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Crush

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: “The door opened and you turned toward it out of impulse. The man that was suddenly in front of you was Tess’s age, you guessed. Dark hair greying, sleeves of his denim button down rolled up to the elbows, face…mean. Joel Miller in the flesh.”

Warnings: Smut (18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), age gap (reader is late 20s/early 30s, Joel is canon typical age), p in v sex, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), kinda mean!Joel, degradation, praise kink, orgasm denial/edging, I will sprinkle in queer Tess. If I missed anything please let me know!

Soundtrack: Crush by Ethel Cain

Joel had a problem with saying no.

He knew it made him seem soft, but he just couldn’t get it out. There was something about becoming a father that increased the negative connotation of the word; using it as a response meant hampering the needs of someone who trusted you. Or the wants. And it was always the wants he fell victim to. Sarah knew his weaknesses—she was his biggest one. A goldfish, extra dessert, a slumber party— “Sure, darlin’.”

Sarah was all he cared about, and he’d give her everything she ever wanted, even when it meant looking like a pushover.

But his window had passed; all will to live drained and replaced by pure survivalism. He pretended to get over it out of instinct, willing himself to push everything down in order to keep going.

He didn’t mind saying no anymore. He had nobody to say it to, anyway.

Maybe that made him a bad man.

~~~

You had befriended Tess by chance. She frequented the same spots you did—speakeasies and back allies, surrounded by men she wanted nothing to do with.

At least you had that much in common with her.

Tess was older than you by maybe twenty years, and you knew nearly nothing about her. You knew her name, you knew what she did to get the extra rations she kept in her front pocket, and you knew she lived with Joel Miller. You had never pried about their relationship, and all you knew of Joel was that he was as gorgeous as his reputation was mean.

She had the tendency to be hot headed, there was no doubt that she could be rough, although you felt her fire was what drew you to her in the first place. Another person who had lost everything obviously wasn’t inaccessible, but it helped that she was one of the few women that you had seen around. When she had thrown a punch so hard it nearly shattered her hand, you grabbed her and walked her home while she stumbled along with you.

No matter how watered down the whiskey in the QZ was, enough of it would do the trick.

“You ok?” You grabbed her by the waist, catching her before she fell, distracted by the blood on her knuckles. You didn’t know if it was hers or the man whose bottom tooth she had loosened.

“Guys here are as bad as fucking raiders…” She mumbled, looking down at her feet. “Could’a walked home myself.” You knew she could’ve, but the thought of letting her stagger home by herself so close to curfew made you uneasy.

Some things never change.

“Didn’t want you to,” You kept walking, one stride ahead of her at all times. “Could’ve been dangerous.”

“They know not to fuck with me,” she was giggling now, and she looked almost girlish with her features softened. “Living with Miller has its perks.”

“Wouldn’t want your boyfriend having to exact revenge just cause I let you walk home drunk.”

“What?” Tess stopped walking.

“Aren’t—sorry, are you and Joel not—?”

Tess snorted, “Joel and I are not an item. I don’t, y’know. He’s not my type.” She had sobered almost instantly. “I like my partners…feminine.”

Oh. Oops.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. We get it a lot. Easy living with each other cause we’re the only two that know how to empathize with the other.” She started walking again, leaving you with space to catch up. You didn’t inquire further about what she meant, it wasn’t something anybody wanted to discuss, ever. Loss and death were everywhere, there was no need to reflect on past experiences. Especially with someone like Tess who, in all honesty, intimidated you mightily. You just jogged to meet her pace.

You followed her into the building, not that you could really explain why.

She had pushed the door open and motioned to you, silently telling you to come into what once could’ve been passed off as a $3,000/month studio apartment. She dropped her belongings on the kitchen table, getting two glasses and pouring watered-down sambuca into each one. You hated the taste, but appreciated that she seemed to genuinely want to spend time with you.

“You remember anything?” She prompted after finishing her drink.

“What?” You had barely touched yours. The anise flavored booze had a different burn than whiskey.

“Before.”

“I was little. I remember seeing Attack of the Clones. And that Scooby Doo movie.”

“I was in my thirties when those came out,” she laughed, “I fucking loved Scooby Doo.” You found yourself laughing along with her. She deadpanned after a moment, examining you.

“You’re still young. Not fair to you to have seen all that as a kid.”

“I guess. But I didn’t think episode two was all that bad.” You tried to laugh through the sudden solemnity. Tess rolled her eyes and smiled, shaking her head as she reached for the bottle to refill her glass.“But it’s not fair that anybody had to see any of that. Ever.” You could hardly call yourself eloquent, but she knew what you meant.

“What are you doing here?” She took smaller sips of her drink this time.

“Same thing as you.”

“Why?”

You didn’t know. “Gotta do something.”

She nodded, “I want you with me.”

“Tess, I’m flattered—I am, but I don’t, I mean—”

“I want you to work with me.” She smiled into her glass, amused by your flustered response.

Oh. Oops.

“Oh. I...mean, ok. Yeah, ok.”

The door opened and you turned toward it out of impulse. The man that was suddenly in front of you was Tess’s age, you guessed. Dark hair greying, sleeves of his denim shirt rolled up to his elbows, face…mean.

Joel Miller in the flesh.

“Joel.” Tess was stern.

“What’s this?” Joel’s voice sent a shiver down your spine. You realized you had never spoken to him, never been spoken to by him. You’d only ever gawked from across the room. You felt yourself straighten your posture.

“Business. New teammate.” Tess took another sip from her glass.

Joel walked across the room, grabbing the liquor bottle and taking a swig from it before placing it back into a cabinet. He looked at you, giving you the up-and-down from where he stood at the counter.

“No.” He turned, walking into the bedroom.

Wide-eyed with concern and embarrassment, you looked at Tess.

“Be here at nine tomorrow. PM.” She said, finishing her drink and getting up to take her place on the couch.

You let yourself out.

~~~

It was obvious when you arrived the following night that Joel was still irked by your presence. Also obvious was that Tess had made him swallow his pride. She gave you your instructions at the kitchen table while you nodded along. Joel was statuesque and showed no signs of emotion or consideration towards her words.

And when Tess had explained that it would be you and Joel and only you and Joel, your brows furrowed and he still hadn’t budged.

“I’ve gotta be here,” she dictated, words coming out slowly as though she was speaking to children, “Don’t need all of us gone, it’d be too much attention. I’ll cover.”

“I can cover.” You blurted out, suddenly nervous about being alone with Joel.

“No.” Joel spoke for the first time all night. You shrunk back into yourself and kept listening.

“—Into the sewer, out to the east, all we need is booze, maybe some pharmaceutical shit if you can grab any.”

You probed, “Pharmaceuticals?”

“For us.” Tess had finished giving you the rundown, getting up from the table and walking into the bedroom, leaving you alone with Joel.

Saying nothing, he immediately started towards the door, leaving you to follow.

~~~

Contrary to popular belief, the sewers were not your ideal hang out. No matter how many times you went down there, it took days to scrub the feel and smell off of your body. If Joel cared about the dank surrounding, he didn’t show it.

When you popped the grate to crawl out, he moved to lift you slightly, but that was the only interaction you’d had on your journey. You wanted to get this over with, desperately wanted to be back in the company of anybody you could converse with. You made quick work of collecting what you needed and making your way back into tunnels below. Joel hadn’t said a word since he had objected to you taking watch, and you didn’t know why that bothered you so much; plenty of people didn’t speak to you, and you relished in it. You could walk around the QZ and not a soul would approach you—it was safer that way. Easier, too. But Joel’s silence made your head spin almost as much as his voice did. You kept looking at the way his biceps flexed under his shirt, the stern look on his face and the scar on his right temple.

Despite his cold exterior, you felt at ease in his presence. Sure, his domineering attitude was somewhat troubling to you, but his lack of emotions made you feel less paranoid. You weren’t as preoccupied with looking over your shoulder as you would’ve been otherwise thanks to his presence, and the gun slung over his shoulder acted as additional reassurance. If anything were to happen, you doubted he’d have any trouble dealing with it.

Maybe the smell of the sewer was making you delirious. Or maybe you were experiencing a genuine attraction to him—not that you expected a man that wouldn’t speak to you to feel any sort carnal desire for you. Even so, you found your mind wandering on the route back to the QZ; you could imagine him smoking the cigarettes your grandfather used to buy, Marlboro reds that he kept in a silver case. The thought of a cigarette hanging between Joel’s lips made you shiver, though you tried to tell yourself you were just cold from the clammy tunnels. You tried to hide the curious looks you shot at him, the way you studied his hands and thought up reasons as to why they would be so calloused. It could’ve been from the work he did now, but the thought of him pre-outbreak, working with his hands in the heat, wiping the sweat that dripped down his forehead...

You heard a clang somewhere along the route. Looking up, you could make out a shadow growing larger, then smaller. An unmistakable clicking followed.

Perhaps it was due to the unexpected encounter, or the daydreams still playing in the back of your head, but you found yourself frozen. If you could think straight, it would be embarrassing, but every noise was deafening, and you could feel your heartbeat in your skull.

And then you were on the floor. Joel’s full weight pinning you down before he rose up again and two shots rang out. You tried your best to regain your composure, blinking rapidly and staring into nothing. Joel looked down at you, face painted with his routine grimace only inches away from your own.

“This,” he breathed heavily, voice frayed, “is why I said no.”

But he waited for you to get up and brush yourself off before he kept walking.

“You’re a fuckin’ amateur.” He continued homewards.

~~~

You went with Tess after that. Nobody gave you an explanation—you didn’t need one. You had fucked up, made more apparent by the dismay painted on Joel’s face at your continued appearances in the apartment. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, let alone speak to him, maybe attempt to apologize. He didn’t want to hear it; you knew as much as he did. You couldn’t even crawl back like a guilty dog with your tail between your legs, because you knew you’d just get swatted by the morning paper. And, worse, despite the obvious friction, Joel was constantly on your mind. It was humiliating that a man who never spoke to you could be the focal point of your private moments. You thought of his hands entirely too often, his name slipping out between hushed gasps in the darkness of your bedroom.

Your breaking point was the night you walked into the apartment, opening the door to barking laughter that ceased on his end the moment you crossed the threshold. It was purposeful, the way he drew his mouth into a frown as soon as your line of sight had connected. Scowling, his eyes followed you. You felt heat rise in your face and pool in your stomach.

You scowled back. You wouldn’t endure his attitude anymore.

It went on like that for weeks. You figured that if you got under his skin he’d crack, forcing him to interact with you on a higher level—even if it was shouting at you.

