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phoebepheebsphibs · 2 months

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If we turn left enough times, we'll have gone in a circle.... and end up right back where we started.

@boots-with-the-fur-club @daboyau @littlemissartemisia @thevoidbrothers @noval1t (I hope they don't mind I added their characters into the story for special guest appearance 👉👈)

CW: fight scenes, blood/ichor, panic attacks, slight body horror, hallucinations, abuse, experimentation, surgery, torture... cardiac arrest and character death

(It's a really long one. I am so sorry in advance lol)

Also, just for clarification: UIFY = Until I Found You NFIF = No Fun in Fungus DvD = Donatello Von Draxum 'Phael = Raphael Jurogumo

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Misa waddled along the corridors of the arena as she retraced her steps. She couldn't recall exactly where she'd left the portal sword, but she knew it was in the area... Her families were counting on her. Her older little brothers and sister April needed her help! And she was so excited to help them and prove Lee-Lee wrong about her being "just a little kid". She wasn't little! She was 4 years old! That was so grown up and big, she could do all sorts of things by herself... If she could only find her sword. She'd show him just how big she was!

Out of the blue, a familiar floating sensation took her and she watched with surprise as she was lifted up high into the rafters. Misa squealed with delight.

"Up, up!"

Waves smiled at her, returning her laughter with chirps and giggles of his own.

"Are you going to keep playing with your food, or what?"

Misa watched as a splash of pitch created another figure -- a version of Donatello but entirely grayscale -- formed in the rafters next to them.

Waves turned to look at his brother with a great big smile on his face, his eyes empty and black as he stared at Signal. He hissed a warning. Misa is off-limits.

"Fine. Just didn't see the point in wasting such a sweet little snack."

Waves hissed at him again before nuzzling his face into Misa's. She giggled with glee. These brothers didn't scare her. Waves might seem spooky, but deep down he was a silly little sweetheart and she adored him. Especially when he would pick her up and fly around with her.

"What exactly is the little Artemisia doing way out here all by herself?" Signal asked, leaning in close to her tiny face.

"Getting sword for my family!" she explained.

"Ah, weaponizing children now, are we? I think Static was handing out medieval swords and maces earlier..."

"Did somebody say 'best void brother'?" came a glitchy voice as another void brother appeared.

"It's like he's Beetlejuice or something..." Signal growled.

"I just thought the little lady might like this," Static stated smugly as he handed Misa her retrieved portal sword. He'd found it for her!

Misa cheered happily as she brandished the weapon, the blade glinting in the light and reflecting her image like a mirror.

"What's going on up here?" a fourth and final voice boomed. Radio slowly emerged from the shadows of the rafter corners. "Static, you're not giving minors weapons again, are you?"

"How did you even get up here?" Signal asked incredulously. "You're practically the size of a dump truck, how can you even fit in these rafters?"

"Call me that again and I'll flatten you like a dump truck."

"Just worried for the structural integrity of the building, is all..." Signal sassed back.

Radio rolled his eyes as he made his way over to the others, specifically Static, who still owed Radio an answer.

"I wasn't handing out weapons, I was retrieving it. It already belonged to her!"

Radio's eyes shifted from Static to Misa, who nodded her head as Waves shook his (he wanted to get Static in trouble as a joke).

"Why would a little thing like you need a sword?" he asked cautiously.

"Family needs help! Misa gets her sword for them!" she explained. "Bad spores!"

"Your family? You mean that band of misfits and the anxiety-riddled shroomie teens?"

Waves nodded for her. Misa didn't really understand what shroomie meant. Radio scratched his chin as he considered the situation. He knew that there was an outbreak of fear spores going on, and the two AU teams had been working to find and destroy them. It wasn't looking good thus far. Even Signal had gotten spored, and though he wouldn't admit it... they knew it wasn't a pleasant experience for him. Radio couldn't say he was an expert on mushrooms, but he knew a thing or two about invasive beings and decay. And if that fungus was as bad as everyone was making it out to be, then it could mean disaster for every AU in this place.

"...I don't suppose we could be of any help?"

Donatello howled with maniacal laughter.

His prisoners watched with fear as he ordered the vines to wrap around Michelangelo like ropes, tying his arms to his sides and keeping a very strong grip around his throat just in case anyone got any funny ideas. DvD was screaming bloody murder and promising every kind of painful demise if Audrey III didn't release his baby brother immediately. But he could see the tears in his eyes, he could hear the panic and utter fear.

Oh god, the fear was delicious. He wanted more...

Raphael struggled against the odd vines that had sprouted from Donnie's shell, as he brought him closer towards the room where Leo and the others were. The vines were an amalgamation creation -- partially machine, partially Dee's ninpo, and partially... Raph could only assume it was the mushroom. Had it been growing inside of his shell?? He desperately tried to free himself from the terrible growth. He managed to get one arm out --

"Oh-ho-ho-ho, what are we trying here?" the plant asked through Donnie, smirking down at Raph and commanding several other vines to take ahold of his arms and pull, stretching him out in every direction as he yelled in pained protests. "You didn't really think you could get out that easy, did you?"

Raph grunted and growled as he fought against the vines.

"Donnie!! SNAP OUTTA IT! I know you like to play the mad scientist sometimes, but this is TAKING IT TOO FAR!!"

"I'll tell him you said that," Audrey III smirked. "He's on sabbatical right now, but I'm sure the message can get through... eventually."

Raph screamed in anger as hot tears streaked down his face.

"But in the meantime, I think I'd like to taste your fear again..."

The door behind them opened, and out came a stream of blue fog, followed by the Hand.PNG, which crawled up the vines and onto Donnie's shoulder like a spider.

"Let's invite our dear friends to dinner, shall we?"

The vines began to drag Micheal and Raph into the room.

DvD began to screech like a monster, the muscles in his arms tensing and flexing against the vines and finally breaking their hold. He ran towards the wall, screaming in fury as he spun the tech-bō and leapt. They would not take his brother.

A spark of light ignited in his eyes.

It spread across his body.

The light burst like flame at the end of his staff.

All eyes watched him in shock as he shouted a war cry and slammed the tech-bō into the wall Dee had created earlier.

It shattered completely.

A shockwave burst from the impact and threw everyone back, dissolving the vines that held everyone.

Mikey's limp body fell.

DvD rushed to catch him. He almost made it when Donnie/Audrey III stepped in front of him and kicked him back with one of his mechanical arms. The battle-shell-clad ninja crawled up the side of the wall and grabbed the child before he could hit the ground. Mikey's head bobbed, and he groaned in discomfort at having been thrown around like a rag doll.

"You duplicitous little --! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!" Audrey III spat angrily.

In all honesty, DvD had no idea what he'd just done or how he'd done it. All he knew was that he needed to protect Mikey at all costs. And then the wall broke. In his shocked stupor, he failed to get up in time and suddenly found a new vine wrapping around his neck like a boa constrictor and tightening like a noose.

Mikey's eyelids fluttered.

Donnie/Audrey III brought the alt. version of himself close to his face.

"YOU HAVE NO MAGIC, YOU YOURSELF TOLD HIM THAT! YOU LYING LITTLE --" Donnie's eyes peered into DvD's as he choked. "...Perhaps you are more interesting than you let on. Shall we see what else is in your silly little head, my dear anarchist?"

Donnie gasped for air, kicking and clawing at his captor as he tried to free himself. He... he was blacking out...

Mikey's eyes burst open.

He screamed as loudly as he could, his entire body erupting into gold and amber light, blinding the entire corridor.

A shrieking sound came from the dark room. The door slammed shut.

Donatello turned around in shock, as a torrent of chains burst from the boy, two for each vine he'd created.

Oh. Now we play.

He'd seen this from the boy before; he'd been rooting around in his mind and saw the memories from the last time. He knew the child was afraid of these powers, he couldn't control them very well. Especially the really strong spells like this. He knew how this scene played out. He just had to either wait him out to spend himself dry -- or let him do what the previous poor, sweet Michelangelo had done, and turn himself into a monster. Either would work...

Mikey held his hand out. A series of chains came and sliced the vine choking out his brother. DvD fell to the floor, quickly caught by the chains -- which also grabbed NFIF Raphael -- and carried them away to the others who watched in utter shock as the child landed on the ground and summoned his mystic nunchucks.

"Well, well, well... look who finally woke up."

Mikey's eyes were wide and glowed burning gold. He said nothing, his face empty, devoid of expression. Mikey was not at home anymore, he was controlled by his ninpo. He simply tilted his head in response to Audrey III's eggings.

"I wonder... you tried to save Donatello from my clutches earlier. Did you know then that your efforts would be in vain? Did you know that in your absence, you'd leave your brothers and sisters to face me alone?"

The two circled around one another, preparing to duel it out.

"I sensed your connection; you'd discovered the truth, hadn't you? You'd discovered this pathetic boy's treachery, how he'd joined my cause."

Mikey's face never faltered. His knuckles tightened around as his weapon.

"I suppose 'joined' was the wrong word to use. He really was weak and pathetic, you know. It was almost too easy to leech my way into his mind. I highly doubt his consciousness could have survived from my invasion. I do hope you said your goodbyes."

Michelangelo charged.

Donnie/Audrey III swirled the staff in front of himself, deflecting the impacts of the little child as he battled the fungus infected version of his brother.

Mikey's movements were graceful, practically a performance as he flowed back and forth, throwing his chains at the purple ninja turtle, whose movements in contrast were fierce and sharp and violent and purely angry.

"Did... did you know he could do that?" 'Phael asked shakily, turning to look at Leo.

Leo simply stared in silence, mouth agape with awe and shock of his baby brother.

"Leo, did you know he could do this??"

"I... I-I mean... sort of... I knew he could do magic... but not like this..."

Michelangelo danced around Donatello, waving his arms and creating ribbons of golden light as he filled the room with light.

Wait a minute, light...

"The light... the light!" NFIF Raphael shouted suddenly. "The light! It's how we defeated the spores the first time, using mystic light! It disintegrates them!"

"How poetic, the light drives away the fear," DvD muttered, still rubbing his neck from the constraining grip of the vines.

"If we can get the door open, we can flood the room with his light and free them all!"

"Okay, solid plan, great effort from everybody, just one slight hitch -- HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET AROUND THE MYSTIC BATTLE WHERE OUR BROTHERS ARE TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER?!" Leo yelled.

"Raph's still comin' up with the plan!! Cut me some slack!"

"I can try to poof you guys to the door," April offered. "It won't be completely accurate, but I can get you close."

"That'll have to do," Raph nodded. "And whatever you do, avoid the hand and the spores!"

April grabbed hold of NFIF Raphael, squeezed her eyes shut, and then - poof! - landed the two right in the middle of the fight.

"AAGH! Sorry, sorry!" she screamed, ducking under Mikey's advance against Donnie, as Raph created an enormous ninpo arm and shielded the two of them from Dee's barrage of ninpo torpedoes.

