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Top 10 posts that appeal to ME
#undertale#undertale diary of a wimpy kid#boy meets world#rats boy meets world era#icarly#sans undertale#spencer shay#eric matthews#rodrick heffley#diary of a wimpy kid#accidentally tagged them together dammit#my iPad no longer lets me see what I type on here and my phone can’t download tumblr cause it hasn’t updated in like three years#micheal afton#blueycapsules#I forgor him
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Fool For Love
part 4
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part 1, part 2, part 3
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Astarion x reader/Tav
Tags: (mild?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, eventual happy ending
Summary: You thought you knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only… now you do.
You’ve finally made a decision on how to handle it, but it turns out it might not be that easy to actually do as planned.
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It’s as if all the gods have come together to conspire against you. Truly, you wonder if you accidentally angered one or several of them, because after dinner, nothing goes as planned.
First it is Shadowheart, seeking your counsel about a scroll in her possession she wants you to take a look at. Next it is Lae’zel, wanting to discuss again your findings about Orpheus and what it might mean.
You almost scream out loud when Karlach calls for you just as you are finally about to approach Astarion.
You definitely do scream, just a little, when you collide with a tipsy Gale and the collision causes red wine to splatter all over your shirt and trousers. Cursing under your breath, you see Astarion glance your way with a chuckle. As tempting as it is to stomp over and drag him into his tent just to have it over with, you decide a change of clothes first is the wisest course of action.
It’s much less conspicuous, for one — everyone would notice and wonder if you decide to talk to him now — and you need a moment to cool down.
You’re quick about it, grabbing the first clean pieces of clothing you can find — but it’s not quick enough.
When you walk out of your tent again, Astarion is nowhere to be seen. Telling yourself that it’s not strange for you to inquire about his whereabouts, you ask Halsin if he has seen him.
“I think he went to find something to eat.”
“Ah.” Dammit. ”I see.”
You stare into the dark forest surrounding the camp, wondering if it will seem odd if you go after him. Probably not, if they even notice you leave.
In the end, you decide to remain where you are, sitting down by the fire with the others. He will be back sooner or later, and until then, you can enjoy the company of your friends. Or try to, at least.
Astarion’s still not back when Gale suddenly stands and announces that it’s time to head out. Watching them all laugh and banter as they gather blankets and wine, you realise that you should do things like this more often. Take the time to just have fun. Especially now, when what you have to face next is the Shadowlands, a place that sounds more terrifying than anything else your party has encountered so far.
Not counting getting tadpoles inside your head.
It’s actually a quite nice spot Gale has found. Wide stretches of soft grass swaying in the night breeze, the surrounding tree line creating a sense of protection and serenity. If your heart wasn’t already attached to another, you think you would’ve enjoyed going here alone with Gale. Maybe.
“Where’s the food? Surely we need something to snack on too?”
“Karlach…”
Shrugging, Shadowheart held up the bottles in her hands. “Sorry, too busy grabbing the wine.”
“I’ll go,” you offer, because it would be a shame to bring the mood down with unnecessary squabbling. The fact that there’s a chance you might find a certain elf back at camp has absolutely nothing to do with it. Well, maybe a little.
“Thanks, soldier, you’re the best!”
You leave before anyone gets the idea of tagging along. If Astarion is back, you wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity to finally talk with him. Even if it ruins the night for one or both of you.
When you get back, you see Withers by his tent. But no Astarion in sight.
“Where is that goddamn man?” You stomp over to his tent. “Astarion? Are you here?”
Nothing.
Muttering to yourself, you take a basket and fill it with bread, cheese, and some fruit. With how everything has gone so far tonight, you grab a bottle of what you presume is wine, because the urge to get blissfully drunk is too hard to resist.
As you trudge back to the others, you wistfully wonder where Astarion has been all night. Was he avoiding you? And if so, why?
“Tav, there you are!” Karlach shoots up from her seat on the blanket and relieves you of the basket. “Look who we found!”
And there he is.
“Astarion.”
Sitting between Halsin and Shadowheart.
“Tav,” Gale pats the spot next to him, “I saved you a seat.”
Of course he did. “Thank you, Gale.”
Even if you had it in you dismiss him, you realise quickly that there’s no other space available. So you sit down, because there’s not much else you can do.
It turns out that the bottle you snagged isn’t wine but rum, but that suits you just fine at this point. You try to listen as Gale talks to you about the constellations he points at, but your focus keeps shifting to Astarion. The way he leans closer to Shadowheart, the way he keeps touching Halsin. You are used to him being a bit of a flirt, but this feels like more. It feels like there’s actual intent behind it and not him just being his usual self.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he’s trying to make you jealous. Which is ridiculous, of course.
Unless it isn’t. You take another swig of the rum. “Ridiculous.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Astarion glances your way but quickly turns to Halsin again when he catches you watching. The bastard. Well, two can play that game. “Oh.” You inch just a little bit closer to Gale. “I was just saying to myself how ridiculously beautiful the sky is.” Smooth, Tav, smooth. You almost roll your eyes at yourself.
Gale smiles. “It is, isn’t it?”
For the next half hour, you make yourself focus on Gale, and Gale alone. He is an interesting man — when he’s not talking about Mystra. In the back of your mind, you know you shouldn’t be doing this, but your drunk brain justifies it by telling yourself that Gale deserves an attentive audience. He’s the reason why you’re all here, after all.
He really is nice — too nice for someone like you. You realise that at some point while observing Gale and Karlach talk about… something. You’re not really listening anymore, once again caught up in your own hazy mind.
The bottle in your hand is almost empty — when did that happen? Oh, right. You have been taking a sip every time you hear Astarion laugh or call someone else a pet name. Stupid idea, that.
With a heavy sigh, you flop back to lie down on the blanket. Everyone’s voices turn into background noise as you stare up at the stars. Or try to, because the world is spinning, spinning, and the last thing you hear before you doze off is someone saying your name.
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#astarion#bg3 fanfiction#astarion x reader#astarion ancunin#astarion x tav#bg3 fic#bg3 tav#bg3 astarion#bg3 spoilers#fic wip
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Part III: I meant to say, that I love you, or maybe, fear like a flame, what's happening to me.
- The Power.
Part III : Just tonight, maybe I'll rest in peace
Tags: angst, fluff, sadness, angst, fluff, then maybe eventually smut because I do love that
Part I. Crowned light moon of mine - I found you too soon
Part II : Lace your heart with mine Let your sleeping soul take flight
Part IV : There is much to do and I still want to live
Part V: our futures bound, our bodies known
Part VI : these ain't my sins, I broke my chains
Part VII: You are not mine and am I truly yours
Part VIII: your blood like wine, invites me in
Part IX: I'll welcome my sentence and give you my penance
Part X : I can't go yet...don't let me die
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Another day, another battle. You shut out Shadowheart's physical closeness and familiarity with Astarion out of your peripheral vision. Because you like her. And this wasn't her fault. You don't want to hate her. But something strange would happen every now and again. Walking along with everyone, during the day, you trying to keep your distance from the two, trailing behind a bit... Astarion would turn back and look at you a few times. Catching you off guard. He would smile if he caught you looking at him sometimes.
What is he playing at.
It's not like we are friends. Not like that....I help him... And we fight together. And then you almost slipped on a cliff trying to go down a cragged rock, he stayed behind a bit, and held his hand out for you. You had to hold it or you would have fallen on your face. Embarrassing. And awkward.
He was happy. Smiling.
Dealing a lot of damage. Energized. His happiness energized you too. You were glad. If being his friend meant such warmth, you would take it. Remember what you want to be. You want to serve and protect. Even those that are too proud to ask for it. Or too lost to hope.
That night at camp was a celebration. You cannot remember why. But a bard was singing. Everyone sat around the fire. Laughing, singing. Drinking. Halsin was throwing someone in the air. Laezel was lecturing Gale on the merits of working out your body as much as the mind.
Once again you were lonely in a crowd.
It's not that you were'nt surrounded by people you loved who loved you back. But, that you sat opposite him. Across the fire. Him next to shadowheart. You between wyll and karlach. Shadowheart was telling him something pouring wine for him. He was laughing at what she said, happy. What a smile. He should smile more. Though he might accidentally show his fangs. You didn't realize you were inadvertently staring at his face. He locked eyes with you. You jolted and looked away.
Dammit.
It's embarrassing as it is, you keep his secret and let him drink you. This ...this is crossing the line even for you. While you looked away from him, your face solemn, between two happy people, Astarion couldn't help but notice. He felt sad. For you. You had helped him so much. Yet you were so sad yourself. He felt powerless. He resolved to come talk to you when he could tear himself away.
You didn't want to linger.
You got up. Took your sword. A bottle. And sulked into the darkness. Away from the merriment. Guilty of leaving those having fun. But you needed to channel your energy. You swing your weapon at a tree a few times, then practiced some moves by yourself. The noise fades away. Your mind quietened. You stopped to catch your breath. To take in the view.
It was breathtaking.
As you were lost taking in the river gleaning in the moonlight in the valley down the cliff, you heard someone approach.
"I saw you leave. I got you some wine". Astarion's smiling face appeared from the shadows. He handed you the bottle. You gratefully accepted. "it's beautiful out here".
Yes it was.
"shall we? :) Everyone is happy back at camp. Come join them" he beckoned. As if he had sought you out just to escort you back. You obliged. Walking back, he expressed his gratitude, and asked if he could come visit you again. That familiar feeling of being used...
But you couldn't say no.
After the merriment of the night, you went back to your tent. Dreading the encounter. Your heart was beating so fast in anticipation of this secret rendezvous. Why did it feel so wrong, yet so exciting. Images of his eyes, his face close to you, bent on your hand, flashed across. The alcohol must be getting to you. You paced around the tent. Shortly after, you heard him approach.
Your heart almost stopped.
He stumbled in. Had he been drinking so much? Shadowheart did make him drink a lot, but still. He ran his fingers through his hair. Smiled his charming smile and came inside. "Are you ready, darling? I can't wait, I'm positively famished" he said reeking of alcohol.
Ugh. Whatever. He is not even in his senses.
What was I expecting. You went to him, half expecting having to support him, but he just plopped down on your pillows. On his back. He beckoned you to come near him. Clearly lacking any energy to sit up. So you sat next to him. Extending your left arm to him. He held it, then smelled your arm. Taking you in.
Weird. You thought.
He then playfully licked your hand, while looking at you. Entwined his fingers with yours, and kissed them again. You could sense your heat rising in you. Your heart pounding, feeling warm down there. What a tease. Just get on with it and be done.
He did something very unusual.
He continued to kiss the back of your hand, trailing up ever so slightly, then licked your hands up and then slowly down a bit back to your fingertips. He then turned your hand over and kissed your palm. He was on his back the whole time.
Does he think you are her?
What is he doing? You were getting flustered, humiliated...but you didn't want him to stop. You were greedy. Just when you were about to ask him, he bit you. The sharp pang was surprising this time. He wasn't being gentle, you let out a little moan, looking away, then dropping down next to him. You felt drained. The feelings were too much to handle.
Principles be damned.
You want to savor the moment. The man you yearn for, right next to you. Your shoulders touching. Lying on your back, next to each other, hearing each other's breath. His face so close to you, with your hand on his lips. His thighs next to yours. You want to touch him...
But can you?
You shouldn't. Must not. Maintain your dignity. You urged yourself. Please. You don't want to stoop so low. He let go... With another kiss on your hand, he licked the droplets, then turned to look at you. You could smell the alcohol again. His eyes were happy, he was smiling. He looked nothing like the deceptive manipulative rogue you think he is, at that time. Just someone, very happy, very safe, very content.
Isn't shadowheart waiting?
You wanted to ask. But it wasn't your place. So you let him be. He held your hand in his. Entwined your fingers. And he showed no signs of getting up. Much to your panic. Is he going to be here all night? He can't be planning to? You propped yourself up on your elbows. To get a look at his face. But he was already asleep!
This....son of a gun!! He was passed right out.
Part IV : There is much to do and I still want to live
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Throwing some fic recs into the mix since I keep seeing the posts from others and wanting to join in. Below, you'll find 10 fics that I'm excited to recommend, in no particular order!
get a clue! by @monsterhunting [Stranger Things, Stoncy]
This is a delightful Valentine's Day fic featuring oblivious Steve, which is one of my favorite kinds of Steve! The pining is real, but the fic is lighthearted, not lingering on the angst of it all, but rather focusing on the positives. Steve's friendship and back and forth with Robin is great, but his interactions with Nancy and Jonathan are even better. It's a great time!
Don't Make Me by @idridian [Halloween Ends, Corey/Allyson/Michael]
You do not understand how badly I needed a fic like this after finally seeing Halloween Ends for the first time. That movie took over my whole brain for a hot minute and I was worried there would be nothing out there to sink my teeth into afterwards. But this fic. This fic was there to give me everything that I needed after the movie. "Allyson Corruption Arc" might be my favorite tag ever. It goes without saying, but there's a darkness to this fic that wraps around you while reading it. The relationship with Allyson and Corey is EVERYTHING! I just. This fic is beautiful and I love it!
To Run The Dog by @pterawaters [Stranger Things, Stoncy]
I love me some fic where Stancy crush hard on Jonathan and want to date him together. This is a really lovely AU where Steve and Nancy are married and keep seeing Jonathan running by their house with his dog. The way they want so badly to interact with him, and the friendship that ends up developing once they get the chance, is wonderful. The characters still feel like themselves despite not having gone through the same things as they do in the show, and it's just. Really enjoyable to read!
my body's aching and my time is at hand by whateverislovely [Criminal Minds, Reid-centric]
Gosh, this fic hits me right in the feels. There's something about sitting with a character who is feeling so low and feels like they can't talk to anyone (even though they know deep down that they could but it FEELS like they can't). Spencer desperately needs someone to see that he's struggling, but it's hard when there's so much going on at the same time. I don't even know what all to say, this fic just really gave me the angst and hurt/comfort (emotional and physical) that I revel in.