Joel Miller was a bad man, a mean man. You knew as well as anybody, and it pissed you off as much as it turned you on.

~~~

You had let yourself into the apartment, flipping through an old magazine to pass the time you spent waiting for Tess.

When the door opened, your gaze met Joel’s. You turned back to skimming a story about Ewan McGregor, brows furrowed as you internally questioned what had happened to him in all this.

You started the countdown for the game you were playing: Who would break first? You glanced up once or twice to see where Joel was, and he remained in the same spot in front of the doorway, dark eyes fixed on you. You crossed your legs.

“Tess isn’t here.” He spoke, and you stopped your countdown, congratulating yourself as tonight’s winner.

“I know.”

“She’s not coming.”

“I’m reading.” You turned the page, eager to read about who was dating who in August of 2000.

Joel stayed in his spot by the door before making his way to the liquor cabinet—which you had discovered were most of the cabinets in this house. He put a glass in front of you and sat across, a glass of his own in his hand as he leaned forward to put his weight on the table.

“Jared Leto and Cameron Diaz.” You mused. Joel tipped back his glass, glaring at you. “Do you ever wonder if any of these people are still out there somewhere?”

“No.”

“Imagine killing some infected schmuck and realizing it was Ryan Gosling.” You smiled, enjoying your one-sided conversation. “I’d feel kinda bad…”

“’Least you’d be puttin’ him out of his misery.”

You looked up, surveying Joel, trying to find a trace of anything that could’ve prompted his sudden embrace of your goading. “Uhuh,” you raised an eyebrow, “just don’t think I could do it.”

“You scared?”

“Of you?”

“Of surviving.”

“No. Just of an infected Ryan Gosling.” You put down the magazine. “What’s your problem, Miller?”

“What’s yours?”

“I don’t have a problem.”

“Then neither do I.” He got up to refill his glass, and you had déjà vu, recalling how Tess had sat you down at the table months earlier to invite you into their professional lives. She had been much friendlier even then than Joel ever was.

“You can’t fight for shit.” You turned to see Joel leaning against the counter, a bottle of whiskey in hand. You tried not to let your frustration at him show. “Hard to get good at this shit when you freeze at the first sign of trouble.”

“Shut up.” You brushed him off. You picked up the magazine again, trying to find your place.

“You know I’m right.” He drank from the bottle. For some reason you couldn’t stop yourself from standing up and facing him.

“What?”

“Y’know you can’t fight for shit. Couldn’t to save your own life. You know that. I know that. Why’d’ya think Tess always goes with you?” He put the bottle down and crossed his arms. Wrath boiled in your chest; you wanted to rationalize, tell yourself that he was mad you were winning the game he made you start playing so he opted to hit below the belt; but, Jesus, he had gotten you where it hurt. You had long prided yourself in having the ability to survive, taking care of yourself and doing whatever it took for you to see the next day. For him to waltz into the space you had found some form of comfort in, where Tess drank with and felt for you, to imply that you were a failure—just some fucking kid with a knife?

You put as much weight behind the punch you threw towards him as you could muster, aiming at for his face in the hopes that a black eye might help him register your dedication to staying alive. He barely moved, grabbing your wrist to stop any real strength your blow might’ve had.

“You can do better.” Joel provoked you further. You were breathing hard but not heavy, staring into the eyes of the man you wished you could see for the evil everybody said he was. “Do better.” He continued. You grabbed him by the collar, nose to nose; you could smell the liquor on his breath, and you were sure he could smell it on yours. You were far from drunk, and the seething anger sobered you more than a cold shower ever could.

So you had no excuse for kissing him, which is probably why it was a quick peck, testing the waters and feeling as though you owed it to yourself as much as to him to see if this was one-sided.

“That’s better.” He snaked an arm around your waist and cupped the opposite hand over the back of your head. You didn’t say a word, barely breathed at his response, before you attached yourself to him again. You forgot all about testing the waters and immediately dove in; you kissed him with an open mouth, tongue, teeth and all. He licked into you, pulling you in closer. He separated from you to speak.

“Bed.” Forever and always a man of few words. You stumbled over each other as he pulled you towards the bedroom, neither of you bothering to say anything else as you were pushed onto the bed. Joel straddled your chest, looking down at you and undoing his belt, brown eyes blown out with complete exasperation and lust.

“Y’been botherin’ me since day one,” he pulled his cock from the confines of his jeans, “bad fuckin’ attitude.” He stroked himself, still looking at you.

“Doesn’t seem to be bothering you now.” You taunted him, reaching up to wrap both hands around him and sitting up as best you could to lick across the tip of his cock. He pushed his hips forward and you took the initiative to swallow as much of him as you could; no small feat, considering his size. You managed half before you gagged. He just laughed.

“Gonna be quiet ‘round me, might as well put yourself to good use while you’re doin’ it.” He threw his head back as you licked circles over the head of his cock, hand working every inch you couldn’t push past your gag reflex. You made a noise in response to his words, though it was unclear if you meant it as an agreement or a rebuttal. You pulled yourself off of him, placing a kiss on the vein that ran up the underside of his cock. You looked up at Joel, content with your work, his breathing heavy. His hand came up to your jaw, prying your mouth open and sliding his thumb inside. You closed your lips around it and sucked, you heard him groan. He took his thumb out after a few more seconds.

“Open.” He placed his wet thumb on your chin. You opened wide, sticking out your tongue slightly, expecting him to give you his cock again. Instead, he spit directly into your mouth, before pressing on your lower jaw to force it closed. “Swallow.” You did as you were told. He shuffled himself further down your body, leaning down to kiss you, pushing his tongue between your lips before he continued moving downwards; he pulled the buttons of your flannel apart, kissing and sucking on the skin he revealed before licking over the burgeoning bruises. You thanked whatever God was out there that you had given up bras so long ago, as if it was all in anticipation of this moment. Joel’s mouth reached the waistband of your jeans, and he continued placing open mouthed kisses over your stomach as he undid your button and fly, pulling the fabric down your legs and revealing your panties. He bent forward into you, pressing his face into your clothed core, his nose and open mouth fanning hot breath across you.

“Need a good lay.” You weren’t sure if he was talking about you or himself, though he answered your silent question soon after; “That’ll keep you from bitchin’ over everythin’.” He licked a straight line over your folds, tasting the tangy wet that seeped through the fabric of your underwear. You let out a shrill whine when his tongue danced over your clit, and reached down to shed yourself of the final layer of clothing that covered your bottom half. He caught your wrist and pushed it aside. “No,” He looked up at you as he licked over you again, “been playin’ your fuckin’ game for weeks. S’my turn. Don’t get greedy, now.”

You moaned when he released your wrist from his grasp, only to begin rubbing circles over you. “Pl—ease, Joel!” You arched your back, lifting yourself up to him in an attempt to gain more friction.

“Say it again.”

“Please,” it was barely audible, “please, Joel. Please, please…” Your eyes were hooded as you begged for more. Either he was satisfied by your attempt or took pity on you for coming undone over practically nothing, but he slid the panties down your thighs and threw them over his shoulder. He admired your naked cunt, ghosting a finger over your slit and collecting what you’d already released. He leaned back down and attached his lips to your clit, pushing his finger into you and bending it upwards. You gasped, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging, earning a satisfied grunt from him. He rhythmically sucked your clit in time with the movements of his finger, adding another slowly and then increasing the pace. Over and over, he brushed the spongey spot inside of you that made you clench around him, tugging his hair tighter.

“Go—ing to, Joel, fuck! Joel—!” You were panting, fist gripping his hair.

“No.”

“Please!” You were trembling.

“No.” He was unforgiving, absolutely ruthless as he fucked his fingers into you faster, licking tight and fast over your clit. You were close to tears now, grabbing onto the pillow underneath you to stabilize yourself. You were sweating, and he was the one doing all the work, but, Christ, it took effort to hold off on cumming when he was knuckle deep in your pussy like that.

“Now.” He said, pushing up against the spot you needed him to touch most, sucking hard on your swollen clit. You all but yelled, body turning to jelly, your eyes screwed tight—all while Joel continued his ministrations. He stared at you open mouthed as you trembled. He slowed once you stopped shaking, sliding his fingers out of you and licking them clean.

“Still gonna act like a bitch now?” He peppered kisses over your thighs.

“F…fuck y—ou, Joel Miller.” You wheezed out. He laughed, standing up to remove his shirt and trousers.

“’F’I’d known you wanted it I’d’ve done it a month ago.” He crawled over you, pressing kisses into your neck.

“Fuck you.” You finally caught your breath, and he pushed himself up enough to meet you face to face. “You’re a bad person. Everybody in the QZ knows you’re a bad man.”

“Then why are you in my bed?” He was half sincere.

“You tell me.”

“Can see the way you look at me. Terrible at keepin’ secrets. ‘Nother reason you need someone to protect you out there.” He scoffed, and you pulled him down for a kiss. Though bruising in force, you were gentler with each other. Neither of you felt inclined to use teeth this time around.

Joel pushed himself up and onto his knees, sliding his cock over your clit and pushing his tip into you slightly. You whimpered, trying to wordlessly urge him to sink into you.

“Ask me.”

“Please.”

“More.”

“Please, Joel, need it…”

“Need what, sweet thing?” You closed your eyes, savoring the nickname as it rolled off his tongue.

“Need your cock. Joel, please, I need you to fu—” He cut you off with one sharp thrust, pushing his full length into you and bottoming out. You felt your eyes roll back in your head, and Joel brought a hand down to rest on the side of your face.

“Atta girl,” his mouth hung open as he began shallowly thrusting into you, “take it all, darlin’.”

You whined, hands scrambling to touch him wherever you could reach; his shoulders, his chest, his thigh if you stretched down a bit further. It only spurred him on.

“Fuckin’ pathetic.” He pushed his hips into yours, attempting to get even deeper inside of your warm, inviting pussy. “Been such a bitch with me ‘nd now you’re so eager, huh? Li’l slut, needed t’get fucked s’all?” All you could do was let out a wonton moan, loving how he stretched you. “Gonna be nice from now on?” You couldn’t respond, could only think the word no as he sped up, sliding all the way out and all the way back into your cunt. “Answer me, girl.”

“F—uck, n—no!” You stammered.

He brought a hand down harsh on your clit, pulling out so just the tip of his cock was seated shallowly inside of you. You squeezed around it. “Don’t be a bitch,” he spanked your pussy again, “tell me the truth.”

Tears pricked your eyes in frustration, and you nodded your head yes.

“Words.”

“Yes! I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, wo—won’t give you attitude, Joel, I—I won’t be such a bitch, I pr—omise.”

“I like you a li’l bitchy,” he slid his cock back into you, resuming the punishing pace, punching up into you. “Like my pretty li’l bitch. Like this tight fuckin’ pussy.” He flattened himself on top of you, chest pressing into yours with every breath he took and every rough shove of his cock against your cervix. The slight pain was worth the abounding pleasure. He reached under your midriff, sliding his hands between the flannel you still half-wore to meet your skin, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you into him further. You wrapped your own arms around his waist, completely lost in him.

“Y’needed this as much as I did,” he groaned into your ear, “tell me, sweet thing.”

“Needed—oh, fuck, I needed it.” You whispered against the skin of his shoulder. He managed to reach a hand down between you, fingers finding your clit. You buried your face into him, suddenly very aware of what was happening; your daydreams coming to fruition, winning the game in a manner leagues above what you had hoped for. The attention was staggering. The tears you had held back during his earlier taunting escaped, spilling over your cheeks and smudging into the sweat on Joel’s skin. It was overwhelming in the best way. Anxiety inducing in the worst.

“So good, being so—so fuckin’ good, darlin’.” He was getting sloppy with his thrusts, rhythm failing as he neared his own high. He pulled away from you, shifting positions to hold you so that you could be face to face. You couldn’t count how many times today you had found yourself staring at Joel Miller. “You’re so good.” A fully earnest sentiment, punctuated by every inch of his cock. “Want you to cum, need you to cum for me again.” He was practically begging, words coming out in moaned whispers. He kissed the tear streaks over your cheek and down to your lips, the wiry hair of his short mustache rubbing against your top lip in a manner that made your skin instantly sore, but it felt too good to be connected to him like this to complain at all. He continued his movements, fingers running over your clit at a heightened pace and cock throbbing inside of you. You squeezed around his cock, arms squeezing his torso, and you felt yourself coming undone.

“There you go. Feel you fuckin’ squeezin’ me. Gimme one more, sweetheart.” You were pushed over the edge, once again cumming for Joel Miller in a way you had only ever imagined. He held you tight, letting you wrap yourself around him while you came, whispering his name and tangling your fingers in his hair. He managed a few more deep thrusts before pulling out and spilling across your stomach, chanting your name. Your breathing was labored, and Joel admired how he had painted you with his spend.

He stood up, walking out of the room, and you felt the urge to cry again, feeling suddenly abandoned after something so new and intimate. But he walked back in with a threadbare towel, wiping down your stomach and the wet between your thighs. You were both silent as he finished cleaning you up. He exited once more to rid himself of the towel before reuniting with you in bed. He lay beside you for a moment before turning to hold you. You turned to face him.

“It’s a shame you wiped me clean. Wanted a taste.” You failed to keep your tone even and unbothered, the crack in your voice apparent as you tried your hand at humor.

“Next time.” You looked up to find him staring at you once again. His usual scowl replaced by something softer. You fell back into a semi-comfortable silence.

“I am a bad man.” He spread his fingers out between your shoulder blades.

“Joel—”

“I am,” the words came out harsher than he had meant them to, “I’ve done bad shit just to get by. It’s fuckin’ embarrassin’ to kill someone just to see another day of this. Bad’s an understatement.” He took a deep, shaky breath. “I’m hard on you cause I don’t want you gettin’ hurt. Don’t wanna be out with you if somethin’ happens. Don’t wanna be away from you if somethin’ happens. Wouldn’t be able to—”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know. S’fuckin’ awful. Shouldn’t have’ta fend for yourself.” He swallowed.

“Have to to survive, Joel. Made it this far.”

“No,” he countered, “shouldn’t have to survive. You should be livin’. Shouldn’t need’a run with a crowd like me ‘nd Tess.”

“Don’t you think we’re a little past that? I’d be doin’ the same thing even if I didn’t have you two to do it with.”

“I’ve seen how you freeze up.”

“I knew you’d be there.” You nearly snapped, astonished that after all this he was still hung up over the first run you did with him, despite the effortless shots he had taken. Even more astonished that he hadn’t realized that despite the external bitterness he had fashioned and the constant stream of “no” that left his mouth, you knew even then that he’d keep you protected. He looked away from you, and you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, trying to show him that for all your bite you were capable of being docile when the moment called for it.

“Shouldn’t wanna hang around bad people.” Joel’s eyes looked into the nothing of the distance as he muttered. “Shouldn’t have to risk everything just to do bad things.”

“Good men die, too, Joel,” You were firm, “I wanna be…” You trailed off. He looked back to you and traced a finger over your collar bone, admiring the marks that had formed from his kisses. “Wanna be around you. With you.” You saw a faint smile creep across his face.

“Not a good man?”

You scoffed, “Never a good man. Wouldn’t know how to handle me.” He laughed softly. You allowed his hands to roam over your body while you mirrored his movements, tracing your fingers over the scars that littered his chest. “Come with me on the next run.” You weren’t asking.

For the first time in 20-odd years, Joel was unable to say no.

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Heat of the Moment - One Night Passion

Cillian Murphy as J. Robert Oppenheimer x Female Reader NSFW 18+ only, One shot

Summary: You, a young psychology student and friend of Jean Tatlock, drink a little too much at a Communist gathering and find yourself falling for the esteemed Dr. Oppenheimer himself.

Word Count: 3,830

Warnings: Age gap, Cheating, Drunkenness, Loss of virginity, Unprotected sex, Smut with little plot

Disclaimer: this is ONLY intended to be based on Cillian Murphy's portrayal of Oppenheimer in the film and takes place before he marries Kitty, moves to Los Alamos, and the development of the Trinity Test bomb. NOT historically or scientifically accurate and not supposed to be in support of the real man's life actions at all. DNI if you are uncomfortable or take issue with this. It is purely for entertainment purposes, and it is fantasy/fiction!

The party was brimming with people, many being prominent due-payers of the Communist party and you met your friend Jean's eye across the room through the warm glow and haze of cigarettes. She was standing with a few men and one woman as you approached, noticing one well dressed man in particular who had his back to you and you felt your heart involuntarily stutter when he turned, his wide strikingly blue eyes on you intensely. You swallowed and then Jean introduced you and he simply nodded with an amicable smile before turning back to the others in their discussion huddle. You were at bit surprised at his dismissiveness, but didn't take it too personally as you drifted over to get a drink from the bar area. Holding a full cocktail glass, you casually observed the room, noticing at once how Dr. Oppenheimer had one of those magnetic personalities, as long as you were an intellectual (although he was a good enough speaker that he could capture the attention of the common man and likely even someone who knew absolutely nothing about physics), yet at the same time he tended to eclipse everyone else around him. They all seemed to orbit around him in a fashion and the longer the night drew on, you too found yourself drawn to his quiet charisma and you now were seeing what Jean saw in him. After an hour of drinking and mingling around in various conversations, you mustered up the nerve to approach his ring again and stood next to your friend with only a couple other people you didn't know chatting to him about his teaching at Berkeley. He glanced at you, his eyes lighting with more interest than the initial impression.

"Hello again, Miss Y/N. Excuse me," he told the others and moved, breaking their circle to focus on you alone.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked politely but without waiting for an answer, he went to personally make a martini himself and then pour it into a crystal glass, topping it with a slice of lime. You were empty handed at the moment, but neglected to tell him you'd already had two glasses of alcohol already. He gave the filled glass to you, his fingers brushing your wrist as he did and you thanked him as he leaned against the counter with his own drink that almost mirrored yours.

"It's my preferential recipe. Do you like it?" he asked curiously as you drank and decided it tasted a bit bitter and tangy, so you just raised your eyebrows and smiled assuredly with what you thought was a convincing nod, however, he must have seen otherwise.

"Too bitter, isn't it? I'm working on it; it would probably be better off with a dash of honey." He raised his glass and suddenly swapped it with yours, taking a sip and giving a satisfied expression.

"Hmm, right. I'll remedy it and I do apologize, I was actually just testing you there for your opinion. I'll have this one, you enjoy mine instead."

Unsure of whether you should be flattered or not, you drank his original and it was more appeasing of your sweet tooth, and then he proceeded to ask you about what you were currently studying and how long you knew Jean.

You gave him simple answers at first, feeling a bit shy and guarded compared to the spotlight he projected. He was far from being a loud, obnoxious man but he wasn't timid in the slightest when it came knowledge and he gave off an air of aloofness and professionalism that slowly broke the more you opened up about psychology and politics while making it clear to him you considered yourself a somewhat free spirit trying to make your way in a predominantly male run world. It was refreshing to you that he actually sincerely listened and wasn't too condescending like other men you had encountered in the field.

"Interesting. Have you considered applying that to a career for the future, I assume you are aiming for a psychology degree? Or is it a base point to advance you into becoming a psychiatrist? I'm sure you would be able use medicine in addition to your Freudian theories to mitigate such deep mental issues."

"Well, to tell you the truth, I'm only my second year in for psychology and I doubt my father will pay for addition schooling on top of that, but theoretically yes, I would love to. It's my passion and I have a prudent desire to assist others, not just study them under a detached microscopic lens, so to speak. I want to help people understand who they are and I myself want to understand why their brains work the way that they do. And if some disorders could be cured with certain drugs when all else fails, I would consider that a great accomplishment for humanitarian progress."

"That certainly is a valuable asset, to understand one's self, and especially in this rapidly complicated changing world and the more we have a stronger grasp of the human mind, the better off we will be I suppose. But remember, to know is to do. Theory will only take you so far."

You nodded, soaking that in and taking an ample sip from the drink, which was spurring you on in confidence, so you began to ramble on about the damaging psychological impacts of war before jumping to the effects of practical versus ideological Communism on modern society... at least until a young man interrupted, joining the two of you for a while and you let Oppenheimer divert his attention to him instead as they delved into more physics, which you honestly only had a basic understanding of. You drained down the rest of the martini, refilling it with a simple gin instead to sip more than you should and you definitely were feeling tipsy as the evening wore on to a close, hovering by Oppenheimer's side constantly and perhaps even unconsciously flirting while ignoring Jean's stares from several feet away. He wasn't paying attention at the moment, so you turned to set down your empty glass, but stumbled into a stool on the way. You spun around, feeling Dr. Oppenheimer place a hand on your shoulder, steadying you.

"Perhaps you should retire for the night," he advised softly, close to your ear.

"No… I'm fine," you insisted, the heat rising to your cheeks as he took your shaky hand and you caught Jean giving you one last glare before she disappeared into a murky corner of the room. You looked back to him staring at you concernedly and you blinked as he spoke quietly.

"There, now where are you staying? Surely it can't be far, I'll take you home."

"N-No, my apartment's the next town over and you don't have to, I-I think I'll be okay..." you stammered absurdly and wavered on your feet, not the least bit sober. He changed direction, pivoting to catch you under your arms, and propping you up straighter.

"I believe there is a spare bedroom upstairs, I'll take you to it." Without another word, he led you out of the room and tottering up creaky stairs that led to an upper floor. A few doors down, he took you into an empty small stuffy room with a single queen bed. As you collapsed onto it, sighing deeply after a hiccup, he brushed aside the beige curtains and opened the window, letting the cool night air flicker through.

"Stay here, I'll be right back with some water," he said and exited for a few minutes, coming back shortly with two glasses of water in his hands, one for himself that he took a careful gulp from and you found yourself wondering if his mouth was dry or if he could be nervous. You accepted your cold glass and drank, washing down the strong mix of cocktails and gin taste from your tongue.

"A bit better?" he asked kindly, getting a nod in return as he took the glass from you and set it down on the bedside table next to his own. You watched as he stepped over and stood in front of the window, rustling the curtains. He stayed still there for a while in a pondering pose, smoking and staring out at the street below, presumably lost in thought as he often was. You made a sort of groaning noise and he turned, hand on his hip with a raise of his eyebrows.

"Are you going to be sick? Should I call for someone?"

"No!" you gasped, sitting up with a swirl of the room as he strode over to the door. You did not need your parents to find out about this, especially your father.

"Wait - Please don't leave," you begged and he hesitantly came over, abandoning his cigarette in the ash tray on the nightstand next to the glasses of water and sitting down, getting a good look at your bloodshot eyes and tousled hair, a few strands obscuring your vision. He gently took his hand and wiped the hairs off to the side of your face, his touch on your flushed cheek sending shivers up your spine. He leaned back, putting his hands on his knees and you let out a shaky breath, trying to reorient.

"Have you ever drank before?" he inquired knowingly and you laughed weakly.

"Of course I have."

"I'm afraid that you overdid it this time or otherwise you must have a low tolerance. I only offered you one drink after all." He held up his right hand, splaying his fingers apart.

"How many do you see?" he asked seriously and you only giggled, pushing his hand down.

"Five, maybe six? I feel finnee."

He shook his head, maybe amused, and you had the impulse to climb onto his lap, so you began to slide over, swinging your legs and scooting halfway onto his lap, making him blink in surprise and gasp slightly.

"What are you…?"

You shushed him and wrapped your arms seductively around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder with your ruby lips inches from his neck. He put his hand on your back uneasily and you whispered in his ear.

"Could you carry me to the bathroom?"

"I can't - What? Why?"

"I might be sick."

He pushed away, letting you slip off his slender body and sitting back onto the sheets with a light laugh.

"I think you should lie down again," he said firmly and you flumped your head onto the pillows, your face burning as he stood up, moving around to tug your feet out of your heels and then his hand caught, wrapping his fingers around your ankle and sending a sensation up your legs. You tilted forward, reading his oddly grim expression.

"What is it?"

"I should leave," he murmured, tossing the shoes to the floor and removing his hand reluctantly.

"You don't have to," you told him earnestly, struggling to grasp for him as he stayed at the end of the bed.

"You aren't in a normal state of mind, I'm afraid."

"Are you?"

"Not as much as I should be," he admitted with a sigh, knowing it would be inappropriate to sleep with Jean's friend that he had just met and it was unknown if you had a boyfriend or not.

"Well, I doon't caaare…" you slurred out and he went to sit on the bed next to you as you shifted, sitting up with your elbows. Dr. Oppenheimer gazed fondly and then you both began to instinctively lean into each other, his nose meeting yours and he tilted his head, giving you the incentive to lock lips and slide your tongue into his mouth, letting him reciprocate slowly until both parties pulled away, you panting excitedly.

This seemed to cause a chain reaction that had him scooting over closely so he was fully on the bed, loping his arms around at your back and you tugged at his black tie, wrestling with undoing it as he let go of you to shrug off his suit jacket and discard it, his breathing quickening. He slipped off his shoes and socks, dropping them over the bed with a clump before his fingers found the zipper on the back of your dress and he fumbled, forcing it down and letting it pool off your body to the sheets, running a hand over your bare skin. Pausing slightly with his hands nearing to unfastening your bra, he murmured urgently.

"Don't tell Jean about this."

"But she's my friend," you protested loudly and he put a finger to your lips with a 'shh' that made your heart palpitate.

"I don't want her to find out the hard way."

"She… She'll figure it out, right?"

"She may, but I don't want it to come from you. This is all my doing, I'll take the responsibility for my own actions, do you understand?"

"Oh yes, I do Mister J. Robert 'Oppie' Oppenheimer… What's the J stand for anyway?"

"Nothing important," he replied shortly and you reached to feel his bottom lip, smiling in curiosity.

"C'mon, tell me. Is it John, James, Joe...?"

He shook his head, closing his eyes and you laughed, tracing his defined cheekbones with your fingers.

"It's Julius," he admitted almost sheepishly and you cocked your head, cupping his chin.

"As in Julius Caesar?"

He wet his lips, the corners of his mouth twitching in annoyed amusement.

"Et tu, Miss Y/N?" He paused for a fraction of a second with a light sigh.

"Just call me Robert," he then told you and leaned in to kiss you again, caressing the sides of your face as he did so and you eagerly wound your tongue with his, passionately pressing into his face. He smelled heady; smoky and of aftershave mixed with some brand of cologne, not overpowering but enough to be noticed and mildly sting your nostrils when you went to mouth his neck.