"Get to the door!" Raph screamed, taking her by the hand and pulling her away as he created two more clones to help in the fight.

Mikey danced and ducked under the glowing purple missiles shot at him. He gripped his nunchuck tightly, whipped it towards one of the Raph clones. It wrapped around his arm, igniting in flames, then swung over Mikey's head like a lasso. He flung the fiery clone at Donnie, who just barely managed to dodge the flaming brother, which created a crater in the ground before him. The second clone came and tried to keep him from firing anymore missiles at UIFY Mikey.

"I'm surprised at you," Donnie huffed, trying to keep up with the two attackers. "Why would you want to fight against me? We're brothers!"

"We don't want to fight you," one clone growled. "But you're not in your right mind, so we'll have to do what we can."

"I'm sure you will," Donnie snarled, changing his bō staff into a spear and skewered the clone straight through. It disintegrated into red blocks and pixels. He turned to the second clone, creating the oh-so-famed drill, and firing at the poor duplicate.

Meanwhile, Raphael and April had made it to the door, April gripping the handle as she waited for Raphael's orders.

"Get ready," she panted, out of breath from dodging both sides of the attack. "Once this door opens, a flood of blue is gonna come out."

"I'll get you out, don't worry," Raph said with a nod.

"It's not me I'm worried about. Donnie said the Hamatos are full of senseless martyrs."

"He's... not wrong. But I promise that I won't sacrifice myself."

April nodded, hoping that he would keep that promise.

"Okay, then."

April threw the door open. As soon as she did, a torrent of blue smoke fumed out, engulfing both April and Raphael. April kept her eyes closed, waiting for the nightmares to start. But they never did. She opened her eyes and saw the world from inside a red glowing giant. Raph held onto her, arms spread around her in a safety hold, his hologram form shielding them from the spores.

Donnie/Audrey III felt a pain in the back of his mind. They turned and saw that the spores were leaking out of the room. Okay, now they were getting irritated.

"Why, you little...!"

In this moment of distraction, Michelangelo's chains wrapped around the softshell's waist and pulled him in. Mikey reached out and grabbed him by his neck, holding him just mere inches away from his expressionless face, eyes still burning like melted gold, no irises nor pupils. Donnie's wide, icy blue-tinted eyes contrasted them sickeningly. Donnie smiled.

"Go ahead," he said, voice smooth and calm. "Kill me."

Mikey blinked at him, but that was all. Audrey III continued.

"That was your plan all along, wasn't it? This ridiculous show of power, the fight? You were planning on finishing the job, weren't you?"

Mikey's fingers squeezed softly. A threat.

"What, are you afraid? Why? Shouldn't it be easy? Are you even in control of yourself? Why would you be afraid to squeeze the life out of someone who looks just like your brother, could actually be your brother?"

Mikey's hand let go, his arms shaking. A soft golden glow started to seep through the bandages.

"Ah, and it looks like you may be out of time."

Michelangelo looked down. Golden ichor dripped off of his fingertips. He pulled the bandages off, revealing the scars on his arms, which were glowing white hot, tiny cracks forming from their edges and shimmering, glittery ichor was bleeding from the reopened wounds. The price to pay for his powers.

Some Mikeys cracked.

He didn't.

Not again... n-not again...

Donatello/Audrey III dusted himself off as he watched Michelangelo slowly come to. With his ninpo overdrive giving way, his mind leisurely crept back into place; the golden glazed over his eyes melting as his irises came into focus and his pupils dilated. The ichor dripping down his forearms began turning a deep red, the glowing scars on his arms becoming irritated open wounds.

No, no! Mikey couldn't give up just yet, not when his family still needed him! But... he knew he'd used up almost all his precious energy... he... h-he... Mikey's breathing slowed, raggedy respiration as his hands shook and his knees wobbled beneath him. The room started to spin as black spots entered his vision. He managed to catch a glimpse of Donatello, swinging his staff with great force and slamming it into Mikey's chest with a hideous cracking sound.

Mikey was flung back several feet, dizzy and dazed and all the air knocked out of him. He vaguely registered multiple voices calling his name...

April screamed, NFIF Raphael screaming with her. April's teleportation powers activated without her realizing it, and she suddenly found herself by MIkey's side. Weak as he was, he had curled up into himself, clutching his stomach in pain and trying to catch his breath as he writhed on the floor. His brothers were also by her side in an instant, each one fretting over his injuries.

April looked up to see Donnie/Audrey III standing over them, the hand perched on his shoulder like a vulture.

Dee held out the severed arm, and gave it to the creature.

"Be whole again, dear disciple," he said with a smile, as the hand reattached itself to the limb, a flash of light combining the two together once again.

"That's gross," Leo grimaced. "Hey, DvD, you're a science experiment, can you do that?"

"No, but I can."

All eyes looked behind Donatello/Audrey III.

A black substance expanded and took form -- an adult version of Donatello, devoid of any colour whatsoever.

April cheered, whooping at his arrival. 'Phael screamed at a pitch that only dogs could hear. He was still convinced that these "Void Brothers" were the ones who'd sent him the ominous sticky note near the beginning of this entire adventure in the competition.

"So," Donnie/Audrey III said with a growl. "It looks like we have some more players in the game."

"Think you can keep up?" Signal asked, his form morphing into one of pure black, multiple arms expanding from his abdomen and several extra sets of teeth growing in his ever-widening mouth.

"The more the merrier," Donatello/Audrey III chuckled, letting the Hand.PNG crawl into his palm. "You know what to do," he whispered to it.

The hand instantly vanished, reappearing by the doorway behind Raphael, and scurrying into the room. A second later, blue chains shot out, slicing through Raphael's hologram.

"That's not good," he mumbled, forcing the hand to reach into the gargantuan stomach, pull him out, and fling him towards the others before the spores could seep through all the way.

Two figures emerged from the doorway, their movements somewhat sluggish. There were tiny mushrooms protruding from their skin. Their eyes glowed a neon blue, and their ninpo matched the shade.

Karai and Mikey.

"No..." Leo whispered, staring in horror. "Karai... what happened to her...?"

"Oh, Mikey," Raph whimpered. "Oh no, big man..."

"He's not gonna make us fight them, is he?" April asked nervously.

The two warriors charged.

"Yep. He is. He most definitely is. Shoulda seen this one coming, honestly. That's on me."

"Get outta here," Raphael ordered. "Me and... uh, these guys -" he said, gesturing to the four colourless adults that had already started combating against the swayed relatives, "- will keep them from following you."

"I thought you said you weren't gonna sacrifice yourself!" April yelled angrily.

"I know, and Raph is gonna keep his promise. But your little brother is hurt, he needs help now! I'm not gonna just hand myself over, I'm your cover. Now get going!"

April wanted to argue about it more, but before she could, she was taken by the wrist and pulled away. Waves was tugging her -- as well as the others -- off to a small clearing.

"Where do we go?!" 'Phael yelled, concerned that they had no real escape plan...

"Misa helps!" came a familiar voice. A sword slashed through the open air, and a bright portal opened in front of them...

...Donatello/Audrey III commanded a cloud of spores, hurtling them towards Radio.

"What are you, some kinda Avatar: the Last Airbender wannabe?" he joked as he dodged the cloud.

"I wonder why you would stand against me. Do we not fight for the same cause? Survival? We feed off of others, we only want to exist on our own terms... can you not see our similarities?"

"Nah, not really," Radio said, slamming his fist into the ground, only missing Donnie by half an inch.

"Such a shame. Then I suppose you must die."

"Happy to return the favour--"

"You can't hurt them!" Raphael shouted as he joined the fray.

"Whaddya mean, we can't? They're trying to hurt us!" Static shouted angrily, popping in and out of random spots, infuriating the heck out of mushroomed Mikey.

"They're not in control of their bodies, they're zombies! We hafta find a way to un-zombify them!"

"Well, no offense, but I don't think they share your mindset of 'no hurting the opponents'," Static sighed. "Besides, you're gonna have a hard time getting Signal to change his mind."

"Well, I'm gonna have to, those are my brothers and un-dead gram-gram from another dimension-- wait, where's Leo?!"

Raph looked around the corridor anxiously for the third zombie. He wasn't anywhere to be seen.

He must still be in the room. Raph darted among the others, rushing towards the dark room. There was still a huge cloud of blue smoke that surrounded the doorway, Raph couldn't go in without being infected. But he could see inside.

There was Leo, sitting up against the wall -- oh god.

Leo's body was half-engulfed in the biggest, scariest mushroom Raphael had ever seen. It's giant eye zeroed in on Raph. It... it looked too much like... his fingers traced over his own injured eye nervously. Why did it look so similar? Donnie had theorized that the fungus might've been kraang-related, but...

Leo. Focus on Leo.

He was there, being absorbed into the mushroom. He looked so pale and thin, like he was wasting away. Raph had to save him somehow, but --

"Enjoying the view?" Donnie/Audrey III asked, whacking Raph over the head with his staff as hard as he could. Raphael crumbled to the ground, clutching his skull and groaning in pain. Yeah, that was going to leave a mark... and a pretty nasty concussion, too...

While Raph was stunned on the floor, Donnie/Audrey III noticed the portal that had allowed for the Until I Found You group's escape. It was still open.

The hand appeared at Donnie/Audrey III's feet.

"This form has served its purpose," he said flatly. "I have what I need for now... But I require you to follow after them. Bring me back the scientist, I believe that he may be of some use to me. And even if not, he can't be left with them. He's too smart, he'll find some way to weaken me... I cannot leave it to chance. Bring him to me."

The Hand.PNG "nodded" at his master, then jumped away towards the portal.

Raphael struggled to keep his vision straight. He felt something wrap around his chest, tugging him backwards. He saw the Void Brothers driving the two zombified Hamatos back to the room... in Raphael's direction... the room...

Raph's head pounded louder than a drum. The ringing in his ears wouldn't stop. He knew April would have his head for giving in so easily... maybe she'd understand given the circumstances. He could barely hold his head up after that last hit... Donnie was a lot stronger than he looked.......

At least... he would be sleeping soon. At least he would be in good company. All the Hamato martyrs, together again. At least he was with Gram-Gram again.

At least he'd be with Leo, soon...

The door closed.

Leon recalled the feeling of portalling.

It was kind of like falling. Accidentally skipping a step down the stairs. An acidic scent that slightly burned the nostrils, a popping in the ears as you go from one altitude to the other in an instant and a half.

Leo hadn't done a lot of portalling, but he'd had his fair share of experiences with the activity. But he still wasn't used to the feeling yet. He stumbled through the bright blue splotch of light and tripped on his way out, finding himself in a brand new corridor. The others followed soon after, clambering out one by one and almost stepping on top of each other.

"Where... where are we?"

"Who cares! We have to go back!" April shouted. "Raph still needs us!"