The Babysitter by @stevethehousewife [Stranger Things, Stancy, Dusteve, uhh... more]
A fic inspired by my favorite horror comedy movie ever? With Steve as the titular babysitter? But not evil? AND it's A/B/O?? Yeah there are many, many reasons I love this fic. The descriptions of Steve feel like they came right out of the movie in a way that made them so easy to see in my head. But it changes enough about the story that it doesn't feel at all like a straight up rehash of what you've already seen. AND it combines some of my favorite ships, with a Steve who is just the best ever. I freaking LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH!!
close my fist around something delicate by inlovewithnight [Ted Lasso, Keeley/Roy/Jamie]
All that I wanted for these three was for them to realize that they have feelings for each other. That they can make a relationship work, if they just try. And dammit, this fic delivers! While also adding in some great angst and hurt/comfort (physical and emotional). I didn't realize quite how much I wanted to see Jamie hurting and being stood up for/protected by the people who care about him, but boy did I! This fic is really lovely, it sucked me in and didn't let me go until I finished reading.
Both Hands Holding on to the Wire by @stevethehousewife [Stranger Things, Stobin]
This was one hell of a gift to get in a smut exchange, holy moly! It focuses really well on Robin's confusion over the thoughts she starts having about Steve after accidentally walking in on him changing. The whole concept is handled respectfully, taking the weight of it all very seriously. Robin and Steve's friendship is so good, the way they can just BE with each other. It's got the angst I adore, a Steve who is an absolute sweetheart, and a Robin who is so much more like her season 4 self than season 3 (which is a huge plus for me personally).
The Hourglass by @pterawaters [Fargo s5, Dot & Gator, Dot/Wayne/Gator]
A shorter fic here, but no less wonderful! It's exactly what I needed after finishing the latest season of Fargo. Getting to see where their lives might have gone, if Dot had been able to take Gator with her when she ran away. If he had wanted to go. It gets me emotional every time I think about it. I love love love this fic!
Wednesday by @stevethehousewife [Stranger Things, Stoncy]
I will recommend this fic forever and for always. It has everything: hurt Steve! Time loops! Season 3 Steve being thrown back to the worst day of his life and forced to relive it over and over until he gets it right (hint, it's the Halloween party in s2). I fucking love this fic! I've lost count of how many times I've reread it, but it might rival the number of time loops Steve lives through (okay maybe not quite that many, but you get my point). It shows Steve a side of Jonathan he didn't get to see the first time around. It gives him the closure he probably didn't realize he needed. I just. Adore this story!!
An Oath Broken, An Oath Kept by @urisarang [Love Between Fairy and Devil, Chang Heng/Dongfang Qingcang]
This fic is so mean in the best way! Both of them are so hurt, physically and emotionally. And then Chang Heng is forced to hurt DFQC even more, which only makes it that much BETTER. It was the perfect gift to receive for the Flash Made Them Do It exchange. I laugh every time I see the a/n (the word count minimum was 300 words. The word count on this fic is... a lot more than that). And it's just as fun to reread now as it was to read it the first time around. I want to draw hearts around it!
#IFD2024#fic rec list#stranger things#halloween ends#criminal minds#fargo#love between fairy and devil#fanfiction#feedback fest#feedback fest 2024#i maybe spent a long time on the gif banner#pretty proud of it#made it myself ;-;#but spent way more time deciding on which fics to rec#and what to say about them
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rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and finally the fic with the least words
Thank you, @mylittleredgirl for thinking of me.
Most Hits: Stray Feathers and Scales (Once Upon a Time, Regina Mills/Emma Swan)
A long time ago, Maleficent lost a child. When Regina finds out that child was hers too, she turns to Emma for comfort. Emma doesn't know how she can help either of them with their grief, but she's going to try because no one should have to go through that alone.
Which is REALLY long and written while Swan Queen was REALLY popular and hilariously I think you can tell when I started shipping Dragon Queen more partway though but shhhhhh.
Second Most Kudos
Lost Leaves of Autumn (Catelyn Stark/Ned Stark, Catelyn Stark & Tyrion Lannister).
The little Game of Thrones fic where everything turns out all right.
Third Most Comments quantum variations on a love theme (Star Trek: Discovery, Michael Burnham/Laira Rillak)
Michael Burnham and Laira Rillak are on a shuttle to a resource allocation negotiation when they pass through a quantum anomaly and shift realities.
Somehow they're in a strange, soft universe where they seem to be in vacation, together. Which is impossible, they're not even friends.
When they accidentally bring something unexpected home with them, everything shifts.
Shout out to quantum because I LOVE this fic, with all my heart, and I feel bad constantly because it feels so niche, but it is loved dammit. It gets the comments. (and is my favorite thing at the moment, I just haven't had writing spoons).
Fourth Most Bookmarks Under the Star Light (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Phil Coulson/Melinda May)
Rebuilding S.H.I.E.L.D. means Melinda May, Phil Coulson and their team have enough time to build something personal. Lingering ghosts of T.A.H.I.T.I. means it's not what they intended. In fact, it's a bit of a mess.
Decent babyfic even if I tried to science and it's messy. It's so early in the show and they're all such ducklings.
Fifth Most Words Firefly (Star Trek: Discovery, Mirror Philippa Georgiou & having feelings, being a person).
Michael asks the Guardian of Forever if there's a timeline where Philippa can stay in the 32nd century, and there happens to be one, but it has a small little difference.
A tiny, insignificant, barely worth mentioning, difference.
the longest thing I've ever written with no romantic pairing, and notable for bringing @whimsicalli out of her cave to play. (Also I love this one, it was great). I learned how to post a chapter without worrying about who was going to comment and just to enjoy it. Great fic for that.
Least words Missing Faces (Star Trek: The Next Generation, Beverly Crusher & Deanna Troi).
Deanna and Beverly talk about motherhood.
I also have 22 drabbles, which is pretty neat.
I tag... (if you feel like it). @janetfraiser, @aleksandrachaev, @disco-headcanons, @that-one-curly-haired-chick and anyone else who fancies it.
#fic stats meme#good work quantum#get the comments#I fucking love that fic#though I suually feel that way about fic of the moment?#which was firefly#until quantum but quantum is a really nice place for me
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Talk about their backstory!!!!
I'll have you know I had planned to do a self-reblog @ing you to come ask a question but you took the bait before I even cast the line.
So! The titan in white with the Burning Maul is Ember, my Young Wolf. She has a good deal of the YW's canon personality, with my personal headcanons and grudges. They have some Issues caused by a lot of the Everything, like not being all that Okay after the Black Heart incident, the Red War, Cayde's death, seeing their own grave in the Corridors of Time (side note too many people seem to forget this happened because no one seems to capitalize on the Potential here), nearly getting Spark, her Ghost, killed like twice now. She really wants to stop being the Vanguard's first solution but dammit no one else can do it so she'll keep going til she falls, and she knows they'll fall eventually. My fanfics generally try to keep the YW as close to canon as possible to allow for personal interpretations, but Ember is who I envision when I write them. For the most part, the people around Ember and Spark do not know they have names for Reasons (that I will gladly elaborate on if you want to know more). She's also my main.
Now we get to talk about Fireteam Varanus! Buckle the fuck up!
They consist of Morinovus-20, the blue titan with the Banner Shield, Rosie, the pink hunter with the Golden Gun, and Syrja, the green hunter with the knives and the Monte Carlo. They met and formed their fireteam during the Great Ahamkara hunt and quickly became close friends. Syrja met Rosie not long after she was risen, having accidentally gotten mixed up with an Ahamkara Rosie was hunting. Syrja did well for a New Light and Rosie started mentoring her. Rosie already knew Mori from a previous hunt and they decided to stick together. Rosie was the Bad Influence who always took an almost child-like joy in the thrill of battle. Syrja was the nervous one, but she relaxed easily around her fireteam and was easily dared into reckless acts by Rosie. Mori was the responsible one of the group, doing his best to be the voice of reason in contrast with Rosie's impulsiveness. While he may not always have agreed with Rosie's ideas, he was the protector of the group and he'd be damned if they got hurt when he could've done something, so he always tagged along and had more fun than he'd ever admit.
Anyways then the Great Disaster happened. Mori literally exploded into void Light protecting Rosie and Syrja as they tried to retreat, and Rosie got mortally wounded being reckless while trying to both cover Syrja and heal herself. Syrja took up Rosie's cloak and is forever mournful that she has nothing from Mori's armor, what with there being nothing left of him after he gave everything to protect his friends.
Syrja went on a Hive killing spree on Earth after that, becoming much more subdued than she ever was previously. Unless she was angry. Then she was slaughtering anything vaguely Hive-like when she couldn't take revenge on the Hive that killed Fireteam Varanus (Syrja always believed a part of her died that day as well). Until she could. She was brought onto the mission to kill Crota, meeting Ember in the process, and when that wasn't enough she volunteered for the Oryx mission as well. When that still didn't bring peace she kept wandering around the Cosmodrome killing Hive.
Then the Red War hits, and Syrja is about ready to come to terms with the whole "welp guess the world's ending" when she stumbles across a New Light. The New Light was rezzed mere minutes before Ghaul caged the Traveler and so doesn't really have a way to defend herself. Syrja takes pity and decides to help her. This New Light is Sylvia, the Nova Warp warlock with no helmet. As the two get acquainted Syrja comes to the conclusion that Sylvia reminds her a lot of Rosie, lacking the experience to back up any carelessness, but still possessing that same carefree attitude Rosie always had, especially when she probably shouldn't have. Sylvia suggests that its because she knows Syrja will have her back and she's not sure how to feel about that. After all, with Varanus it was always her and Rosie who could rely on Mori having their backs. Syrja doesn't tell her this though.
Then they get their Light back when the Traveler is freed and the first time Sylvia uses her Light she explodes into Void and Syrja about has a full-panic attack about it, laughing about what a sick joke the universe is playing. She wants to abandon Sylvia then and there but dammit she's Attached now and doesn't stay away for long enough for Sylvia to get herself hurt. Syrja opens up about Varanus and the two eventually become closer, and Syrja finally starts to work through the whole 'grieving process' or whatever
Anyways feel free to ask more about them. Can't flesh them out too much otherwise!
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Bonding Over Books
Bonding Over Books
https://ift.tt/38aFB0f
by AmieWritesFic
“Dammit, Bradbury! Answer the phone” Dean muttered as his best friend’s line went unanswered. He knew better than to call her instead of texting, but this was an emergency.
On the last ring, an irritated voice picks up. “What is it, Winchester? It’s way too early.”
Dean glanced at the clock, it was almost noon, but his friend was probably up all night gaming. “Charlie, it’s a code red. I may have accidentally come out to my dad.”
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In which a closeted Dean has been in love with Cas for years, but can barely talk to him until a series of unfortunate and awkward events and a love of old books brings them together.
Words: 1915, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Meg Masters, Gertrude Middleton, Ash (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Lee Webb, Lisa Braeden
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Meg Masters
Additional Tags: Bisexual Dean Winchester, Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - High School, Coming Out, classic literature, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, No beta we die like winchesters, But I did proofread like 10 times, Art to come, Charlie's mom is like top tier Jody level mom, Ace/Aro Spectrum Meg, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Fluff and Angst, Mostly Fluff
via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/VOdUk7M
February 09, 2023 at 04:38PM
#IFTTT#AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'#Destiel#ao3feed#ao3feed Destiel#Destiel fanfic#Dean Winchester/Castiel#Castiel/Dean Winchester#Dean x Castiel#Castiel x Dean
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Gross Otaku
Character: Leviathan from Obey me
Reader: Male
G: NSFW
Word count: 3,797
Masterlist
-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT-
Tags: degrading, humiliation, topReader, BottomLevi, teasing, slight FootJob, swearing, reader kinda of a ass
It wasn't rare for you to always find your way back into Levi's room. Most of the time you two ended up either playing video games or just watching a new series he was gushing over. You liked spending time with him, even though dealing with any of the demon brothers might be a pain, you had the same interests as the 3rd born Otaku, so it was easy for you two just to get along when he realizes you aren't just some normie trying to pretend to like his same interest. Might be one of the reasons he fell for you so easily from the start. You like the same things he did, and actually, we're into rambling about your shows with him.
But one of the things he didn't expect from you while playing online or any competitive game was to go full-on sailor on anyone who would start shit. Sure he already used to lobbies with people insulting each other and swearing, but it just hit different when it was you. A human full-on destroying other demons who would start insulting other players unprovoked. It was almost terrifying how you drag the filth into some of these guys with a few phrases and just roast them alive. Levi found it arousing, even though you were insulting and being a dig without mercy, sometimes he wanted to degrade him to the point of killing him with humiliation. But oh no, that will be way worse for him. What would his dearest friend think if they found out he was actually turned on by something like that?
A dirty Otaku who gets turned on by being called filth? Oh, he could never live past the day if it were to come. You for sure will never talk to him ever again and go for one of his brothers instead! That would be so unfair, Levi quickly brushes those thoughts away. Now wasn't the time to indulge in his fantasies, you were gonna be coming soon and he was almost done setting the table for your nightly gaming session. This time making sure that extra sodas and sweets were around as he sat up from the coshing on the floor. His computer place opposite to where yours was gonna be.
Levi was a sucker for this setup, both of you got matching PC covers and set and he just loves that you weren't far from his reach if he was to accidentally stretch his hands on the desk or his foot to brush against yours, it would be by the distance and he wouldn't get caught being weird. It was just so perfect in his little head. Already multiple scenarios were starting to reach upon his head to hear you knocking on the door. If you were to tease him or push him around, his mind always wonders about that somehow.
You quirk a brow as you open up the door. Levi standing in front of the table staring down on the light-up screen fail to notice you approach behind up. You notice the light blush on his cheeks as you stood behind him.
"watcha thinking about that got your face all pink like that?" You spoke, Levi screech as he jumps slightly at the sound of your voice. Face going Pinker as he lifted his arm up in a normal fashion to cover his face.
"Oi! W-what are you doing sneaking up to me like that?! Learn how to knock!" He blurted out as he steps back a bit. His leg hitting the table, you scoff back in return as you went around to put your PC down.
"I did, Maybe you would have heard me if you weren't spacing out like a dork" you flop down on the cushion on the floor. A groan passing your lips as you use your arms as support to look up at him.
"Oh..." He mumbled out, the pink on his face slowly calming.
"Yeah, Oh's right, Now come on and sit down I'm hype to start!" You motion a hand towards him.
He just sighs in response as he sat down. Levi's eyes glance up to you putting on your headphones as you got everything ready. You two already had planned before what games you will play and order, so far all of this was like normally scheduled game night. But still, a part of him felt embarrassed that you caught him spacing out while thinking about you. That just so uncool, Levi groans again as he started the match. Maybe he can just play this off and get in the zone when you two start playing. Ignore all about his stupid crush on you and about how close you are and how it will only take a bit for him to move his hand and- darn it Levi concentrate! He can let his fantasies of being with you ruin your relationship now.