He moved to hover over you, hands grazing your nearly naked body. You let him take the bra and he flung it over his shoulder to the floor and all that was left was your panties. You unbuttoned his light blue dress shirt and opened it up, stroking the light hairs on his chest as he fingered your panties, the last barrier to whatever was going to come into effect. Robert ran a single finger up along your abdomen and past to one of your breasts, circling the nipple and it hardened substantially at the stimulation, which he transferred over to the other one, teasingly fingering back and forth before he sank his face into your chest, his tongue trailing where his fingers had been and you whined, letting the budding arousal take you higher. Then he retracted his mouth, moving back and going to himself, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, popping them open to reveal boxers concealing his burgeoning, bulging cock with tightening testicles. He wriggled out of his pants, kicking them away to hang off the side of the bed and he leaned over, coming to hover on top of you and you felt the pressing of the underwear fabric hiding his growing penis, and you felt inclined to slide your hands down to grope it, fingers yanking at the band around his waist.

"Go ahead, take it," he encouraged and you pulled the boxers down, seeing he was already dripping with precum and your breath came in pants, anxious to feel him, but the rational part of your alcohol tainted brain was reminding you that you'd never taken it this far with a man before. He shifted, supporting himself by pressing his palms to the cream colored plump pillow behind your head and immediately settling over to align. You felt him trying to enter, your clitoris throbbing with anticipation, but he wasn't successful at first of getting in.

"God, you are too tight," he muttered and you froze, staring up at him as Robert now realized the exact nature of you.

"First time ever?" he asked with trepidation and you nodded somewhat shamefully, embarrassed. It wasn't like you hadn't been with men before, but this was the first for it to get this far with full-on penetration. He closed his eyes for a second, controlling his patience for he wanted so desperately to come inside of you, but he had to ask.

"How old are you?"

"I - Is that important?"

"Just please tell me you're at least 21 and don't lie about it."

"Yes, I'm over 21."

"Alright. Well, there's a first time for everything. I'll go slower."

He shimmied down your naked body until his head was at your vagina and he put his hands up on your stomach, massaging vigorously into your skin, eliciting a tiny happy moan. You never felt this aroused around anyone before and just his hands on any part of your body was pleasurable, so you hoisted your hips up to meet his touch. But then he stopped abruptly, displaying two fingers and you squinted, body aching for more.

"How many I am holding up now?" he asked and a delirious giggle erupted from you.

"T-Two."

"Correct," he praised and promptly slid them up into your moist entry, causing you to cringe painfully and make a noise that made you clamp your own hand over your mouth, afraid the people downstairs might hear.

"How is that? Okay?" he asked in a hushed voice, anxious to go further and you just nodded, taking deep breaths.

You were now getting so wet and he started pumping his fingers in and out, eventually gaining traction with three in and you were whimpering and moaning, so close to orgasming when he pulled them all out and sat back on his haunches, his tongue flicking across his lips in a kind of hunger.

"Don't stop," you pleaded and Robert's eyes were dilated with desire as he came down, burrowing his head in-between your thighs, gripping your legs and kissing your pussy before lifting his head and looking at you squarely.

"Oh, I won't."

Without further ado, he repositioned himself over you and slowly pushed in, his cock breaking at your walls. You moaned, the pleasure outweighing the sharp pain and you clenched around his shaft, letting him penetrate as far as he could go into your core. Within moments, you let the orgasm ripple through you as he kept at it, coming to his own climax that wasn't going to be outside of you.

"Fuck, this feels good..." you breathed, rubbing your palms on Robert's short cut dark hair and he couldn't hold back any longer... exploding with his own euphoria, emitting a primal grunt that became a loud gasp. He pulled out wetly a few moments later, shuddering from the exertion and you reeled in what had just happened. You just had intercourse with this brilliant man… Oh God. And you didn't want it to stop; you weren't done yet.

You rolled over so you were on top of his body now and you carefully settled down so you were sitting on his upright swollen cock and the rubbing of it against your clit was making you close to orgasming for the second time.

"Stop," he gasped suddenly, trying to push you away.

"W-Why?"

"That's how she does it." He frowned, licking his lips and you didn't have to ask to know who he was talking about.

"Do you… like it?"

"Yes, of course, but-"

"Then I'm doing it, it feels good for me too," you told him with no arguments allowed and both of you began to rock back and forth, his still hardened dick pushing up against your vagina. He thrusted in again and you groaned, quivering.

"Oh, good girl," he whispered and you almost lost it at the tone of his slightly husky voice. You certainly never got that from the few men you'd courted briefly that had turned out to be too immature or pigheaded. This man actually felt like a real decent, more experienced man.

"Robert...!" you squealed, letting the boom of climaxing implode inside of you. You leaned back, letting him slide out and you gripped his slick dick mixed with fluids from both you and him, your nails very gently stroking it as he smiled, throwing his head back against the pillow in relaxation and pure joy.

You orgasmed a couple more times after that, each nearly as strong as the last which was new to you. What the hell was it about Robert that made your libido go off the charts?

Finally the two of you collapsed back together, staring up at the ceiling above in ecstasy. His chest was rising and falling in rhythm with yours and gradually your body cooled down, though your face still felt hot and a dull headache was coming on, but the night breeze from the window was making goosebumps pepper up on your skin.

"Cold?" Robert asked softly, noticing.

"Mm-hmm."

He sat up and grabbed his wrinkled boxers before deftly swinging a leg out of bed, getting up to the floor and yanking them back on. He also hastily snatched up his pants and slid back into them, not bothering to zip or buckle as he went over to the window and peered out once more at the street, then firmly shut it, closing the curtains securely and heading back over to the bed, lifting a corner of the sheets up and crawling in next to your bare body.

You scooted under the sheets and cuddled into his slim side, playfully fiddling with a button on his open shirt and letting him wrap an arm around you as you dozed off, listening to the faint ticking of his wristwatch, feeling utterly fucked out and exhausted. He fought his own fatigue, considering getting up and leaving you in case someone found the two of you up here, lest it be Jean, but you felt so cozy and close, he couldn't bear to disconnect and leave you alone for the night.

He wasn't entirely sure what would become of this drunken rendezvous encounter that you may not remember entirely, knowing very well it was likely he may never find himself loving you like this again. He loved Jean, he very much did, but he wondered if you would accept his flowers as easily as you had accepted his sex? Jean was most definitely a complicated, intelligent woman and he wasn't sure if you were in the same vein as her, but it wouldn't surprise him if you were. Was he drawn to any other type, really? Women were fascinating to explore, a close second to the hidden world of quantum physics.

Robert studied your pretty sleeping features in the dim lighting and then closed his eyes, letting the orange aura of the room drift the both of you away far off into nothingness…

(Thanks for reading and if you really liked this, please let me know! I'm rather new to Cillian Murphy and not well versed at all in writing one of his characters with smut, but there was just something I found so attractively compelling about him as Oppenheimer especially, so maybe this is a bit self-indulgent, but he's such a great actor that is also very sexy of course.❤️)

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silverskye13 · 1 year

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💫💝💞

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

I have two favorite types of comments.

"OP I am doing you physical harm for the emotional distress you've caused me / biting you biting you biting y--"

[My favorite variation of this is when one of the major characters died in Casting Rain, in which the comment said only "Respectfully, fuck you." I think I laughed for 20 minutes straight.]

And

"Here is an in depth analysis of all the little details, nuances, and foreshadowing you put into this story, intentionally or otherwise. Here are all my theories on where those details are going to take us, right or wrong." I reread those over and over and over again, smiling and giggling like a small child. Oh people pay attention? They pay attention to the stupid little details I put in there? Oh! Joy! Joy for author for 10000 years!

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Hound's Tooth. I thought no one would read it / it would be too angsty or OOC for people to find it enjoyable. Instead I got a lot of comments from people saying it made them think deeply about their own past traumas, gave them the words to describe their own conflicted feelings, and helped them think about body dysphoria in a different way. I was very surprised. Also there was a really nice commenter who talked about their coclear(?) implants [the story had a lot of themes about body dysphoria around Doc's prosthetics] and how they dealt with the dysphoria around that, which was an experience I hadn't even hoped to touch on realistically but it was lovely to have someone comment specifically to say I had and they had enjoyed it.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

W... Worldbuilding. Worldbuilding? Worldbuilding. Aside from it just being wildly fun to create workable universes for your characters to play in, worldbuilding helps inform character development so much. If the world is at war, how different characters handle the stress tells you bits about their personality. The social norms they ignore tell you what they find important. When you switch POVs, how they talk about their environment in contrast to how somebody else does gives them so much life, makes them feel more real. Also, you can fit so much symbolism into worldbuilding.

Knight character who fights in an arena, but noticeably wears his helmet all the time when no one else does -> he's hiding something

Elemental character who thinks it's nerve-wracking that someone isn't treating him like a weapon -> the world expects him to be dangerous

Werewolf character who struggles a lot with hiding what he is -> the world didn't always require him to, and something has changed to make it so it does

The mirror is smashed in a missing person's home, and the last image he drew was his own face -> there was something important in his reflection, possibly something he mourned

Real Fic Writer Asks

#ninvic-art #real fic writer asks #answering asks

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imagine-silk · 9 months

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Could I request a imagine/headcanon/whatever you are willing, on non Sole reader who is a synth and either escaped the institute somehow, and ends up finding Hancock or stumbling upon good neighbor. He quickly gains a liking for them and looks out for them, teaching them about the current world as they were created in the institute with no memories before. Eventually, maybe romance? A synth and a ghoul!

》Love it.

Nine years, of being together indulging in the parties and bars, in the people, your people. Rolling in sheets and waking up to yellow light. Drinking and smoking, helping through bad trips. Once in a while one of you leaves and the other will wait or leave on another thing. It's just life and it's everything.

You know him inside and out. You know how he became a ghoul and how he wouldn't trade it because leads to where he is, helping the people, having his friends and family, his lover. You know he doesn't have a sweet tooth and hates fancylads. You know he'd give you every atom he has to love you.

He knows you inside and out. He knows how much your lack in memory haunts you, how much you want to know who you were as much as he told you you already were. He knows you like jet and hate psycho. He knows you would fight the entire Commonwealth to keep him safe, and he knows you would win.

Nine years of laying in the bed you were laying in now, basking in afterglow. "Just so you know, I missed one."

Hancock rolled over to lay on his side and gave you a lazy smile. "What did you miss?"

You put your hand on his waist and drew shapes, looking at him with a fond smile, "I love you."

"You said that a lot." He laughed.

"I needed to say it one more time."

He batted away your hand and moved to be on top of you. "I think I need to hear it a few more times." Leaning down and kissing you long and lazy.

It made you laugh and mumble against his lips, "I love you... I love... you... love you,"

How long you were there was not important. Never is. So when he pulled away he looked down he saw you and laughed, "You're so beautiful."

"Oh, still after all this time." You tease.

"You look," His eyebrows knitted. "Like the first day I met you." It was a weird way to say it but his face said it was because something he realized. You had never thought about it, no one wants to get old, but now it hit you like a bus. "You look exactly like the day I met you."

The rest of the day you both were a bit out of it because you both knew, just refused to say it. Others noticed and neither of you answered them, it was nothing. How could he say something? It seemed like you were tailor made for him so maybe that was true. How could you say anything? You could be a spy and no one would know, you don't know. And that happened the next day and the next until Hancock cornered you in the bedroom and you had an argument. "It doesn't matter."

You looked at him wary. "Of course it does. I might be- not safe."

"Please, I'm not going to let you leave."

"You've never done that and you never will." You always know when he was bluffing, you just wished this was a game of poker.

"You're not dangerous. If you were I think you would have killed us. How many time have you saved us, or just me? The raiders and mutants had almost done it and how many times have you been the reason we lived through those?"

"That's all the more reason I'm dangerous. Think about the damage I could cause if someone got into my brain. I want you safe."

"And I need you with me to do that." In his frustration he lunged forward and kissed you. You pushed him away and his face scrunched up. He couldn't shed tears but he was crying, sobbing. "Just stop talking. You're not going to hurt me and no one will ever to get you. There's nothing in this world that can change that."

"That's not true."

"Then let's pretend it is." He let go of you and sunk to the floor his arm hugging himself in. His crying was dry and hurt in a million ways. You wanted to leave, it was the most responsible thing to do. You swore to protect him and staying with him could be something bad, that he would always be unsafe. But he was begging for something you wanted, that could be bad. So from then on it didn't matter.

#fallout 4 #fallout x reader #ask and you shall receive #gender neutral reader #hancock #angsty #angst

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batfam-my-beloved · 2 years

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Peak Batfam Character Design Headcannons

Bruce Wayne

• Jewish/Japanese/English (Idk where I saw it but someone drew Martha and Thomas Wayne and headcannon Martha as a Jewish Polish immigrant and Thomas as half Japanese half English and I really really love that headcannon) [Edit: it was @not-another-robin ]

• Stubbly scratchy

• Thicc thighs (save lives 🙏🥵)

• Under bite

• Scars all over

• Sharp features/high cheek bones

• 5ft 5in (we support a short king 🙌)

• Wide set sholders/back muscles of the ✨️gods✨️

• Has a scar right that goes through his left brow

• Pierced ears that he got when he was a teenager and going through his "goth" faze (let's be honest it still hasn't ended)

• Mainly sticks to wearing classic black/diamond studs

• Secretly misses his long dangling edgy earings

• Panromantic demisexual

• Autistic /OCD/PTSD

• Pls let him ramble about his special interests 🥺👉👈

• Romanian descent

Dick Grayson

• Built but lean

• Very flexible

• Lovely tan skin

• Cute dimples

• The prettiest dark blue eyes you ever did see

• ✨️Nice ass✨️ (obviously)

• Long leggedy legs

• Floofy mullet hair

• Tall boi 6ft 3in (exactly 1 whole inch taller than Jason and it infuriates him 😋)

• He had to get braces at one point and it was the worst time of his life (drama queen 🤭)

• Low key a fuck boi

• He still sweet tho 😘

• His stomach is an endless black hole

• This ain't no lie this boi is bi bi bi

• Adhd go brr 💨

Jason Todd

• Latino Jason for the win baby! Specifically Mexican because I'm projecting 😋

• Built like a shit brick house

• Sturdy but soft like a weight lifter

• No six pack only tum tum 😤

• 6ft 2in (1 inch shorter then Dick and hates it 🤣)

• Stubbly scratchy (like his dad 🥺)

• Thicc thighs that can crush heads (also like his dad 😅)

• Also is riddled with scars as well, mainly bullet wounds

• End the debate: he has heterochromia one blue and one green eye

• Crooked nose from constantly being broken

• J scar on the cheek (do NOT mention it)

• His eye sight is shit but he refuses to get glasses

• He caved once started have trouble reading without getting a headache 🤓

• Panromantic asexual

• PTSD cuz this boi gots ✨️trauma✨️

Tim Drake

• Vietnamese/Irish (cuz I said so 😤)

• Long lean Built

• Floppy hair with a middle part

• Tooth gap ❤️

• Has one (1) singular dimple on his right cheek

• When not on the clock as Robin he is clumsy and always covered in bandages

• Scraped knees and elbows

• Cuz he was a Skater boi and said no I ain't wearing a helmet

• ✨️Skater boi aesthetic✨️

• Also a gamer boi

• Yes he got the cat ear headphones 🐈 😻 🐈‍⬛️

• His eye sight turns to shit over time cuz he's always on the computer

• Yes he got the hipster glasses 🤓

• Bi disaster

• OCD go brr 💨

Damian Wayne

• Arabic

• Lean muscle like an MMA fighter

• Hopes to hit a growth spurt soon but he will still end up short just like his daddy 😈

• Lovely dark skin

• Very sharp features (like his dad)

• Beautiful green eyes (like his mom)

• Long slender nose

• Teeth and ears are slightly pointed due to his demon blood

• Under bite (it's genetic at this point 😋)

• Neat clipped spiky hair

• Prides himself in not having as many scars as the rest (sign of strength in combat)

• Nonbinary/Gender Queer

• Asperger's Syndrome

• His special interests are anime, animals, and swords

Cassandra Cain

• Chinese decent

• Ballerina body with a bit more muscle around the arms

• Ballerina feet (they hurt 🥺)

• Nice olive skin

• Cute round face

• Hands have lots of little scars and bruises

• Selective mute

• ASL and Chinese sign language✌️

• Bob hair cut with an under cut

• Wanted to peirce her ears when she saw that Bruce had his pierced

• They get matching earings ❤️

• Pan 💖💛💙

• Joining Jason in the PTSD and trauma club 😗✌️

Stephanie Brown

• Hungarian decent

• More square around the shoulders

• Stacked like a classic boxer

• 3 ears piercings on each ear

• Dirty blond hair reaches a little passed her shoulder blades

• Also has had braces at one point

• Nail polish is always chipped

• Has fought several people at 3am behind a Waffle house

• Bi icon

• Low key has anger issues but is going to therapy for that now 😗✌️

Duke Thomas

• African American

• Classic athletic build (like dorito)

• Large thick hands (so that he may hold the people he loves 🥺❤️)

• Square jaw line but also soft around the edges

• Short clipped hair with his little zig zaggies shaved on the side, sometimes he changes up the design when he feels daring 😘

• Ears stick out a little (very cute 😍)

• Also has pierced ear that he's had since he was 8yrs

• He to gets a matching set with Bruce and Cass ❤️

• Over bite

• He is an ally and very supportive 💕

• His lips are chapped cuz our boi gots ✨️Anxiety✨️ and is always chewing on them

#batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #dc comics #jason todd #tim drake #batfam #damian wayne #dc #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain

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after a short yet unplanned break, the aus are back! And with that so are the daily thoughts, since we missed a few days below you will a thought for each au and even the ones that we have been developing (such as Mat and Gabe’s sister and Will x Junior!) oh and all of these are at random points within timelines…

Cole and Darcy: Rowden is TERRIFIED of Youppi! Like this happy child won’t stop crying the moment he sees that mascot

Jack and Kennedy: she gets to month six of the pregnancy and is still avoiding him but when she heard that he went and had surgery she wonders if she should invite him over to talk.

Elias and Gracie: Gracie got a busted lip in the game and Elias straight up went a bit bat shit about how the preds player put his hands on Elias’ girl.

Willy and Matilda: with him not being fit for game Matilda is trying to nurse him back to health through love.

Trevor and Blair: Trevor has finally accepted that Blair will love him if he was a worm. But now Blake wants to know if she would love him too. Blair now wants to change all of Trevor’s original answers to “would feed you to the birds”

Jeremy and Adelia: when the wags got their jackets Adelia wasn’t at the picture because she was working but then she thought she was forgotten until Moa pulled it out of her bag forgetting to give it to her.

Matt and Sydney: Sydney made a deal with Matt that for every game in the playoffs that he ended up back in the box that he wouldn’t get any kind of sex time until after the next game. She wants her brothers and parents to see him be more well behaved, but that’s not working too well…

Sidney and Camille: this woman is so excited to go tour around Czechia and when their daughter (I decided we give them a girl but if you guys think otherwise then let me know) is born she loves getting to take quiet walks around the city with her in Camilles arms.

Gabe and Jamie: Jamie got hurt in the second game and lost another tooth, but she scored another goal. So Jamie was definitely on FaceTime with Gabe asking if she was still pretty. Gabe remembered what it was like in Sweden.

Mat and Gabe’s sister: this one is more of a thought in general but I like the idea of her being a doctor. Mat was literally going through ALL the stages of grief though when he realised that she was Gabe’s sister (have we named her yet?)

Cutter and Lillian: Cutters family are so beyond pissed off that he hurt Lillian. Cutter had to tell them that he wasn’t going to her lake house that summer and therefore was going to come home.

Ryan and Ava: Layla has been laying between her parents as she crawls around the bed and Ryan is calling everyone to tell them how smart his daughter is.

Will and Bailey: Max is ready for the summer and to kick his little feet up at Lillians lakehouse because now he wants to see her new boat

Drew and Erin: Erin and Drew have been spending most of their time at Lillian’s apartment making sure that she is okay.

Jacob and Ivy: Ivy is teaching Jacob different points within figure skating and honestly she’s never found him funnier in her life.

Ethan and Astrid: Astrid got to shave his beard today and she’s never been happier.

Luca and Aspen: Aspen and Sabrina were talking about how cute Gavin and Marisa would be and now Luca would like to return Aspen and Vivi because Vivi says she misses her uncle Gav.

Rutger and Emmy: Emmy has spent her weekend explaining to Rutger why they are on Lillian’s side in the break up.

Gavin and Marisa: Marisa got irritated because a girl kept on flirting with Gavin when they were still sleeping together so Marisa made sure that when he was gone for a week that he had his favourite pair of her panties and a Polaroid of them together in his bag. This man shares a room with Adam…

Nick and Fran: they are currently arguing over if they should get a cat or a dog. The boys are having to remind them of the time they looked after someone’s goldfish and killed it, they had it for two days…

Jacob and Emma: Emma got released from hospital and ended up spending a night back in her parents place which meant that she and Jack ended up catching up on life. She let it slip that she was in love with Jacob. But of course Jacob hasn’t been sleeping thinking that it was he who put her back in the hospital.

Seamus and Liana: Leigh has a new duck towel when she is done in her baths and Seamus doesn’t know what is cuter, his child or Liana’s excitement that it fits.

Jimmy and Tate: Tate went home for a couple of days without him and swore it was torture. Like this man had to go wait for her arrival because she was on the phone with him 24/7

Mark and Abigail: Abigail has been clingy all weekend after she got sick and Mark was lapping it up literally living for every single moment of it!

John and Maya: Auggie is getting to see his hometown for the first time and it makes John so happy seeing his girls get accepted by his family.

Umich Throuple: Because Lucie was gone they spent the weekend in Ella’s dorm.

Steve and Lucie: Lucie made a mini road trip to see Steve and got to spend the weekend with him in his new apartment!

Will and Junior: when they eventually talk their shit out Will is so worried because she is so drunk and ends up staying with her to make sure she doesn’t do something stupid, but instead she wakes up forgetting they spoke.

Luke and Allie: Allie has booked her and the girls flights to Czechia and has her letter of transfer printed and ready to give to Luke! But for now whilst she finishes off the year he is in Michigan getting to spend time with the twins and sometimes take them to see their mom after lectures.

Quinn and Rouge: They had their first kiss after game one in the playoffs because he thought she needed to be rewarded for her goal.

Cole and Parker: Parker wants a dog, Cole said no. Parker is not very impressed right now.

Nick and Scottie: they have finally started talking to each other and have accepted that they are not doing okay and therefore want to go into some kid of therapy.

Adam and Sabrina: Sabrina has a mini tour this summer and Adam is gonna come with her now that they soft launched her album with a picture of his hand in hers!

Jack and Mila: soaking up the love and attention of their new born boy

Luke and Isabel: Isabel is ready to go to Prague because her and Blair have already decided on so many things to do together and Blair hasfound a new little sister through it.

Nico and Bianca: Bianca is trying to convince Nico to tell her where Timo lives so she can go irritate him, she has stopped crying this pregnancy, but now she wants a good laugh and knows that an injured Timo will do it for her.

Timo and Julie: Timo misses being able to call Bianca fat and wants Nico to bring her over

Philly Throuple: trying to decide where to go for the break together!

Matthew and Lilah: they just got their license to foster!

#ambers daily au thoughts!

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harmonyindark245 · 2 years

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ONE LAST TIME [Chapter 1]

Summary - Elain and Azriel have known each other since they were 11 and had never been separated. But when their view for their future no longer matches, things break apart between them, causing a rift which had never been fixed. Elain goes on to become a neurosurgeon, while Azriel works for the deadlier part of the community. Ten years later, their lives get entangled as they cross paths, this time stakes much greater than just their hearts.

An: All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

Warnings: Mature language, violence, alcohol consumption, smoking, drugs

Hope you all enjoy!

Masterlist

Songs:

We Don’t Talk Anymore - Charlie Puth Ft. Selena Gomez Numb - Linkin Park Outlaw - Selena Gomez and the Scene

“And the award goes to… Taylor Swift!” Elain jumped up from her seat as she heard the announcement. “YES! She exclaimed, happy that her favorite singer got awarded. In all her excitement, her feet got tangled up in between her throw blanket and she tripped, landing on her couch with a thump.

A high pitched chuckle drew her attention towards the corner of the room. She gasped dramatically as she saw her nine year old son laughing at her.

“Daemon! What are you doing up this late?” She asked as she stood up, untangling herself from the blanket.

Her son smiled back at her, one tooth missing. “I was waiting for you to come back home, but I guess I fell asleep. Then I heard you chanting Taylor Swift and I woke up.” Elain smiled sheepishly at her son.

“Well, I’m sorry for waking you up with my racket. But why were you waiting for me?” She moved towards him, taking in his disheveled hair and wrinkled pajamas.

“Because, I learned how to make my own tie! So now I can go to the party with you and Graysen!” His eyes were bright with hope as he said those words.

Elain held back a sigh. She had forgotten all about the ball that was taking place the day after. Her fiance, Graysen, worked under his father who was the CEO of a multimillion dollar company. The ball was being held in honor of Graysen’s father retiring and was going to announce Graysen as his successor.

“But Dae, I already told you that it’s for big people, only. No kids are allowed.” Elain explained as Daemon continued to look at her with hopeful eyes.

“But mom I am big.” he said in the same tone as Elain. “Uncle Lu said that a grown man can make his own tie!” Elain was pretty sure this was from the conversation she had with Lucien a few days ago. He had been amused by the fact that Graysen, for all the designer suits he wore, was unable to make his own tie.

“Sweetie, I’m not allowed to bring someone else with me.” She tried to reason.

“That's not true!” Daemon exclaimed. “Jason said that his dad was taking him. And he even gets to wear a suit!” He crossed his arms and pouted. “He can’t even make his own tie! I can! I’m a grown up and I can go!”

Elain tried to hide her smile at his outburst. “Well, if you’re a grown up now, I think you can sleep with all the night lights off tonight, m’kay?”

His eyes widened, but he didn’t lose his stance. “I’m sure if my dad was here then he would’ve taken me.”

Elain instantly frowned at his words. She had tried to disguise the absence of a father from his life as much as she could and had not noticed him being affected by it.

“Fine,” She accepted reluctantly, “I’ll talk to Graysen about it. If he says it’s okay, I’ll take you.”

“And a suit?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I’ll get you that suit as well.” Elain smiled and ruffled his hair. Daemon grabbed her hand and dragged her to his room.

He lay down on his bed and shifted, making space for Elain. She lay on her side and looked at him, his hazel eyes closed. Elain took a moment to take in all the features he shared with the one person she never wanted to see again. Fate was cruel, wasn’t it?

“Mommy?” He whispered with his eyes closed.

“Hmm?”

“Please don’t turn the night lights off.”

