constant conversation about all of this on the drive, so getting all worked up about it was pointless. Tamaki may be able to keep the conversation away from that stuff just because he’s as nervous as I am… Though Nejire will most likely not be able to stop, I think she’s the most excited just because it’s something new.

Dreading the thought, you finally dragged yourself out of bed, giving a hefty sigh as you stretched. Aching bones gave way and popped, giving relief to your basically mangled body. Sitting in a chair in front of a computer playing games all night has a tendency to do that to you, but again, you had no one to blame but yourself. Just as you couldn’t blame anyone else for your phone slipping from your hand and nearly landing right on your foot, making you curse out and jump back a bit to avoid it. “Damn it. Clumsy.”

Gathering your clothing for the day, you sheepishly shuffled into your bathroom, giving your [fur color] cat a soft pat on the head as you passed its favorite sleeping spot. “Good morning, kitty.” You were greeted with a fluttering meow in response, bringing a smile to your lips as you shut the bathroom door behind you. Purposefully avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror, you set your clothing down on the edge of the vanity countertop to begin your regular shower routine.

It went by in a blur, your exhausted mind struggling to keep hold of your surroundings, and by the time you exited the bathroom nearly forty-five minutes had passed. Normally, a shower would have you feeling refreshed, but all it had done was make you want to crawl back into bed. You refused to do so, knowing that you couldn’t bail on this trip, and laying back into bed would ruin it all. So, for the two and a half hours that you had to spare, you first busied yourself with a bit of cleaning up and piddling about online.

When you finally descended the steps to your apartment, you couldn’t help but give a small shiver, finding that it was quite a bit cooler than normal for summer. The puffy, dark grey clouds in the distance were obviously the reason, and you hoped that during the drive, you would outrun the rain. One, because you didn’t have an umbrella or jacket with you, and the thought of going back up three flights of stairs to get those items wasn’t exactly exciting. Before you could truly make your decision, a car pulled up beside your building, honking excitedly at you.

“Hey, hey, [f/n]!” Nejire called from out of the back window, waving you down excitedly. “Hurry! We have to get there fast, it’s going to rain, you know! Can you tell?”

“Did you guys bring umbrellas and things?” You asked after hurriedly approaching the car, sliding into the backseat beside your nearly bouncing friend. Her long periwinkle hair was tied into a braid over her left shoulder and she was dressed for hiking, which you were… not. “Oh no, are we going to hike?! I didn’t know that!”

“Oh, yes!” Nejire watched you closely as you buckled in. “There are a lot of stairs and woods around there, you know, and they don’t take care of it.”

“Ah don’t worry about it, [f/n]. I checked it’s not really hiking, just a lot of stairs.” Mirio piped in from the driver's seat, giving you a comforting glance of his always present smile. “And we have enough umbrellas!”

“That’s not true, Mirio, we only have two! See!” Nejire picked up one from the floorboard next to her feet. “And mine is small! Do you think two people could fit under here? Hm?”

You couldn’t help but release a small squeak of surprise as the umbrella suddenly opened, nearly smacking you right in the face. “Oh geez, Nejire, close it! We can test that when we are out of the car.”

“It’s bad luck to open umbrellas inside,” Tamaki spoke softly from the front, nearly incoherent behind Neiire’s rambling on about how cute her umbrella is. “And Mirio can’t see to drive.”

Nejire gave an airy laugh, finally closing the umbrella. “What?! You can’t get bad luck from opening an umbrella inside a car! That’s just inside a building. Oh, oh, it would be really bad luck to open it in the shrine! Should we try?”

You gave a small shake of your head, pulling out your phone to hopefully distract your mind from the conversation you knew was about to start. “Can we even get inside of the shrine?”

“No,” Mirio gave a small shake of his head. “I mean, sure, if you really tried to I bet we could. But we were just going to look.”

“And not desecrate or be disrespectful. That place is no joke, someone vanished from there just last week.” Tamaki shifted a bit in the front passenger seat, looking back at you over his shoulder. “Did you hear about that?”

“Yeah, yeah, did you hear! Some older man, he just… poof!” Nejire did an exploding hand gesture along with her description, before clapping her hands once loudly. “But, as long as you don’t go there alone, it’s fine! Staying together is how you stay safe! And ignore the foxes!”

“Foxes?” You looked at your friend curiously, watching her hair bob as she nodded energetically. “I didn’t know there were foxes there.”

“Mhmm! I did a lot of research on this, you know, I bet I could tell stories the entire drive!”