"What exactly are we supposed to do? Go in, guns blazing? With what guns??" Leo yelled anxiously, waving his arms around to gesture to the obvious lack of firearms.

"P-Prilly's right, w-we haf-hafta... go... back..."

Mikey whined loudly, trying to push himself away from Donnie. The effort hurt his injured arms, which were still bleeding profusely.

"Micheal, hold still--"

"N-no, they need us, Donnie... th-they need us... they need..."

Mikey slipped out of his grip and fell to his knees, shakily trying to get back up.

"Michael, you're in no condition to be going into a battle like that!"

"Mikey all red," Misa whimpered. "Mikey's not s'posed to be so red..."

"No, he's not," Leo growled. "Dude, just sit this one out --"

"No!" Mikey sobbed. "I can't sit back and watch as the people I love and care about get hurt!"

"WHY DO YOU THINK WE WANT YOU TO STAY PUT?!" Leo shouted angrily. "I am NOT having you get hurt like that again! Donnie, take Mikey and go find him some first aid," Leo ordered.

Donnie nodded, picking up the angry box turtle and carrying him into a side hall that lead to one of the many lounge areas. "Raph, April and I will come up with a plan."

"What Misa do?" the littlest turtle mutant asked.

"...You have a very important job to do," Leo announced. "You got those ghosty guys to come and help fight... We're gonna need all the help we can get. Misa, you're the recruiter. Go find as many people as you can and get them to come. Tell them how important it is, okay? This is a big responsibility."

Misa's face lit up.

Lee-Lee trusted her! He knew she was responsible! Misa saluted him with a determined smile and nodded.

"Misa get all the families! Everybody comes!"

"Exactly, Misa. Everybody comes."

"So what, we're just gonna pull an Avengers Endgame on the shrooms? We need more of a strategy than that!" April groaned.

"What the heck is an Avengers Endgame?" Leo asked.

"It's a human reference for a movie. Basically it just means that everybody bands together against the bad guy for an epic finale," 'Phael explained.

"Then why not say that? It makes much more sense than 'Avengers Endgame' -- and how did you know what that meant??"

"I do live with humans, in a human hotel, y'know," 'Phael said, rolling his eyes. "I've seen human movies."

"Okay, well, the majority of our family has not, so maybe--"

"Can we get back to the matter at hand?!" April exclaimed loudly.

"Hand?" Misa asked, eyeing something behind them.

"She means the important stuff," Leo explained.

"Hand!" she yelled.

"Yes, yes, we're trying to get back to the matter at--"

"No, hand!" Misa pointed.

The group turned around to see the blurry trail of a small appendage rushing into the hall after DvD and Mikey.

"I don't just want to sit a-a-and do nothing," Mikey pouted, still shaking in DvD's arms.

"I understand that, you know I do," DvD sighed. "And you also know why I am requiring you to rest. You recall what happened the last time--"

"I know, I know, don't remind me. I was bedridden for days..."

"And yet you wonder why we won't let you go fighting."

Mikey grumbled and turned away from DvD. He was so mad, he could spit venom. He knew they were right, of course they were right. But that didn't make it any easier; in fact it made it worse. Because Mikey knew he was right, too! At least, half-right. He knew that they should go back and help. But he knew he couldn't do much, not with all his energy spent and his arms in the state they were now. They stung like mad, he could barely move them. Donnie had removed what was left of the bandages, doing his best not to gag at the sight and keeping his hands as still as possible, despite his aversion to the blood.

Mikey shouldn't feel guilty for this, right?

It wasn't his fault, right? It was just... how his mystic powers were. He couldn't help the way his body worked, just as much as he couldn't help when his hypoglycemia acted up. It wasn't his fault that he was the way he was... it wasn't a bad thing, right? Being Mikey? Being sensitive to others and sensitive to himself, having some few medical issues and mystic setbacks... that wasn't necessarily a terrible thing, right? Right...?

Mikey turned away so DvD couldn't see him crying. He didn't want him to think he was any more immature or any weaker than he undoubtedly did already. Than they all did. Leo had been taking care of him and his ailments since he was a baby. And Raph was holding on to that one special secret of his... and Donnie had cleaned up the blood and gone to get some more gauze and anti-bacterial supplies for Mikey's wounds. Mikey sighed and wished he wasn't so pathetic. He wished he was stronger, smarter, better. Anyone but himself. The only thing he was good for was his stupid useless mystic powers, and they always did more harm than good, especially self-harm. Mikey hated them. He hated himself--

NO, no, don't think like that! That wasn't kind, that wasn't fair! Mikey didn't actually hate himself at all, he was just mad. He needed to let it go. He needed to sit back and breathe...

Mikey leaned back, exhaled slowly, inhaled deeply.

And he saw it.

Crawling like a cockroach on the wall and up the ceiling.

With something blue in its grip.

"DEE, LOOK OUT!!"

The Hand.PNG shot the spores at Donatello Von Draxum.

Mikey jumped.

He had no time to do anything else.

He had no energy to summon mystic chains or make a spell or do anything clever like that.

He just jumped. Dove, really. Dove straight for his brother, in a desperate attempt to push him out of the way, move him aside, get him to safety!

The spores hit him.

"MIKEY?! MIKEY!!!"

Donnie grabbed his brother, holding him close, ignoring the hand as it disappeared into the shadows to watch the scene play out...

"Mikey, look at me, focus on me, okay? You can get through this, alright!? Just concentrate on my voice..."

Mikey nodded furiously, trying to listen to DvD. But there was a ringing starting, his head felt light and dizzy, the room began to spin and get darker. DvD was fading from vision...

NO! Stay, with me, Donnie, please! Donnie?! DONNIE!!

Donnie started shouting, someone was taking him away! Mikey tried to get up, go after him -- his leg caught on something. His arms, too! He looked down and saw titanium shackles, imprisoning him to a cold metal table.

A light shone in his vision. He squinted at the blinding brightness, wishing he could have a hand free to guard his eyes. Something stood in front of the light, casting a shadow over him.

"Well, well, well... if this isn't a surprise? Back again for more, are we?"

Mikey couldn't breathe.

It... it was him. It was him.

Baron Draxum.

"No... no... no --"

"I think we need to run a few more tests on our little friend here, don't you, Donatello?"

Draxum stepped aside and showed Mikey a view of DvD, chained by the wrists and gagged at the mouth. He was screaming at Mikey, trying to warn him, pleading with him to get out of here!

Mikey screamed back at him, begging wordlessly for Draxum to let him go, please, please!!

Instead, Draxum had one of his vines whip across the room and beat his son across the face. Mikey screamed, sobbing and wailing.

"STOP! NO!"

"He always was such a pathetic disappointment." Draxum turned to the other imprisoned turtle. "Perhaps you will show some promise."

No... n-no, this wasn't how it happened! Donnie w-wasn't -- he was never -- a-and Mikey wasn't awake for any of it, he was asleep for the entire thing! He shouldn't be awake now, he shouldn't be, he shouldn't -- H-he... no, no, no, no no no no nonononononononono!!

Draxum came forward with a needle and scalpel.

"Let's begin."

DvD couldn't stop crying, he just couldn't keep the tears from coming. Mikey was sitting on the floor, screeching his poor little head off, eyes wider than saucers and filled to the brim with fear. He couldn't move much, apart from shaking nonstop. He looked like he was constantly trying to wriggle away from something, but for some odd reason his wrists and ankles were invisibly anchored to the floor. Mikey's limbs twitched as he squirmed and struggled, screaming and begging for whatever he was witnessing to stop, please, please please please stop--

"WHERE IS IT, WHERE THE HECK IS THAT HAND, WHO'S SCREAMING, WHAT'S HAPPENING--?!"

Leon and the others rushed into the room, quickly inspecting the situation and coming upon the obvious conclusion.

"April, take Misa outside..." Leo said after inspecting the scene.

"Misa want to stay with Mikey--!" the little girl protested, but April quickly scooped her up and carried her off.

Leon and 'Phael immediately dropped to Mikey's side, Leo taking the box turtle's hand in his and trying to get him to wake up.

"Dee... fear spores, right?"

"...Yeah..."

"The hand."

"Yes."

"What... what is he seeing?" 'Phael asked nervously, eyes watering at the sight of his baby brother in so much pain.

"I... there's only one thing that could scare him this bad..."

"Draxum?" Leo whimpered.

DvD nodded.

"But... h-he doesn't remember anything from that, you said he was under heavy sedatives for the entire time!"

"He was! Draxum kept him under constant anesthetics -- perhaps his mind is creating an idea of what he thinks happened?"

Raphael started fidgeting with his hands.

"U-um... actually..."

The two boys looked up at him.

"'Phael? What... what is it?"

"...He told me not to tell ya..."

"Tell us what?" Leo questioned.

"H-he made me promise--"

"Raph," DvD said, his voice begging him in ways that words could not. "Please."

"He... he does remember. He does remember what happened in the labs."

Donnie and Leo stared. Mikey continued to sob and scream.

"...What... how... how could he know that... and how do you know that he knows?!" Leo asked, voice raising with each word.

"And why wouldn't he tell us?!" DvD asked in disbelief.

Raph swallowed nervously, a sweat breaking out across the worry lines on his brow.

"He... it started sometime after Karai arrived. H-he thought that m-might do with the mystic training she did with him -- but he started having... nightmares..."

"Nightmares?"

"He said he started dreaming memories about it. It was an out-of-body sorta thing, he said. Like he was watching from the outside... He could never get away from the visions, he said -- but every night, he saw a new one."

"And he... came to you about it? Why not ME?!" Leo yelled, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Or Donnie?! Why not tell us?! We're ALL his brothers!!"

"He told me... he said he didn't wanna burden you."

"...Burden?" Donnie whimpered. "...How?"

Raphael looked back and forth between them all. His eyes fell on Leon.

"...He told me he didn't want you to feel... responsible for another thing," Raph mumbled. "He said he felt bad enough about everything he's made you worry over already, he didn't want you to..."

"...He didn't want me to know...? Because... he felt guilty?" Leo wept, tears pooling and spilling from his eyes. "That... I don't... he shouldn't have felt that way, why did he..."

Leo's eyes glossed over, he squeezed them shut, clutching Mikey's tiny fist and pressing it against his chest.

"How could I make him feel like that...?" he wept. "I never meant... I never knew..."

"But... why not tell me? I could have helped," Donnie said in-between uneven breaths. "I already knew what had happened!"

"That's... actually why he didn't come to you, Don," 'Phael explained. "He s-said, he said he didn't want to hurt you. He saw how much you were struggling and wanted to wait until you were... doing better about the whole ordeal. To be honest, I agreed with him on that mark."

"But why did he tell you?" Leo asked. "Why only you, and not us?"