~~~~~

The room was dark and damp, the only light source a small bulb hanging from the ceiling. It was quiet except for the whimpering sounds coming from the man tied to the chair in the middle of the room.

“I swear I don’t know where he is.” The man panted. “Let me go!” He banged his hands which were cuffed to the table.

From the corner of the room, a man emerged from the darkness, a bloodied knife held in his hand. His hazel eyes glowing in the light as he moved towards the man. He turned the chair in front of him and straddled it, placing the knife on the table. He spun the knife while taking his phone out. The tied up man looked at the knife in front of him. The man slammed his hand on the knife, causing it to stop and showed the tied man his phone.

The tied man’s eyes widened as he saw the image on the phone.

“This is your daughter, isn’t it? Along with your wife?” His voice was stone cold as he stared at the tied man in front of him. “Does your wife know you have a mistress?” He swiped the screen to show another woman.

The man shook his head. “You won’t do anything. You think I haven’t heard of you?” The man leaned forward in a challenge. “Word on the street is that Rhysand doesn’t hurt women and kids. Your threat card won’t work on me. You can’t scare me one bit.”

Azriel smirked darkly. “Well, good thing I’m not Rhysand, am I?” In a flash, he picked his knife and slammed it in the man’s hand, the man screaming in pain.

~~~~~

“Rise and shine, butterflies!” A loud, obnoxious voice exclaimed, causing Elain to wake up. She groaned and covered her face with a pillow. Beside her, Daemon was already wide awake.

Two pairs of hands, one little and one large, shook her shoulders, further irritating her. “Up Up Up Up”

“Nonono No.” She replied, rolling over to burrow her face into her pillows.

“Dae, please go and get a glass of ice cold water.” The male voice said, which was followed by sounds of footsteps running out of the room. Elain’s bed dipped beside her and she opened one eye to glare at the man who was grinning at her with no guilt.

“I fucking hate you.” She flatly said.

“Trust me, I know.” Lucien continued to smile at her, offering her a hand. Elain groan and took it, sitting herself up and rubbing her eyes with her palm.

Lucien reached behind him to produce a black mug, steaming and the smell of coffee coming out of it. Elain grasped it and inhaled it down.

“What are you even doing here? I didn’t give you a key to come and ruin my sleep whenever you want.”

“I am here to drop Daemon off to school and ensure that you reach the hospital within an hour.” He took his phone out and started swiping through it.

Daemon entered the room with a glass of ice. He was all dressed up in his uniform and ready for school.

Elain groaned again at just how late she was.

“Momma, you’re up!” He exclaimed and hugged her tightly. “Good morning!”

Elain mumbled a reply. Lucien raised his brows at her and after a pause told Daemon to go outside and wait in the car. “You okay?” He asked when Daemon was out of hearing range.

Elain nodded. “It’s just, last night, Dae mentioned something about how he would be allowed to go to the ball if his dad was here.”

Lucien’s eyes widened. “And what did you say?”

“Nothing.” Elain put her coffee mug on the side table. “I just said that I’ll ask Graysen about the ball. I can’t exactly tell him that his father doesn’t even know he exists.”

“But one day, you’ll have to tell him. No matter how much love and affection you give him, he’ll always feel a void which only a father can fill.” Lucien said wistfully.

“He’ll have Graysen.” Elain said harshly.

Lucien gave her a look. “You know he and Graysen would never be able to have that bond. Graysen wants power and a trophy wife, not an added responsibility.”

Elain cocked her head at his words and nudged him. “You’ve been there for him. You could be his father figure.”

Lucien raised both his hands and shook his head. “Nope. Not at all. I’m the fun and wild uncle type, not the strict daddy type.”

“That’s not what she said.” Elain smiled innocently as Lucien gave her a sour look.

“Elain Archeron, that was a complete mom joke, do you know that?” Lucien said in disgust.

“But I am a mom.” Elain laughed and Lucien got off the bed, groaning at her words and moved towards the door. As soon as he reached the threshold, he turned back to look at her.

He pinned her with a serious look “He deserves to know the truth.”

Elain sat on her bed for a while looking at the spot Lucien had been. The way Lucien had said the words made her think he didn’t mean Daemon.

Elain allowed herself to think about the man she desperately wanted to forget. The man who haunted her dreams and broke her heart when she was 18. The man she didn’t want in her son’s life.

Azriel Knight did not know about the existence of his son and Elain intended to keep it that way.

~~~~~

The Sun had risen by the time Azriel stepped out of the dungeon. He had spent the entire night torturing information out of Albert, Alfred something. He didn’t really care what the man’s name was. Just another to add on the long list of victims by his hand.

He went to the bathroom to clean his hands when his adoptive brother, Cassian joined him. “So, Algert finally spoke, huh?”

Azriel inwardly cringed at the name. Who the fuck names their child Algert?

“Freaked the fuck out once he realized I wasn’t Rhysand.” Azriel scrubbed the blood caked beneath his nails. Cassian observed him for a while before he let out a dramatic sigh.

“Are you really gonna make me ask?” He whined.

Azriel hid a smile at the predictability of his brother. “He said there was somewhat of a real estate war amongst the higher ups and that’s where he last saw him.”

“Amongst the higher ups?” Cassian questioned. “So that means it’s in Rhysand’s area now?”

Azriel walked out of the bathroom, Cassian following him. “No. He’s a rat. If Rhysand wants to maintain his status, he can’t be seen around someone like him. We need to get involved.”

Cassian stopped walking, causing Azriel to pause and look back at him. “Keir is probably working for one of them.”

Azriel considered this. “Good thing I didn’t kill poor little Algert. Would’ve been a waste of an opportunity.”

Azriel marched into the dungeon, the door slamming into the wall. The man, Algert, shot up straight and instantly cowered in fear as he saw who was there.

“Who is Kier working for?” Azriel asked, moving towards Algert.

Algert shook his head. “I don’t know.” Azriel nodded in understanding, before grabbing his hair and slamming his head onto the table.

He held the man’s head upwards. “Tell me or else I’ll make the previous sessions feel like child’s play.”

Algert raised his cuffed hands as much as he could and Cassian winced at the sight of only three fingers remaining on each hand.

“I don’t know his name.” He spoke through the blood coming from his nose. “But he’s going to be at Nolan’s ball. Has a fiance and a kid.”

Azriel leaned close. “You know about the woman he fucks but not his name?”

The man coughed out a laugh. “Can’t forget that woman. A beauty with those brown eyes of hers.”

At the mention of brown eyes, Azriel instantly looked away. The one person that came to his mind with brown eyes was the last thing that should’ve been on his mind when he was sitting in a torture chamber, torturing a man for information. He was grateful that she was far away from this kind of world. His world.

“Listen,” Cassian interjected. “If you give us something worthwhile to work on, I can convince this dude right here,” - Cassian pointed towards Azriel - “to let you go without hurting you. And I’m telling you, once I saw him get so pissed off by some guy and he used his blade and slit him open from one end to the other.” Azriel raised a brow at the exaggeration, but didn’t say anything.

Cassian leaned towards the man and whispered, “It’s always the quiet ones, am I right?”

Azriel had had enough. He let go of the man’s head, letting it drop onto the table with a thud. “I’m out of here.” Azriel told Cassian, walking out of the room.

Azriel stood outside playing with his lighter when Cassian came out of the room a few minutes later, with a triumphant smile.

Azriel gave him a blank look. “It’s always the quiet ones?”

Cassian shrugged. “What? I need to do something to make you more intimidating. And I don’t see you spouting poetry.” He accused.

Azriel smirked as he replied. “I don’t need to resort to it.”

Cassian shook his head. “Spoke like a sparrow once you walked out.”

“That’s not the expression.”

He pouted his lips. “No, I’m pretty sure it is.”

Azriel let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m gonna clear my head. You go brief Rhys.” Azriel left, his head aching after yet another sleepless night.

~~~~~

“Just let him come this once, I promise, I won’t let him out of my sight.” Elain pleaded. She was seated in a nice cafe with her fiance Graysen sitting in front of her, going through his phone.

Graysen and Elain met when Elain had just started her residency and was working in the ER. On the outside he seemed to be the perfect male specimen, exactly opposite of the kind she was used to. One date turned into ten and a year later, Graysen asked her to marry him. Elain had said yes and they had been engaged since then, waiting for Elain’s residency to get over before marrying.

Graysen sighed as he ran his free hand through his hair. “You know I would love to have him there. But I haven’t told people yet that you have a kid, and I don’t want it to cause any scenes at my father’s ball.”

Elain shook her head. “It won’t cause a problem. I swear.”

Graysen reached across the table to hold Elain’s hand. “Sweetheart, you don’t know those people like I do.” He rubbed his thumb on her skin. “They’re like vultures. And Daemon is too innocent to go through that kind of mess.”

“What if he spends the whole time with Lucien?” Elain tried again.

Graysen considered this. “It might work. No one would care if the Vanserra clan had another offspring roaming around.”

Elain furrowed her brows at the obvious snide comment at her best friend’s family. Graysen noticed this and smiled at her. “I’m not insulting them. Just stating a fact.”

He looked at his watch and stood up holding a hand for Elain. “Come on, lunchtime is over and you need to be back at the hospital.” He walked her outside and they got into Graysen’s car. Before Elain sat, she heard a camera snapping. She turned towards the sound but didn’t see anything.

She shook her head as if clearing it and sat in the car. The journey to the hospital was a quiet one with Graysen scrolling through his phone and Elain looking out the window.

As Elain was getting out of the car, Graysen grabbed her hand. “Be careful honey.” He said softly. “There might be a few enemies of mine who would do anything to get to me. Including hurting you.” He looked into her eyes.

“Are you saying that I’m in danger?” Elain asked in shock.

Graysen gave her a reassuring smile that did little for her. “Naah, but it wouldn’t hurt to be a bit more careful. Future CEO’s fiancee acts as a great bargaining chip.”

Elain’s hand was finally released and she moved out, walking towards the hospital she worked at. She was bombarded with patient files as soon as she entered her station and all thoughts of her life being in danger went out of her mind.

~~~~~

Azriel parked his car in front of the old mansion. It had been his home before he had moved out at 18. His adoptive father and both brothers still resided there and as far as the world was concerned, it was still the headquarters of the Knight gang.

It was also the place where Azriel had the most memories with Elain. He never told anyone but the house haunted him with every single moment he spent with Elain. He had asked Elain to marry him in that house. After Elain left, he couldn’t bear to spend another second in that house. So, he moved out, much to the dismay of his family.

He knew any regular man would think it pathetic to be stuck up on one girl, but it didn’t matter to him. He would’ve given up everything for Elain. He knew that if she were to come up to him at the moment, he would sacrifice himself for her.

He found himself grateful that neither of her sisters resembled Elain, in looks or personality, not always reminding him of what he lost. He envied both his brothers for being lucky enough to be with the woman they loved.

Azriel was still lost in thought when he heard a car honking behind him.

He turned around to see Cassian sticking his head out of his car as he parked. “Hey Batman!” He called out. “We still have tons of work to do! So, if you’re done sulking, can we start working?”

Azriel shook his head in exasperation and walked inside the mansion, going directly towards Rhys’ office. Cassian followed in behind him.

Rhysand sat on his chair behind his massive desk in his formal work clothes, talking to someone on the phone.

“Feyre darling, call me after you’re done with your work. I have to go now.” He said as he saw both his brother’s entering his office.

He looked at Azriel for a moment before speaking, “You look well rested.”

Azriel shrugged in response. “Figured I’ll get in as much rest as I could, considering the next few weeks are gonna take the shit out of us.”

Rhys tapped his fingers on his desk. “That’s true. Cassian told me what you got out of that man. One of the men matched his descriptions. Turned out to be Graysen, Nolan’s son.” Rhys picked up a file on his desk and opened it. “Don’t know much about the fiancee. Never met her before but all I’ve heard is that she’s not only beautiful but also very smart. And the kid’s not his.”

“We’re gonna kidnap the girl aren’t we?” Azriel asked, taking a seat in front of Rhys, Cassian still lingered near the closed door.

Rhys nodded. “Taking her from under his nose would be a massive slap to his ego. Nolan’s ball is tomorrow, I’ll manage to get a few extra invites.”

Azriel cocked his head. “We don’t know anything about the girl?”

Cassian answered from behind. “Never needed the info. Nolan played it safe, and even then, she’s not from their circles. Not much info there at all.”

“I have Feyre working on it. I’ll send it to you as soon as I get something helpful.” Rhys informed them.

Cassian grinned. “Does Feyre like it when you order her around like this?”

Rhys raised a brow. “Yes, and she listens, just like you will when I tell you to get out and figure out how to get your work done.”