I bet you could. You gave a tired sigh, rubbing your cheek as you lied your head back on the headrest of the seat. The feeling and sound of the car driving down the highway was comforting, and you could have sworn that even Nejire’s excited voice was lulling you to sleep. Just as soon as you closed your eyes, you were suddenly jerked awake by the feeling of the car coming to a stop. A familiar, heavy grogginess and a sour taste in your mouth told you that you had fallen asleep, though you were surprised to find that you were right at the entrance to the shrine.

The stairway was marked with a crumbling torii, the dark wood decayed and worn from the abuse of time. It was ominous, a clear sign that this particular shrine was not worthy of upkeep for one reason or another. There were no warning signs, but there were remnants of proof that a team of police had been here recently to conduct a search for the missing elderly man.

With a heavy intake of breath, you forced yourself to exit the car, taking a moment to adjust your t-shirt. Being up higher in the mountains, the air was cool and refreshing, though there were the sounds of a nearby road. It was comforting to be able to still have some grip on civilization, knowing that if something happened, you could find help easily.

“Wow, it’s so creepy! Look, even the trees are growing away from the torii!” Nejire pointed up towards the trees as she made her way close to the entrance. “I wonder why that is! Hey, Mirio, do you know? Hm?” She patted her friend's shoulder eagerly as he came to stand beside her, which he ignored in favor of crossing his arms over his chest.

“I have no idea! C’mon, let’s go!”

With that, he began to make his way up the steps with Nejire following close behind, though she did take a moment to stop and curiously touch the wood of the torii. With a heavy sigh, you were about to make your way up with them, though you noticed that there was a particular person who had not yet gotten out of the car. Coming to stand beside it, you leaned over to curiously peer inside, immediately recognizing the worried furrow of Tamaki’s brow. “Hey, are you okay?”

He gave a quick shake of his head, only giving you a quick glance before back down at his phone he was clutching tightly in his hands. “I think I’ll stay down here for… for a while. Go on up before you lose them.”

“Are you sure? I can hang out with you until you’re ready.”

“N-No, I’ll be ready in… In a little while. You can go.”

You gave him a small, comforting smile before moving away from the car, starting towards the stairs. “Just text me if you need me to come back!” If he answered, you didn’t hear it, trying to focus on the uneven, cracked stone steps. That’s all you would need is to fall down who knows how many stairs just because you didn’t see that one particular crack. The further up you went, the more you felt like the trees were closing in on you, darkening your surroundings and bringing a further chill to your skin.

Just as Nejire had said, it was creepy. It was so damn creepy, in fact, that you almost felt the urge to fly back down the stairs and hide in the car with Tamaki. It was almost as if there were eyes on you, watching your every move. You could only imagine chancing a quick glance up, only to be met with the glare of a ghoul that would steal you away. Perhaps they were behind you right now, so close that the wind on your nape could easily be the breath of a forlorn spirit. Shivering from the thought, you quickly made your way up the stairs, focusing only on the thought of your destination and not the cold feeling of clammy hands on your arms.

You were panting heavily by the time you reached the top of the stairs, but you didn’t dare stop until Nejire and Mirio were in your sights. Leaning over and propping yourself up on your knees, you struggled to catch your breath, barely able to hear Nejire calling your name behind the pounding in your ears.

“[f/n]! Did you get scared? Huh? Why are you so tired? Look at this shrine, it’s so much smaller than it looks online! Oh! It has bugs!”

Recovering, you stood back up, starting to make your way towards them as you tried to restrain your heavy breaths. “Wow, it is a lot smaller and… not anywhere near as creepy as the way up here.”

“You were creeped out on the way up here? I thought it was pretty! Oh, oh, Mirio take a picture of me with this statue!” Nejire seemed quite uninterested in what you had gone through, but the fact that they hadn’t noticed the odd energy made you feel even more uneasy. Deciding to just brush it off, you began to wander a bit, observing the crumbling ancient shrine. As you made your way over to the left side, you had to hop up over a fallen beam, careful not to trip as your sandal shifted unevenly beneath your step.

Suddenly, a flickering of light caught your eye, pulling your gaze down along the wall of the shrine. There, a small wooden box sat, with a picture, flickering white candles, and white flowers. Curious, you stepped closer and squatted down beside it, finding that the picture was of an elderly gentleman. Instantly, you felt your skin crawl, knowing that it must have been the man who had vanished just recently. The fact that the candles were lit meant that someone had just recently come up here to grieve, and you immediately felt like an asshole for showing up just to gawk at a place that housed so much suffering.