"I s'pose... because he knew that I knew what it was like to be afraid all the time," 'Phael sobbed. "He knew that I wouldn't judge him for his fears. He couldn't sleep at night anymore, he needed someone to stay with him and help him through his fits... But I told him! I told him to tell you both! I told him you should know!" he cried, whimpering nervously as he wrung his hands and rocked back and forth.

"Raph! Raph, it's okay..." Leo tried to reassure him. "I mean... it's not completely okay... I wish he'd told me, but... that doesn't matter now."

Leo held Raphael close.

"We just... we need to be here for him now... How much does he know?"

"...Everything."

"...This isn't going to be easy for him," Donnie exhaled.

"Or us," Leon added.

The trio gathered close to Michelangelo, each laying their hands on him, a sign that they were there and they were offering comfort in the only way they could.

Mikey kept screaming, he couldn't stop screaming. No matter what his brothers tried, they couldn't snap him out of whatever horrors he was experiencing. They just kneeled beside him, holding his hands and hoping their support made some leeway.

But Mikey just kept screaming, shrieking, crying, weeping, wailing, sobbing. He howled until his throat ran dry and his voiced cracked and went hoarse. He wept until his eyes were red and irritated and his cheeks were stained with saltwater and starting to chafe and the area around his eyes went puffy and soft. And on he went. For what seemed like hours, days, years, centuries even -- but was probably only 15 minutes. Mikey was stuck in a loop of fits and fear.

And then finally, he slowed. His breathing calmed, his sobs turning to hiccups and suck-ups and hyperventilation, as his eyes darted around, looking for something familiar.

"Is... is it over?" Leo asked, internally begging for it to be so.

Donatello was heaving along with Mikey, his cheeks also stained with tears.

"I... I think--"

"D-Donnie?" Mikey whispered shakily.

"Mikey? I'm right here, I'm --"

"No... no, not Donnie, please, I--"

"Is, is he --?"

"He's not done with the hallucination yet," Donnie realised. "It's about to get so much worse."

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!" Mikey screamed, bolting forwards. His legs tangled underneath him, causing him to trip over himself. His arms were strained behind him, his ankles struggling against the ground, as if something was still holding him back.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HIM, WHAT IS HE SEEING DON?!" Leo screamed.

"Me," Donnie whimpered, holding back desperate sobs. "He's seeing what Draxum did to me. On the last day. When we fought...."

Mikey shrieked in agony, his eyes somehow producing twice as many tears as they had before in this one moment, pouring out for his brother's sake.

Mikey's screams were cut short, he gasped in horror. They all could assume what he'd seen. Draxum had killed Donnie in his hallucinations. Mikey went horribly pale. His eyes widened.

"No... no... no, no, no, get away get--!"

Mikey jerked suddenly. His body seized up, his eyes went wide, and then --

He fell backwards.

Back into the hold of his brothers, who caught him almost immediately.

"MIKEY!!"

Mikey didn't hear them, he simply lay in their arms.

Mikey stopped shaking. His limbs had gone slack. His body went limp. His eyes went somewhere far away from them all.

Mikey exhaled.

And he didn't inhale.

"...Mikey...?"

He didn't respond.

"What... what just happened?" Raph asked nervously.

"He didn't... he didn't just..." Leo begged, slowly placing his fingers against his neck. He paused. He tried the wrist next. He couldn't find any pulse.

"He didn't just leave us, did he?"

"...Michael...?"

Leo pounded his fist against the ground.

He wasn't going to give up his baby brother.

Leo placed his hands across Mikey's chest, applied pressure.

1, 2, 3, 4.

"Come on, Mikey, come on...!"

1, 2, 3 ,4.

1, 2, 3, 4.

"Come ON, Mikey, COME ON! I'm not letting you go!"

DvD was crying, holding himself tight as tears soaked into his shirt and vest.

"Leo, stop... Leo, he... he..."

"Leon, mate, please, he--" 'Phael reached for him, attempting to comfort.

"COME ON!" Leo shouted, refusing to give up.

1, 2, 3, 4.

1, 2, 3--

"WAKE UP!!" he sobbed.

Mikey gasped for air.

His eyes blinked wildly as he bolted upright, limbs flailing about in a mad panic. Three bodies pounced upon him, wrapping themselves around him and sobbing into him. Mikey said nothing. He simply looked around in confusion, getting his bearings and perfividly coming back to reality. He listened, but couldn't hear them. Everything was numb and strange, every sound and image baffled him. All he knew was he hadn't been here anymore. But he was here again, now. Here with his brothers.

... I did not intend for this ...

Yes, I intended to send the spores.

And yes, I intended to have them sent after Donatello.

I even intended for them to miss him entirely, for Michelangelo to rush in his place and take the hit for him.

But I never intended this.

Michelangelo was meant to see a different fear entirely.

Michelangelo is afraid of being the frailest, the smallest, the weakest of the brood. Dear little Mikey is afraid that he has nothing of importance to offer. He is always relying on the others to help him, to save him. He has nothing to offer them in return. Mikey tries to do what he can, but deep down he is afraid that one of these days, his brothers will discover that HE needs THEM far more than they could ever need him.

Truly, THAT was what he was meant to see. I had no idea he would see... all that.

They told me no one would get hurt. They told me no one would die. They promised me. And they lied.

It was a good game while it lasted. But I'm not having fun with it anymore.

No one was meant to be hurt like this.

No one was meant to die.

I suppose this means I'll have to do what I can to fix things, now.

"L-Leo," croaked Mikey, who slowly raised his hand and pointed a trembling finger. "Hand…"

“What... what are you saying, Mike?"

“Hand,” Mikey clarified, stressing his wobbly finger as he gestured behind them.

The boys followed Mikey's direction.

The Hand.PNG was crawling towards them.

"G-Get it away from Mikey!" Leo screamed, kicking his feet in the creature's direction.

"Don't let it come any closer!"

"WHERE'S MY TECH-BŌ?!"

"Please, if you could simply pause for a moment, I'd like to make you an offer."

Everything stopped.

Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey froze, jaws dropping to the floor as they heard the hand speak at them.

"You... y-you can talk?" Mikey's voice came out grated and raspy.

"Yes."

"What... why are you just deciding to speak now?" Raphael asked.

"And why have you been tormenting us all?!" Donnie bellowed, gripping his tech-bō tightly as possible.

"And what did you mean, you wanted to make an offer?" Leon interrupted. "An offer for what?"

"I was wondering if I could offer you my services. How would you like to rescue your family and destroy the fear fungus?”

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ofstardustanddreaming · 1 month

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a much needed pick me up

oneshot summary: (the request) when nanami picks up his firstborn girl from kindergarten, noticing she was kinda upset (him not knowing why), so he secretly thought of taking her out to a candy store, knowing that can cheer her up.

content warnings: none

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: kento nanami

female reader

anon request

a.n. - i'm sorry if this is a bit rough, i don't often write parent fics, but i hope this was okay!

Today, you were entrusting Nanami to pick up your daughter from school. You had some errands of your own to run, and you knew you wouldn't be able to pick her up like you typically would. You felt bad, but Nanami understood that your life was busy too. And it's been a while since he's picked her up, something he misses doing.

When he arrived at the school, he was checking his phone to see how early he was, but pleasantly surprised that he was there right on time. The children were being let out, and he kept a close eye out for his daughter.

He saw her running towards him, a warm smile taking a hold on his face as she came running towards him. He lowered himself to her level, pulling her in for the hug that she was wanting. He felt his heart cave in when he felt tears hitting his neck though, not wanting his daughter to feel sad.

"Missed you." She says into his neck, and his heart melts.

"Yeah, I missed you too. Did you learn anything in school?" He asks, trying to ease into a conversation about what might have happened to make her cry. She shakes her head against his neck as he starts to stand up from his position. He feels disheartened, unsure how to help his daughter.

He puts her in her car seat in the back, hesitating a moment, not wanting to get in the driver's seat yet.

"You okay, bug?" He asks, wiping a tear from her cheek. She shakes her head begrudgingly, not wanting to speak. "Did you want to talk about it?" She shakes her head again, and his mouth turns downward. He drops the subject, a little bit at a loss. She's never really had a bad day before, and might have trouble regulating emotions. He just wants to help, but isn't quite sure what to do at the step where she doesn't want to talk. He'd have to consult you for help.

But he knew of something that could brighten her day a little bit. There's a candy shop that's on the way to the park that you, Nanami, and your child frequent to let her play, and she often looks at the window excitedly, as often kids do, and points with some pleading to go in. You have been in there once to let her pick something out, but don't want to build the habit of constantly eating sweets. But Nanami thinks right now is an exception to the rule.

Your daughter doesn't really have a sense of direction at that age, so it really was surprising to her when Nanami pulled into an area she didn't recognize initially. But when she saw the walking path that you guys took to the park, she immediately perked up. She looked up hopeful at her dad, and he gave her a smirk.

"Come on, let's go to the candy store. I'll let you pick out a few things." He says, grabbing her by the hand to make sure she doesn't run off to far to get injured. Her excited shouts of glee made his heart warm up, glad to know his daughter was feeling a little bit better. He knows it isn't a permanent fix, but even for a tiny while he wants to see her mood improved.

When they had entered the shop, the jingling of the bells had signaled their entrance. He was hit by the smell of sweet candy, getting easily enticed himself to pick up some candy. His daughter took off, running to some of her favorite picks of candy, and some new ones she wanted to try. He gave a soft call of "careful" after her, keeping an eye on her as he picked some candy out for himself. He was also looking for some of your favorite candy as well, knowing exactly which ones you loved.

He walked towards the counter, making idle chat with the worker there since there weren't that many customers in the store, and he waited for his daughter. The worker giggled at her excitement, seeing how your daughter ran around as if she was on a sugar rush herself. She eventually moves up to the counter, holding up her goods to Nanami. She looks nervous, thinking she had grabbed to many sweets for him to agree too, but he takes what she had grabbed at puts them on the counter.

The cashier rings him up and he takes the bag in one hand when she presents it to him, where he then picks his daughter up with his other hand when she holds her hands up and asks to be held. It was a quick walk back to the car, and an even quicker back to the house, yet it felt elongated by the fact his daughter was back to being sullen. He was worried and wanted your input on how to help.

"Go see your mother." He says as he ushers your daughter through the door, and he feels his heart warm to hear her slight giggle as you excitedly greet her, the smell of dinner wafting through.

"How was school today?" Was the magic question from you, which causes her to burst into tears as she runs to her room. It leaves you befuddled, and you walk to the door entry where it's hidden from the kitchen, to see if Nanami knew why she was upset. He shrugs as he comes over to you to hug and kiss you.

"She was upset after school, she wouldn't say why. I stopped by the candy store to see if it could cheer her up at all, and she was happy. For a little bit at least." He catches you up, stating he'd hope you might know why if the school had called home to say why she might be crying.

You put down your cooking utensils, ushering Nanami towards your daughter's door as you both plan to figure out what the problem was. You both sat on the bed that she was on, curious as to what the issue could be. You pull your daughter up, pulling her into your side to comfort her.