Azriel got up and left the room as Cassian groaned, “We’ve been leveled down to kidnapping, Az. We have no importance now.”

~~~~~

Elain had spent two hours in the mall looking for a suit for her son when she finally took a break. She had gone directly after her shift got over and was starving.

Elain was about to go get dinner in one of her favored restaurants when she noticed someone familiar standing nearby.

She got closer and realized that she was correct and her sister Feyre was standing in front of her with a camera in her hand. Feyre had also noticed Elain at that moment and looked at her with wide eyes, almost about to run.

“Feyre!” Elain called out and ran towards her, engulfing her in a hug. “It’s been so long, what are you doing here?”

Feyre snapped out of her shock and shrugged. “Just getting some inspiration for my art.” She held up her camera.

“Ooh that’s cool, will you show me?” Elain was about to reach for the camera when Feyre pulled it back quickly.

“No!” She shouted, then took a breath before continuing. “It’s kind of personal. No offense.” Elain dropped her shoulders and smiled back.

“It’s okay. I didn’t mean to be grabby.” She gestured towards the restaurant. “I’m starving. Would you like to join me?”

Feyre contemplated before nodding in assertion. Both sisters were directed to an empty table inside and both ordered food. Both sat in silence until their food arrived.

“So what have you been up to?” Elain asked, wanting to get rid of the awkwardness.

Feyre smiled enthusiastically. “Well I went to Velaris U and majored in Art History. After that I got my PHD and now I work as an art curator in a museum.”

Elain smiled at her younger sister. “What about your love life? Still with Rhysand?”

Feyre slightly blushed. “Um yes. He proposed in our third year and we both got married as soon as we graduated.”

“Oh. That’s wonderful!” Elain was happy but a small part inside of her was hurt that she didn’t get to attend her sister’s wedding.

Feyre noticed this and tried to change the topic. “What about you? Completely cut us off when you left.”

Elain shook her head. “That wasn’t on purpose. I was just really busy and had my hands tied up with everything. Completed my bachelors and MD in combined 7 years from Adriata and came back to Velaris for my residency. It’s my third year of residency for Union Hospital’s neurosurgery program.”

Feyre looked at Elain with wide eyes, before turning her expression into a sly smirk. “So what you’re saying is that Nesta is the only one of us who doesn’t have Dr. in front of her name?”

Elain’s eyes widened at the realization and both sisters broke out in laughter. “She’d probably enroll herself just to prove us wrong.”

Just then Feyre’s phone rang and her smile faded. “Um, I’m so sorry, but I have to go. I have a deadline for my project.”

Elain nodded in understanding and knew that she should quickly get something for Daemon and return home as well.

They both left the restaurant and Feyre hugged Elain tightly. “I really missed you.” Elain returned the sentiment. “Please don’t hate us.” Feyre added softly, not meant for Elain’s ears but she heard anyway.

~~~~~

Azriel was sitting in his office when Cassian walked in with a shopping bag.

He dropped the bag in front of Azriel. “There’s your suit for tomorrow. You’re welcome.”

Azriel didn’t glance at the articles of clothing. “Feyre’s the one that probably bought it. I’m not thanking you for anything.”

Cassian leaned his hip on the desk. “As Rhysand’s ‘COO’ you get an invite to the ball. And your plus one is oh so wonderful me.” He dropped the envelope in Azriel’s lap.

Cassian’s voice took a serious tone. “Rhys gave me all the info on the girl. So, how the hell are we gonna get her?” Azriel shrugged.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Cassian asked in frustration.

“We’ll lure her out and grab her.” Azriel simply answered.

“And how will we be doing that?” He urged.

Azriel snarkily answered “Using your dashing charm.”

Cassian raised a brow before mumbling, “Trust me, my charm would do nothing on her.”

Rhys walked into the room without knocking, Azriel’s secretary scrambling in behind him. “I’m sorry sir, I told him you were already in a meeting.”

Azriel waved her off as he saw the grim look on his face.

“The kid is gonna be there as well and he’s nine years old.” He stated calmly.

Cassian cursed and Azriel was confused by his reaction. “So we take them both?”

Rhys nodded slowly. “Just don’t hurt them.”

Cassian grinned at Azriel. “I don’t think they're the ones that are gonna be hurt.”

Azriel didn’t have the energy to read into Cassian’s words. He just told his brother’s to leave him alone and continued to work, dreading the wretched ball he had to attend.

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That was chapter 1! Let me know what you think!

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Avatar: TLA (Part 7 of many)

Request: None

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Zuko x reader

Summary: Bato of the Watertribe

Warnings: none?

A/N: It’s an oofer!

Word Count: 5K+ (Oh, my)

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“Hey, look! A sword made out of a whale’s tooth!” Aang exclaimed excitedly, picking up the weapon. You walked over, just as Sokka took it from the boy.

“Let me see that.” He studied it for a moment before coming to a conclusion. “This is a watertribe weapon.” He announced, looking back at you and Aang, who shared looks. “See if you can find anything else.” Sokka instructed. Everyone split up, digging in the bushes.

“Did someone loose something?” Katara asked, walking over.

“No, we found something!” Aang told her, still excited.

“It’s burned.” You heard Sokka say. You looked over as he held an arrowhead up examining it. He rubbed his fingers on burn marks on a tree. “There was a battle. Watertribe warriors ambushed a group of firebenders.” He declared. You raised an eyebrow. “The firebenders fought back, but the warriors drove them down this hill.”

“You got all that from a few stray weapons and marks?” You asked, chasing him down the hill. “I’m impressed.”

Sokka heard you, though he didn’t show it, as he came to a stop on the beach, you smacking into his back, knocking you off balance. Aang caught you under your arms, and stood you upright again.

“So then what happened?” He asked, not breaking his focus. Sokka’s shoulders slumped.

“I don’t know. The trail ends here.”

“Wait, look!” Katara shouted. You all looked to where she was pointing and you saw a ship, washed up on shore.

“It’s one of our boats!” Sokka said, he and Katara running towards it.

“How did we miss that?” You asked yourself. Aang shrugged at you, following them over, you right behind him.

“No, but it’s from his fleet.” You heard Sokka say as you ran over. He turned to his sister. “Dad was here.” He declared.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was dark, the only light coming from the moon. You watched it’s reflection on the water, entranced by its beauty. The camp was made by the ship. Aang was laying on Appa’s leg, asleep. Katara was in her sleeping bag, also asleep. You turned, and noticed Sokka staring into the fire, poking it with a stick. His unblinking eyes told you he was deep in thought. He suddenly turned and drew his boomerang.

“Who’s there!?” He demanded. A figure stepped out of the shadows.

“Sokka?” It asked.

“Bato?” Sokka questioned back. You could see the grin on his face.

Aang stirred from his slumber.

“Who-the-what, now?” He asked. Katara also awoke.

“Bato!” She shouted quietly. She stood and she and her brother ran toward the man.

“Sokka, Katara.” He greeted. Hey hugged him. “It’s so good to see you two.” He chuckled. “You’ve grown so much.” He noticed. Aang walked forward.

“Hi, I’m Aang.” He introduced, bowing.

“Where’s Dad?” Sokka asked the man.

“Is he here?!” Katara questioned, excited. You and Aang shared a confused look.

“No. He and the other warriors should be in the Eastern Earth Kingdom by now.” He answered. Sokka and Katara both hung their heads before they shuddered, feeling the cool breeze.

“This is no place for a reunion.” Bato noted. “Let’s get inside.” He wrapped his arms around the siblings’ shoulders, before turning slightly and signaled you and Aang to follow. You put out the fire with waterbending before chasing after them.

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“After I was wounded, your father carried me to this abbey.” Bato explained, entering into a small village. “The sisters have cared for me ever since.” He walked up to a group of three women. “Superior.” The women turned. “These are Hakoda’s children. They’ve been traveling with the Avatar, and a new friend from the North Pole. I found them by my boat.”

“Young Avatar, it gives me great joy to be in your presence.” One woman said, stepping forward and bowing. “Welcome to out abbey.”

“Thank you.” Aang said, bowing back. “It’s truly an honor to be here. If there’s anything-”

“What smells so good, Bato?” Sokka asked, cutting the Avatar off. He smelled the air.

“The sisters craft ointments and perfumes.” Bato answered, gesturing to some barrels sitting a few feet away.

“Perfume? Maybe we can dump some on Appa; because he stinks so much. Am I right?” Sokka joked, pointing at the big beast. He was met with silence.

“You have your father’s wit.” Bato told him. He led you all to the place where he was staying for his recovery. He slid open the door.

“Bato, it looks like home!” Katara exclaimed. You all walked in.

“Everything’s here. Even the pelts!” Sokka added.

“Yeah. Nothing cozier than dead animal skins.” Aang mused, a weary look on his face. He cradled Momo in his arms.

“No way. Stewed sea prunes!?” Katara asked. You turned, and saw a pot over the little fire. Katara held a lid.

“Help yourself.” Bato instructed.

“Dad could eat a whole barrel of these things.” Sokka remembered. Aang was handed a bowel. He smelled it and made a face. You choked yours down, somehow without complaint.

“Bato, is it true you and Dad lassoed an arctic hippo?” Katara inquired, curious.

“It was your father’s idea. He just dragged me along. Well, the hippo did the dragging.” Bato answered. Momo began lapping up Aang’s untouched stew, only to spit it back out.

“Hey! I ride animals, too!” Aang exclaimed, as Katara and Sokka were happily gulping down the ‘meal’. “One time, there was this giant eel, and I-”

“Who was it that came up with the great blubber fiasco?” Sokka asked. Bato laughed.

“You knew about that?”

“Everyone does.” Katara said.

“What’s that story?” Aang questioned.

“It’s a long one, Aang. Some other time.” Sokka told him. You raised an eyebrow, but brushed it off.

“You and Dad had so many hilarious adventures.” Katara commented.

“Not all of which were hilarious at the time, but everything’s funny with hindsight.” Bato said, chuckling. “Aang, please put that down! It’s ceremonial and very fragile.” Bato informed. Aang had what looked like an animal head atop his own. You crossed your arms.

“Do you have to touch?” You asked. Aang frowned and put it back, leaning against the wall. You turned back to the people from your sister tribe, interested in their stories.

“Was it you or Dad that put an octopus on your head and convinced Gran-gran you were a water spirit?” Sokka asked.

“Your dad wore the octopus, but I did the spooky voice.” Bato explained, dropping his voice down at the end of his sentence to give them an example. They talked for a while, as you listened to their stories, laughing at the stupidity at some of them. It had gotten very late when Bato spoke again. “There’s something I should tell you kids. I’m expecting a message from your father.”

“Really!?” Katara exclaimed.

“When?!” Sokka asked.

“Any day, now. Your father said he’d send a message when they found the rendezvoused point.” Bato explained. “If you wait until the message arrives, you can come with me, and see your father again.” Bato offered.

“It’s been over two years since we’ve seen Dad! That would be so incredible!” Sokka exclaimed. You suddenly became nervous. Would they want to see their father? Would you have to travel with Aang alone? Of course, you were happy for them, and you would understood if they wanted to go see their dad. That didn’t mean you couldn’t worry or be disappointed. “Katara-”

Katara cut her brother off. “I do really miss him. It would be great to see Dad.”

“It’s been far too long, hasn’t it?” Bato asked, softly. “I’m not sure when word will arrive, but when it does, I’ll let you know.”

You turned, hearing the door. You noticed Aang must have left. You bit your bottom lip, thinking.

“It would be great, but we can’t.” Sokka told Bato. “We have to take Aang and Y/n to the North Pole, first.”

“Even if we had time to wait for the message, who knows how far we’d have to travel? We don’t have time for a long detour.” Katara added. You smiled, glad that they thought of others, not just themselves and their own happiness. At the same time, you felt terrible that they couldn’t see their father. You huffed a breath of air and leaned against the wall. Aang walked in, a few minutes later.

“Sorry I was gone so long.” He apologized, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey, Aang. I didn’t notice you left.” Katara voiced.

“Yep, but now I’m back. Sure…could….go for some delicious sea prunes.” He said, sitting and taking the bowel, and eating what he could. You watched him suspiciously. Something was off. Something was definitely off.

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The next morning, Bato led you all to the boat you’d discovered the night before. “This ship is sentimental to me.” He informed. “It was built by my father.”

“Is this the boat he took you ice-dodging in?” Sokka asked.

“Yep. It’s got the scar to prove it.”

You smiled.

“How about you, Sokka? You must have some good stories from your first time ice-dodging.”

Sokka frowned at this.

“He never got to go. Dad left before he was old enough.” Katara explained. You frowned and placed a comforting hand on Sokka’s shoulder.

“Oh, I forgot, you were too young.” Bato recalled.

“What’s ice-dodging?” Aang questioned.

“It’s a rite of passage for young watertribe members. When you turn fourteen, your dad takes you-” Bato paused his explanation, looking towards a still frowning Sokka. He placed his hand on his other shoulder. “You know what? You’re about to find out.”

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The next thing you know, you’re all on the boat, going through the water.

“Ice-dodging is a ceremonial test of wisdom, bravery, and trust.” Bato started. “In our village it was done by weaving a boat through ice-bergs.”

“How are we supposed to ice-dodge without ice?” Sokka asked. You looked to the rocks sticking up out of the waves.

“Great.” You mumbled.

“You’ll be dodging…..those.” He paused for affect, pointing to a large cluster of rocks just ahead. “Sokka, you steer, and call the shots.” Bato informed. “Lead wisely. Katara, you secure the main sail. The winds can be brutal, so be brave. Aang, you control the jib. Without your steady hand, we all go down. Your position is about trust.”

“I know that. Why wouldn’t I know that? I’m the Avatar, I know about trust.” He said, crossing his arms. You crossed yours as well, sending him a look of uneasiness.

“For this to be done right, I cannot help. Y/n, come sit with me. There are only three open positions. I’m sorry you don’t get to participate.”

“It’s fine.” You admitted, sitting next to him.

“You pass or fail on your own.” He told the others. The boat glided effortlessly above the sea. It would have been peaceful, if not for the very large rocks you were supposed to be sailing through. You focused on your breathing while Sokka shouted orders.

“Aang, ease up on the jib. Katara, steady.” He instructed. “Aang, less sail. Katara, give him room!”

They did as they were instructed, the boat turning this way and that. At one point, you’d been thrown into the side of the ship.

“There’s no way through!” Katara said, noticing a large cluster of jagged rocks.

“We can make it!” He insisted. Bato stood.

“Sokka, you’ve already proven yourself. Maybe we should-”

“Aang, I’m gonna need air in that sail.” He declared. The boy nodded. “Katara, I want you to bend as much water as you can between us and those rocks!”

“We’re gonna die.” You muttered.

“Now!” Sokka yelled. They did as they were told, and the boat rose. Your eyes widened in a mix of terror and amazement. The boat made it over, and Aang and Katara stopped bending, the boat sliding down the remainder of the wave, and returning to its normal duties. Your jaw dropped. You spun around quickly.

“Sokka, that was amazing!!” You complimented, crushing him in a hug.

“Thank you.” He barely breathed out. You let go of him, and he inhaled deeply through his mouth. When the ship had landed back on shore, you all got out and Bato had a bowel of paint, you guessed, in his hand.

“The spirits of water bear witness to these marks!” He put an arch on his forehead, with a dot below it. “For Sokka, the mark of the wise! The same mark your father earned.” He turned to Sokka’s sister. “For Katara, the mark of the brave!” He painted a crescent moon on her forehead. “Your courage inspires us.” You stood next to Bato, smiling, as you didn’t take place in the test. “And for Aang, the mark of the trusted.” He painted a simple line across Aang’s forehead. You saw Aang’s eyes grow big. It wasn’t amazement, though. It looked like alarm. “You are now an honorary member of the watertribe.” Bato informed.

“I can’t.” Aang said, looking down.

“Of course you can!” Katara said. Aang wiped the mark off with his sleeve and the back of his hand.

“No.” He insisted, backing up. “You can’t trust me.” You frowned, eyebrows pinched together.

“Aang, what did you do?” You questioned, a tone in your voice the boy had never heard before. It was almost…..threatening.

“I-” He started.

“Aang? What are you talking about?” Katara asked. He reached into the flap of his shirt.

“A messenger gave this to me for Bato.” He said, pulling out a crumpled up paper. You pieced two and two together. Your eyes widened before narrowing.

“You didn’t!” You hoped. Oh, how you hoped you were wrong. Katara took it, unrumpled it and gasped, putting a hand over her mouth. Sokka stepped up behind her, looking over her shoulder.

“You have to understand. I was afraid you wouldn’t-”

“This is the map to our father!!” Sokka shouted. “You had it the whole time!? How could you!?”

Aang squeezed his eyes shut, no doubt not wanting to see Sokka’s fury. But he could still hear it. Sokka wasn’t finished. “You can go to the North Pole without me! I’m going to find Dad!” He determined, stomping in the other direction. Bato started to speak.

“Now Sokka, I think you should-”

“Katara, are you with me?” The boy impatiently asked, turning around. Katara looked to Aang before frowning and hanging her head.

“I’m with you, Sokka.” She determined. You crossed your arms, sick of their behavior. You watched Sokka, Katara and Bato all walk away. You ran a frustrated hand through your hair, messing it up. You wanted to scold Aang. To yell and scream at him, but he was much too fragile for that right now. You instead, bit your lip and pulled him in for a hug, though he didn’t reciprocate until he started crying. Your currently frozen heart melted, and you felt bad for the boy.

“They told him, no, ya know.”

Aang sniffled. “What?”

“After you left, when Bato told them about the letter, they said they couldn’t. They said they had to go with you.” He fell silent. “And I’m disappointed in you for lying, and behaving in such a childish manner, but I realize you were scared.” You whispered, rubbing his back. “You didn’t want to lose them. You couldn’t lose them. But I’m afraid you just might have.” You paused, thinking. “Aang, I’m going to go with you. Not just to the North Pole. I’m going with you when you learn earth and fire.” You gave him a squeeze. “You’re gonna need all the help you can get.” You teased, trying to lighten the mood a little. He remained silent. “Come on. Let’s go get Appa ready.” You told him.

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When you got back to the abbey, Katara, Sokka and Bato were getting their things together, prepared to leave. Aang floated in the air and landed on Appa’s head, hugging his knees, watching them. You saw Katara approach Aang and you walked over to Sokka and Bato. You bowed at Bato.

“It was very nice to meet you. Thank you for all of the stories you shared. Even if it was mainly for their benefit.”

“My pleasure.”

“You’re not coming with us?” Sokka asked. You shook your head.

“There’s no reason to. He’s not my father, and Aang needs help. Besides, he’s going to my home, remember? Just as you’re going to find yours.”

Sokka frowned. You smiled softly at him, stepping forward and pulling him into a hug. “It was nice to get to know you, Sokka of the Southern Watertribe.” You pulled away and bowed slightly. “Till we meet again.”

“If we meet again.” He mumbled. You turned and hugged Katara, as she was approaching.

“Goodbye.” You whispered.

“Take care of him.” She whispered back.

“I will.” She pulled away and jogged to catch up with her party. “Good luck!” You yelled, waving. Katara and Bato waved back, though Sokka still looked sullen. You turned and climbed atop Appa, running your hands through his fur as you settled down into the saddle.