Regardless of Leviathans inner monologue to fight back his thought, you on the other hand already notice he was shifting in his spot. You caught on time to time on this, but just brush it off as one of his anxieties tics so you put not much thought into it. Now as you two play a few rounds, everything seemed to go as normal. A few normal lobby encounters here and there. Until the last round of your match, there was this one guy just shit-talking for no reason and everyone was starting to get annoyed at this point. Levi could see your eye twitching from his spot the more this guy kept talking. Just a few more minutes and it would be over and you'll two will move on to the next game.
"You guys suck, what the fuck even is that shot dude? Crappy aim and a shit load of fuc-"
"Man shut up already, I get it, you don't have any friends and no one likes you at home. Your mom gotta deal with her shitty unemployed son living in her basement who doesn't shower. No one wants to hear how fucking pathetic your life is under all those big words buddy so how about you shut your pipe already?" You spat venom in each word as you kept on playing. Levi's eyes darted back up at you, face flushing pink quickly at your words. The guy got caught up in his words at your sudden outburst.
"man you shut the fuck up-"
"see? There you go only using curse words because your vocabulary is so limited. God you're so... pathetic, why don't you do us all a favor and stuff your mouth with one of those overuse sex toys in your room since you clearly never touch anyone before in your life" you said in a mocking tone, it was so clear against Levi's ears, he finds it unfair that you were saying all those things to some random dude and not him, his practically all those things you just said. He bit down on his lip as he shifted on his spot.
The people in the lobby commented their "ooh" and "damn" a few admitted how weirdly sexy your voice was while insulting the guy who was just mumbling cusses at you now.
"awe what's wrong? To shame to admit you're a gross stuck up who hides behind that overly big mouth of yours?" You let out a chuckle as you took the last kill of the game. "Fucking weirdo" you blurted out as you lean back while stretching your arms. Levi stares intensely at his screen. God, it was so so unfair that you talk like that right in front of him. He completely froze in his place as his eyes tried not to look down at the tent in his sweat pants.
Dammit
"jeez, could you believe that guy Levi? What a pain in the ass...huh your score went down in the last few minutes" you mumble out as you took a sip from your soda. Eyes trying to look over at the Demon whose head was looking down at the screen.
"hmm-hmm" he hummed back a response. His mind was going crazy as he prayed you didn't notice. Maybe if he just didn't move you'll just ignore him or he'll turn invisible by pure luck! Yeah Levi that's a great idea. You squinted your eyes at the top of his head. Shifting in place you stretch your leg under the table to push him slightly.
"Oi, Levi you gonna talk back to me-wow!" you pull your foot back as soon as you felt the hard tent between your sock. Eyes shotting open as Levi let out a surprise screech/moan as he jolted from his spot at your sudden actions.
Both of you froze as his eyes finally met yours, his face flush bright red as you stare in disbelief as you realize what you just felt by accident. You didn't mean it though, you were just gonna push him by the leg not shove your whole foot between his legs.
" w-wait y/n I c-can ex-explain! This so uncool, it's yo-your fault I didn't I mean I was-" Levi became a stuttering mess as he got caught. Your face going blank as you glance down the table to see that he was hard. You press your lips together in a thin line. Your expression on readable made it worse for the Otaku trying to make up any poor excuse on the spot. A hummed left your throat as your foot made contact with his hard-on again, just that this time you put full pressure as his hands flew down to grab your ankle as he let out a choked whine at your sudden action.
"W-what are you doing?!" He exclaims, humiliation washing over him as he made little effort to push your foot away as he didn't dare look back up at your penetrating gaze.
"My fault? You said it was my fault? How are you popping a Boner while in the middle of our game my fault Levi?" You scoff as you place a hand under your cheek as your elbow resting on the table. Levi panted as he tried to make a fail attempt to push his foot away. Face burning with embarrassment at two heavy his breath got against his chest.
The friction was about to be his guilty pleasure as you rubbed your foot up and down. A small pathetic whine leaving Levi's mouth as you press forward into his shaft. The sound of your chuckle made his whole body shake as you took another sip of your drink.
"wow, you really are enjoying this huh? Even though you're a demon and you could easily push me off, you just letting me step on your hard-on just like that?" Your eyes glance down, his feet reaching your side of your thighs as Levi legs feet and stretch. Your hands took a hold of his ankles and pull him closer as your feet press dangerous painful against his pants. Another scoff passing your lips as you watch his back arch at your sudden action. A shaky moan passing his lips as he finally looked up to you.
"so tell me, Levi, what was it that got you like this? You thinking about your anime girls or...." He quickly averted his eyes, a hand flying over to cover his face as he shook slightly, your previous motions stopping as you figure out.
"you got turn-on by me insulting that loser?" You let out a laugh as he tried squirming away. A quiet "n-no" reaching your ears as you retreat your foot and stood up. Making your way over to tower, Levi, as you looked down at him with your hands on your pockets.
"well?" You asked quietly, your voice dropping as you could see the corner of his eyes tear up as he refuses to look at you.
"i-I'm sorry I know I'm gross, I'm just a gross Otaku-" oh there he was, his normal phrase. You crouch down his height as looked at him. He quickly shut up, he was embarrassed to a godly extent but he would be lying that this wasn't making him hornier. I mean this practically one of the many ways he imagines you would take him. Humiliating him just like this, but the fact that you just touch him was already enough to make his mind start to go hazy.
"Yeah you're right, you are a gross Otaku, one that got turn-on by me insulting some guy, or were you just imagining that would be you? Hhm Levi?" You took a hold of his chin to make him look at you, his face felt warm against your fingertip as he bites down on his lip. It was hard for you not to strip him down and take him with that look on his face. But self-control is key in this current situation, and you were determined to see how far you could get.
"y-...yes.." he whispers out. A smile grew on your face as you pulled him closer.
"you know... you're really fun to tease, I wonder how far you letting me get away with this, look how pathetic your acting for a demon..." you breathe out, your lips barely grazing his as one of your hands rubs his thigh, legs close instantly as your palm press against his boner and your fingers dig down into his covered hole. A loud whimper passing his lips as you brought him for an eager kiss.
The hand holding his chin now on the back of his head as you pulled him closer. Teeth clashing between the heated kiss as Levi's hands hold onto your shoulders. Moans passing freely from his throat as his eyes shoot open wide. Body becoming warm as your hand-kept teasing and rubbing his covered cock. He felt already weak with what was going on, everything felt like was going on so fast and rough but was crabbing more and more by the second. The taste of the sweet you were eating prior still lingers in your mouth as you lick again his lips. His jaw going slack as he opens his mouth for you. Another breathy moan left his lips as he felt your hot tongue enter his mouth. This was what Levi was dreaming about and even more.
He gripped on your shoulder as you pulled away. Now both hands stopping your assault as you force him to lay down on the cushions scatter around the floor. Moving both his legs to straddle yours as you started taking off your shirt. If it was even possible Levi's face went redder as he stares at your torso in awe, a smirk rose to your lips as you grip the edge of his shirt and jacket.
"what? Enjoying the show you gross Otaku?" This time it was your turn to let out a groan as you grinded against his groin. You were already hard with all this foreplay, your breathing was starting to hitch against your throat. Levi whined at your words, his slender fingers fumbling around to get desperately rid of his clothes. Your teasing and words already had him in state at this point and you enjoyed how easily he was crumbling to them.
A low sigh passes your lips, your hips rocking against him slowly as your eyes trail up his chest, he was slim but still fit. Both your hands trailing up his bare skin until reaching his already hardening nipples. You lean down and kiss between his chest as you grinded harder against him. Quiet moans passing his lips as he covers his face as he still peeks over to look at your actions. Embarrassment written all over his cute flustered face had you smiling slightly before trailing higher as you left a trail of kisses. A shaky moan passes his throat as you licked up, your lips meeting their way up to his earlobe and nibbling it.
"you like it when I tease you, Levi?" You asked quietly, a moan In a response made you stop grinding. You wanted to hear him say it, god you needed him to be a good boy and admit that he's gross for being turn on like this. Levi shooked his head as he gripped your shoulders, he feels the outline of your cock against his sweat pants and he felt like he was melting on the spot with how close it.
"y-yes.." he whispers out, he tried grinding his hips pathetically to make you continue.
"you like it when I call gross? Hmm? You wanted this whole time to point out how nasty you are for being an Otaku who's choices to gets stuck at home?" Your tongue swirls the back of his ear before biting it.
He arches his back as his grinding became desperate. A loud cry left him as hold into you. He couldn't control how hot his body was feeling, he felt like he was gonna burst if you didn't keep touching him.
"y-yes! I like it, I love it when you call me gross, and I r-really need you to fuck me and put me in my place now! Please d-don't stop Y/n!" He kicks his legs as he shouted. Your eyes winded as you pulled back to look at him, tears falling down his face as his breathing became a mess. Your thumb brushing it off as you lean down to kiss all over his cheek gently as your free hand pulls his waist up to get rid of his sweats and underwear in one go. A sigh of relief passing Levi's lips as his length press against his lower stomach.
"Jeez, your so needy for my cock is makes you look pathetic Baby" you chuckled, truth be told that your heart was beating against your chest widely. You pulled down your pants, the cold air hitting your dick made you shiver slightly as you kick the clothes out of the way. Levi's hands flying over to cover his mouth as you spread his legs apart even wider.
You swallow hard, the view almost made you dizzy as his hole clench around nothing as it glistens with his wetness. A brow crock up as you press a finger inside of him slowly, it sucked you in eagerly as Levi moan loudly.
"How are you this dripping wet down here? You look like a bitch in heat or is that something Demons go through?" You bite your lip as you push another finger in with ease, pumping them fast with how eager he was taking your hand.
"h-hm, oh f-fuck, um uh ye-yes?" Levi squeaks out the answer as he holds into the cushion under him. Your fingers felt so good, he for sure felt like he was on cloud 9, he was craving so much more than your fingers but even with them, he was falling apart.
"hmm, that should be interesting when it comes heh" you press your fingers upwards, hitting his prostate with so much ease it almost amazes you how loud he screams just by that, as he threw his head back. You let out a whistle as you pulled your fingers away from his aching hole. Another whine left him at the absence of your digits, he almost came just by that.
"quit whining, If you wanted me to fuck you" you hiss out, your cock press against his dripping hole was making it twitch. Levi looked back down, eyes glossy as he lifted his legs to his chest as he holds them for you. One of your hands made it to his waist as the other hold your cock, slapping it against him before thrusting yourself halfway in without warning.
Both of you groan loudly as you stood still, he was tight no matter how much he was leaking. He was clenching down on you hard, Levi could feel his mouth water as you push the rest of your cock in his tight hole. He could feel every vein pulsating inside of him, that pre-cum was leaking out his tip. He curses loudly as you pulled back and thrust back into him. Starting with a fast speed as your hips snap against him every time.
"f-fuck your tight, you practically sucking me in" you groan loudly as you grip on his waist, the smacking sound of both your flesh hitting against each other vibrating against the whole room as Levi said your name like a mantra. It felt so good, he felt like he was going to pass out with how good you were fucking him. He didn't want anything but your cock to stuff him full.
"w-what's wrong? You little anime waifu can't fuck you as good as my cock?" You hiss out. "M-mh a-ah fuck n-no! I only want your cock, fuck I only want you to stuff me like this all the time" Levi screamed as he panted between each thrust, you were not slowing down at all. Each time thrusting into the bundle of nerves that was about to make him snap and tip over. His mouth hanging open as drool fell down and his eyes cross, God you thought it was the hottest shit ever.
"Good, good little Otaku, Be good and cum all over yourself like the gross nerd you are- fuck" you moan as you fell on top of him, you never been this riled up. Your hips never stopping once as you kept thrusting harder into his aching hole. Levi's hand made their way up to your face and kiss you roughly. Drowning each other moans as you kept abusing his poor prostate until he came over you and his stomach. A loud cry left his lips as you kept thrusting into him trying to reach climax. Your lips silencing his cries as you gave one final thrust, pressing deep into him as you cover his inside white.
Both of you panted loudly as you regain your breaths. You pulled away slowly, both of you hissing at the feeling as you rolled over next to him. Now staring into the ceiling as your brains process your previous actions as your panting quiet down. You sat up, whipping your forehead as you looked back at him. His face still flushed as you brought your hand to push his bangs off his face.
"you look gross and sweaty, let's take a shower" you blurt out leaning down to kiss his cheek before standing up. Levi covers his face once again as he rolled over.
"This...is so unfair" he breathed out.
"yeah yeah I love you too, but like seriously, we need to shower you made a mess".
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Im super interested in your idea of reader being a District 12 Mentor and being the only person ol lovely Haymitch trusts 👀👀 i wld like to request at least one fic pls sir 🙏🙏
Like, I imagine R also won through some way that the President Snow took as "rebellion", and faced the same tragedy as Haymitch. I personally love the idea of R being a gatherer before being reaped, and they had developed a prior immunity to the same poison berries that Katniss & Peeta ate, just from (accidentally?) eating them several times,, kinda like exposure therapy lol. Maybe R won by befriending everyone and getting them to eat the berries. Pseudo-pacifist victor? Lmao
Haymitch and R tag-team mentoring the tributes from District 12, and even though none of them make it out of the arena alive , R keeps mentoring even when Haymitch gives up hope, bc he wants them to have a fighting chance. Id love to see some sort of "get it together, dammit" talk
You dont need to include anything from this if you want lol, this is just my own HCs. Id love anything from you, my good sir! Soz for the long ask akdbdksn
Okay so sorry for this taking so long to respond but I love this idea! Nightlock berries probably wouldn't be a great fit since they're intensely poisonous and entirely fatal. Also this ended up turning into a full-blown fic here all on its own so take this as just backstory for the Mentor!reader lol
But okay, so like, Haymitch and the Mentor being like, terse allies at first. Probably the Mentor has been a victor for around 16 or 17 years, the winner of the 58th Hunger Games. Is probably like ten years younger than Haymitch. But like imagine getting Reaped and this 24 year-old man ends up deciding that you're probably not going to win. He's still handsome and muscular, although he's started to get a beer gut and his gray eyes have started to dull. He's been a victor for 8 years now. He's seen 16 kids die and felt the guilt of their deaths. He might even have been your first crush. And you get to the Capitol, scared out of your wits... and when he starts helping the girl you came to the Capitol with, you know that you're completely alone in this world. He gives you token support, but you know he's already picked who he'll support.