Just as you were about to stand, it began to rain, just a light drizzle. After peering up at the darkening sky, you turned your focus back to the tiny altar in front of you, feeling a twinge of sadness as the candles were put out by the rain. Placing your palms together in front of your chest, you bowed your head and gave a quiet prayer for the man’s soul, before standing to find your friends to hopefully avoid a similar fate.

“Mirio! It’s raining! We forgot the umbrellas and Tamaki!”

“He’ll come up when he’s ready, and it’s just a little- ah, okay, it’s raining hard.”

“C’ mon, let’s go get the umbrellas, quick! Besides, you’re the only one who can get Tamaki to come up, too!”

It was then that you heard the footsteps of them rushing down the stairs, joined in by the loud rush of rain on stone. Feeling panic bubble within you, you were quick to try and rush back to the pillar you climbed over before. “W-wait, hey, don’t leave me up- WAH!”

The pillar, aged with mold, became slick in the rain, and your foot slipped out from under you the instant you tried to push yourself up. You landed hard on your backside, the pain making you hiss out and lay down in defeat. “O-Ow… Damn sandals!”

For a moment, you just laid there, hips pulsing in pain and the rain falling on your face. You could have almost admitted that it was… peaceful, to lay there like that. All peace was jolted from you, however, as there was a rustling in the brush beside you, making your eyes instantly flash open and heart race violently. You were frozen in your spot, and yet the rustling grew closer. You could just imagine a ghoul crawling towards you out of the darkness, body contorted and blood dripping from whatever hole could possibly be the most terrifying.

Damn stupid haunted shrine! I swear I am never going anywhere haunted ever aga-... A fox?

You found yourself face to face with a fox as it came to stand over you, peering down into your [e/c] eyes as if it were a human. Cautiously, you shifted yourself to the side and sat up, breathing heavily from your momentary terror.

“A-a fox… out in the rain. At a haunted shrine. I must have hit my head and passed out or something…” You adjusted your sitting position to sit on your knees, resting your hands on your thighs as you leaned over a bit to look down at the fox. Its gaze never left your face, watching you so intently that you figured it must have been scared. Though, it didn’t have a frightened body posture, nor was it snarling in any way. The orange and dark brown fur that covered the animal was oddly dry looking, even with the pouring rain, but you couldn’t really say you had ever seen a wet fox before.

“Uhm…” You felt a bit stupid for even thinking it, but you had an unending urge to just… talk to it. “How’s it going… foxy?” As if in response, the animal’s left ear gave a twitch, bringing you to notice that it was missing quite a large chunk out of it as if it had been bitten by something. Plausible, of course, since it was a wild animal. What you still couldn’t get over was the way it looked at you, as if it could truly understand you or even… read your mind? It was so bizarre, so intimidating that you were beginning to feel a bit sick to your stomach. “I… Maybe you should go.”

“No. You are the one that does not belong here.”

The wispy voice that filled your mind startled you so badly that you were suddenly frozen with fear, gaping down at the fox as you struggled to comprehend what was happening. D-did it just talk to me?! Did I just imagine that? What the hell--

“You are not imagining anything.” Again, the voice came to your mind as the fox stood from it’s seated position, taking a few delicate steps towards you. It was then that your flight responses kicked in and you backed away, quickly finding that you were pressed up against the stone wall of the shrine.

Breathing heavily, you cowered as far back as you possibly could. “G-get away! I don’t care if this is some hallucination from falling or if it’s real, you need to get away!”

The fox did not move from its spot, though its tail did sway a bit. “It is not a hallucination. But, I am not the one that needs to leave.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll leave. I’ve obviously gone insane.” Your voice trembled as you spoke, feeling your entire body shaking as you began to stand. “I’m gone! I’m out of here forever.”

“You misunderstand me, [f/n].”

Again, you found your body frozen, fearful gaze locked on the fox as it stared up at you. You couldn’t move an inch, not as it approached you and not even as a wicked grin crept across its lips, revealing human-like teeth.

“It is your soul that does not belong.”

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secret hordak (chapter eight)

The cadets partake in a Fright Zone holiday tradition: the anonymous gift-giving game, Secret Hordak. Meanwhile, Catra and Adora attempt to celebrate the anniversary of the day they met. Pre-canon and canon compliant, all cadets are nineteen years old.

catradora & background repkyle | multi-chapter | fluffy funny holiday fic w/ light angst

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It was the first day of the Hordak holidays, and Shadow Weaver was running a brutal training session.

“Kyle!” she barked from the viewing platform as the five cadets sparred on the mat beneath her. “Find his weakness!”