Aang turned the giant bison, and he slowly walked out of the abbey. Aang pulled him to a stop so he could watch the three figures in blue disappear among the trees. “I’m an idiot.” He muttered to himself. You frowned.

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“What are we waiting for again?” You asked. Appa was stopped by the shore, next to Bato’s boat. Aang was laying between Appa’s horn, and Appa’s head. Aang was about to answer when one of the sisters walked over.

“Avatar, you must leave.” She said.

“Okay, I get it. Everybody wants me gone.” Aang replied, pulling on Appa’s reigns. He must be tightening them, you thought.

“A group of people came to the abbey looking for you.” The sister informed. You quickly sat up, as you were leaning on the saddle, seeing as there was so much more room now.

“Who?” Aang asked.

“A fierce looking woman with a horrible monster. And a young man with a scar.” She explained further. Your eyes widened.

“Zuko.” Aang determined, a scowl now on his face.

“The beast was using the scent of a necklace to follow you.” She alerted. You turned to Aang with a panicked look.

“Katara and Sokka!”

Aang gasped, grabbing his glider.

“Get on!” He instructed. You did as you were told, and he rose into the sky. You flew back to the abbey, clinging onto Aang for dear life, when you saw a large, brown figure, with figures on it. You saw blue stick out from the more muted colors, and recognized them as Sokka and Katara.

Aang flew in low, as the creature’s tongue lurched out, it standing up on its hind legs. Everyone fell off, and, seeing as you were close enough to the ground, you let go of Aang and rolled, bringing yourself to your feet. The creature stumbled and fell. The woman stood and whipped him, making the creature stand. She got back on it and charged Aang, until Appa flew in, and knocked them both into a wall. You grinned and ran over to Sokka and Katara. You helped the sisters drag them to a corner, so they were out of the way.

“Told you I’d see you again.” You muttered to Sokka. He didn’t get to respond, because you had already left. You turned and saw Zuko shoot fire at Aang, who blocked it with his glider, immediately flinging wind at him. He also dodged, and they entered a dance, neither getting the upper hand. Zuko closed the distance and managed to knock Aang’s glider away, but Aang kept dodging, none of Zuko’s hits landing. You rolled your eyes and went to help, but they both shot fire and air at each other at the very same time, creating an explosion and sending the lot of you flying.

Zuko and Aang both landed on roofs, breaking some of the tiles, while you smashed roughly into a nearby wall, creating a small crater. You fell and landed on the ground, making the pain worse. You yelled out. Your arms were slightly burnt because of the explosion, and your back was sending jolts of pain through the rest of your body. You pulled yourself to your knees, but while you were doing this, you were hunched over, sending more jolts through your body. You yelled out again, tears pricking your eyes.

“Y/n!!” The Avatar shouted.

“Stay focused, Aang!” You shouted back, not looking up at him. You felt a presence by your side, and you looked, seeing Iroh. He helped you to your feet. You stared at him in shock.

“No tea today.” You muttered to him, running off. Aang and Zuko were fighting on the roof. The creature jumped up as well, the girl on his back, trying to lick Aang. Though, as you had figured out, his tongue paralyzes its prey. Aang jumped down, avoiding it, only to be met by Zuko’s fire again. Aang danced around a well, avoiding the fire, but never shooting back, until he caught a glimpse of Katara’s necklace, dangling from the prince’s arm.

“You’ve got something I want.” Aang told him. He jumped forward, Zuko firing at him, while Aang used the well as an advantage, simply moving around in the small space, dodging his blows. Zuko, becoming frustrated, broke the wood above the stone, getting rid of Aang’s leverage. They danced around atop it, firing and dodging. You huffed as Aang leapt into the air, diving into the well. Zuko jumped atop it, sending a massive amount of fire into it.

“Aang!!” You yelled, running over. Your body told you not to, but you wouldn’t listen. You stood next to Zuko. “What did you do!?”

He didn’t get a chance to reply. All the water in the well burst out, sending the two of you flying, Aang coming out and landing on the ground safely. All the water looked like rain, as you fell to the ground, Zuko landing on your already damaged back. You hollered in pain. He scrambled off of you and charged Aang, only to turn and run when Appa started marching towards him, growling. You bit your lip and stood, seeing Appa fall, also paralyzed.

“Appa!” You yelled, rushing over. You placed a hand on his soft fur. You turned to the creature and glared. He and Zuko currently had Aang stuck. He could only run back and forth along the wall. Zuko was shooting fire, and the creature would dart its tongue out of Aang came too close the other way. You ran over and tripped Zuko from behind, giving Aang a chance to escape. Zuko spun around, angry. He began shooting at you, as you drew water from the puddles that Aang had made with the well water earlier, blocking the blows.

You weren’t moving too much, trying to keep your back pain as in control as possible. He noticed this. He shot a few quick bursts at you, and while you blocked them, he had leapt over you, and you bumped your back into his chest. You held in a groan. You started to pull away, but he made a dagger of fire, holding it to your neck, effectively keeping you there. Your eyes widened as you looked at it. He leaned down, his mouth right next to your ear.

“I’m only going easy on you because of what you did during the storm.” He whispered. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, but you swallowed down a shudder. Or a gag. You weren’t sure. “Next time, expect no mercy.”

“This is going easy on me?” You muttered back. “I can’t wait to see what full out looks like.” You mumbled, a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

“I’m one of the most powerful benders alive.”

“You have no control.” You retorted, daring to turn your head and look at him. “You’re a hot-head.” He glared at you, throwing you on the ground. Wait, what did I just say? You asked yourself. Those words sounded familiar. Powerful bender. Hot-head. Your eyes widened in terror. You rolled over and looked at a mad Zuko. The words anger, hate and disgust rolled through your mind. You nearly gagged at the thought.

“What’s wrong?” Zuko asked, seeing the panicked look on your face. “Scared of a ‘hot-head’?” Those words were back. He took menacing steps forward.

“No, I just remembered something.” You admitted.

“What did you remember?” He asked, still taking steps forward, making you back up.

You froze, having no clue how to respond. “Something a fortuneteller told me. It’s stupid, naturally.”

“What’d she tell you? You’d lose? It’s not stupid.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s much worse.” You said, pulling yourself to your feet. You subtly gathered water together, collecting your strength. Iroh watched from afar, unbeknownst to you.

“And what’s that?”

Now, you debated this back and forth in your mind, but seeing as you needed some way to distract him, this was about as good as it was gonna get.

“I fall in love.” You replied simply, feeling yourself gather enough water. Your words caused Zuko to stop his advancements.

“What does that have to do with-?”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence, as you flung water at him so hard, he flew into the nearest wall. At this moment, Katara had bended all the barrels of perfume, and dumped it on the creature, its rider, and a fallen Zuko. The creature shook his head, breathing heavily through its nose. It moved around violently, striking Zuko with its tongue, making him collapse. The creature attacked its owner as well.

“June! No!” Iroh shouted, catching her. You cringed. The creature ran around in circled, finally climbing over the wall and disappearing. Aang picked up his staff again, and smiled at Sokka and Katara who had went over to greet him. You bended some of the water, and began healing your back, biting back tears at the uncomfortable position. When you had mostly healed it, you stood and walked over to where Zuko, Iroh and June lay. You looked at them, your face a mix of strong confusion and something else you couldn’t place. Iroh looked up at you, making you take a step back out of surprise. He smiled kindly at you, making you forget all about your shock and confusion.

“I don’t suppose we’ll ever have that tea.” You muttered, sitting down next to his head, next to Zuko’s as well. “I don’t think we’ll ever have the time. Or the freedom.” You noted, looking down at your hands, which were playing with the ties on your shirt. “Which is a shame, because I’d really like to get to know you. And talk about…..some things.” You added, quickly glancing at Zuko. Iroh smiled.

“I’m sure we will, sooner or later.”

“I hope for sooner. It’s kind of important. But if my friends-” You stopped yourself, unwilling to think of their thoughts and faces if they found out anything you were withholding from them. “You really seem like a kind man. I don’t know how your brother turned out so bad. But I can already see you have an effect on those around you.” You said, glancing down at Zuko again.

“Ugh, can we stop with the cheese? This is gross.” June remarked. “Honestly, as if loosing wasn’t bad enough-” You crossed your arms.

“If I’m not mistaken, you signed up for this.” You stood. “So next time you come after us, expect to lose.” You turned to Iroh, your scowl turning into a smile immediately. “It was very nice to see you again. And thanks for all your help.”

“It was my pleasure.”

You turned to Zuko. “Thank you for going easy on me. You didn’t have to.”

“Just leave.” He muttered, glaring. You frowned slightly, for some reason feeling hurt by his words. You turned.

“June, go rot in a ditch.” You told her, standing and walking over to your friends.

“What were you doing over there?” Sokka asked.

“Telling them to go rot in ditches.” You half-lied. Sokka smiled, patting you on the back.

“That’s my girl.” He muttered, pulling his hand away when you winced slightly. “Sorry.” He muttered.

“It’s fine.” You assured. You climbed on a now recovered Appa, because of his size, he healed pretty quickly. You flew over the earth at about sunset.

“So….where do we go?” Aang asked.

“We’re getting you to the North Pole.” Katara answered.

“Yeah. We’ve lost too much time as it is.” Sokka added.

“Don’t you want to see your father?”

“Of course we do, Aang. But you and Y/n are our family, too. But right now, you need us more.” Sokka replied.

“And we need you.” Katara added. You were barely paying attention, though. You were staring at the passing clouds in thought. Were you really supposed to fall in love with Zuko?

“Y/n? Y/n!?”

You spun around.

“Are you alright?” Aang asked. No.

“Yeah.” You lied. “Just thinking.”

“About what?” Katara asked. You smiled.

“How glad I am that there’s not as much room in this saddle.” You said, pulling Katara and Sokka in for a hug. They smiled and hugged you back.

“I wish I could give you a little piece of home, Katara.” Aang started. You knew what he was getting at. “Something to remind you-”

“I’ll be okay.”

“Still! Just a little trinket. Maybe something like…..this?” He said, pulling out her necklace.

“Aang! How’d you get that!?” She asked, putting it around her neck. Sokka sat up and rubbed his eyes, making sure he was seeing what he thought he was.

“Zuko asked me to make sure I got it to you.” Aang said. Your mind flipped back to Aunt Wu, but you pushed that away. You were currently just having fun with your friends.

“Aw. That’s so sweet of Zuko.” Katara said, fake adoration coming from her voice as she placed her hand mockingly on her chest. “Will you give him a kiss for me when you see him?”

“Sure.” Aang answered. You burst out laughing, a snort following.

“Oh my word.” You muttered. Katara leaned forward and gave Aang a kiss on the cheek. His face turned red as he twiddled him thumbs. He, and Katara were smiling as yours fell. You turned to Sokka.

“I’m sorry about your dad.” You whispered. A frown made its way onto his face as well.

“We’ll see him again. I can feel it.”

“Are you sure you want to come with us? I’m sure we could manage.”

“Thanks, but no. You guys are going to need help. Where would you be without my charming wit?” He asked. ��You grinned.

“Man, I missed you.” You muttered, giving him a side-hug. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Glad to be back.”

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A/n: Repost

#Avatar: The Last Airbender x reader #Avatar: The Last Airbender #A:TLA #A:TLA x reader #x reader #reader #reader insert #Zuko x reader #Avatar #Avatar x reader #My works #Mara's Works #My Imagine #Mara's imagine

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beevean · 9 months

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Isaac/Hector, Hector/Mathias and Sonic/Amy for the ship asks? :>

Triple feature? Alright :)

Isaactor:

• when or if I started shipping it.

After reading both mangas. I went from "huh, they don't interact as much as I thought" (game only), to "ohhh Isaac absolutely had a crush, it's canon" (MF manga), to "so you two were banging, weren't you" (PtR) like, have you seen the way they look at each other while fighting. man

• my thoughts:

I think they could have been good friends, even boyfriends, had they met anywhere but in Dracula's castle. The problem is that Dracula's castle was the only place that could accept them.

At first their differences drew them to each other: Isaac brought Hector out of his shell and acted as his senpai, Hector restrained Isaac from getting into serious trouble (not all the time lol). They'd banter and flirt and grow closer to each other, believing that only they could understand each other like no one else would.

But then, as they grew older, those same differences drew them apart. Hector became proud if not a touch arrogant. Isaac became too unsympathetic. Isaac also lashed out in pain over being the unfavorite one, while Hector felt alienated for his rebellious thoughts. And eventually, they realized... that they never truly connected after all. They just thought they did because they had no one else.

anyway i love the divorsties <3

• What makes me happy about them:

Imagining them when they were younger and full of hope :'D

• What makes me sad about them:

Imagining them when their relationship is nearly destroyed but they aren't divorced yet and they're forced to live with each other and futilely look for companionship and understanding :'D

Also, two prequels, and neither of them had scenes where we could see what their actual relationship was like >:( bruh >:(

• things done in art/fic that annoys me:

Ukefying Hector and semefying Isaac. Again, no, you're missing the point. Just because Isaac is more sexually charged it doesn't mean he's suddenly a god of sex. (I also personally disagree with the take that the dude whored his ass around the castle and was already experienced by the time he jumped on hector, because bro, when you live with mr. pretty silver hair, your standards are going to be raised to the stratosphere :P)

• things I look for in art/fic:

That sweet sweet tragedy of a friendship cut down in its prime 💖

• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Hector with Rosaly lol. Isaac... I don't think he's ready for a relationship in general. although i still have a soft spot for isaavor

• My happily ever after for them:

I like to imagine that Hector secretly fantasized about running away from the castle with Isaac and them settling down in a cottage away from human society, just surviving on their on in complete freedom. That would be the perfect ending for them. But it wasn't meant to be :)

• what is their favorite non-sexual activity?

Sparring and racing on top of their Innocent Devils! I like thinking of all the ways they'd goof off lmao

Mactor:

• when or if I started shipping it.

I... honestly don't remember. Very recently. A month ago?

• my thoughts:

My thought process could be summed up as "what if Hecula but without the horrific abuse?"

Yeah, literally impossible with the main guy. So I had to resort to "Dracula but when he was more or less a decent human being" :'D

I just like the Lord/knight aesthetic they have. I like the idea of Hector willingly swearing loyalty to Mathias, Dracula's humanity, the part of him that Hector always appreciated; and I like the idea of Mathias being so taken away by Hector's mental strength (which he sorely lacks) and swearing to be a better Lord for him than Dracula.

• What makes me happy about them:

The Parallels™ and the small height difference

Hector is already sweet to his beloveds, Mathias also comes off as someone who is so so tender with the few people he cares about, and that's how you get a recipe for tooth-rotting fluff and devotion <3

• What makes me sad about them:

Their relationship is doomed to be fleeting because they'd have to return to their respective time period, and Mathias will eventually become Dracula and hurt Hector and love him in a twisted way.

The whole idea, in general, is that they have a short story, but it matters to both of them. It definitely matters to Hector, who will carry the memories for the rest of his life. With Mathias... he'll forget, in part. But for that short time, it was a comfort.

• things done in art/fic that annoys me:

Nothing. It doesn't exist.

• things I look for in art/fic:

Nothing. While Hecula could theoretically exist if people stopped being cowards, I am well aware that Mactor is extremely niche 😂

Well, except when @the-crow-binary writes short excepts, and they always write them to be either adorable and with terrible flirting game, or so supportive of each other no matter what they just went through <3

• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Guess who for Hector, lmao.

Mathias... well, I would say Elisabetha or Leon, but we know how that ends :^)

• My happily ever after for them:

*cries in Mathias is doomed to become Dracula*

The best ending would be for Hector to go to Mathias' time period, befriend Elisabetha and Leon so that mathias can endulge in the threesomes he always wanted, and maybe stop the Draculification process lol. <- even better if this is post-CoD Hector who already went through the whole revenge process

• what is their favorite non-sexual activity?

Discussing about alchemy :) their brands of alchemy is very different lol, but they could learn from each other.

Sonamy:

• when or if I started shipping it.

At the ripe old age of 8 years old, because with me, it's either rarepairs or the most basic ships possible :'D

• my thoughts:

They cute lol. Honestly, it's just that. They cute. They're good friends, Amy has mellowed out a little from her "SONIC MARRY ME" days (I don't like when her crush is completely erased, but the 2000s were hard times), and Sonic appreciates her a lot and trusts her even when he doesn't understand her reasons. They're both very friendly and optimistic, but they express it in different ways, with Amy being far more extroverted and emotional than Sonic: sometimes they clash, other times they complement each other.

• What makes me happy about them:

The closeness :) Again, in recent portrayals they have chiller vibes, what I would expect from old friends.

• What makes me sad about them:

The 2000s. And that one scene of Sonic pushing Amy's face away in Generations. And the ship wars.

• things done in art/fic that annoys me:

Depicting Sonic as overly schmaltzy and romantic, all kissy kissy and huggy huggy lol. Sonic isn't like that. He's very introverted and more subtle in his affection.

I'm happy that I never encountered a Sonamy fic where Shadow is bashed in the same way Amy is bashed in Sonadow fics or Sonic is bashed in Shadamy fics, but I'm sure they exist and I hate it on principle.

• things I look for in art/fic:

I don't really look for fanfics anymore, sadly. Very few people see their dynamic like I do lol.

My favorite type of fanart is of the "sharing an umbrella" vibe, just the two enjoying each other's company :>

• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Me, a Sonknuxamy believer: :)

• My happily ever after for them:

I'd love for them to travel together and have fun all over the world <3

• what is their favorite non-sexual activity?

What they already do in canon lol. Go on adventures! Although Sonic could also humor Amy and go on "dates"

#isaactor #mactor #sonamy

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fox-the-artist-fruit-canid · 1 year

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Incorrect quotes i found with a generator but i modified them a bit

<<<

Mis: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Toxik : You’re way too obbsesive to have enemies left.

Mis: You don’t know about that.

<<<

Saeri : You know what’s funny about Mis? They’re my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt them is someone I’d murder, probably.

<<<

Toxik : Kill me nowwwww.

Mis: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my "business".

<<<

Mis: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Toxik : Wrong. I look like a cool announcer who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

<<<

Mis: I think I need a hug...

Saeri : Good thing I'm hug shaped!

*45 minutes later*

Mis: You... you can let go now.

Saeri : No, I absolutely cannot.

>>>

Mis: Saeri, you were so wasted last night.

Saeri: I wasn't that drunk!

Mis: ...You called a taxi home.

Saeri: Yeah! It's called being responsible!

Mis: The party was at our house.

Saeri: ...Crap.

<<<

Young Saeri: The academy sucks.

Sira: I know, but you have to do it so you can get a job.

Young Saeri: What are jobs like?

Sira: They suck.

<<<

Saeri: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail.

Mis: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

<<<

Toxik: That sounds like a terrible plan.

Mis & Saeri: Oh, we've had worse.

<<<

Mis: Slash gamemode creative.

Saeri: Dude, this isn't Min-

Mis: *starts levitating*

<<<

Mis: Can I ask you for a favor?

Saeri: I would literally die for you, but continue.

Mis: We need to talk about you starting sentences that way.

<<<

Y: "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

Mis: ...