It's almost freeing, in a way. Knowing that you have no chance. There's no fear anymore for you. You glut on the Capitol's rich food, enjoying whatever you can of life's sparse pleasures before it is all taken from you. You laugh with Caesar Flickerman and his perma-grin (this year his suit and hair are dyed a vibrant green) and... you establish yourself as a personality. The Capitol likes you because you have charm. Wit. Serenity. You barely even mention the Games in your interview, which charms the citizens, and makes your opposition nervous about your nonchalance.
You dart into the rocky savannah landscape at first sound of the horn, escaping the Cornucopia bloodbath - but your next move shocks the viewers - you immediately call out to the District 4 boy who charged off in the same direction as you, and you wave for him to follow you. He's so confused - he has no idea what you're trying to do, but you simply raise your hands and say he can kill you if he wants... but wouldn't you two do better together? He knows he brings nothing to the alliance - he's not prepared for this landscape, he excels at fishing, not foraging in a dry grassland, but he knows he has no better options.
You charm a District 7 girl into joining the alliance and the three of you take the Capitol by storm, and the Gamemakers by surprise. You win their loyalty by forging food on days when your foraging and hunting runs short - your glutting at the Capitol gave you just enough extra body fat to be comfortable. She comes up with the idea to call each other by District number. To avoid getting attached. Eventually it becomes certain that they have to take the three of you to the end because even though none of you have actually killed anyone, and even though you flee at any sign of combat, your genuine friendship is just so compelling - and the President must ensure that it is seen to be divided when all the chips are down. District 7 and 4 send sponsor gifts to the three of you - Haymitch sends you nothing, until your counterpart from 12 appears in the sky.
Four likes to read whatever he can get his hands on when he isn't on the fishing boats. He likes the color green so much his older brother made him a bracelet from it. He gives you that bracelet one night, hand holding yours as though it's the only thing that exists. Seven whittles little figures for her little sisters. Her eyes go dull when she mentions her youngest sister has started to play Hunger Games with them. She was going to be married, she mentions. To a girl. Their families were both merchants and it would have helped them lower prices for the poorer in their District.
The Careers hunt you down, they kill the boy from 4 before turning on each other like wild dogs, and you and the girl from 7 make it to a rocky plateau just before the sky opens up and floods the entire savannah, making a beautiful setpiece for a final confrontation. You never learned his name. Even when they tell you later his name is Adon, you still think of him as Four.
She'll kill you, you have no doubt of that. The boy from 4 kissed you in the night, under a blanket where the cameras couldn't see. Whispered words of love under artificial stars and could barely keep from touching you, wanting as much contact as possible, knowing one of you would be gone in a matter of days. He might have spared you, forced the Gamemakers to intervene.
She won't. She has no choice. Her district, her girlfriend, her sisters - all are counting on her. She can't swim, and you aren't sure you can do well in this flood. There will be no running.
And then you tell her your name. Her eyes go dull. She hefts her spear and screams at you. Orders you to fight. Begs you to. Because she knows that if she kills you, if you don't defend yourself, it doesn't matter anymore. That she will always think of it as murder.
Before you can stop her she turns and throws herself into the water. Two minutes pass before the final cannon rings, and everything feels far away when they call your name and say the word Victor.
You could hate Haymitch for how he treated you but you feel so empty inside. You can't even cry. After you are checked out, your fluids and nutrients replenished, your scars erased, all you can do is just put your face into Haymitch's neck and let him hold you. You can't sob. You can't scream. The only thing you do is shake, violently and jerkily, as he tries to hold you still. Tears will come later. Sobs and screams and nightmares and this empty feeling will never really seem to go away.
And it doesn't end. You become the tribute who never threw a single blow, a legend in the capitol and a warning for the Gamemakers not to let it happen again. Your wit and charm again save you - you are beloved of the Capitol and of Caesar and they don't want to let you go. There are cries to make you a commentator at the next Games, but you're only turning sixteen and you've experienced things that would destroy someone twice your age. You are not unpunished. Like Haymitch before you, they kill everyone you've ever loved. Everyone else distances themselves from you. You are alone.
Except for Haymitch. Over the next 16 years you both are mentors for the tributes from Twelve. And you see him drink more, his cynicism turn to bitterness. You watch him as he gives up. When you turn twenty you move to the Capitol instead, living there, attending parties, returning to Twelve only to collect the tributes. You hate it there. Everything is grey. Everyone has given up.
In the Capitol there is vibrancy, there is life. There are people you can charm and outwit and bend to your will so that they'll give fortunes to save the kids you desperately try to keep alive. As long as Haymitch picks first you don't feel as guilty - you're just protecting the one left behind, not trying to indirectly kill off 23 other children. In a way you've given up, too. Maybe you gave up back when Haymitch first abandoned you. Maybe when Four died - you still wear his bracelet every day. Maybe when you and Haymitch lost both your tributes at the Cornucopia - you remember having to wash the vomit out of Haymitch's hair after the bender he went on that time. You don't drink. Maybe you're disgusted with him. Maybe you just want to punish yourself by never allowing your senses to be dulled to the pain.
Effie collects you from your apartment to prepare to make the journey to Twelve and you spend a moment checking that you're still you. And there, under the decade and a half of age and worry, under the silken suit with its neon trim, under the shakiness of your hands that has never left since you returned to District Twelve to find your mother's mouth overflowing with white rose petals and her hands filled with nightlock berries, under it all, it's still you. A sixteen-year-old pacifist who still thinks they could die at any moment. Because you've never really left the arena, have you? Every day is still a fight for survival, and not just for you.
Ladies and gentlemen, let the 74th Annual Hunger Games commence.
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aaaahhhhhh congratulations on 300 miss ducky !! could i get a drabble of matsuhana and 20 from the five word list where hanamaki has been locked in the bathroom all day after getting rejected from all the jobs he interviewed for ?? thank you !! if not that ship, you can do iwaoi & the same number where oikawa’s insecurities get the best of him ??
ATE ILYSM THABK YOU!!!!
I DONT KNOW MATSUHANA THAT WELL BUT I CAN DO SOME FRESH IWAOI
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Nowhere To Go, But Up
Ships: Hajime Iwaizumi x Tooru Oikawa
Warnings: Just a very sad and self destructive Oiks
Prompt: Above, and: “Hey, have you been crying?”
Tags: General Taglist: @lisiwalker, @rebloging-everything, @fushigum, @koushismatchalatte, @littlebbyleesfw
Tooru sighed dejectedly, before pelting the ball he was caressing into the wall of the Aoba Josai gym. He served 250 times, set 250 times and practice 250 dumps.
It still wasn’t good enough.
Why isn’t it ever enough?
The brown haired setter stomped over to the ball to pick it up, and to place it back in the caddy. Unfortunately, since he was so fixated on the object, he failed to notice the small water bottle he managed to stamp directly on. The pressure from his heel caused the cap to fly off and its contents to flood into the floor, right in front of the ball caddy.
“God damnit.” Oikawa muttered as he gritted his teeth. He gently lifted his heel to examine the object more gently, noticing its complete emptiness.
The brunette felt his throat tighten, his eyes burn and his fingers began to tremble.
Why wasn’t he good enough?
As he began to walk away, his foot caught in the puddle and he lost his balance. He felt both feet leave the floor as he slipped and fell, knocking over all of the volleyballs.
“Shit!” He cursed as he rubbed his, now aching, hip- bone. Upon touching the cloth of his pants, he noticed they were completely soaked. A frustrated roar ripped from his throat, filling the air.
The doors to the gym opened, revealing Iwaizumi. He had been planning to tell Oikawa to go home for some time, but he knew his best friend. Then his eyes focused, and he saw Tooru. The setter was leaned back against the floor, completely surrounded by water. His teeth were gritted and he was just short of bursting into tears. Hajime rushed to his side, dropping his gym bag on the floor quickly.
“Hey have you been crying? What’s wrong?” Iwaizumi inquired gently, squatting down to meet his friend’s eye.
“Nothing, Iwa, I’m fine.” Tooru mumbles, smacking away the hand that was offered to him, and rising to his feet. He shoves his hands in his pockets and begins to trudge toward the dumped volleyballs.
“You don’t seem fine. Oikawa what’s-“
“I’m fine, Hajime.”
“Tooru-“
“I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE, DAMMIT.” The setter bellowed, turning to meet his teammate’s eye.
Iwaizumi stood dumbfounded. Oikawa is never that angry, never that emotional, never that... animalistic. The setter’s state continued to grow angrier, and yet there was a hint of remorse in his eyes. His eyes widened as he stared at Hajime, tears leaking out of them.
“God DAMN IT!” He suddenly growled, letting his fist collide with the padding of the gym wall.
There was instant regret from both parties.
“son of a b-“ Tooru carded his other hand through his hair, and slid down the wall of the gym. He began to whimper as he held the non-injured hand over his mouth.
Good ol’ rock bottom.
Tooru Oikawa had finally hit it.
The setter sat with his head rested uncomfortably against the rough padding, his entire backside was soaked from the accidental spill, and his hand was glued to his mouth.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m right here. Let’s get through this one together, yeah?” Iwaizumi asked in a gentle tone, kneeling down at the front of his friend’s eyes. He placed a caring hand onto Oikawa’s shoulder, immediately immersing him into a tight hug, “You’re alright, Tooru.” He whispered.
The setter began to lament, absolutely weeping into Hajime’s embrace. His sobs were loud and laced with pure frustration, as if he had been holding them in for quite some time.
“That’s right. Let it go.” Iwaizumi hummed, “You’re safe.”
Oikawa allowed himself to continue crying, since he figured it might help him relieve his anger. As he slowly calmed down, his boisterous cries were replaced by gentle tears with an occasional hiccup.
“I-Iwa... I just...” Oikawa managed to stutter out, “I’m- I’m so sorry.”
Hajime felt his heart shatter at the tone of his friend’s voice.
A dejected sob ripped from Tooru’s throat, “I’m sorry for never being enough...” he whispered.
“Oikawa, you know that’s not true.“ Iwaizumi argued, rubbing his friend’s back gingerly,
“It is, Iwa! When I was down on the floor, I had a memory of our match with Karasuno. That bastard Kageyama was standing over me like some kind of god, like I was just some side character in his book.”
“Tooru.” Hajime said blankly, pulling Oikawa out of the embrace and kneeling in front of him.
“Iwa why can’t I be like them? I have to work so hard to even consider-“
“I really wish you didn’t punch that wall.” Iwa stated coolly, “You split your knuckles. It really taints the beauty of your hands.”
He didn’t intend on this sudden change of topic, but he was glad it worked.
“I- Iwa.” The setter sniffled suddenly as his lips overturned into a gentle grin, “Y-you really think I have n-nice hands?”
“Would I have said it, if I didn’t mean it?” Iwaizumi replied casually, picking up the red-painted hand.
Hajime toyed with Tooru’s hand for a short while. He traced the lines on it, ran his fingers gingerly over the back of it, massaged his thumbs into the padding of its palm, then finally laced his fingers into its.
“H-Haji.”
“Shut up. Just-“
“...I love you.”
Iwaizumi’s eyes widened. A slight, patient, smile painted across his expression, “I love you too, Tooru. We’ll talk about that in a minute. For now, let’s talk about what you’re feeling.”
The setter rested his head on Hajime’s shoulder, feeling much more secure, and comforted. He definitely knew who to go to when he got like this.
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No Spider Lilies : I
|| Act 2 of The Snapping ||
A/N: Ara? What’s this? I never thought I’d find myself wanting to actually re-end this accidental series dksjsn but...I wasn’t satisfied and frankly I’m craving an even more sorrowful route. Who knows? After all...this all deviates from the main story line in game. As usual I shall provide any necessary trigger warnings to ensure a safe reading for you all 💙🌒💙. Pleas tell if you want to be part of a tag list for the next parts. I’ll be using my past tag list as basis but if you don’t wanna be tagged next time don’t hesitate to tell me ^ ^.
Tagging: @starshiningsirius @dittoqueeno @thatweirdomidas @bnhastakenover
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And when death do them part…
...would it really fulfill that cruelty?
Storm clouds formed high above, raindrop cascading down on everything on the face of the earth indiscriminately. The residents of that lamenting house deep in the Devildom never really cared for such details lest it concerned them and their doings directly. At least...that was when they didn’t know how to care, so what happened?
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The records...the way the aged parchment felt in the exchange student’s hand just signified the reality of the parchment’s contents. No excuse can dismiss such news, especially one of this degree… They could barely speak in the moment, a few deafeningly silent minutes passed before they peered up at the Devildom prince’s own butler.
“I...thank you Barbatos…”
Their gratitude was much more meaningful than at face value, the scale of the revelation they had just received isn’t something to be taken lightly and since it especially concerns them, well…
“I trust that you’re taking all of it in?... I can only imagine how you feel right after...certain prior events.”
They both knew what the time bonded demon was referring to, after all it was him who escorted them to their new place of residence for the rest of their stay here at the Devildom. Hah..that was already two months ago. Now that they thought of it...Barbatos have always been there for them huh? The reveal...the dorm transfer requesting...and now this. Whether it was due to his time related prowess or sheer coincidence which- they honestly dismissed after everything that has come to play- the human was grateful.
“Yeah...I think...I’m actually thankful for this”
Barbatos blinked for a good few good seconds before arching a brow at their proclamation. Thankful? Does the human not know what the contents make of them? His confusion was brought to a close when MC casually waved the parchment, it’s sounds accompanied by the night wind that whizzed past the two in front of Purgatory Hall.
“I feared the worst, humans tend to...be easily toppled by the unexpected per se...Then again you are the great exception”
“Eheh I’m honored you hold me in high regard. Because it’ll make my next proposal a bit easier”
And yet again, the butler’s confusion returned, proposal? Well after everything that has spiraled leading up to where they stand it honestly wasn’t that far fetched to him, so with an affirmative nod he gestured for them to continue.
“Hearing of it won’t hurt, what is it you wish then?”