"What's up bug? Bad day at school?" You ask her, and she looks up at you tearfully.

"I just miss you guys." She says, sniffling through the sentence. And you realize what this might be about as you make eye contact with Nanami, who was realizing it himself.

"Oh I see. We haven't had the chance to all hang together. We can change that though. I'm sorry bug, we've been busy with work, and you've had school. But we can change that now, where we can go to the park tomorrow if you'd like. And I know you got candy today, but maybe tomorrow we can go again. At least one more time. I know that's your favorite place." You tell her, and she slowly starts to beam.

"Really?" She asks softly, and you nod, while Nanami picks her up.

"Of course." He replies, which causes her to smile more. "I can always call off some evening shifts, we have been pretty busy lately. I'm sorry you've felt this way bug, and thank you for telling us. We'll always make time for you." He says smiling down at her, and over at you. Maybe the candy store will be the new spot to create happiness.

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rorygillmore911 · 7 months

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Mother's Day

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jack has a very important, surprise gift to give you on a special holiday for your inaugural celebrations together

Paring: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

WC: 1.4k

Whenever he can, Aaron leaves work early to get Jack. Thankfully, with Strauss's return, he's not still stuck doing two jobs, so he finishes his work in time to get Jack from school. You also love when he has days like that because it means he'll cook something delicious and homemade, maybe even dessert if Jack has anything to say about it.

Jack gets into the car like any other day, but what he says isn't the typical comment about his day or request for an afternoon activity. "Did you know it's Mother's Day this weekend?" Jack asks.

Aaron's heart clenches in his chest. Mother's Days, birthdays, Christmases, and the anniversary of Haley's death are all especially hard days for Jack, and Aaron tries his best to support his son. "Do you want to talk about mom?" He asks softly as he drives. Since Jack doesn't remember a lot of it, Aaron fills in the blanks and answers the questions.

"No, I might want to talk to her tonight, but I want to get a present," Jack explains.

Aaron frowns a little but accepts it. "We can do that. What do you want to get her?"

Jack's thinking face looks like his dad's, something you were the first to point out to Aaron. "I don't know." He admits. "You always get roses for Y/n so maybe I can get her flowers?"

That really throws Aaron, and it rapidly occurs to him that he and Jack aren't talking about the same person. "You want to get a present for Y/n?" He clarifies.

Jack shifts uncomfortably in his car seat, clearly nervous at his father's reaction. "I'm sorry. Is that wrong?"

Aaron can't shake his head fast enough. "No. No, of course not, buddy." He assures his son, reaching back with one hand to touch the boy's foot for extra reassurance. "I think she'd really like that. What made you think you want to get something for her?" He tries to ask it in a non-judgemental, casual tone.

"Well, in class, we were all talking about what we love about our moms, and a lot of the things that my friends were talking about are things that Y/n does for me." He explains, and Aaron feels his heart clench in the best way that time while he bites down a wide smile. "Mom is still my mom, and I'm not forgetting how she used to do those things for me, but Y/n is there for me too."

Aaron notices what he's emphasizing, and he's immensely proud of Jack for being able to express those feelings, understanding that appreciating his mom and recognizing your role in his life aren't mutually exclusive.

Then he's thinking about you as he absorbs the confession. And how lucky he is to have you. You have been a constant source of support and love, a beacon of hope and stability in the wake of their family tragedy, never anything but good to them. He feels so much joy and a tiny bit of sadness. He knows Haley would have loved you and appreciated how much you care for Jack, but he wishes she was there to see it.

He's choked up as he goes to speak. "Jack, that's very sweet of you, and I think, no, I know, Y/n feels the same way about you. She thinks you're the most amazing kid ever."

Jack smiles softly. "She does? Really?"

Aaron can't nod fast enough. "Yes, she always tells me how great she thinks you are."

"So we can get her a gift for her?" Jack confirms, looking hopeful.

"Absolutely." Aaron agrees, taking a right turn to the mall rather than a left to their home. "Whatever you want."

It's been such a long week of work and Saturday mornings are Jack's soccer games, so as soon as your Saturday movie night is over, you're fast asleep next to Aaron.

Like usual, he stirs beside you first on Sunday morning, but when you go to get up with him, he softly whispers for you to go back to sleep and that's very easy to do.

When you next wake up, the sun is creeping through the blinds at a different angle, signaling that you slept in for longer than you usually would.

There's a soft knock at the bedroom door before you can properly wake up and get out of bed, and you softly call out for who you expect to be Jack to come in.

You're right in your guess that it's Jack, who quickly jumps up onto the bed with you, followed by his father who has a breakfast tray with a big vase of flowers on it accompanying a delicious-looking plate of French toast.

"Wow, you've both been busy this morning." You mumble sleepily as you sit up to hug Jack who's jumping into your arms.

"Happy Mother's Day!" He cheers joyfully, and you're taken off guard by the greeting, completely shocked.

Your eyes dart to Aaron's to make sure you heard Jack correctly, and his wide smile confirms you have. He's looking between you both with so much love and tenderness, his heart so full it feels like it's bursting.

Your eyes fill with tears as you realize the enormity of what he's just said. "Thank you, Jack." You squeeze him even tighter in a hug, not wanting him to slip away from this perfect moment.

He pulls back and smiles at you before turning back to his dad. "Can we give it to her?" He asks.

"Sure, bud." Aaron agrees, setting the tray down over the top of your legs. He sits near the foot of the bed while Jack snuggles into your side.

Jack reaches forward to pick up the little box next to the breakfast. "Here." He hands it to you. "Happy Mother's Day. Thank you for caring so much about me."

You kiss his forehead, holding him tighter to his side as you gladly accept his thoughtful and unexpected gift. "You're very welcome. I love you, Jackers."

Whatever he has for you has to be jewelry from the small, flat shape of the box and the designer jewelry stamp. You open it up, and your heart melts more, if it were possible. What's inside is a gorgeous gold bracelet with a flat, circular charm, engraved with the letter J.

Jack touches it as your finger does. "It's a J for Jack."

You nod so you don't start crying too much. You're so overwhelmed by gratitude and happiness that you can't help but let one tear slip out.

"Thank you." You finally get the words out. "It's perfect and I love it so much. I'm going to wear it every day, so you're always with me."

Jack's grinning a proud grin, clearly proud of himself for picking it out. Aaron had told him how much you would love it, but seeing it confirms it for him. "I think it'll look beautiful on you." He tells you adorably.

You chuckle a little. "You're a sweet talker just like your dad, you know?"

Aaron laughs next to you, but Jack's confused at what your compliment means, and his attention is drawn elsewhere. "Daddy and I made French toast for me as well. Oh, and I got you flowers."

It's a gorgeous bunch of flowers, beautiful colors, and lovely smells. "Thank you so much. Both of you." You repeat to them, making sure they're feeling the reciprocated love you're feeling.

"You're welcome," Jack says politely.

Aaron leans over to kiss your forehead. "I love you." He whispers.

You whisper it back before looking back at your breakfast plate. "There's a lot of French toast here, so I might need some help eating it." You say suspiciously, looking between Jack and Aaron.

Jack's eyes light up like he's been waiting for you to offer him some of it, and you can't blame him, it looks and smells like restaurant quality and you know breakfast foods are Aaron's strong suit cooking-wise.

"I am kind of hungry." Jack agrees, smirking at you softly.

"Eat up then, bud." You say, offering him the first spoonful. "We've got lots of fun stuff to do today."

#criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n #Motherbond #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic

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kunekojo · 1 year

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Hii, I'm not sure if you write for these characters so I'm a little nervous, I read the list of ideas and I was wondering if you could write what it would be like to give a massage to zangetsu (including the hollow) and also to Ichigo, nsfw pls ^^♡

Heyyaaa, please don't be nervous! To be frank, I hardly started writing seriously a week ago and most stuff I felt like writing was Shunsui and Kisuke. So please, there's no need to be nervous about a few characters I did not yet write for! Honestly, I'm so sorry for taking this long but I wanted to make sure this comes out good

There's always room for more ^-^ I sincerely hope this is to your liking and that I did them justice.

NSFW Massage with Zangetsu (featuring Hollow Ichigo) and Ichigo x Fem!Reader

Warning: NSFW

Zangetsu

“You seem terribly stiff.” you point from behind as you carefully study the hint of restraint in his muscles.

“Do I?” Zangetsu turns his head and asks bluntly, a little taken aback by your remark.

“Yes, quite a lot.”

He can’t quite understand your capability to notice such tiny insignificant details, but it’s not unexpected of you given your observational skills. A little preoccupied with something else, he brushes this thought away. There’s no harm in restraint, so why should he be bothered by it?

“It’ll go away.” his short response makes you slightly furious. You are aware that the situation is not severe, but it doesn't mean he shouldn't take care of himself just this one time.

You've just seen him at work the past two days, so a little extra attention shouldn't hurt. It just will only last for a short period of time, not more. You reach out and seize his hand as you watch him turning to leave, which causes him to look at you bewilderedly as you clutch him tightly.

“I know but, can’t you let me take care of it? I promise it’ll be so much better afterward.” your pleading places him in utter confusion, what can you possibly do to ease up such a minor inconvenience?

Truthfully, it does cause him plenty of discomforts but not enough to halt him from tending to his work. Still, he can’t deny his curiosity, rather because he can hardly imagine what cure you might possibly hold.

“Take care of it? How?” he mouths softly, erasing some of the gaps between you two with tiny steps.

Zangetsu watches you silently with stern eyes holding a hint of intrigue, urging you to go ahead and speak.

“Would you let me give you a massage?” you offer timidly but the excitement in your eyes tells him this isn’t only about his back pain. But that won’t make him not take up your offer, especially since you give him your usual look of anticipation.

It doesn’t take him much to nod in agreement. He may not hold an interest in massages but if it’s something you wish to perform on him, he won’t reject it. However, his quick confirmation places you under so much cheerfulness that you immediately lead him to the bed. You signal him to take off his upper cloth and he quickly does it, placing it as neatly as possible on the nearest table.

“You’re going to enjoy it, trust me,” you reassure him to which he gives you a content hum and a slight smile beams on his face.

“Alright, I trust you.”

Once he stays still, you place your hands on his back, gently propping him closer to the softness of the matter. It feels so intimate to have him so close that you don't want to remove your hands from him. You even grease your fingers to make the experience better for him, but when you press against the sensitive portion of his skin, you can hear him groan. Even so, you don't feel any discomfort in his voice; rather, you hear maybe a hint of... Pleasure? It truly surprises you, making you want to look for additional places to hear him again.

Again, you stroke the appropriate area, but this time his grumbling is a bit louder, and Oh god, you almost seem to be enjoying it a little too much. Your cheeks are already burning red, but you try to contain it for a little longer to explore more of his body.