Mis: What a stupid fucking quote.

Mis: I'm killing way more than two people, idiot.

<<<

Toxik: Mis, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.

Mis: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

<<<

Xeltrians : we need life advice.

Irkens, sipping soda and eating fundip : You came to the right spicies.

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Irkens: Here are two pictures. One of them is your society, and the other is a garbage dumpster. Can you tell which is which?

Xeltrians : ...

Xeltrians : This one is the dumpster.

Irkens: They’re both your society.

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Ninf : So jellyshish-

Nix, laughing : JELLYSHISH!?

Ninf : You know what I meant!

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Nix : Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!

Ninf : But we are a vegan.

Nix : Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

<<<

FFPO Sai/young mis : I hate you.

FFPO Kira/young saeri : Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

<<<

Arax : "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield."

Mis: Opposite over hypotenuse.

Mis: Dipshit.

<<<

Have some of my own addition :D

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Toxik: who is it?.

*sees two known shining eyes in the dark he reconize very well,and starts criying histerically*

Toxik: what are you doing in my house...? *sob*

Toxik: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?

*a siniester sharp toothed smile apears in the dark*

Mis: I.Want.A.Help with my sons.

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Mis: now kids, be good and don't give trouble to your uncles alright?

His 6 kids : ok! bye dad! We will miss you.

*mis stares at saeri and toxik, him being obligated to come*

Mis: and you two be careful

Saeri:don't worry will be just fineeee

*mis semi closes his eyes in suspicion before living and closing the door behind him*

*The 6 slowly turn arround to see them now their eyes are glowing and have wide sharp toothed smiles and a aura of dread coming from them*

Artis: welcome to hell motherf*ckers

Saeri & toxik: *look at each other in fear knowing well their fate*

*meanwhile mis is somewhere else feeling prideful for the monsters he's raising*

Mis: *sniff* i raised them well.

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*mis appears half dead on his "business"(assassin) suit extremealy injured and bleeding onto the facility his brother team is almost knoking off the door while entering*

Mis : can someone please get me to the hospital...?

*silence is the only thing heard except for mis heavy breathing and coughing*

Mis : if you need to know my blood type is infected blue...*faints*

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Take : why did you think any of this was a good idea!?

Mis : probably becuse im a dangerous sociopath with a large history of violence.

Take : oh...

Mis : i still dont know how you keep forgetting that.

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Mis, to take : do something i was not willing to do all those years ago

Take : mhm, fullfil destiny right?

Mis : no...get some therapy

FFPO Kira : *laughing hysterically in the background*

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Saeri : grandma am i ugly...?

Sira : what nonsense,im looking at you right now and you are the most beautiful girl in the world.

*cut to mis and his father*

Mis : father am i ugly?

Viridis : very much

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Take and the other 3 FFPO brothers : umm... what you got there?

Mis, with 6 children : a coffe

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Mis : i fell into a trap! I went for a nap and now he's got me!

Range : mine...*on top of mis like a weighted blanked in the form of a common soldier xeltrian whille huging him*

Mis : yeah! i know but, nmg *tries to get free*

Range : mine *low pitch growl*

Mis : eng! *keeps triying*

Range : mine! *audible growl*

Mis : mnig!! *tries harder*

Range : MINE *audible loud growling*

Mis : *gave up triying* god dammit!

<<<

*for some reasson toxik ended in mis house afther a mission*

Toxik : im hungry

Mis : then lick that coat, you smell li a-

Toxik : grilled cheese

Mis : what?

Toxik : grill me a cheese

Mis : im not grilling you a cheese!

Toxik : *suddenly starts criying and shaking,probably for the fatigue and out of tiredness*

Mis : wh-

Toxik : *keeps sobbing histerically while shaking bonking his head lightly on his chest*

Mis : ... *sight*

Mis : oh for the brains sake!

*mis is now grilling a cheese while toxik is on the couch covered by a heavy and comfy blanket and a cup of hot tea on his hands,honey is laying peacefully on his lap*

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The tallest : oh hey-! *see oxxelus in all its glory standing straight in its almost 8 meters tall* oh...

*the tallest red procceds to look at the 5 meter tall royal council,while purple is petrified*

Tallest red : i don't now what you feed him,but he's too damm big!!

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DF au Dib : oh hey! How is it go-

The 4 xeltrians trapped and half domesticated on zims house : *rabid dog growling*

DF au Dib: AHH! Get your fucking dogs!

Mis & DF au Zim : they won't bite

DF au Dib : yes, they do!

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Take, worried for his older brother : were you going?

Mis, preparing for a mission : i don't now

FFPO Eco : at what hour will you be back?

Mis, almost finnished : im not sure

FFPO Kira : were are you going?

Mis,finaly finished : you already asked...

FFPO Sai : will you bring us something?

Mis : *sigh*...*pets their heads a bit* don't wait for me.

*then mis proceds to leave*

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Mis : we are all great failure defectives! Plus...

*mis looks to his side were the irken with a gas mask is*

Mis : toxik

*half o the present people starts laughing some hysterically even,at the unesesary dramatism,while toxik seends a death glare to the taller irken*

Mis : i like toxik becuse he donsen't mind what we are

<<<

*mis,toxik,FFPO kira and FFPO sai are playing uno*

FFPO Sai : what is this game dude!?

Mis : *whezes and starts laughing*

FFPO Sai : are you serious!?! Gime me a green card!!

Mis : *snort! Wheze!*

FFPO Sai : WHAT. ARE .YOU. DOING!?!?

Mis : *whezing*

FFPO Sai : HOLY SHIT!!! *finally gets a green card and uses it*

Mis : *loudly laughing in bettewn whezes* oh im not doing it...im not doing it...*triying to calm down weakly speaking and strugling to recompose*

Toxik : *loudly laughing at sai's misery*

FFPO Kira : *puts a green uno reverse card on the card pile smiling showing his razor sharp teeth*

FFPO Sai, his left eye start twiching: I DONT HAVE A GREEN!!!!

Mis & Toxik : *loud skomer kettle wheeze*

Toxik : *making skeaky toy sounds as he tries to regain his breathe*

Mis : *does a deep sharp inhale,while tears of laugther fall from his eyes*

FFPO Sai : AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

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Thats all i could thinked of at thr moment but i think i would do this every now and then.

Mostly when i want to bring some escenarys to life but i don't now how or don't have the energy to do so

So thats all remember to drink water and to touch grass.

Crow out.

Take and toxik are @stingerking oc's

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endlessly-cursed · 2 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒛𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝟏𝟖𝟗𝟔

Blanche knew well that Lionel Astor was not a rake. He simply did not have the character to be so. He was too sweet and romantic to have such leanings.

Nevertheless, she was suprised when he sent her a note, asking her to see him in a small hall of Hogwarts, near the dungeons. She had dressed nicely and had put on a perfume she knew he liked. She knew the motive: after today, she'd go home where her father would parade her to possible suitors, and Lyle wouldn't be there.

She had never wanted to fall in love with him. She didn't plan it. It just happened, and when she tried to stop it, she was way in too deep. There was something about his kindness, his sense of humour that made her smile, his sweet demeanour and the way he treated her – like she was a person with ideas, ambitions and feelings, and not just a pretty trinket to collect and lock away– that just drew her to him.

Before she could profundise further into these musings, she felt a pair of gentle hands snaking around her waist and kissing her sweetly and passionately. She quickly melted into his sweet, pillowy lips and warmth, seeking sanctuary into those golden curls. He hummed and begged her closer and she happily obliged, deepening further the kiss.

“While I could kiss you all day,” Blanche breathed, catching her breath “I need to ask why you asked me to be here.”

He took a deep breath “I... I needed to see you. I couldn't let you leave without letting you know how much I will miss you, and to tell you that... I cannot bear the thought of you being with someone else.”

She sighed deeply ˝Lyle–,”

˝Please, Blanche,” he begged, taking her hands into his “allow me to finish.” He looked deep into her eyes, a determined look on his face ˝My love for you is such, I am determined to fight for us. You shall part tomorrow, as planned... And I will join you the next day, to fight for your hand, and not because what you think. Because I love you; your wit, your bravery, your ability to brighten every room you ride into, your loving and caring nature, and many more qualities I could list all day. I am deeply, maddingly, hopelessly in love with you, and only if you wish, I will do whatever your father asks of me to prove to everybody that I am your man. And... if you do not feel the same, I will amicably walk away, and remain your most devote, ardent friend. But you must know, that if you wish me to be your husband, I'd be a supportive, true and loving one, because my heart, soul, body and being are yours to command and do whatever you wish with me.”

Her hands went to his heart, that it was beating like a hummingbird “Lyle... I... I am not often speechless, but... I...” She chuckled and pecked him on the lips “I love you too. And I wish nothing more than be your wife, with my stupid father's approval or not.”

He kissed her hand and looked at her in the eye “I promise to you, right here, Blanche Davinia Dubois, that I will fight with tooth and nail to make you my wife and the happiest woman in England, no matter what it costs me.”

She cradled his face into her hands “I expect nothing else from you, Lionel Alwyn Astor-Phillips.”

They kissed again, melting into the other's touch, giddy for what the future would bring to these lovers.

Lyle Astor belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier

#hogwarts legacy #hphl #harry potter: hogwarts legacy #oc: blanche dubois #lyle astor #blanche x lyle #blyle #my writing*#mine*gifset #mygifset #mygifs #mine

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dyedazombiepink · 4 months

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Valentine the Sheriker Tooth

A long time ago, I made a character on pony town who was this white thing with green and pink highlights named Valentine, a little later I gave them a red varsity jacket, which made them stand out a lot more. I found myself really liking Valentine, so I drew him.

(this is the closets thing to the outfit I first put Valentine in) (also ignore little ghost guy in corner flipping u off, this is a very old drawing)

This was my first attempt at drawing Valentine in my drawing style

As I developed Valentine a little more, I had the idea to make him a ferocious predator hiding his true nature from his buddies, who were not as developed as him. Either way, I liked the idea of Valentine being cute, cuddly, and approachable looking but then secretly being the most dangerous and horrifying thing known to man. (as well as bring a little bit uncontrol able and only getting snapped out of it by his friends).

A long while later, I developed his bug lady friend, Vick btw, from being a generic "possible" love interest goth, to a short-tempered goofy bug friend who had the hots for an Alien Slime Princess.

I feel like the dynamic between Vick and Valentine would be 2 chaotic and slightly dangerous knuckle heads who get into trouble from Valentine doing whatever Vick asks, and also Vick having a lot of petty grudges.

SPEAKING OF ALIEN SLIME PRINCESS- despite being royalty, I'd imagine she'd have a southern accent for whatever reason. She'd also be very kind and love the goofy antics Valentine and Vick get up too, but then regret enabling them and panic as chaos issues. (She would also hook up with Vick, *insert yippie her*).

The last character I have to talk about is X-O5.

X-O5 is kind of like the manager/dean of the setting these characters live in (a generic space station type colony that acts a bit like a collage, where there's a bunch of different stuff they can do. But also live on/around the place). X-O5 is in charge of the dorms connected to the station, and is also in charge of the surveillance for the whole station.

(newer drawing of Vick, second drawing of X-O5)

He also gets notifications on every new update from the other mangers (their like him but in charge of different stuff, he's not doing it ALL by himself). In terms of a personality, he is very easily stressed and tends to focus on his job the most, so when people come to the dorms who isn't already a inhabitant he gets really anxious. He'll jump to the conclusion that he some how missed someone or didn't realize there was a visitor coming, only for the person to either just forgetting to email before hand or litterly some random person just walking in.

As of right now:

Valentine is not an out of control monster, and is now just an apex predator hiding the fact he's a Sheriker Tooth (that's the name of his species). He hides what species he is worried that people will think of him differently, when in reality, he just doesn't have that "urge to kill" like most of his species has. If anything he's more driven to protect, hunt, and defend then anything. Thankfully for Valentine, no one can tell/know what he is because Sheriker Tooth's are so violent and dangerous creatures that nobody ever gets to properly study them for long (a sort of hidden horror if you will). They are also on a distant planet that nobody has really herd of so... Valentines gonna be alright.

#oc #world building #silly goofy mood #storytelling #alien oc #robot oc #outer space #X-O5 deserves a vacation

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xtruss · 7 months

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An Illustration Shows Donald Trump, Mitch McConnell, Nancy Pelosi and Joe Biden Racing with the Aid of Walkers. Art By Barry Blitt

Barry Blitt’s “The Race For Office”! The Artist Discusses Hernias, Walkers, and the Joys of Old Age.

— By Françoise Mouly | September 25, 2023

Is the U.S.—long thought to be the land of new beginnings—in danger of becoming a sclerotic gerontocracy? “In a declining society, the images of an aging leadership can come to embody a general sense of withering and decay,” David Remnick writes in the Comment for the October 2, 2023, issue. “A civic nightmare becomes the caricaturist’s dream.” For the issue’s cover, the cartoonist Barry Blitt portrays the irony and absurdity of the advanced-age politicians currently vying for our top offices. Blitt, who, at sixty-five, is a qualified member of the past-their-prime cohort, also drew from his own experience. As a fellow old duffer (I’m nearly three years older than he is), I called him for a kvetch fest and was rewarded with talk of borrowed walkers, missing teeth, lost hair, and some new belly buttons.

So, what’s up, as the kids say? Is it the knee today or is it the digestion?

Right. I’m sure the readers would love to know what’s ailing me. The knees are both fine, and the digestion is top-notch, thanks for asking. But I think you’ll be thrilled to hear that I recently had five hernias taken care of in one day. When I went in, they thought it was going to be two or three, but afterward the doc couldn’t wait to tell me he found five of them. As I regained consciousness, he was excitedly showing me a diagram of what he’d done.

[Laughs.] That was a good day for hernias.

Well, yes, a good day for a hernia doctor to add to his war stories. It’s not like it used to be, where they’d have to cut you wide open. They do it laparoscopically—I think they go in through your belly button. In any case, now I’ve got some new, extra belly buttons. [Laughs.] Also, it was supposed to be an outpatient procedure, but they kept me overnight—I was a bit of a mess afterward. (Is this really going to be part of the interview? I’d rather talk about bitcoin.) But anyway, this was all a couple of months ago, I’m feeling much better now.

I’m so glad I asked. You wouldn’t have told me otherwise.

I was honestly telling everybody, because it seemed like some kind of record. But then I met someone a couple of weeks ago, a woman at a dinner party, who wasn’t impressed at all. She told me she’d once had seven done in one day! And she wasn’t even old, though it likely happened to her because she had delivered three children.

So not the cause for yours, obviously. What did you do to deserve so many hernias? Were you lifting art work?

No, not art work, but for a while, I was playing gigs in New York City and carrying my electric piano and an amp around. Like an idiot, I used to schlep them on and off of Metro-North trains and into taxis, because I was nervous about driving into town. So I’m sure that’s where I got a few of them.

I knew it had to be for the sake of art.

This wasn’t art, but, yes, it was for the sake of fun.

So other than hernias . . .

Right, what else? I’ve got a lot less hair than I had at the beginning of the pandemic. If you’re going to lose your hair, you want to do it gradually over time, so people see you every day and they get to take it in stride.

[Laughs.] But how would anyone know, since you’re always wearing a hat?

Beware of the times you can’t wear a hat—that’s my motto. But everything else is sort of all right. I mean, I’m missing some teeth, too. [Laughs.] I am missing five teeth. Or maybe it’s six. I’ll do a count after we talk. Only one is conspicuous, in the front. I’ve got to do something about that one.

Why are you losing so many teeth? You just wake up and they fall to the floor?

No, no. I don’t know if you’ve had any root canals, but root canals don’t last forever. Sometimes the shell of the root cracks and gets infected, and they have to pull the tooth. So I’ve had a bunch of those. I have “Montreal teeth.” That’s what they call it. We didn’t have fluoride in our water until much later than most places.

Wow!

Although, it doesn’t seem to be affecting any of my friends or my brother or anybody else I know from Montreal—I’ve just got terrible teeth.

[Laughs.] My dentist is nice and always tells me there’s also a genetic component.

Maybe, but my parents have way more teeth than I do. Actually, I remember being quite young and looking at the gaps between my great-grandfather’s teeth. And now I am my own great-grandfather in that way.

[Laughs.] Are there any other ways that you feel like you’re your own great-grandfather?

Well, my mother has a fancy walker, and I take it for a spin when I’m in Montreal. I have walked around the house with it, you know, preparing myself for the inevitable. It’s just a matter of time. But besides the teeth, the hair, the hernias, and probably a couple of other things, I’m surprisingly fine.

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maiaacchiato · 10 months

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just a bunch of lyrics from the most songs of this playlist that changed the trajectory of my life bc i am bored and i have nothing better to do

call me what you like - lovejoy "i'm not made for you, but what else is new?"

poster boy - lyn lapid "have you found my other lifetime? have you known me all along?"

do you really? - lyn lapid, ruth b. "holdin' my heart that you've sewn up"

us without me - grentperez "why do i fade into that heart of yours? 'cause you still hold a spot in mine"

august - taylor swift "cancel plans just incase you'd call"

you're here that's the thing - beabadoobee "did i forget to mention how long i'd stay? is that a question for another day?"

best friend - rex orange county "love someone for loving you instead of someone really cool that makes your heart melt"

scum - lovejoy "pick up the pieces of me, you can have what's left"

warsaw - lovejoy "i thought i'll do anything you ask of me, that's sure"

it's golden hour somewhere - lovejoy "i'm not sure if the stuff i want is even worth the price it costs"

aphrodite - the ridleys "'cause with the stars i've been dancing along like a fool, so you'd look my way"

eraser - ricky montgomery "meet me at the comedown when no one's talking about you at all"

sunflower - peach luffe "i don't mind if you lie, just tell me that we're alright"

loving is easy - rex orange county "please don't change a single little thing for me"

untitled - rex orange county "'cause i can barely breathe and i don't know how i'll explain myself this time"

all too well (10 min version) - taylor swift "i'd like to be my old self again, but i'm still trying to find it"

star tripping - kevin atwater "you think He made you wrong, i think you give Him way too much credit"

settle down - ricky montgomery "you hurt my head like cheap red wine"

favoritism - sos "you always do what you want, one little blink and you're gone"

cardigan - taylor swift "you drew stars around my scars, and now i'm bleeding"

kiss her you fool - kids that fly "stop waiting for a fairy tale to take you away"

you just didn't like me that much - leanna firestone "i know you didn't mean to. i hope you didn't mean to."