He didn’t miss the way MC’s lips tugged upward in subtle relief. The human’s gaze quickly flickered back to the contents of the parchment and without looking up they spoke.
“Can I count on you if I need to make a wretched departure?”
De...parture? He had a hunch but he needs more context…
“In what sense does this departure fall on for you to need my assistance?”
“Hm...a departure that looks grimmer to those you choose to be grim to.”
The two turned their heads to thewhite haired sorcerer. An ever knowing smirk on his expression as he stood there arms crossed. How long has he been eavesdropping? Not that MC minded...after all they’ve grown to actually trust the shady sorcerer along with the other two angelic residents of Purgatory Hall.
“Truth be told, I've been conducting research of my own… and to a pleasant surprise it seems my lead was not entirely off!”
Childish tone aside, his gaze showed no sign of jest nor kid. In one flick of his finger the old parchment apparated within Solomon’s grasp. And if possible the smug aura on his features grew twofold along with an amused chuckled escaping his parted lips. My oh my did he always manage to come so close yet far..
“Would you believe me if I said I was prepared to act on my pact in the making of this negotiation?”
“Fufufu I do believe that we’re still in the phase of hearing this proposal... I have yet to bestow a verdict so you shouldn’t speak so mightily Solomon.”
“And if I may continue..”
..
…
…..
“...I see…”
The sheer collateral damage at stake is something of its own degree when not tended to with precise caution. He's only delivered the news tonight and yet it was as if they’ve been concucting such a proposition for a considerable amount of time. Then again...the sorcerer did mention doing his own antics regarding the subject.
“With all that said...Barbatos, will you lend us a hand or a place at blade point?”
His shoulders rose and fell with the seconds that passed before he gave a slow curt nod at the two humans.
“Hm… if it means something, the young Lord did vow behind closed doors that he shall keep all the exchange students safe no matter what it may cost...and seeing as it will technically align with my duties..”
A chorus of amused laughter spilled from the magicless human, lips curled into a grin whilst the sorcerer could only let out a chuckle or two.
“Barbatos, I thank you. I know you won’t state it as is but, your help is very much appreciated”
“It really is, and it puts me at ease knowing I have you on our side in this whole issue…”
“If I may...I’d like to evaluate this more into much prefaced details. Would it be alright if we were to properly prepare this? After all...this especially concerns you, MC”
Said human gave an affirmative nod as their hands clasped behind their back, fiddling with their own exposed fingers as the late night breeze passed the three of them yet again.
“It’s best we all retire...who knows what’ll happen if we idle out here any longer, an interesting sight to see this particular roster of residents out of premises at this hour noh?”
“Point taken...well we’ll see you next time Barb”
“Yes...I bid you two a good evening and a hopefully peaceful night.”
A wish so innocent yet truthfully hard to attain...especially with the cruel revelation that brought the three of them together in the first place. They should learn to tread carefully from here on out. At least...that’s what Solomon thought. That same night breeze had passed the gardens, among which were multiple blossoms yet to bloom, all but one crimson lily...
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And from a starry night it all flickers to that unforgiving herd of rain clouds, their own right of sorrow spiraling along with those that received their cold moist. If followed...those raindrops fall onto someone crouched form, in front of a chipped tombstone amidst any ordinary cemetery that lays barren with the weather.
A lone umbrella covered the crouched form, rendering any other incoming rain from soaking the tuft of white hair any further. Mammon didn’t need to look up and see who it was offering cover. Levi didn’t care whether he himself got wet and frankly not even the rain water on his skin put him at any ease whatsoever. No one could be comforted at this point… And whatever it was to put the usually bickering brothers in such hushed silence…
“We gotta get going y’know…”
“...five more mins…”
“Lucifer is getting restless the more you push your luck-“
“Then let him dammit”
Levi didn’t even bother questioning his brother's lack of fear for the first born. Normally he would’ve made fun of it but… when his orange hued gaze fell on to what was even engraved on the chipped tombstone. It didn’t sit right with him, heck it didn’t sit right with any of them. And who could blame them...the guilt crawling on their backs never left when they saw them leave the House of Lamentation. At some point they thought of...eventually getting closure, some of them even had plans.
But now they won’t be able to attain such desirable closure, not when...they aren’t there to listen to their pathetic pleas.
A good few distance away from them was the Avatar of Wrath, observing all of his brothers from the side as he always had. His eyes flickered to each of their situations, emerald orbs not letting a single twitch of an eye nor brow going unnoticed. If allowed to be honest, he found them all utterly pathetic… and he’s already filtered out most dark thoughts that have plagued his mind. Besides, they deserved this, this torment didn’t compare to what those on the opposite end of their mistakes felt. He had every right to speak of so. Thankful for the cover the rain provided he took a sharp step to the side, turning his whole body to the other direction that had garnered a scoff of attention from the the laxer twin.
“..where are you going?”
Hearing Belphie’s question had Satan stop monetarily in his tracks, and without looking back at him he muttered a quick ‘somewhere’ before resuming his strides towards the direction of the cemetery gates.
Belphegor watched the blonde's figure go farther from where he stood, turning his attention back to his twin with a numb look on his features.
“It’s odd…”
A brow was raised at the sudden statement, but at the same time he completely understood what the glutton meant.
Their eyes setting sight on the tombstone mammon and Levi were idling in front of… ‘ A beloved friend and family’ written on the very same tombstone. MC’s full name carved elegantly on its face that used to seem so unreal when they first arrived but, the longer the twins looked the more it actually sank into them.
The human is dead.
Lilith’s descendant is dead.
Beel couldn’t even manage to stomach his food, he knew there was something off when he felt a sudden snuff of energy in the atmosphere that day. Not only him but all of them did...and to think it was actually this.
The guilt kept stacking.
But hidden in their walls of guilt the fourth brother allowed himself to be led towards the cemetery gates, left to his own grim thoughts he couldn’t help but to wonder if..all this will be for the better or for the worse… and in a fraction of a second he was snapped out of his thoughts. The flicker of a shadow barely registering in his peripheral vision..
.hah...
...He wished them all goodluck
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Me, a few months ago:
I’m a clown I know-
As always y’all know the drill, just say if any of you wanna be tagged in the next part ^ ^.
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If you could, can you please write JayTim or RoyTim (whichever one you want) trying to be romantic and woo Tim (maybe with some puns, I love puns), but Tim is a bit oblivious towards it, because the other is so cool, therefore they must be trying to make friends and be nice with him and nothing more. So when he does finally realize its an italicized "Oh" moment.
Hi lovely!! Thank you for waiting so patiently for this fill. I... ended up making it JayRoyTim, I hope that's okay? It just fit so well, but I can totally write something else with JayTim or RoyTim for you if you want :)
Also, it turned out to be about pick-up lines more than wooing, sorry. I might’ve gone overboard with googling the puns. It's long enough that I put it on ao3, too. What's your username on there? Then I'll gift it to you.
if you were a transformer (you’d be optimus fine)
“Well, here I am.”
Tim looks up, utterly confused. “I didn’t call for you, but… that’s… great?”
Roy waggles his eyebrows. It looks faintly disturbing. Redheads should maybe not do that. Or, actually, Tim revises mentally, thinking of literally every other redhead Dick ever dated—that’s just Roy. “What are your other two wishes?”
“Coffee and some silence to finish working this case?”
Roy looks weirdly deflated at that, but he does get him some coffee. Tim soon forgets about it.
—
(“How’d it go?”
“Does obliviousness run in the family?”
“Yes. Yes it does. Have you met Bruce?”
“…okay, fair. Your turn next.”)
—
“Jason? What’re you doing here?”
Sure, Jason and Roy have been spending a lot more time in Gotham lately. Something to do with a case, Tim assumes. Maybe even with the one that they worked on together in Star City five months ago?
Anyway. They’ve been around, is what Tim is saying. Not at the manor, but at Tim’s apartment and his workspace, cause apparently it’s not worth rebuilding their safe house after it went up in flames, and Bruce and Damian are too often at Dick’s place. He’s not exactly surprised to see either of them anymore. (Pleased, yes. But not surprised.) However, Tim has no fucking clue why Jason is currently grinning at him from the other side of the library desk.
At least Tim has the good sense to check his name tag before he gasps: “Jason?”
“Oh, hey, Tim.” Jason’s grinning. “Guess you figured out my new job, huh?”
“Yeah.” Tim shakes his head. “Color me surprised.” So this is what Jason’s spending his days doing. He’s gotta be shadowing someone, right? Tim’ll ask him tonight.
“I’ve always liked this place.” Jason’s gaze is far away for a moment. Tim badly wants to know what he’s remembering. Then the older man seems to come back to himself and gives Tim a weird—maybe angry?—look. “It’s a good thing I’m a librarian, too, cause I’m totally checking you out.”
“Alright, I can take a hint.” Tim grabs his book and demonstratively walks over to the self-service scanners. Really. How rude.
—
(“Are you telling me he managed to resist you in your cardigan?”
“Apparently.”
“Aww. C’mere, babe.”)
—
So Roy blows things up all the time. No, really, Tim now totally understands why Dick was so happy when he heard the duo is camping out at Tim’s place for a change. His older brother even gave Tim a thumbs-up, for God’s sake. He must’ve known.
Cause yeah, there’s at least one explosion every two days. Or Roy dropping something cause he’s too focused on what he’s thinking to remember what his hands are doing. Or something dropping on him. Jason seems used to it; he just catches whatever it is or laughs at Roy. Tim… is starting to learn to do the same, actually. Whatever Roy comes up with at that moment is usually worth it, and besides, he’s kinda adorable.
Aaaaaaanyway. (He’s using that word a lot in his own thoughts right now. Almost as if he’s avoiding thinking about something. Hmm.) Tim’s not surprised when Roy walks into a room, stumbles, and slaps a hand over his eyes with a dramatic exclamation.
Tim, in shorts and not much else cause he got drenched in pollen earlier, just raises an eyebrow. “Alright, Roy?”
“Nope.” Roy’s hand is still covering his face, but Tim can still see his grin underneath. “I’m gonna need your name and phone number for insurance purposes.”
“Roy. You have both of these things,” Tim explains slowly, wondering if Roy sustained a brain injury or accidentally dosed himself on something. “And why insurance?”
“I was blinded by your beauty.”
God. Sometimes Tim wonders about the original Titans and their socialization for the two dudes if this is how they think making friends works. Then again, Kori, Donna, and Dick probably appreciated constant compliments about their beauty. It all makes sense. Roy must be so used to it that he even uses those same methods when someone unexceptional like Tim is around.
He smiles gamely. “I’m looking forward to hearing that phone call. Must be almost as great as the time Bruce tried to convince his insurance company that Clark dropping on his car wasn’t an act of God because God is demonstrably not a Kryptonian. Neither was the giant ape punching Clark out.”
Roy drops his hand at that. “…Batman did what?”
—
(“You were doing so well, too.”
“I knoooow. How much more obvious can we get?”
“I dunno, but I intend to try.”)
—
“Do you like Star Wars? Because Yoda only one for me!”
“Haha. No. Star Trek or die.” Tim’s answer is automatic. He’s had these discussions soooo many times with Kon before. Of course Jason also goes for the space cowboy soap opera.
Besides, Jason’s boyfriend is standing right next to him. He doesn’t mean to sound flirtatious with Tim. Or maybe he does, and it’s just good fun? Or maybe teasing him? Tim can’t figure it out, but he knows he doesn’t like the weird hollow feeling he gets in his stomach when he thinks about it, so he changes the topic.
And makes both of them sit down to watch some classic Captain Kirk, of course.
—
(“Should I be insulted by that pick up line?”
“Nah. There aren’t that many lines that imply a polycule, though.”
A kiss. “Alright.”)
—
One of the things Jason and Tim have in common is their predilection for motorbikes and fiddling around with them. Not that makes them unique in the batclan; Tim has never spent days quietly working side-by-side with Dick, though, the way he does with Jason. They started out with separate projects. Then Jason saw this vintage Ducati at an abandoned warehouse he was about to blow up and, well… Would be a shame, right? Tim just happens to have had one of these before—regrettably lost to one of Harley’s exploding baseball bats—so he offers his expertise.
It’s not because it means bending over the engine with Jason, closer than they ever are, their hands brushing when they hand each other instruments. It’s not.
Roy doesn’t join them. He’s too polite to say so, but he finds normal cars and bikes boring af. Doesn’t stop him from popping his head into the garage and whistling when he sees that they are shirtless and covered in grease. It’s a damn good look on Jason, so Tim can’t fault him for that.
Roy follows it up with a: “Are you a parking ticket? Cause you got fine written all over you.”
Tim can’t help it; he blushes at the suggestive tone. Those two never stop flirting with each other, do they? So far, he has managed to avoid stumbling over them while they’re making out (not that they’re making that easy—the kitchen? Really?), and he’d like to keep avoiding that, thank you very much. He’s already feeling guilty enough for his fantasies as it is.
“Uh. I should clean up,” he mumbles and flees.
—
(“Dammit.”
“…do you think that was a rejection?”
“Nah. He was definitely checking me out before you came and fucked it up.”
“That’s saying something if you noticed it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”)
—
So Tim has magically acquired cat ears and a very fluffy tail. Don’t ask. They’re gonna go away in eight hours, and until then, he’s gonna stay in the cave and work himself to distraction. Jason seems intent on keeping him company, though.
(It’s nice. Tim loves hanging out with Jason—that’s not the problem. The issue is that Tim is looking ridiculous, and Jason is being nice about it, and none of this is helping his stupid crush go away.)
They’re absently chatting about nothing until Jason says: “Kinda a pity you’re a cat, though.”
Tim looks up. Huh? Admittedly, he never pegged Jason as the type to go for catboys (though maybe… he did hang out with Kyle… perhaps it’s just that he definitely doesn’t go for Tims), but that’s still a weird pronouncement.
Jason is grinning. “If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.” He pauses. “Wait. Like even more than you already are. Uh.”
Tim sighs. Great. And now Jason is making fun of him again. “Whatever.”
—
(“A chicken?”
“Shut up. I panicked.” A sigh. “He was so cute with these ears.”
“…yeah, he was.”)
—
“You must be tired. You’ve been running through my mind all night.”
“I’m not tired,” Tim says automatically. Why does everyone keep asking him that tonight? Surely the shadows under his eyes can’t be that bad? He used concealer!