Kyle gave a resigned sigh and went for the chink in Rogelio’s armor—a small, vulnerable spot of exposed flesh, not covered by his hard scales. Kyle looked mostly confused as Rogelio collapsed beneath him.

“Not fast enough!” Shadow Weaver exclaimed. “And watch your follow-through, cadet!”

Meanwhile, on the other end of the floor, Lohni and Adora sparred hand-to-hand. They both moved quickly and purposefully—their forms were textbook.

“Augh!” Adora sounded as Lohni punched her in the gut. Her legs wobbled beneath her, but she refused to fall. She shot back with an upper-cut at Lohni’s jaw, knocking her opponent backwards.

“Fuck!” Lohni shouted, grabbing her own face. Adora frowned.

“Shit, Lohni, are you—”

“Stop showing concern for your opponent!” Shadow Weaver interrupted. “You are stronger than that, Adora!”

Adora frowned and looked at Lohni, who snarled and rose, shaky but still fighting. “You’ll pay for that.”

“Catra!” Shadow Weaver barked. “Out of the shadows!”

A petite form dropped from the rafters, landing right beside Kyle and Rogelio. Catra effortlessly elbowed Kyle in the chest, bringing him to his knees.

Rogelio then went for Catra, grabbing her by the waist and knocking her to the ground. Catra hissed as Rogelio held her down and clawed at his eye. He roared and drew back, giving Catra the opportunity to hop up and climb onto his back, maneuvering him into a chokehold.

Both cadets grunted desperately as Catra held on, tight, and Rogelio began to lose his breath. With his final bit of strength he threw Catra off, launching her across the room. She smashed into Lohni, breaking up the spar between her and Adora.

“This is a disaster!” Shadow Weaver shouted. “Are you quarreling children, or senior cadets?”

Lohni growled and yanked Catra’s tail, eliciting a sharp pained yowl. Adora’s eyes widened and she launched at Lohni, pulling her hair. Catra turned around and extended her claws, preparing to attack Lohni’s very vulnerable face—

“HO HO HORDAK!”

Adora froze and grabbed Catra’s paw, effectively stopping her from doing something she’d regret. Force Captain Scorpia stood at the doorway, accompanied by Lord Hordak himself. Scorpia’s greeting boomed through the training room, disrupting the tense mood entirely.

“Lord Hordak,” Adora said, saluting. Everyone else followed suit immediately.

“Happy holidays,” Hordak said slowly. He wore a pointy red hat with a white puff at its apex, and looked slightly less terrifying than usual. “It is customary on this day that I deliver weapons to the children of the Horde. Although you all are adults, you are still Shadow Weaver’s wards, and my soldiers. Therefore…”

Scorpia gave Adora a wink as she carried a red velvet bag of goodies over to the cadets. “I asked Lord Hordak if he could give you guys a special visit today,” she said quietly to the group. “Since Shadow Weaver is being so…”

“—interrupt my training session, highly unprofessional—” Shadow Weaver said to Hordak across the room.

Lohni sighed and plunged her hand into the sack. From it, she revealed a small butterfly knife.

“Cool,” she said, a small smile creeping onto her face. She glanced coolly at Catra. “Think it’d be a match for those claws?”

Catra shrugged. “Wanna find out?”

Adora elbowed the cat-girl and reached in next. She grinned when she pulled out a grappling hook.

“Aw, dang,” Kyle said, drawing a small slingshot.

Adora played with her gift as Rogelio pulled brass knuckles from the bag. He tried to fit them over his claw, failing miserably. He patted Kyle on the shoulder and made a trade, looking at the slingshot with a strange admiration.

“Kitty, you’re last!” Scorpia said, shaking the bag in Catra’s direction.

Catra raised an eyebrow. “The fuck’d you call me?”

“Catra,” Adora said warningly as the cat-girl thrust her claw into the bag. She grinned as she pulled out…

“A sword,” she said, twirling the weapon in one hand. The weapon was a muted green, similar to a Horde staff but with a blade and a pommel. “Woah.”

“Swords are so cool,” Adora said, eyeing it. “It suits you, too.”

Catra smiled as Scorpia closed the bag. “Happy Hordak holidays, cadets!” she said, giving a special wink to Adora and Rogelio.

“Fine, fine, I’m sorry,” Shadow Weaver said to Hordak, who leaned over her menacingly. Catra snickered loudly.

Lord Hordak turned to the cadets and nodded. “I see you’ve all received your gifts. I’d like you to take the rest of the day to… relax. Happy holidays.”

The cadets stood, all open-mouthed, as Hordak and Scorpia exited the gym. The cadets turned to one another, chattering and showing off their new weapons.