10:15 - leanna firestone "am i only beautiful after 10:15?"

burnt out - leanna firestone "i kissed your scars even after you hurt me"

i won't run - keanu bicol "i don't want to be here any longer"

sweet tooth - cavetown "it's filled with scribbles, tore the page"

#8 - egg "well the rose-coloured glasses are losing their hue"

how was your day? - beabadoobee "'cause i'll be away for a while, i can't remember your smile"

memories - conan grey "i promise that the ending always stays the same"

line without a hook - ricky montgomery "is it worth it? is it worth it? tell me is it worth it?"

midnight rain - taylor swift "but for him it was everyday"

the way i loved you - taylor swift "but i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain"

the perfect pair - beabadoobee "if i told you, you'd know how to go and break my heart in two"

sunny day - beabadoobee "i'll keep you posted, i promise i'm better"

cause for concern - lovejoy "you could kick the teeth into my head"

green - leo. "you're invited to bedroom, feel my tears run down your back, i don't know why you'd stay"

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red "oh, hannah, i will follow you home, although my lips are blue, and i'm cold"

bad idea! - girl in red "was such a bad idea, i need to be alone"

october passed me by - girl in red "you were the first to make me feel like i was me"

this december - ricky montgomery "it's just a little bit lonely in this home, it's always colder on your own"

be - gnash "what if we had never met at all?"

she - dodie "'cause even when she's next to me we could not be more far apart"

mr. loverman - ricky montgomery "i've shattered now, i'm spilling out upon this linoleum ground"

clementine - grentperez "color it gray until i forget you"

nobody loves me - mxmtoon, ricky montgomery, cavetown "but i don't wanna let you down, i just wanna hang around"

forget her - girl in red "some things will never fade"

an art gallery could never be as unique as you - mrld "your colors caught me eye and you're my favourite sight to see"

feb 14 - cavetown "but all i ever wanna talk about is you"

the way i spoke - beabadoobee "it was cold with lots of pretty lights"

kindergarten - chloe moriondo "if that's alright with you, do you wanna sit next to me on the bus home?"

#mia's ramblings #melophile stuff

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aemonds-sapphire · 3 years

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Coffee Run - Hawks x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Hawks simply wanted to enjoy his coffee in peace, but you had needs of your own, especially knowing he was entering his rut. You know what they say... be careful with what you wish for, because you just might get it.

Warnings: NSFW. Rut!Hawks. Feral Hawks. Public sex. Breeding kink. Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink (brief mention). Featherplay. Slight overstimulation.

Word count: 3.7k

Hawks was nearing his rut. That much was clear. Keeping up an easy going appearance was what he excelled at, until he hit that particular time of the year. Until he was forced to take that medication that would suppress his primal instinct to breed.

But rarely anything in this world came without bearing unpleasant consequences.

“I’ll just have the usual. Thanks.”

The young waitress then turned to you expectantly. “And you, miss?”

You pondered for a second as you eyed the pro hero sitting in front of you. To anyone oblivious to the changes occurring in his body they might think he was just not a morning person.

An idea popped in your mind all of a sudden.

“I’ll have a strawberry lollipop,” you finally said, causing Hawks to briefly lift his eyes from the phone in his hand. “What? I have a sweet tooth.”

The waitress nodded and walked away. He was still glaring at you, one fuzzy eyebrow slightly arched.

“Just that? It’s not a proper breakfast.”

“Neither is coffee, yet here we are.”

He shrugged at your response, shifting his attention back to his phone.

Coffee was his personal mood booster. It was dangerous to demand anything from a rutting Hawks until he had drunk an unhealthy amount of it.

The sun was barely out, and that was exactly why he’d choose this café. Only a few people would be there, which meant he wouldn’t have to deal with loud fans walking up to him and asking for selfies or autographs... or even hugs. It was perfect to hide from everyone how moody and snappy he could get in times like these.

But you figured he still wasn’t taking the medication. He always dreaded it because of how groggy and lethargic it’d leave him.

“You okay?”

He had his index finger flicking up and down on the screen. “Sure.”

But what Hawks didn’t know was that... well... you knew what why he was acting so unlike him.

Soon after, the waitress came back with a large cup of coffee and your lollipop that you promptly snatched from the tray with a smile.

Hawks mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ and you watched him take a few gulps of the hot beverage, while you removed the wrapping.

He sighed in pure relief as his huge wings vibrated from the instant pleasure. “I really needed this.”

You also reckoned he needed something else.

Sliding the round candy in your mouth, you propped your chin on interlaced fingers, regarding him quizzically.

“Is that all you need?”

The apparent innocent question had his golden eyes meet yours. However, you needed them to travel south, so you parted your lips seductively and dangled the lollipop from one corner of your mouth to the other with your tongue.

Bingo.

Hawks’ eyes dropped to your mouth in an instant, taking in the sight of you skilfully twirling the stick while letting out some lewd wet sounds.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I love sucking...” you said innocently.

The cup in his hand cracked lightly from his tight grip, and a faint frown settled on his beautiful face.

“You sure you okay?”

For someone who was able to maintain an wavering smile not matter the circumstances, Hawks really was falling behind his reputation. Maybe it wasn’t wise for you to keep pushing him like this. All the innuendos and teasing would eventually get him to snap.

You kept on sucking and licking the hard candy happily, eyeing your boyfriend with utmost interest.

He took another sip of his hot coffee, and you noticed his pupils were slightly dilated. Undoubtedly, the visual of you sucking on something was a enough to spark his arousal.

“Hmm... this tastes so good...” you moaned softly, fluttering your eyes shut for a brief moment. “Want to taste it?”

When he didn’t reply, you decided to take it up a notch. You kicked off your shoe and moved it to touch his leg.

He arched an eyebrow.

Slowly, you began sliding it up his leg and only stopped once you’d reached his inner thigh.

“Stop...”

You let the round candy caress your bottom lip, making sure he could see strings of your saliva sliding down to coat your tongue. Mustering a bit more courage, you dragged your feet until it reached his crotch.

Hawks was hard as a rock.

“You’re so warm...” you whispered, rubbing your foot against his cock.

You could tell he was about to snap.

“Hawks? Honey, look! It’s Hawks!”

You quickly turned your head to look at a young couple that was approaching your table. It couldn’t be avoided. Even in the early hours there would always be someone who was a fan of Hawks.

Hawks was forced to regain his composure, and you figure it was taking every single fibre in his body to produce his trademark unwavering grin.

The woman seemed a little hesitant at first. “Are we interrupting something? I’m so sorry... we are big fans.”

“You are such an inspiration to us,” the man added with excitement.

“Thank you!” Hawks beamed, his beautiful features never betraying what was going on under the table. “Want an autograph?”

She quickly nodded, rummaging through her purse to get a pen. “Our baby will love you, too. We’ll make sure of that.”

Hawks visibly swallowed. “Baby?”

“Yes! We found out we’re going to be parents last week.”

You side-eyed him closely. Inwardly, you started cackling in delight, knowing far too well this was one of Hawks’ most intimate triggers. It was far too obvious that being in his rut made it all much worse for him

“Congratulations! How is everything going?” you inquired sweetly, applying gentle pressure on his covered erection with your toes.

He shifted in his seat, doing his best to cope with the sudden stimulation coming from you.

The woman seemed taken aback by your kindness and quickly bowed her head while handing the pen to Hawks.

“Oh, the morning sickness can be quite draining, but otherwise I can’t complain.”

Her partner handed Hawks a copy of a magazine that had him on the cover. He blushed awkwardly. “She keeps it in her purse in case we run into you so we can get an autograph.”

“That’s awesome,” he said genuinely, his voice slightly strained as he drew his signature on it. “Thanks for the support.”

The couple retrieved the magazine and bowed to both of you before walking away.

“That is so cool...” you said, twirling the lollipop stick in between your thumb and index finger. “I wonder what it feels like being pregnant.”

Hawks moved your foot away from his crotch. “Bathroom. Now.”

Your mouth fell open at his sudden outburst, sliding your foot back into your shoe. “Why?”

He rose to his full height as his red wings quivered slightly. “I’m done with you.”

Placing the hard candy back on its wrapping, you gulped as you followed his lead. The café had started to get more clients, and some of them shot a few glares at the winged hero.

The waitress was eyeing both of you. “Is everything okay?”

Hawks shot a brief smile. “She’s not feeling well.”

He certainly had a way to have things go his way.

She looked at yo worriedly. “Should I get help?”

Hawks hurried you into the bathroom, before adding. “She’s with the number two pro hero. I’m all the help she needs.”

Point taken.

Hawks pulled you into a small cubicle, shutting the door with a kick. You heard the lock rattle and you took the opportunity turn around to face him. His massive wings struggled to fit inside the confined space, which caused him to look more menacing as they coiled up against his body.

“You’re rutting.”

His pupils were fully blown and you briefly saw something flash in his eyes. “Of course you know.”

“I know a lot of things,” you cooed, dragging down one hand to squeeze him through his pants. “You’re not taking your medication.”

You’d been dating Hawks for a few months now, and you found out that he went through a rut every year by mere chance. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots after hearing a phone conversation between him and someone from the commission — you assumed it was a doctor —, who insisted that Hawks had to take the hormonal suppressant medication to lessen the effects, allowing him to function properly.

“I don’t fucking need it,” he snarled at you through gritted teeth.

“I think you do... if you’re so willing to fuck me in a public bathroom,” you whispered seductively, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. “I wonder what made you snap... was it the conversation about pregnancy... or—“

Hawks had had enough of your running your mouth, and with little effort on his part, he flipped you over so that you were now pressed against the bathroom sink, a tall mirror capturing your surprised expression along with his feral one.

“No, little bird...” he growled, hooking his gloved fingers in the belt loops of your pants. “I am not gonna fuck you. I’m gonna breed you.”

It was a dark promise, and one you knew he could keep. After all, that was the purpose of a rut: to breed. Every single cell in his body was prepared for this, and you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend this sudden shift in Hawks’ demeanor didn’t make your pussy clench.

Your hands were supporting your weight by gripping the edge of the cold material of the sink, and you tentatively leaned forward in an attempt to brush against his crotch.

Hawks slid one hand to your front, effectively undoing your pants. “You’re ovulating... fuck...”

That caught by surprise. “What...”

He shifted his body on top of yours, so he could nuzzle your neck, capturing your scent.

“I can smell it... fuck...fuck... you need to be bred...”

In one swift motion, he yanked your pants down. Hawks was usually so much more gentle with you during sex; this was definitely something unexpected, but that you couldn’t stop yourself from yearning.

On the other hand, you considered his words for a moment. Did he really mean it? Did he really want to knock you up, or was this just his hormones talking?

Either way, this was turning you on beyond belief, and you decided to egg him on.

“You want to breed me?”

He was nipping at your neck, causing a few of his moans to be heard. You could feel the hard print of his cock pressed against the curve of your ass, and as you bucked your hips instinctively you felt his own meet you halfway, setting a slow rhythm.

“I need to knock you up... I need you tummy all swollen with my baby,” the young man kept mumbling more to himself than to you, but you couldn’t get enough of it. “I need your... your...”

A gush of wetness leaked out of your pussy as you felt him fumbling with his belt. Through the reflection in the mirror, you could see a faint blush settling on his face, increasing his handsomeness by a tenfold — you didn’t even know how that was possible.

“My what...” your voice came out in a low mewl, keeping your hips swaying at a steady pace.

Hawks undid his pants at once, and gave your ass cheeks a few slaps with his leaking cock.

He gripped your hip tightly. “Let me see your tits...”

You kept yourself balance on one hand as the other dragged the fabric of your shirt up, rolling it just above your breasts. Hawks released his cock, bringing his hips forward to have it slide between your round cheeks; you could start to feel the wetness coating your skin and standing your panties as he kept humping you. His free hand moved to grasp your bra, jerking the material down and finally exposing your hardening nipples.

Hawks heaved a deep breath, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your body through the mirror.

“Can’t wait until they get bigger... full of milk... leaking for me...” he brushed his gloved thumb across your sensitive nipple, causing it to harden even more. “I bet it will taste so good... so sweet... you know I love sweet things.”

Your mind was going blank from all the pleasure being delivered to you at once. From his cock slowly fucking your ass cheeks all the way to the way he was glaring at you through some public bathroom mirror while spitting out the filthiest things you had ever heard him utter.

He snapped his hips hard for a split second, almost causing you to lose balance, forcing you to grip the sink with both hands, eyes still fixed on the way your breasts bounced softly along with each shove from him.

Slowly, he dragged his hand to your lower abdomen, massaging it with spread fingers. “Fuck... I need to feel it getting swollen... gonna knock you up so good.”

Streaks of precum were sliding down your cheeks, leaving wet trails behind and sending jolts of pleasure running down your spine.

“Sorry, but I’m gonna make you cum fast,” he suddenly said.

You weren’t really sure why he was apologizing for that, or even how he intended to achieve such feat. Hawks was more than capable of pleasuring women, but even the most skilled man certainly had his limitations when it came to how fast they could make a woman reach her high.

Even so, apologizing for giving someone an orgasm probably ranked up high with the likes of “Sorry, but I’m going to give you a new house” or “Sorry, but I’m going to give you an unlimited supply of money”. Out of all the things he could feel sorry for — like desperately banging you in some public bathroom, for example—, that one should be the least of his concerns.

As if reading the skepticism splattered across your face, he gave you a knowing smile, and before you could even wonder what he meant by that you felt something poking your covered clit.

What the...

“Hawks!”

You didn’t expect desperate Hawks to play fair, but this was on another level. The fabric covering your soaked pussy was being pulled to the side, and in no time a velvety object started proving your pulsing clit.

He was using his feathers.

Now you knew what he meant by making you cum fast, the bastard. The sensation was overwhelming, and you vaguely wondered why he had never tried this before.

“Shh... I need you to cum first, so I can have your pussy milking my cock,” he pressed a kiss on your neck. “Be a good girl and keep your voice down.”

With one hand still caressing your tummy and the other squeezing one breasts softly, you tried hard to bite back your moans as his feather kept stroking your clit as he commanded.

You started panting heavily, drunk in pleasure. “I... I... Hawks...”

Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to keep quiet, he brought the hand on your breast to clamp it over your mouth.

“You’re so ready for me... I can feel the vibrations through my feather... you’re throbbing so much for me, baby...”

And it was the absolute truth. Your were absolutely sure his feather was already drenched in your juices, but you didn’t care at all. A few more flicks and strokes sent your hips into auto-pilot, trying to get more friction.

Long and drawn out moans erupted from your throat only to be muffled by his gloved hand.

You could feel something in your core swirling and shifting and through the haze of passion, you could tell it was the tension building up inside you that was reaching a dangerous peak.

“Good girl... t-that’s my girl... getting ready for me to breed her...”

His dirty talk served as the perfect incentive for you to get closer and closer to the edge. You saw your vision begin to tunnel and suddenly you fell headfirst into the explosion of pleasure that had your arms and legs shake violently, and you thanked the heavens that Hawks’ body was pressed against yours, or you’d have sunk to your feet.

But before your pussy could stop contracting around nothing, you felt your body being pushed forward and in one quick slide, his cock was buried deep inside you.

Hawks’ hips faltered for a second as he adjusted to your tightness. “Fuck!”

The feather brushing your clit stopped its ministrations, and as your field of vision started clearing, you saw it hovering in front of your face. It was completely covered in your juices and a few droplets dripped onto the sink. His hand fell to grip your hip, and your lips immediately parted in a silent scream as overstimulation took over.

“Keep it open... lick... lick it...” he groaned, his voice strained and shaky as his cock endured your contractions.

You extended your tongue out, allowing is feather to drag along it, pooling your wetness on your tongue.

Hawks’ reflection shivered before your eyes at the newfound source of pleasure. “F-fuuuck... just like that...”

His wings fluttered as so did the feather stroking your muscle, and even though your orgasm had already subsided, the never ending stimulation from his thick cock hitting deep inside you was just too much.

“I’m gonna lose it! Fuck!” he nearly cried out, ad you could only pray that no one could hear him outside.

Your knees bucked weakly as he snapped his hips into you once, twice and again closing in on his own release, but the moment you ran your tongue over the sensitive extension of his body you knew he was done for. He bucked up to meet your hips in an especially sharp thrust and you could feel the hot gush of his cum deep inside you, coating your trembling walls, mixing with your own juices.

He hadn’t lasted long, but you weren’t at all surprised, considering how much the vast array of different stimuli that he was subjected to in such a sort amount of time.

A few seconds ticked by, and he finally began pulling out, you pussy reflexively clamping around him as if to make him stay.

“Stop clenching like that before I get hard again...” he warned, giving your ass a soft smack as he slid out completely with a loud slurping sound.

You whimpered softly as emptiness filled you instead. As you were about to straighten yourself, you felt a blob of cum threading to spill, and Hawks promptly kept you leaning forward.

“I didn’t just fill you with a big load for you to waste it all,” and with that, he dragged the tip of his cock along your leaking pussy and pushed it back inside. “There you go... all stuffed again.”

The head of his cock didn’t stay inside you for long, and once he slid out you reached for paper from the dispenser hanging on the wall.

He grabbed your arm. “No.”

“I need to clean myself...”

“No, you don’t,” Hawks whispered sweetly into your ear, and you felt him tug at your panties before letting the fabric slap your over sensitive clit. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep it all in.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Certainly, he didn’t mean that....

“Hawks... I can’t walk around with your cum dripping from me,” you stated as a matter of fact.

You saw his reflection in the mirror; he had a devious smile dancing on his lips, making your insides coil in sudden realization.

“Didn’t you want me to breed you? Then keep my cum inside your tight pussy,” he began, planting soft caring kisses on the side of your neck in between. “Think you can do that for me, beautiful?”

Feeling your panties sticking to your swollen lips with the aftermath of both your juices and drops of his cum made a shiver run down you entire body.

You nodded once.

Suddenly, he bent over slightly to grasp the waistband of your pants, quickly dragging them up your thighs.

“Time to go,” he huffed as one of his gloved hands brushed along his unruly golden locks of hair. “This was just meant to be a quick coffee run.”

There was a faint smudge of pink crossing his nose and resting on both his cheeks. He looked positively less tense, with his blush being the only indicator that he had just emptied his balls deep inside you.

He unlocked the door and exited first, but not before shooting his Hawks-like smile at you. “I’ll be going ahead to pay and deal with the fans.”

You chuckled as the door closed, and turned to look at your reflection in the mirror while adjusting your clothes. “Well... don’t look at me like that. He’s impossible to resist, especially like this...”

After you were done washing your hands, you took a few steps immediately feeling a few drops of cum dripping onto your panties. You clenched your pussy hard in the hopes of preventing more from spilling.

This was not going to end well.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out and were met with the waitress. “Oh! Are you alright now?”

Yeah, I just got fucked hard and I have cum leaking from me. “Yes! Thank you, and sorry for leaving like that... I really wasn’t feeling well.”

She nodded in understanding, stepping aside to let you walk into the lobby only to see a loud commotion of people piling up around something. Big massive turfs of scarlet feathers quickly gave it away and you smiled fondly.

Hawks.

A few girls standing nearby were giggling to each other, catching your attention.

“Oh my... he’s so much more handsome up close,” one said with a dreamy sigh.

“His wings are so pretty...” the other murmured.

Yes. Hawks had that effect on nearly everyone he crossed paths with. In one way or another, people had the tendency to fall fo him and be drawn by his quirky personality. Even if at the end of the day, once he got home, you could see the wearing effects of having to keep up with this society’s standards.

As the crowd began to disperse, he waved a hand at you.

“It was so nice to have you here, Hawks,” the young waitress blurted out as you two made your exit. “Please come again!”

The number two pro hero bowed his head and gave her a thumbs up. “I’m sure I will. Very soon,” he winked at you.

Very poor choice of words.

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