Something in Roy’s expression softens. “Aww. C’mere.” He pats the space on the couch next to him, and when Tim sits down, Roy pulls him half of on top of him and into a hug. “Relax for a bit, little bird.”
Tim sinks into the embrace, boneless all of a sudden. Roy just has that effect on him. Tim vaguely remembers thinking of him as his oldest brother’s cool friend and then Jason’s cool boyfriend, kind of a fuckboy but clearly good for Jay.
Now? Now, Roy just makes him feel safe.
—
(“So you spent the night on the couch just so he could sleep in your arms?”
“Yeah. Totally worth it.”
“Duh.”
“I just wish we could do that with him every night. Bet he fits perfectly between us.”
“Yeah.”
A pause.
“We might have to up the ante or switch tactics.”)
—
They’re talking about their favorite books—Tim doesn’t read as much as Jason does, but they discovered a shared love of sci-fi weeks ago—when Tim says: “Actually, that book kinda reminds me of you.”
“Oh?”
“Overly dramatic but good.”
Jason makes an offended noise, and Tim grins.
“I’m not sure which part I should argue about first.” Jason pretends to think.
Tim is always down to tell Jason that fuck his self-perception—Jason is a good man, one of the best Tim knows; that also feels too revealing right now. Instead, he gets up from their comfortable position on the couch and grabs the first stack on the table, carrying them over to the shelves to replace the gaps. “What kind of book would I be?”
“Babe, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.”
“Annoying and no one reads it?” Tim asks without turning around, trying to ignore the babe. That’s. That’s gotta be a slip of the tongue, right? Force of habit from spending so much time with Roy?
“No, fine,” and the emphasis is clear this time. Jason continues before Tim can reply: “Though if we’re talking books…”
Tim whirls around. “Save it. You don’t have to make fun of me just because I—“He swallows down the words.
Jason looks alarmed. “Tim—“
As if he can smell trouble, Roy chooses that moment to enter the room. Tim has barely heard him approach, Jesus. He doesn’t want to have this argument in front of Roy, though, so he just stands there in the middle of the room. Jason, too, has stopped speaking.
Roy, of course, takes one look at the awkwardness and decides to make it worse. Or more confusing.
“Did you just come out of the oven?” he asks.
“As this isn’t Hansel and Gretel, no, I didn’t.” Tim checks his shirt, just in case this is an actual conversation opener and not just a weird attempt at a distraction. “Do I have soot on me?”
“Nope.” Roy shakes his head, and he’s smiling that smile again, the one Tim is startled to recognize, the one he thought is reserved only for Jason— “Because you’re hot.”
And finally, Tim gets it. “Me?”
“Yes, Tim.” Roy’s moving in closer. “You.”
There’s a soft touch to Tim’s shoulder, and Tim whirls around, expecting Jason to be mad, cause his boyfriend is—is hitting on Tim, right, that’s what’s happening, Jason can’t be happy—
Jason is smiling down at him. His hand is still resting on Tim’s shoulder, but it slides down to his collar bone, a gentle presence as he murmurs: “You’re so beautiful that you made forget my pick up line.”
Oh. Oh.
Tim says the first thing he can think of: “Are you a raisin?”
Jason starts grinning. “I’m not even gonna qualify that with an answer.”
Tim smiles back. “Cause you’re raising my hopes for a kiss right about now.”
And he gets one. And then another, and then Roy joins in, kissing Tim’s neck and then his mouth and—Yeah.
They’re too busy for any more pick up lines right now.
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Reversal
Sometimes Valerie wished she could show Phantom what it was like to be her. She doubted that he would care--the ghost only thought about himself--but the roleswap would at least annoy him, surely.
Prompt: Valerie, as the Red Huntress, is chasing Phantom and they end up both accidentally flying through the Fenton Ghost Catcher together. This causes Danny to end up with the hunter suit and Valerie to end up with ghost powers. (Optional: When Val goes ghost she still looks exactly like Phantom.)
Prompt by: @echoghost1 (who I can’t seem to tag?)
Word count: 3,846
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“Phantom!” she snarled, tugging on the mental connection between her and her hoverboard, trying to push just a little more speed out of it.
Ahead of her, Phantom’s tail inched further and further from her grasp. No matter how hard she pushed, he managed to be just a tad faster than her.
Infuriating is what it was. Sometimes she wished she could show him what it was like.
Not that he would care, of course. Despite his little hero act, Valerie knew that Phantom didn’t care about anyone but himself. The only thing a roleswap would do was annoy him. And that was if she followed the common assumption that ghosts could feel emotion at all, which she honestly kind of doubted.
The ghost dove, suddenly, and Valerie growled to herself. Trusting her suit to keep her locked onto the hoverboard, she leaned back, angling herself into a rolling movement to follow Phantom down the alley he’d disappeared into. This was her chance. In a straight flight she couldn’t catch Phantom, but in tight maneuvers she stood a chance.
Well, until he remembered he could go intangible, anyway.
Their chase continued through several more alleys, Phantom managing to keep frustratingly far ahead of her—they were too close in speed and maneuverability—until he seemingly disappeared. Or, that had clearly been his plan. At the far end of the alley Valerie entered, she could see him pressed flat against the wall, practically radiating ectoplasmic contamination.
Ha, and he thought his invisibility would save him here. Well, Valerie would let him believe that, if just for a moment longer. She kept flying towards him, not drawing back her speed; Phantom would assume that she was still chasing him down.
And, in a way, she was.
She kept herself turned forward, kept up the pretense that she couldn’t see him, until she was within a bodylength of him. And then…
Valerie lunged.
Her board retracted into the soles of her shoes, its engines giving her just that little boost she needed, and she collided with Phantom at full speed. Her arms, covered in the hard plating of her upgraded suit, wrapped around him, fingers digging into his soft ectoplasmic flesh.
Too often he’d gotten away from her, but now, now she knew how to catch him. No injury ever stopped him, but her armor? Her armor was phase-proof. As long as she held onto him, he couldn’t get away from her.
With one arm wrapped around Phantom’s neck, the other digging for purchase on his upper arm, Valerie went ahead and wrapped her legs around his waist too, making sure he couldn’t buck her off. For a moment, she was glad for the fact that it was the middle of the night, if only so no one could see the Red Huntress clinging onto Phantom’s back like a monkey.
And then they were falling.
“Val!” Phantom hissed, white-gloved fingers scrabbling over the arm around his throat even as he turned intangible. “Let go!”
“Fat chance, spook!” she snarled back, tightening her hold on him even further as they careened towards the ground. “I’ve finally got you!”
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice strained, as they closed the last of the distance to the ground— and then kept going.
Shit. Intangibility carried over.
“What was—” was all Phantom managed before they broke through the soil again, and Valerie caught a short glimpse of an underground room clad in shiny metal, before they hit their next obstacle.
Which, in hindsight, was probably the first clue that something was massively wrong. They hit an obstacle. While intangible.
This time, they hit the ground hard, Phantom wheezing out a grunt when she landed on top of him. She deliberated her hold on him for a moment, then rolled off, keeping just one hand wrapped around his upper arm.
Instead, she took a longer moment to look around the room Phantom had dragged them into. And, more importantly, the object they had flown through before they had hit the ground.
Her first impression of the room proved true, as it was, indeed, clad in shiny metal plates. As was the ceiling, and the solid floor they had hit. Most of the floorspace seemed to be taken up by equally metal tables, and it took only a moment for her to place them. Lab tables. They were in an underground lab.
Jerking her eyes back to the object they had phased through, Valerie grimaced. Yep, that looked like Fentonworks tech alright. A huge metal standard, topped off with a ring large enough for her and Phantom to fit through—as they obviously had—which was webbed with ecto-green netting. It must’ve shut down Phantom’s powers when he flew through it.
Great. Just great. Now she was down in the Fentons’ lab, forced to either attempt to stealthily break out without anyone noticing her, or let them claim Phantom—because they absolutely wouldn’t let her leave with him, and like hell she was giving up her catch to them.
Dammit, her best option was probably to get Phantom to phase them out of the lab again. He probably wanted to be here even less than her. Maybe the shorting out of his powers was just a brief thing.
Mind made up, she turned to confront him. And found herself staring straight into her own helmet.
“Uh,” she managed, blinking at the shiny visor she was faced with.
“Yeah,” Phantom agreed, his voice oddly distorted by the helmet. And… lacking the usual echo?
Valerie tore her eyes away from the helmet, instead moving them over his chest, down to where she was still holding his upper arm. She hadn’t noticed at first—black was black—but he seemed to be wearing her suit, now, instead of his usual jumpsuit.
“What the hell,” she managed, and then caught sight of the white gloved hand wrapped around Phantom’s upper arm. “What the hell.”
“Yeah,” Phantom agreed, the helmet tilting like he was cocking his head at her. “I, uh. Didn’t think this was something the Ghost Catcher could do.”
“The what?” she asked, despite herself, then immediately shook her head. “No, never mind, I don’t want to know. What the hell happened, Phantom?”
“You’re asking me?” He sounded incredulous, pressing his free hand against his chest. “I’m hurt, Val.”
He paused, looking around them in a way that almost seemed meaningful, before turning the visor back to her. “And we should probably leave first, before we talk any of this through.”
“What, afraid of getting caught by the Fentons?” she scoffed, even if that had been her plan as well.
The helmet facing her turned down, slowly but meaningfully casting over her body before stopping back on her face. “Sure,” Phantom allowed, finally, drawing the word out. “And so should you.”
Before she could say anything to that, he pushed himself up, forcing her to get up as well. “Come on, before they realize we’re here.”
Instead of answering that—how would they know?—she hummed, willing to follow his lead for the moment. She wasn’t sure how accurate the rumors were that Phantom regularly broke into the Fentonworks lab, but he did carry their equipment, and it wasn’t like she knew any better.
They made their way to the staircase, dodging around the half-finished (or half-broken?) equipment scattered around the lab. There, at the bottom of the stairs, Phantom paused again, turning to look at the hand clamped around his upper arm.
It was so weird to see him dressed in her armored suit. Because it clearly was him, wearing it, the suit shaped to fit him much like his jumpsuit usually would.
She really, really hoped that he was wearing clothes underneath it.
Scratch that. She really hoped she was still wearing underwear underneath the jumpsuit she’d received in trade for her armor.
“Are you going to let go of me?” Phantom asked her, in a low hiss.
She quirked an eyebrow at him. “And let you run away with my suit? No way.”
He answered with an odd rolling motion of his helmet, and she got the distinct feeling he’d just rolled his eyes at her. “Fine,” he grunted, twisting his arm and sticking out his hand at her. “Let’s at least hold hands? That’s slightly more convenient while moving around.”
Valerie narrowed her eyes at him, but, well. He kind of had a point there. Begrudgingly she slid her hand down his arm, ignoring the way her stomach fluttered at the sight of Phantom’s white gloves trailing down her black-and-red armor. He caught her hand when it reached his, twining his fingers with hers. Now neither of them could get away.
Was this some kind of weird power play? Phantom was just odd enough to try it, she thought, then immediately shoved the thought away as not useful.
Phantom kept his helmeted head turned towards her for a moment longer before turning back to the stairs, finally climbing them. Valerie turned her own gaze towards their tangled fingers, then shook her head and followed him up. Something here was wrong, but it could wait until they were away from this place.
The staircase ended in a door, which Phantom opened without hesitation, and which led into… a kitchen?
What the hell, Fentons? Did they really have an unlocked door to their ghost lab in their kitchen?
Phantom’s helmeted head turned to the right, and Valerie followed his gaze to a door. The windows next to it had their blinds shut, but it probably led out to the backyard. She stepped towards it, but made it no more than two steps before realizing that Phantom hadn’t moved.
He shook his head, then hissed, low, “It’ll be locked, this time of night.”
Ugh, yeah, probably. She paused to take him in instead, for a brief moment, and realized something she hadn’t before: Phantom stood as if he was grounded.
Sure, there had been moments before when Phantom had landed, had walked with his boots on the ground, but he always moved like gravity didn’t quite affect him. Like he was just one moment away from floating off.
Not now. This whole time, he’d been moving like gravity pressed down on him, like it would on anyone else.
So that was a no on ghost powers, then. She moved closer to him, dropping her voice in a whisper as well, “And how do you plan on getting out, then? Breaking a window?”
He paused, like he was mulling over his words. “Well…” he finally whispered back, “Danny never locks his window?”
“Danny should also be in his bed,” she snarled back, as quiet as she could, “asleep.”
“So you’d prefer to break a window and set off the defense systems?” Phantom cocked his head at her, something distinctly challenging about the motion, “Because it’ll be your grave, not mine.”
“That’s because you’re already dead, spook.” Damn that ghost. How would he even know whether Danny Fenton locked his window or not? “Besides, how do you plan on getting to Danny’s room without running into anyone else?”
Phantom visibly stilled at that, like he hadn’t considered that.
“Not so easy without ghost powers, huh?”
“I…” He sighed, his shoulders visibly heaving. “No.”
Unfortunately, that left them with few options. They could try a window, but that would absolutely cause a stir, and with Phantom wearing her armor, that left her identity completely unprotected. Not to mention whatever security system the Fentons might have, which very well could target her just for wearing Phantom’s jumpsuit. The thing was probably seeping with ectoplasmic contamination.
Ugh. She shoved the thought away as something she didn’t want to think about, now or ever.
So that left two options. They could try searching the house for some keys, risk getting caught as burglars, and hope that the security system didn’t require separate deactivation.
Or they could try Danny’s room, upstairs, and hope they could somehow sneak past him—and everyone else asleep in the house—to escape through that window. Curse her for even considering it, but…
“So what are the chances we could get to Danny’s room unnoticed?”
Phantom hummed, quietly, then tilted his head like he was listening. “I don’t hear footsteps, so the Fentons are probably asleep. Either we didn’t set off their alarm, or they forgot to activate it.”
“That seems… oddly lucky.” She strained her hearing, but couldn’t hear anything either. Not that you needed to strain to hear Jack Fenton’s footsteps, but Maddie would probably be far quieter—and far more problematic. “How do you plan on getting past Danny?”
“He’s probably not even here,” Phantom said, something… odd about his voice. Something Valerie couldn’t place. “He sneaks out a lot. Why do you think I know about his window?”
“I honestly didn’t want to think about it,” she admitted dryly, before shaking her head. “Fuck, fine, we’ll go for Danny’s room. If he’s there…” She paused, weighing that. “I know him. We’re… We’ve dated. He’s a good kid. I think we can play it off.”