Finally, Shadow Weaver spoke, her magic turning the room’s atmosphere red and severe.

“You will not leave this gym,” she said tensely, “until you demonstrate that you can fight like the senior cadets you are.”

Kyle frowned. “But Lord Hordak just said—”

“Quiet!” Shadow Weaver shouted, knocking him over with shadow magic. The other cadets gasped and formed a protective circle around him.

“You fucking bitch—” Catra began to say, only to be shoved aside by Rogelio. The lizard-man lunged towards Shadow Weaver, pulling the metal projectile of his new slingshot backwards. He released it right into Shadow Weaver’s face, colliding with the left eye slit of her mask. She howled in pain as Rogelio returned to the group of cadets.

“Holy shit!” Lohni exclaimed.

Shadow Weaver roared and aimed a ray of electricity in the cadets’ direction. Catra frowned, glanced at the people behind her, and made a very sudden and uncharacteristic decision:

She jumped in front of them and took the brunt of the pain.

After all, it was far from the first time she’d faced this treatment from Shadow Weaver.

“Catra!” Adora screamed as the cat-girl doubled over. She held Catra as she faded out of consciousness, her sword forgotten on the training mat.

“Away from her, Adora!” Shadow Weaver screamed. “She only holds you back!”

Adora held tighter to Catra. “I’m not letting this go again,” she said into her ear.

Catra whimpered, nodded, and tucked her face into Adora’s heaving chest. Adora narrowed her eyes and turned to Lohni as Shadow Weaver prepared another attack, now level with the cadets on the training floor.

“You’ve got this,” Adora said.

Lohni nodded and picked up Catra’s sword. She gave a battle yell and charged towards Shadow Weaver, who rather effortlessly blasted the large weapon out of her grasp. Shadow Weaver grabbed at Lohni and held her tight, her dark magic and rage literally emanating from her form…

Until Lohni plunged her brand-new butterfly knife into Shadow Weaver’s shoulder, leaving it buried in the sorceress’ flesh.

Shadow Weaver screamed in agony as Lohni jumped back and joined the other cadets. The tall, terrifying woman ripped the knife out of her womb and threw it across the room, making a slow but rage-filled advance towards them.

“You…” she breathed. “You…”

“We took you down!” Adora shouted, Catra unconscious in her arms. “Shadow Weaver, can’t you see that we are capable? We are good! Especially when we work as a team!”

Shadow Weaver grasped her wound and breathed heavily. “The cat has corrupted you all,” she said, levitating Catra’s body with a magic blast. “I should have eliminated her years ago.”

Adora shook her head furiously as tears ran down her cheeks.

“Don’t hurt her,” she threatened, “or I’ll defect!”

The room fell silent and eerily still. Catra stirred in her semi-conscious state, not in pain but certainly aware of Shadow Weaver’s grasp.

“I’ll defect too,” said Kyle, his voice shaking. “Not as big of a deal as Adora, but—”

“Yeah,” Lohni added. “Same.”

Rogelio grunted in agreement.

“You need us,” Adora said slowly, standing and reaching for Catra’s hovering form. “Your wards. We’re what you have to show for your time in the Horde. Without us, Shadow Weaver… you’re nothing.”

Shadow Weaver glared at Adora… and then stood down.

“Get out of my sight,” she said, “for the evening. This holiday is making everyone a fool.”

The cadets breathed a collective sigh of relief.

“You will all be assigned a month of janitorial duty for your insubordination,” Shadow Weaver added. Adora caught Catra as she fell towards the ground, the red magic surrounding her disappeared.

“Hey,” Adora said gently as Catra her blinked eyes. “Hey, it’s okay—”

“What happened?”

Adora held Catra even tighter, much to the other girl’s confusion. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

“Adora,” Lohni said, putting a hand on the other girl’s padded shoulder. She glanced at Shadow Weaver, who angrily stormed off, presumably to the medical ward. “Let’s go back to the barracks.”

“Come on, kitten,” Adora said tenderly, helping Catra up. Catra slung herself over Adora’s form, still extremely shaken from Shadow Weaver’s attack.

“Don’t call me that in front of everyone,” Catra muttered as the cadets exited the gym. “It makes me look weak.”

Lohni, Kyle, and Rogelio pretended not to pay attention as Adora stroked Catra’s hair.

“Nobody thinks you’re weak,” Adora reassured Catra.

“Yeah, Catra,” Kyle blurted, “what you did was badass!”

Lohni and Adora chuckled uncomfortably as Catra groaned, and Rogelio held Kyle at the side.

The cadets left the gym and didn’t look back.

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