“Move your hand a little lower.” his low-toned voice stuns you but you comply with his request.

Fingers creeping lower against his skin, you press gently enough for him to let out a pleased hum. Then, you slowly make your way around his waist and swirl gentle long-pressed motions. Although you don't really know anything about massages, he seems to be enjoying himself as he guides you around just with the noises he’s making.

The feel of his muscles’ tenderness makes you want to wander around his front but this isn’t about you following your desires, it’s about giving him a good time. However, you can’t help but think about the image of you trailing along his chiseled pecs, deepening your touch with each grunt he gives. The way you’d caress his stiff shoulder, pressing yourself into him to grasp him from behind. You feel a fine tingle in your lower as your daydream’s features grow a little descriptive with the possibility of taking care of him in ways he likes.

The huff of his voice snatches your attention and you’re back to reality. You hear slightly ragged breaths coming from him and you wonder what’s going on. But as you pay a little attention around, you notice you’ve accidentally bent over his back with your hands tightly wrapped around his abs.

How did it get like this? You question yourself, a little embarrassed with your stunt. Feeling bad, you toss your body back but he’s quick to seize one of your arms, not letting go of you. His firm grip makes you gasp and right when you’re readying yourself to mumble an apology, he cuts you off.

“No, keep going.” he demands with a faint groan, bringing your hand back to where it was and you comply, drawing soft-pressed traces. Did you just make him horny? You must find out.

You lean forward and rest your head on his shoulders out of curiosity, letting your gaze drift down to his groin where you are surprised to see the prominence of his pulsing member. Its slight twitching makes your walls clench, urging you to gradually lower your hand. Zangetsu hums in satisfaction as you gently make your way to his downward and right when you’re close in range to it, he pushes his hand into yours and settles it on his crotch.

The sensation of his twitches makes you wonder how much he’s waited for you to touch him like that, but now it doesn't matter because you'll take proper care of his trouble. As another grunt squeaks out of his mouth, you teasingly wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke along the created line there.

You can feel the impatience in his motions, but once you draw your lips closer to his ears, you whisper. “Shhh, don’t worry, I’ve got you.” you can’t see the expression on his face but the relaxation of his tensed build helps you picture it.

You can’t bear to play with him, so you swiftly reach for his pants and unbuckle them open. When you slide your hand underneath his underwear and softly pull his throbbing cock out, Zangetsu breathes heavily, making you wonder how much it’ll take for him to burst.

You glide your hand across his shaft, jerking it at a slow pace but the sudden tightening of his hand around yours makes you jolt. You open your eyes and stare confusedly only to notice the coming of an unfamiliar chuckle.

“Grip it tighter.” the hollow urged you, steadying your own pace and you tried to keep with him.

His appearance takes you by surprise but not as much as previously and just by the shift of the atmosphere you can tell how much this situation will escalate. This thought makes you smile and you can barely wait to see just what’ll happen next.

Once he deems your jerks quick enough, his hand moves away, finding comfort close to your thigh. He bents his back to place it between your thighs as his fingers blindly reach for your cunt to shove soft presses. You gasp at how much he’s deepening his thrusts, slightly messing with your pace but you’re quick to compose yourself.

You both touch yourself rhythmically, panting with each heavy stroke either of you performs. But you can tell he’s much closer to his arrival than you, given he was the last to handle you. It compels you that you’ve got the upper hand so you must make sure he cums first at all costs.

You quickly move your palm up and down while letting out a small gasp as bubbles of cum begin to form on his tip. As you tighten your hold, he tosses his head back, giving you the opportunity to go faster.

You jerk him a couple more times and loudly pant in his ear, causing him to hunch his hips and slither as liquid rapidly drops down his cock and dribbles onto his jeans. He exhales quickly and appears to be about to fall over, but just as he turns to face you, you pull away from him, grinning in anticipation.

You can foresee his words just by the way he’s glancing at you intently as if he’s readying to do so much more.

“Now’s my turn.” He smiles mischievously and borders you in his arms.

Ichigo

“Ouch.” you hear him right next to you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I think I pressured my muscles too much.” Ichigo replies, rubbing his chest but the noise of another pained gasp makes you clutch his pecs.

You massage the area with gentle pressings but despite feeling his soreness worsen, your touch gradually eases him up.

You swing your hand around as he's carefully observing your motions and he can’t help but wonder where you learned to do that.

“There, is this better?” You ask, parting your lips whilst you watch him closely for any more signals.

Your voice makes him lower his head to look at you, but when sees you staring at him with wide-open eyes and not halting your hands, a wave of warmth surges through him. The way you rub him feels so good that he can’t put into words how great it is but hum contently instead.

“Yeah, it is.” He approves, drawing his face close to your lips to place a smooth kiss. “Thank you.”

But right when he’s about to pull away, you tightly grasp his shirt.

“Hold up, where do you think you’re going?”

“Huh? What do you mean? It doesn’t hurt anymore.” He insists with furrowed brows, confused with the way you’re not letting him go. What was more to do?

“I know but it doesn’t mean there’s no need to prevent it.” You protest, a little unsure if massages work that way but it’s worth a shot.

You follow him with intent eyes, hinting that he has no choice but play along. You really won’t give up until he gets that massage, won’t you? Ichigo sighs in slight amusement at how precautious you are, giving into your wish. After all, it’s a pretty good feeling so why not have it for a little longer.

“Fine.” He agrees as a soft smile builds on his face as your trailing softens his body, filling him with a craving to feel you linger across his skin for much longer.

“Good, but I need you to remove your shirt.” Your implication takes him aback, stunning him momentarily.

“What? Can’t you just do it like this?” The timidness in his voice makes you chuckle, how can you tend to him properly with material slipping between your fingers? “It can't be any different with my shirt off.”

“No, silly. There has to be no obstacle for this to be effective.” Your explanation sounds a little far off but he doesn’t really want you to stop at this point. But the way you indicate it'll feel better makes him burn with a little intrigue. “Or I can just leave you be and-“

“No.” The shifting in his voice makes you blink at him curiously. It takes you by surprise just how quick he replied and you can’t help yourself but wonder what made him change his mind?

You lean toward him to observe him better but the look of pleasure in his eyes tells your traces are simply that good. However, the way he watches you so tensely gives you a vibe of uncertainty.

“Are you sure? Ichi?” you search for his reassurance which he provides by gently pulling your hand away so he can take out his shirt.

“Yes, Y/N. Don't worry, go ahead.” he smoothly presses your fingers against his chest and you gaze back at him, returning to your pace.

Feeling his muscles so plainly helps you rub him better than before, thing you're able to tell by the way his body relaxes. You focus all your concentration on the area but Ichigo can't seem to look anywhere else but at you, as you do your little performance. His eyes dart to your face and stay to observe your firm expression with great interest. But when you part your lips as you lose yourself in touching him, he can't take his glance away from their tenderness.

Have your lips always been this fleshy? He wonders, desiring to run his finger across them to test it out, but he won't interrupt you when you're this focused. Still, his mind does the trick for him, picturing how you would probably lift your head to look into his eyes. It's the image of your expression that brings more warmth in him, so much that your fingers running down his chest worsen it.

But he can't compose himself at this point, not even after he sways his stare toward your firm hand.

The sudden sensation of his hand lifting your head causes you to stop with a gasp, but as he presses his lips against yours, you do nothing but indulge yourself in his taste. With your hand unmoved, you clutch his muscles as his other hand wraps around your waist, gradually pulling you closer.

The drive in him to do this makes you question whether this was a consequence of your massage but the deepening of his kiss causes a jolt of arousal to run through your veins.

Ichigo makes sure he leaves no corners of your mouth untouched whilst you grant him the pleasure to explore inside. The heat of the moment makes you both pant into each other’s mouths, lingering for more.

Holding you, he slowly leans you down to lie on the mattress and moves his hands along your curves.

“Ichigo.” you let out a faint moan as he halts the kiss by lifting himself to observe you from above.

The red hue flushing your cheeks makes his stiffening member throb. Watching you beautifully laid down fills him with a desire to make more noises escape from you. But how should he do it? He ponders but soon sees your thighs rubbing against each other in search of a stimulus.

“Y/N, please spread your legs.” he pleads, unable to take his focus away and upon hearing him, you hum and comply.

Hands reaching for your lower, he hastily takes your clothes off, and once he’s left with the sight of your wet folds, his mouth rushes to your love box. His hands go under your legs to settle them to rest on his shoulders while his mouth begins brushing your sex.

The feeling of his firm tingles makes you squirm below him, providing him with what he wanted. You feel the tip of his tongue caress your clit with pressed strokes and moan with each circling he performs.

“Oh, Ichigo,” you whine, placing your hand on his head to push him deeper. He wants to hear more of that.

But right as he savors your sweetness, he finds the right pace once you let a sharp cry out. Ichigo quickens his motions, occasionally sucking your clit. His grip around your legs tightens with each tremble you make, giving more music to his ears. He can't get enough of your juices, greedily eating you out to get more.

His tongue moves so well around your slick folds and makes you toss your head back as shivers run down your spine. But he's doing such a great job that you can't restrain your hips more not to buckle into his mouth, begging him to make you cum. God, the way he will make you cum.

Your toes curl while the incoming climax makes you seize his hair harshly, and once you shout his name fiercely, he helps you ride through your orgasm.

Your body quivers profoundly in his touch, but the placements of smooth kisses over your cherry make you gasp with how sensitive you are.

“So good.” Ichigo mumbles, lifting himself to look over how good he made you feel.

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linksthoughtbrambles · 2 years

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On Awakenings in The Legend of Zelda, Part 2: BotW Link

(If you missed part 1, you can read it here).

BotW Link is under far more social pressure than in any other Zelda game. Everyone knows he's the chosen hero. He's the Princess' Appointed Knight. He's been designated the Hylian Champion. He has a unique uniform marking him as such for all to see. He tries to live up to all of that.

It messes with him. I think there's a clue as to how in the screenshot.

In the first awakenings post, I explained some things that make me think Link could not hear either Hylia or Fi pre-Calamity. (In short: if he could, he could've helped Zelda).

I think the screenshot above is an even bigger clue. I also think the conversation leading to it reveals more about Link's situation than it seems to at first.

1.) Our Best Hope

At the start of the memory at Lake Kolomo, Zelda's talking about helping Daruk improve his ability to control Rudania. Then she says this:

Then, her entire demeanor changes. She holds the slate against her stomach, curls in on herself a bit, and has a distinctly not-happy look on her face. There's a pregnant pause, and she stops walking.

Why does she stop? Why does she look upset?

It's true Zelda's worried about awakening her own power. She doesn't consider herself the best hope to turn back the Calamity, and I'm sure that was what she intended to express when she said this, but...

That's not why I think she paused.

I think she suddenly realized she'd just said something awful to Link.

"These Divine Beasts... they're our best hope" - not you, Link.