Phantom’s gaze on her was heavy, but after a long moment he nodded. “If you say so.”
“I do say so,” she bit back, but it lacked venom. “I assume you know the way, for some godforsaken reason?”
He snorted but nodded, leading her towards the doorway to the left, pulling on the hand he still held. “You don’t have to assume the worst of everyone, Val.”
“I don’t assume the worst of everyone,” she snapped back, quietly. “Only of ghosts.”
“Oh, yeah, that makes it much better,” he agreed airily, before freezing suddenly. Valerie froze as well, straining her ears… still nothing.
It seemed that Phantom agreed, because not a moment later, he started moving again. They were heading towards another set of stairs, these ones—not very surprisingly—much cozier than the ones down in the lab.
For now, she was content to follow Phantom’s path, watching him carefully sneak through the Fenton’s living room and then up the stairs. It was… odd. She never saw Phantom really walk, like a human, yet he seemed to have no trouble adjusting to it now. Hell, he even stepped carefully, moving around parts of the stairs that threatened to be creaky.
How would a ghost like him know what bits of the stairs tended to be the loudest? What point could that knowledge possibly have, for a ghost that could just float over them entirely?
Once they reached the top of the stairs, Phantom pressed a finger to the front of his helmet—like Valerie needed the clue to be quiet—and then pointed towards one of the doors in the hallway. Danny’s room, presumably.
At her sharp nod, Phantom sneaked closer, Valerie right on his heel. They paused in front of the door but, failing to hear any signs of Danny being awake behind it, quickly opened it.
Phantom pulled her inside before she could hesitate, closing the door behind her while she took in the room.
Empty.
Well, not empty. There was plenty of stuff in the room itself, most of it space-related. Not entirely surprising, considering what she knew of Danny, but still.
No, it was empty of life. Danny Fenton wasn’t there at all.
“See, no problem,” Phantom hissed at her, tugging her over to the window. “He’s not even here.”
Valerie stopped, forcing Phantom to stop as well, just before he could reach the window. “Are you for fucking real, Phantom?”
“What?” the ghost snapped back, helmet jerking in her direction. He immediately dropped back into a quieter voice. “What did I do now?”
“Danny Fenton is not in his room, and none of the lights in any of the other rooms were on, so he’s not in the bathroom either.”
“Yeah?” Phantom tilted his helmet. “So?”
“So?” she hissed back, angrily. “So? Where the fuck is he?”
Phantom shrugged, but the motion looked awkward. “How am I supposed to know? He must’ve snuck out, like he usually does!”
“With his window still closed?” she asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. “There’s something suspicious going on here, Phantom, and I want to know what.”
“You’re really gonna do this here?” He gestured wildly with his free hand at the room they were in. “Really, Val?”
She grimaced, then shook her head. “Fine. I’m adding it to the list of things we’re discussing the moment we’re out of this, got it?”
“Yeah, I figured as much.” He sighed, then turned to the window, and she let him guide them to it. “We can get out via this window and then fly to some nearby rooftop to talk, if that’s alright with you?”
“How do you plan on flying out? I figured your ghost powers were out of the question.”
He hummed, grabbing onto the window’s handle with his free hand and cautiously opening it, probably wary of it creaking. “Your suit has a hoverboard, doesn’t it?”
“You think you can use that?” She scoffed. “Good luck with that.”
“Well, worst come to worst you can probably steer it while I try not to overbalance it.” He shrugged, leaning out of the now-open window. “Looks like the coast is clear.”
Valerie closed the remaining distance to the window, peering outside it while Phantom sat down on its edge, swinging his legs outside. He seemed… oddly cautious not to crush her hand against the windowsill.
“So, uh…” Phantom swung his armored feet meaningfully. “How, exactly, do you summon the hoverboard?”
“You just— Urgh. I don’t know, I just do it.” She gestured vaguely, biting down the frustration. “I just tell it what to do via my mind, I guess.”
Phantom stared straight into her eyes then nodded, suddenly, jerkily. “Alright, I think I can do that.”
She made to snap a reply at him, but was cut short by the sound of metal shifting, her hoverboard bursting free from the boots on Phantom’s feet. He held it vertical, parallel to the wall, and shifted to the side slightly.
Valerie took the motion for what it was and sat down next to him, letting her own legs dangle outside the window as well—and ignoring the black jumpsuit and white boots she saw from her peripherals. She really was not gonna think about any of this shit until they were away from here.
“So now we just gotta…” Phantom fell quiet, trying to maneuver the hoverboard underneath the window. It took him a few moments before he had pulled it off, parallel to the ground without hitting the wall. “Uh.”
Ignoring any protests he might put up, she hooked her shoulder behind Phantom’s and shoved him out of the window. The hoverboard caught him—as she had expected it to—and he barely dropped at all. She was even willing to ignore the yelp and the way he’d crushed her hand in the split-second he’d spent falling.
“You good?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
Phantom grunted, and she jumped out of the window as well, landing neatly on the hoverboard, distinctly missing the clicking sound of her boots connecting to the board.
“Now, I assume— Woah!” Phantom flinched as the hoverboard jerked underneath them, and Valerie found her free hand clutching onto Phantom’s upper arm quite against her will. “Okay, no, I think I got it. Val?”
“Just go,” she hissed, shifting her feet slightly as she stood behind him.
“Going,” he said, voice tight. And, true to his word, the hoverboard lifted, starting to glide forward surprisingly smoothly.
Within moments they were above the roofs of Amity Park, and Phantom relaxed slightly, tension leaking from him. “Okay, I think I got it. It’s not so different from ghost flight after all.”
She snorted despite herself. “Well, good for you. Put us down somewhere so we can talk this shit through already.”
“Bossy,” Phantom snarked back, but the hoverboard started dropping before he’d finished the word.
They came to a stop just above an otherwise-unreachable rooftop, the hoverboard almost grazing its surface. “Here’s your stop, my lady,” Phantom said, waving their still-linked hand.
Valerie rolled her eyes, releasing her grip on his upper arm and stepping off of the hoverboard. A moment later the thing retreated back into the soles of Phantom’s boots and he, too, touched down on the ground.
“So, uh… About what happened,” Phantom started, shifting his hand and then flinching when he realized it was the one he had linked with Valerie’s. “So the Fentons have this thing they call the Fenton Ghost Catcher…”
“The dreamcatcher-looking thing, right.” She nodded at him to continue.
“Now, I think they designed it to decontaminate stuff?” He shrugged, awkwardly, and then moved his free hand to rub his neck. “Like, it’s supposed to purge ghostly contamination from stuff. I’ve used it before to pull overshadowing ghosts from their hosts without harming either.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “So what the hell was supposed to happen if just a ghost went through it?”
“I honestly couldn’t tell you. But…” Phantom paused for a moment, like he was weighing his words, then marched on. “That’s not what happened. We went through it together, and it must’ve tried to purge the contamination from both of us at once, and somehow stuff got mixed up in the process.”
“You’re saying my suit was ecto-contamination?” she snarled, ignoring the implication that Phantom had contamination to purge—that he wasn’t just 100% pure ghost.
“You did get it from Technus, didn’t you?” he pointed out, almost casually. The hand in his neck stilled, fingers hooking into the edge of the helmet. “And, uh. Well…”
And, in one swift motion, Phantom took the helmet off.
“Hi, Valerie,” Danny Fenton said, his hair undeniably black and his eyes dull blue in the little light they had on their rooftop.
Valerie felt something in her stop, stutter and skip a beat. Her first thought was that it was her heart, but the feeling was wrong, it was—
She didn’t know what it was.
Light flashed, blinding her, and she automatically let go of Phantom’s—Danny’s—hand to rub in her eyes.
She could hear Danny groan in front of her, could almost imagine the echo that separated his voice from Phantom’s. “Why is that so much worse when it’s not me!”
Hands still pressed against her eyes, she bit at him, “What the hell, Danny!”
“What?” he snapped back. “What are you blaming me for now?”
Dropping her hands, she glared at him. “What the fuck was that flash of light?!”
He grinned at her, somehow looking both pleased and awkward. “Uh. My equivalent to taking off the suit?”
She blinked at him. Once. Twice. Then dropped her gaze to her hands. No longer dressed in Phantom’s suit.
Only now did she realize that her hands had been shaped wrong under the gloves.
Valerie jerked her eyes back to Danny, who once more raised a hand to rub the back of his neck.
“Uh,” he muttered. “Surprise?”
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• YEARNING •
[ Kakashi x Reader]
Summary: A sparring session with Kakashi takes an unexpected turn as you reunite after years.
Tags: Smut
Words: 3.3k
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You shift the angle of your stance, trying to assess the best position to attack from. You see Kakashi a few feet away, trying to do the same. His eyes are contemplative, focused. Both of you wait in anticipation of the other’s attack, reading each other’s every move carefully.
The two of you have been at this for a while now but neither of you has been successful in throwing a direct blow at the other. The air surrounding you is humid. Beads of sweat are beginning to form on your forehead.
A smile escapes your lips. This brings back so many memories.
Images of a young skinny kid flash through your mind. A younger rendition of the man standing in front of you now. You’ve known Kakashi since childhood. The two of you went to the Academy together. You were the only one in your entire batch who could match his speed and strength. Kakashi was never much of a talker, he liked keeping to himself. But the two of you shared some memories. Most of them are from when you trained together, although that was never a planned encounter. Usually it would be whenever the two of you ended up being in the training spot at the same time. You had the same training spot as Kakashi’s and sometimes your timings collided. And in those times, the two of you decided to spar and most of the time it ended up just like right now. With the both of you unable to land a single blow on the other. It was frustrating and the exertion was immense. By the end of it you’d usually be so tired, you’d just sit side by side resting for a while, watching the horizon in silence, letting the cool evening air soothe your warm skin. It was a strangely pleasant memory.
Kakashi’s voice breaks your chain of thoughts. “Giving up already?”
You roll your eyes and scoff. “I’ll make you wish I had”, you say, charging forward towards him, kunai knife lifted, ready for attack.
Kakashi corresponds your move, and within a few brief seconds, the two of you are face to face, your own kunai knives in front of your faces, blocking the other’s. You sigh. Yep, just like old times.
You make your other hand into a fist and throw a punch directed at Kakashi’s stomach. He blocks it. Clasping your fist in his palm, he flips you around with force and hurls you away, making you go sliding backwards, creating a trench on the ground as you go, to hold your balance. He comes near you in a single leap and you see him pull his fist in, getting ready to throw a punch. You somersault backwards but he catches up, wheeling around ahead, and throws a roundhouse kick to your head. You swiftly lift your arm to your side and block it with the back of your hand. He has the knife ready and you see it come swishing towards you. You swing the arm blocking Kakashi’s kick sideways to fling his foot away and immediately raise your own knife for attack. The metals clang as your knives block out each other’s. Again.
You can’t help but notice how toned his arms are as he stands so close to you. The bulge of his bicep. The veins in his forearm. You feel your stomach flutter. Whoa this is new.
Even though you considered Kakashi a formidable opponent in terms of skill, you’d always known him to be rather cocky and rude to others. But looking at him now, you could see a change in his eyes, a difference in his demeanour. You could tell he is not the same guy he once was. Well...how could he be? After everything?
You hadn’t been in touch ever since you left the village after your parents’ death but you’d heard things. About his father. About him. Kakashi the friend killer, Kakashi of the Sharingan. So much must have happened in his life to change him. His reputation preceded him. Praises of him as a shinobi were sung across all the nations. You’d hoped that somewhere along the line your paths would cross again. But it never had, until now.
You belonged originally from the Hidden Mist, although you always considered The Leaf to be your true home. Back when the Hidden Mist was in cooperation with The Leaf, your parents were sent here on a few years’ mission. That’s when you were born. You grew up here and studied and played with all the other Leaf Village kids. It was the only home you’d ever known. But after their deaths, you were sent back to the Hidden Mist. And now again, after all these decades, you had the opportunity to come back.
And coming here again in your old spot today to train, running into Kakashi, seeing him after all these years, sparring with him…you felt like you were home again.
But this isn’t the same cocky Kakashi you once knew. For starters, he’s become hot. Crazy hot. It took you a little by surprise when you first saw him again. And of course, there’s the change in his eyes.
“Y/N.” Kakashi’s voice brings you back again.” It looks like you may have softened up since the last time we met.”
Retracting your kunai, you take a few steps back, strategizing about your next move.
Kakashi lunges forward again. You duck down at the nick of time just as his kunai is about to make contact, and slide through between his legs. “I’m sorry, you were saying?” you raise a smug eyebrow.
Kakashi turns around and you notice a twinkle in Kakashi’s eyes. He’s enjoying this.
You stand up and charge towards him again, kunai pointed in his direction. he deflects it with ease. “The same trick again?”, he says, making himself sound bored. The you in front of him poofs away in a quick cloud of smoke as the real you appears behind him, knife to his neck.
“Shadow clone. I see.”
“Uh huh. Got you”, you say triumphantly, preparing to make another remark when the man in front of you vanishes, leaving a log in his stead.
A substitution. Of course. Kakashi’s classic move.
A voice appears in your ear, behind you. “Not so fast.” Dammit.
You can feel his hot breath on your ear. You try to move away but you find yourself unable to. Kakashi has you tied up with an invisible thread around your body, with the end of the thread held in his grip. Your arms are wound tightly parallel to your sides so you can’t move them. That’s fine, you think, reaching for the kunai kept within the bandage on your right leg, in reachable distance from your right hand. You take the knife out and swirling it between your middle finger, index and thumb, throw it high up in the air behind you, through the distance between you and Kakashi.
It comes back down, pointy end sliding across your back, cutting the loops of thread with fine precision as your clothes remains unscathed.
“Not bad”, you hear Kakashi say behind you.
The both of you are drenched in sweat now. The sun is blazing above you.
Kakashi takes several steps back readying himself as soon as you turn around to face him, freed now. “So you like me tied up, do you?” you say, smirking.
You can see that the comment takes Kakashi by surprise. You use this moment to direct three shurikens at him.
He gathers himself almost immediately and moves out of their way but you throw three more in the direction in which he moves. He bends backward to get out of their trajectory but not before they make slight contact with his vest, shredding it up in places and leaving a gash in the t shirt underneath. He steadies himself, an amused look in his eyes. He takes off the shredded vest and lets it fall to the ground, panting a little.