Not you.

The camera focuses on Link for a few seconds after this, and Link blinks, which is pretty normal... but right before he does, he narrows his eyes, just a little. (It's a tiny reaction, but from this nearly-expressionless Link, even a small change is a big deal).

I think this is why Zelda then begins to talk about Link. She does not talk about herself. Here's the rest of her dialog in order:

Not just can you hear it. Can you hear it yet.

The fact that she asks if he can hear it yet suggests that at some earlier point in time, something made Zelda think he couldn't hear it. (It took me so long to pick up on this that I didn't even consider it for my own previous writings. Oh well).

Few have missed the tone with which Zelda says, "hero" at the end of this. It's doubtful at the very least. In Zelda's mind, Link has not proven himself to be a hero at this point.

Now, let's consider this from Link's point of view. - The prophecy that started the excavations of the Divine Beasts said the power to oppose the Calamity lay dormant beneath the ground. (The power's not with you, Link. You don't have it). - Zelda thinks the Divine Beasts are the best hope against the Calamity. (Not you, Link). - You haven't proven yourself to be a hero yet, Link.

As a Hylian might say, Dear Goddess. It would be absolutely no mystery why Link might doubt himself, even if he's fantastic at swordplay.

(I don't think Zelda meant to be hurtful, but I think the dialog in this memory is a prime example of constant low-level doubt signals Link's getting from people).

(Also - that prophecy was clearly false and intended to help the Calamity. I have more thoughts on that... for another post, though).

I'm going to pull two punchlines from all this stuff: - The signals from outside tell Link to doubt himself. - It's doubtful that Link could hear Fi.

(The first awakenings post has some other reasons for that 2nd one).

2.) Zelda's Diary and So Many Eyes

A good deal of Zelda's diary in BotW is about Link. It describes him as a silent knight, and she believes at first that his silence means he despises her. After the Yiga attack, she gets him to open up to her bit by bit. Here's something she discovers when he does.

Link has a difficult time telling Zelda about this, which means it bears a lot of weight. Link has strong emotions tied up in his answer (if he didn't, it would be easy to talk about).

Link says with so many eyes on him, he feels he has to stay strong (and silent). The fact of so many people watching him is making him change his behavior. He's worried about what they think.

The punchline: BotW Link is spending a lot of emotional energy on what other people think.

3.) To Stay Strong and to Silently Bear Any Burden

Let's break the strong and silent part down a little.

Link feels it necessary.

This is not what Link wants. It might not even be what he thinks is best. He just thinks it's necessary: something he must do.

He must stay strong.

Saying this means some part of him doesn't want to be strong all the time. He'd like a break. He doesn't think he's allowed to have one.

What kind of strength is he referring to? Does he mean physical strength to fight monsters (and the Calamity)? I don't think that's what he means, because he goes on to say:

He must silently bear any burden.

Saying this means (a) he is tempted not to stay silent and (b) the thing he wants to break his silence for is his burden. He wants to talk to someone about that weight-of-the-world on his shoulders, but he thinks he mustn't.

He thinks talking to someone about it would mean he's not staying strong.

This may seem obvious, but I'll point it out anyway: Link does feel burdened.

The punchline: Link thinks he can't tell anyone how he feels.

4.) Not Facing Fear

So, why does Link think he can't tell anyone how he feels about his burden?

I'd think if Link had mostly positive, optimistic-type thoughts about the coming Calamity, he'd have no problem telling people that. So... I tend to think the fact he feels he mustn't talk about it means the thoughts aren't so good. So, what could those not-good thoughts be? Two things seem very obvious. - Fear of losing the battle. - Fear of failing to protect the Princess.

There's a 3rd that's less obvious, but that I think is hinted at strongly: - Fear that if people knew how he felt, they would react badly. (He's worried about what they'd think. Why bother worrying about it if it doesn't matter? Link thinks it matters).

Link's not talking because he's afraid that if he does, the reaction will be bad. Exactly what bad reaction he expects isn't clear--maybe he doesn't want people to lose hope, or maybe he thinks people will hate on him, or maybe he thinks he'll cause a panic if it gets out that he's not 100% sure of himself. But regardless:

Link is scared... and he feels alone.

That's so important I'm going to say it again. Link is scared.

Is Link facing this fear?

No. He is not. The only way he could face what people would think of him is to break the silence--which he feels he mustn't do.

The only way he can face fear of losing against the Calamity is to fight it. And here... we run into a host of other problems for BotW Link (next section).

The punchline: BotW Link is having a courage problem pre-Calamity.

(The courage problem is primarily social in nature, but it still exists).

(Zelda... seems to have come so close to starting to help Link resolve this. Starting to open up to her was the first step toward facing the fear that caused his silence, but they ran out of time).

5.) BotW Link is Conforming to Societal Expectations Instead of Preparing Himself

What is BotW Link doing with his time pre-Calamity? We of course see some of what he does in memories, but we get an overarching statement in Daruk's "training journal":

We know Link did brave things pre-Calamity. He slew the Lynel of Ploymus mountain. He killed a mighty pile of monsters in Eldin while traveling with Zelda. He stopped a monster from backstabbing Daruk. He stopped Yiga footsoldiers from killing Zelda. There may be other things we don't hear about, but... the entry in Daruk's diary seems to indicate... not much.

So, rather than being the person at the front repelling every monster attack, rather than constantly pushing himself to become stronger, he is mostly a bodyguard. Vigilant and dedicated, yes, but also stagnant.

When Zelda shows Link the silent princess flower, she explains they're an endangered species, but all efforts to grow them domestically have failed--the princess can only thrive in the wild. This is a metaphor regarding Zelda's inability to unlock her power while living a sheltered, ordered, protected life, but I think this metaphor also applies to Link.

Link, who follows the king's orders, works a professional, orderly job, and follows Zelda in silence for a long time.

Link who is not out in the wilds slaughtering monsters left-and-right and simultaneously assuring himself (and everyone else!) that he is in fact a badass, and will be able to slay the Calamity when it comes.

The punchline: Link's conformity prevented him from preparing for the Calamity in more meaningful ways.

6.) A Fine Line Between Courage and Recklessness

When Link kills all those monsters in Eldin, Zelda tells him there's a fine line between courage and recklessness, and that as brave as Link is, he's not immortal.

This, I think, is yet another clue that something's up with Link.

In Skyward Sword, we learn that the courage of a true hero is meant to be the willingness to do anything, to make any sacrifice, to save someone else. NOT to prove yourself.

Proving yourself is a selfish act.

Saving someone is a selfless act. Saving someone while believing it's likely to kill you is the mark of a true hero. (This 2nd bit is why saving Zelda from the Yiga isn't quite enough--which I get to further down).

(Saving someone in order to prove yourself is still a selfish act--and this matters for yet another thing I'll talk about in a later post).

If Link was behaving recklessly (and considering the size of the dead monster pile, he may very well have been), that sounds more like having something to prove than trying to save Zelda. The best way to survive a fight is not to have one in the first place. I submit that Link was on the recklessness side of the line in this memory.

The punchline: Recklessness is a selfish act - not aligned with the courage of a true hero.

(Before anyone yells at me, I'm not saying BotW Link isn't brave. Of course he is! But the Triforce pieces have strict requirements in order to be able to wield them, and we know SS Link couldn't until he'd met them).

Collecting the punchlines:

a.)The signals from outside tell Link to doubt himself. b.) It's doubtful that Link could hear Fi. c.) BotW Link is spending a lot of emotional energy on what other people think. d.) Link thinks he can't tell anyone how he feels. e.) BotW Link is having a courage problem pre-Calamity. f.) Link's conformity prevented him from preparing for the Calamity in more meaningful ways. g.) Recklessness is a selfish act - not aligned with the courage of a true hero.

And also a punchline from the first awakenings post:

h.) There's a good chance Link couldn't hear Hylia or Fi pre-Calamity.

(Double-supporting Link not hearing them both from this post and that one).

This... does not sound like someone who is ready to wield the Triforce of Courage--not yet.

And I'm going to make one assumption that I think is totally reasonable: - I assume that in order to fully wield the power of the Master Sword and to hear Fi, Link has to be aligned with the Triforce of Courage. He doesn't have to have the Triforce. But he has to be in a state in which he could wield it. (This is a little different from Skyward Sword, but I think it's reasonable because in that game, Fi was a being that everyone could see! She'd come out of the sword and other people, such as Headmaster Gaepora and the robot Scrapper, could see her! That doesn't happen anymore in other games, and I think it's because Fi 'goes to sleep' at the end of Skyward Sword - so interacting with her requires more effort--and magic--from the sword's wielder).

Punchlines b and h would be a result of the others, meaning Link's not in full alignment yet pre-Calamity--not until he entirely selflessly steps between Zelda and that guardian on Blatchery Plain, knowing that shot will kill him. That is a selfless act demonstrating the courage of a true hero, and would have put him in complete alignment. (Just like it aligned Zelda right afterward).

Link's always been strong on courage when facing physical danger. In BotW, social courage challenges him. In my opinion, this is great character development for Link and an interesting social commentary on how forcing people into roles dictated by society can be harmful. (I think.. maybe that's for another post, too).

I think Link was so wound up over what people were thinking and so unwilling to face that fear it put him further from the courage of a true hero than any of the other Links had ever been. I suspect if BotW Link had never been a knight and no one had any idea what the sword on his back was, he'd have done far better--but if he had, ultimately he wouldn't have grown as much as a person.

I am not knocking BotW Link. He had the deck heavily stacked against him.

This one's more nebulous.

This post is dealing with feelings and sometimes inactions rather than the first one which was based on pre-existing lore and entirely solid actions. I'd say everything in this post is less cut and dry, and there's more than one way to interpret it. But.. this is how I do! [And it's therefore how it works in my fanfic].

There's still more, but this is already...so... long.

Read Previous: On Awakenings in The Legend of Zelda

Read Next: On Awakenings in The Legend of Zelda, Part 3: Can’t Fi Just Talk?

[Ultimately, I'm writing these because of my fanfics and people asking stuff about why things happen the way they do in them.]