“Well, I just did you a favour. It was getting too hot for that.” you say, subtle hints of mischief spreading throughout your voice and all across your eyes.
“Oh?”, Kakashi says, matching your tone. “In that case, allow me to return the favour”.
In the sudden blink of an eye, before you can even react, you notice a few shurikens approaching you. You crouch, but it only causes one of them to make contact and cut a slit through the front of your t shirt, exposing your cleavage. You let out a laugh. You see Kakashi looking pleased and smug in front of you. Well, he always did have good aim.
You stand slowly back up. Your surroundings suddenly start to feel charged with an unusual energy. Your insides feel like it’s buzzing with the same energy. Unusual, but oddly exciting.
You look at him and an inexplicable feeling engulfs you. What is this feeling?
Yearning, you find your subconscious answering. The realisation startles you.
Not wanting your opponent to catch a whiff of your emotions, you recompose yourself and scream out a perfunctory jeer. “Just give up already, Kakashi”
“Make me”, he answers with a smile, stretching the words out slowly, his voice teasing.
Jeez. He’s not gonna make this any easier, is he?
You run towards him at full speed, hurl yourself into the air and aim a kick to his chest. He swivels his leg clockwise in front of him, blocking your kick by deflecting it to the side. You fall to the ground on your knees with a thud.
You look up to see Kakashi’s hand extended towards you, his eyes soft. You take his hand and pull yourself up as he pulls you as well and the combined forces cause you to topple forward on him, accidentally stepping on his foot with yours. Kakashi staggers a little and holds your waist to regain balance. The tip of your nose brushes against his briefly and you feel your eyes widen at the sudden proximity and suddenly become very aware of the feel of his hands on your waist and yours on his chest. You watch him look equally stunned by this unexpected outcome and after what feels like forever, the both of you detach yourselves from each other, averting your eyes to avoid eye contact and get yourselves into battle stance again.
You look up at him self-consciously, only to watch his eyes reflect a strange look of hunger that you feel inside you. You gulp.
The sky above seems to also have taken an unexpected turn. The blazing rays of the Sun have disappeared and dark clouds hide the Sun behind them. A light drizzle comes to pass.
The two of you dive towards each other, back in battle mode again. You put your focus on his right hand holding the kunai and concentrate on deflecting it with yours, but instead of attacking directly with the knife when he comes near you, he grips the wrist of your kunai holding hand with his free one and turns you around , twisting your arm behind you with your back to him. He’s got the advantage now.
He holds your wrist firmly in place behind you, and bends it slightly so your grip loosens and the kunai falls from your hand. You try to snatch the kunai in his right hand with yours but he throws it into the air and catches it with his mouth. He takes your free arm and brings it behind you, both your wrists criss-crossing each other now. He holds both your hands in place behind you with his left hand and takes the kunai back into his right from his mouth. You’re panting heavily now and you can feel him taking heavy breaths behind you. He gives your wrists a tug and you stumble a few steps backwards, getting even closer to him.
The rain is pouring angrily now, gradually drenching the both of you, bit by bit. The water feels good against your warm skin.
You can feel the tight muscles of his chest behind you through his shirt, and sweat and water from his hair drips down to your shoulder drop by drop. Your heart beat rises as you feel the tension thicken between you and Kakashi. You bite your lip unknowingly. The rain wets your clothes but your clothes aren’t the only thing you feel getting wet. Kakashi brings his face closer to your ear but doesn’t say anything.
Just the sound of his heavy breathing and your heart thumping in your chest, and nothing else.
Slowly, he lifts the kunai and brings it in level with your neck. You wait, holding your breath. He lowers it down slowly to make the tip of the knife touch the area between your collar bones. The hot metal slightly burns your skin. He traces the knife down in a straight line down your chest and along your cleavage and stops where the slit in your t shirt ends. With a swift movement, he drives another straight line through the slit of your t shirt, all the way down to the end, ripping the front of your t shirt in half. Your heart is racing so fast now, you can barely breathe. You hear Kakashi drop the kunai on the ground. You want to see his face but you’re so astounded by this sudden turn of events, neither your mind nor your body is working. The air surrounding you is ripe with tension now.
Kakashi loosens his grip on your wrists and lets them fall free. You turn around slowly to face him and look up to meet his eyes. He has a strange look in his eyes. It makes your heart skip a beat. You quickly rewind the past few hours’ events in your mind and stifle a smile.
Well that certainly was a turn of events I didn’t see coming.
You feel a sudden rush of inexplicable emotions flow through you. You steady yourself.
We’ll deal with the emotions later, this fight isn’t over yet.
You watch him looking at you with interest, anticipating your next move.
Your upper body is exposed now except for the sports bra that you had on underneath and the ripped t shirt hung loosely on your shoulder. Your wet clothes stick to your body, making patches of skin visible through the them. You see concentration replace the strange look in Kakashi’s eyes as you pretend to reach behind to your empty weapons bag. He changes into a defensive stance. You smile inside, he’s falling for it.
Taking one step forward towards him, as you pretend to draw out a weapon, you angle your foot behind his and drag it forward with yours to break his balance. As soon as you see him loose his footing and trip slightly, you leap forward into the air and throw yourself on him, legs astride his waist, pushing him backwards with your body and making him fall to the ground with the force of your weight.
Just as his head is about to touch the ground, you instinctively put your hands at the back of his head to soften the blow of the fall. You feel it in your knuckles instead. He looks at you with widened eyes, surprised at the gesture. You feel surprised yourself at your own subliminal act.
He lays flat on the ground now, his eyes wide as he comprehends what happened. It’s your turn to look smug. You smile, victorious. You sit astride his lower abdomen, hands beneath his head. You feel the softness of his wet hair in your fingers. You lean forward a bit and withdraw your hands from the back of his head. He tries to move, so you quickly pin his hands to the ground, holding him in place. He starts to laugh a little. Your face is inches from his and you can see all the details of his face up close. You’re panting now. Your throat is dry, you take a gulp.
He has long curled eyelashes, you never noticed that before. His water glazed face makes his skin glisten. You can make out the outline of his lips through his mask. You let your eyes linger on his face and allow yourself to marvel at how handsome he has become. You feel something in your heart again. You watch his eyes linger on your face in the same way.
You notice a droplet of water trickling down his forehead, through his eyebrow, just about to enter his eye. You lean forward further and blow on his face lightly to change the path of the drop, keeping it from entering his eye. He closes his eyes and you see his lips stretch into a smile beneath the mask, you smile a little yourself.
You start to sit back upright again but you take your time doing it. Drops of sweat from your body; your face and your chest drip down on him, becoming one with his. He doesn’t look as if he minds. You let your nose lightly brush against his and let your lips hover just inches over his before you sit back up. You feel a sudden stiffness underneath you where you’re sitting. The realisation makes you get hot inside, blood rushes to your cheeks. Your heart rate goes up again and you feel a wet, warm sensation fill you, down there. You look at him, unable to hide your desire. Come on, y/n. Get a grip.
“So.” You say, clearing your throat. “Who’s soft now?” you finish, with a smirk.
“Well, certainly not me”, Kakashi answers slyly, his tone thick with innuendo. Oh god. God save me.
You raise an eyebrow at him, barely concealing your amusement; looking flustered and impish at the same time. “But I’ll admit defeat this time. I have indeed been slacking on my physical training. I’ve been too fixated on trying to control my Kamui. Although it’s about time I started working my body again.”
“Got any ideas for that?”, he adds, his tone puckish.
“Oh yes. So many.”, you say, your voice teasing, unable to hide the thirst inside you.
The bulge beneath you grows bigger. You shift around a little, on purpose and watch as Kakashi writhes and closes his eyes.
“But before that”, you say “There’s some unfinished business I need to take care of”. He opens his eyes and looks at you. You reach across and find your kunai knife which had fallen on the ground earlier. He looks on at you, waiting, a look of curious anticipation playing across his face.
You pick up the knife and bring it to his chin. He doesn’t avert his gaze from your face. Pointing the knife down vertically, you run a line through his drenched undershirt, causing a tear till the middle of his chest. You throw the kunai aside and rip the remaining part with your bare hands, exposing the pale, smooth skin beneath. He looks a little baffled, almost impressed and you can see an expression of amusement in the way his eyes twinkle. Now we’re even.
You lay your hands on his damp chest, feeling the tight muscles underneath and lock your eyes with his.
He glides his hands up the sides of your thighs and stops at the waist of your skirt, just below the region of exposed skin of your stomach, holding you by your waist. You can feel just the tips of his fingers on your skin, but even that is enough to send a shiver through you.
“y/n. you’re soaking wet”, he says, smiling. Innuendo unmistakable in his voice again.
“yeah, I am”, you answer in the same tone. You lean down towards him, a ghost of a smile on your lips, before continuing in a whisper, “Guess we better get out of these clothes.”
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I hope I made it under the Sinday wire! Can you write something with some kinky outdoors sex and fun with Flip please? Bonus would be him being possessive or angry or both! Like being mauled by a bear 😍. In public, around people, or private is all fine! Thank you!!!
Hi Zannah! From your mix and match prompt list, can you mix and match these? Rough sex, knowing someone can hear, outdoors, and exhibitionism. Maybe even body worship if you feel like it! I know that’s a lot but it seems like go together. Thank you for taking requests :)
(1k, NSFW: Sex in the woods, sex in a tent, exhibitionist!Flip, quickies, PIV, hair pulling, spitting)
You should be mad, you know you should. You should tell him absolutely not, there’s people around, your friends and family as a matter of fact! You should swat his hand away when he tries to reach out and touch you, giving you those big brown eyes of his…but you don’t do any of those things.
Instead, you’re letting him pull you by the hand to the campsite, away from the lake’s edge where the Organa-Solos and the Logans are all enjoying a wonderful day in their inner tubes. Where up until a few moments ago, you had also been enjoying the water.
Flip had been enjoying you enjoying the water, a little too much, because he’s hard and he’s asked if he can fuck you and despite everything you know you should do, you’ve said yes.
“You’re un-be-fucking-lievable, you know that?” You gasp with an exasperated laugh against his mouth as he pulls you to him inside the tent, a small thing that barely fits the two of you when you’re lying still next to one another.
“I know, I know ketsl, but fuck you look so good in that tight fuckin’ swimsuit you’re drivin’ me crazy over here.” Flip’s already fumbling with his swim trunks, the scrap of fabric barely able to contain his hard cock.
“Okayokayokay – but we have to be fast, and quiet! someone could hear.” You bite back a grin, trying not to let him think he can get away with shit like this, even though he absolutely can and he knows it.
“Maybe I want them to hear, everyone should know how good I make my girl feel.” Flip raises an eyebrow at you, and you smack at his chest lightly because dammit you already have a reputation among your found family for fucking like rabbits as it is, the last thing you need is for them to catch you in the act here of all places.
“Do you need me to..?” Flip looks at you so eagerly, his calloused hand rubbing electric circles to the front of your bikini bottoms, and you roll your eyes fondly. Even when he’s desperately hard for you, he still makes sure you can handle it.
“No I’m still ready from this morning, just give me your cock.” You pull him down to close the distance between your bodies, kissing him hotly right on the mouth, a hand tangling in his soaking wet hair.
Fingers shaking, Flip tugs aside the bikini bottoms enough to thrust his cock straight into your cunt, making you have to grab his hand and put it over your own mouth to muffle the moans that are already, indecently, bubbling out of you. Flip gets straight to work, knowing that this can’t take longer than a few seconds, just needing to get the edge off, just needing to fill you up with come so that you can both return to the lake and your friends.
“Fuck – that’s – so – good.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust, as Flip pulls back to spit on your pussy, pushing it inside of you with his cock that is already throbbing achine to come.
“Shh! You have to shut up, you’re going to get us in – oh! – in trouble, oh Flip!” You gasp sharply, your eyes clamping shut as he finds your gspot in record time. Flip lets out a breathless chuckle and smears a moan across your lips as he kisses you, tongue sliding against yours as he fucks you quick quick quick.
“Grab my hair?” Flip asks so sweetly that you don’t even think about denying him, your fingers twisting in his dripping locks, beads of water from the crystal clear lake falling around you like rain as you yank hard.
He shudders around you, the tent moving ever so slightly with the force of his hips as they rail into you, and on more than on occasion you accidentally kick the thin tent wall as your legs give in to the pleasure that courses through your own body. Flip was insufferable sometimes, but damn was he good at pleasuring you – even when he’s trying to pleasure himself, he’s always thoughtful of you, which somewhere in the back of your mind, you suppose makes up for the sheer risk of it all.
“I’m gonna come, you close?” Case in point, Flip is kissing all over your face and drooling into your mouth as he goes red and blotchy in the chest, a tell-tale sign that he’s almost there.
“Yeah, yes don’t stop, I’m close don’t stop.” You tug on his hair harshly again, and he moans low and deep, like an angry animal out in the woods where you’re camping, and you have to shove his face into your throat to try and muffle the sound.
You come together, a few moments later, and you’re grateful for it. The warm glow of orgasm and the throb of where your bodies are linked together spreads through your limbs and muscles, and the two of you let out a long breath, sated at last.
“Thanks ketsl.” Flip mumbles, face buried between your tits because that’s the only place he ever wants to be.
“You’re too handsome for your own good, you know that?” You shake your head fondly and reach around with a pleasure-weak hand for the pack of cigarettes he’s going to start asking for in a second or two.
“Love you.” He gives you a cheeky grin back, and you’re just about to echo the sentiment when you realize that this tent is green.
“…Honey?” You start, apprehensively.
“…Uh huh?” Flip frowns, wondering what could be the matter.
“This isn’t our tent.” Wincing, you nudge at his shoulder to show him that he just fucked you on the wrong sleeping bag, in the wrong tent.
“What?” Flip blinks, propping himself up and trying to get the bearings on his own surroundings, eyes still glassy and dazed from coming inside you – from still being inside you, not yet pulled out.
“Oh for fuck’s sake! You two have got to be fucking kidding me.” Kylo’s angry face makes an appearance just then, as he unzips the tent and sees the two of you locked in an extremely compromising position.
Whatever he had come for, he abandons at once, zipping the tent back up and walking back to the lake, leaving the two of you there to sit in embarrassment, and then after a moment or two, laughter.
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