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wardenparker · 2 years

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Flyboy

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x female Reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: E for Extremely Explicit! Word Count: 12k Warnings: Alcohol, gold medal flirting, cocky young Frankie should have a warning all his own, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, masturbation, tits, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, protected sex, somnophilia (roleplay? technically? I dunno). Summary: Out to celebrate with your coworkers, you have a random encounter with a handsome Army pilot and decide to take a chance. Notes: ✨💖🎈Last week I passed the unbelievable milestone of 1.5k followers and I just absolutely cannot thank all of you lovely folx enough!! Well over a THOUSAND of you have joined me since I became a part of the Pedro fandom a little over a year ago and I am just continually floored by the amazing response you’ve all had to not only my work alone but my collaborations with Keri. Being able to come to this little corner of the internet and share my words with all of you has been a gift of magnitude that I cannot begin to explain properly. You have my gratitude, dear readers and followers, and I hope to continue to be silly in this corner of the internet with you for a long time to come.🎈💖✨

✈ I know the gif is from Hermanas, but I chose it because this is baby Frankie! ✈

The party had started with noon beers at your coworker's college graduation party. When it turned into afternoon sangria and then evening margaritas, the group of merrily celebrating coworkers had begun to dwindle a few at a time. Somebody's spouse came to whisk them off to dinner from the bar. A significant other joined the group for one drink and they both left together by the next. One of the older members of the group threw in the towel when she ran out of cigarettes, calling it her signal from the universe that her night was over. Another got called away by a different group of friends. Now it's just three of you left, bellied up to a high-top table in a dive bar with busy pool tables and a karaoke contest going on. The basket of popcorn on the table between you keeps you thirsty enough to brave the commotion to grab another rum and Coke, even as your two friends are giggling over the group of flyboys that are conquering the pool tables. "Who wants another?" You ask above the music, pointing to your friends' dwindling glasses.

Nights out on the town were sacred. The reward for surviving the instructors all week and not killing anyone as they learned control of the Bell UH-1 Iroquois, otherwise known as the Huey. ��Yo Fish!” Frankie huffs, looking up from the table where he is positioned for his shot, knowing that the cocky motherfucker was just trying to distract him from his shot. He lands the next ball in the corner pocket and Smith owes him a hundred bucks. “It’s your turn to by rounds man!”

“In a hundred bucks!” He yells back, shaking his head. He turns back to the table, leaning down and calculating angles before he pushes the chalked-up cue forward to strike the cue ball into the striped three ball, pushing it into the corner pocket he had called earlier.

There's good natured hollering and jeering as you head toward the bar to grab another round for your friends as the flyboys give one of their own a hard time about something, and their inevitable good mood means it's going to take longer to squeeze past the pool tables to get to the bar. "Civilian coming through, boys. Make room!" You joke, trying to get them to move just enough to give you a tiny path through.

Rivera might be one of the best in the class, second only to Frankie, but he was a clumsy son of a bitch. It’s pure dumb luck that Frankie turns right as Rivera jumps back, his exuberant cheering causing him to back into the pretty woman that is edging her way through the sea of Army pilots in training. “Fuck!” Leaping forward, he manages to push past the overgrown child to catch her before she falls flat on her unstable - and cute - butt.

"You guys are really taking that whole sweep a girl off her feet thing seriously these days, I see." The one guy in the bunch with fast enough reflexes to keep you from hitting the ground is broad and strong, towering over you as he lifts you back up to your feet as easily as you snatched a falling piece of popcorn out of the air earlier. "Thanks, flyboy."

Frankie grins, quick and sharp, liking the way you punned your rescue. “Not but the best for damsels in distress.” He tells you with a wink. “But I’ll let you buy me a drink to thank me.” He’s teasing, knowing full well he won’t let you buy him a drink, although he would buy you one if you’ll let him.

"Hmmm." Pretending to consider him, you give the dimpled, smirking pilot a long look up and down before you nod. It's been a long day of carousing with people you're sort of half-friends with, and you could use a few minutes of getting hit on to revitalize your enthusiasm for the night before you go back to them. "Alright," you agree, aiming a smirk of your own right at him. "But just you, not the round you're supposed to be buying for all your buddies."

Chuckling, Frankie turns around and shoves the hundred dollar bill he had just taken off Smith back into the man’s hand. “There you go boys.” He crows. “Rounds on me and I’ll win another round some other time.” He tells him, knowing that Smith will beckon the pretty red headed waitress over to order some more beers and shots.

"So what's your poison, flyboy?" Having lived in this town for years, the tales of the Army pilots scouring their favourite dives for local girls to entertain for a night - or sometimes a whole weekend if the story gets embellished - are plentiful and entertaining. It's not the first time you've had run ins with them, if you could call this a run in, but it's the first time you've seen this particular guy and he is extremely easy on the eyes. Sidling up to the crowded bar together, you can feel the heat rolling off him in waves beside you. Like a summer night but in human form.

Frankie smirks, enjoying the nickname, even if ‘Morales’ is clearly marked on his uniform with a neat name bar. “Francisco, but you can call me Frankie or ‘Cat’ if you want.” He tells you. “What’s your name? I didn’t quite catch it when I was catching you.”

“I must have forgotten my manners with the lack of gravity,” you joke, giving him an amused smile before you tell him your first name.

“Beautiful.” He gives you a small wink. “Just like you.” After casually dropping the compliment, he turns towards the bartender who’s just arrived. “Drinks on my tab.” He tells him before he looks back at you. “What’ll it be?”

“I thought I was buying?” The question doesn’t hang in the air for long because the bartender is swamped, and you shake your head at the pilot beside you. “Rum and Coke.” You tell the bartender after another second, and you fish a few bills out of your pocket. “And two more margaritas for the two girls at the corner table by the windows.” You’ll happily kill a little time with this flyboy, and the bar has plenty of capable waitresses who can deliver the round you promised to buy.

Frankie shakes his head and pushes your money back towards you. “I’ll get it.” He tells you before ordering his own, a beer since he was under strict order to not embarrass the Army by getting shitfaced.

“You don’t have to pay for my friends.” Offering him the bill instead, you roll your eyes when he gives you an ’are you serious?’ look and tuck the money back into your pocket. “Thanks, then. From what’s left of my squad. I know they’ll appreciate it.”

“Girls’ night out?” He asks, craning his neck to look over at the table where the other two girls are watching you with devious little grins on their faces. Frankie tilts his head up in acknowledgement but then his eyes fall back to you. “Not putting a damper on things, am I?”

“Not at all.” You give your friends a wave and lean on the bar a little more. “We had a coworker’s graduation party this afternoon and we’ve been bar hopping ever since. Started out with ten of us and we’re the last three.”

“Three musketeers of trouble, huh?” He grins, matching your stance and swipes at his bottom lip with his tongue. Habit more than trying to draw your attention to his lips, but he doesn’t miss your eyes following the movement. “So which one are you?”

“Porthos, obviously.” Alright, he might be the only man in uniform to ever flirt with you using literary references, so you’re going to go ahead and give him bonus points for that even if he’s only ever seen the movies. He’s far too hot to not get bonus points for something. “Always up for a good joke, a drink, a flirt, all that good stuff. Nothing’s ever serious until it’s deadly serious and by that time I’ve already thought of three puns to use while kicking somebody’s ass.” That might be giving yourself a tad too much credit, but what is flirting if not selling yourself? Good sales need embellishment sometimes, that’s all.

“Really?” He lifts a brow and chuckles, enjoying the easy banter between the two of you. While going out was always in the hopes of meeting a gorgeous lady to perhaps take home - or in his case, get her to take him home - it wasn’t a requisite for a good night. However, his prospects for not sleeping alone just got better. “Aramis is more my personality but instead of religion, it’s flying.” He jokes. “Or maybe flying is my religion.”

“Seductions, poetry, and unwavering loyalty.” Clicking your tongue, the shoulder shrug you give him is more animated than just a dismissive little gesture. “That’s a hell of a way to promote yourself.”

“Well, I don’t like to brag…” The playful banter is cut off by the bartender bringing the drinks over and he sets all four in front of you. “I’ll deliver the drinks to the table.” He offers, giving you the choice of ending the conversation or continuing.

“Sure.” You can agree to that, despite knowing that your coworkers will try to chat him up and either tell him a ridiculous story about you or - much more embarrassing - tell him how long it’s been since you dated anybody and tease him about taking you home. Not that that would be a particularly bad thing. Not this guy. At least he has a brain behind that smirk.

Frankie nods, picking up the two margaritas and turning around to deliver them to the table. Buoyed by the fact that you aren’t following behind him, and still leaning against the bar as he holds the drinks up carefully to keep from being jostled as he winds through the crowd. “Ladies.” He coos as he sets them down. “Margaritas, compliments of your lovely co-worker.”

“I told you she was gonna get hit on next.” Your younger coworker complains, clearly hoping she would have gotten that honour. “You’re sure these aren’t from you and your buddies over there?”

“Annie—” The other woman swats at the friend’s arm playfully and offers the man in front of them a smile. “Ignore her. Thank you for the delivery, handsome. Be good to our girl, okay?”

Frankie chuckles and looks over at the swarm of servicemen still crowding around the pool table. “I’ll tell you what?” He points over at Smith. “You go up to that tall, goofy looking motherfucker right there and tell him ‘Cat said to buy us a round’, I’ll bet you that he’ll hit on you.” He looks at Annie. “And the one with the glasses? He’ll hit on you.” He predicts, knowing they are very much the other men’s type. “But at least you’ll get a free round.”

“See how gallant he is?” The older of the two women laughs and picks up her drink from where he set it in front of her and even Annie has to smile in agreement. “She,” your coworker leans in closer to the pilot conspiratorially and points at you across the crowded bar. “Loves reading and live music, and is inhuman without her morning coffee so make sure you remember that tomorrow.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Frankie winks at them and turns back to see you watching the interaction with an amused smile on your face. His grin gets a little wider and he keeps his eyes on you as he makes his way back to the bar. “Mission success.”

“Did they give you any tips or tell you an embarrassing anecdote?” You fully expect that of the two who are left, especially if Annie was feeling grumpy about not being flirted with.

“Just that I am to provide you with coffee in the morning if I expect human interaction.” He teases with a grin. “Which…same.”

“That…” A laugh escapes you and you shrug before taking a sip of your drink. “Is totally fair, actually. I can’t even get righteous about it.”

“Although maybe I need to be a little righteous.” Frankie picks up his beer and takes a sip of it. “They made it seem like I’m easy.” He huffs, pretending to be offended. “Like it’s guaranteed I’m going home with you tonight.”

“They’re hoping for a little water cooler gossip.” The way your wave it off is meant to be silly and a little dismissive, like of course your work friends just want the dirty details.

He snickers, leaning in again and glancing down at your lips. “Yeah?” He asks. “Does my little musketeer kiss and tell?” He tsks playfully. “Naughty.”

You nearly snort at the nickname, but have to admit that it’s weirdly cute. “Sometimes,” you admit, not missing the way his gaze drops to your lips before raking back up to your eyes. “If the kiss is worth talking about.”

“Hmmmm.” He pretends to take a notebook out of his pocket, miming writing in his palm. “Make kiss worth it.” He murmurs to himself. “Got it.” Looking up he flashes you a smirk. “Where?” He asks, knowing the question will confuse you.

“Where?” Tilting your head slightly, you pick up your drink to take a sip. Despite drinking on and off all day, you’ve had plenty to eat and plenty of nonalcoholic drinks, so it’s the question that’s confusing you and not booze making your brain float.

“Where do I kiss you to make it tellable?” He purrs.

“I thought you were trying to sell me on you not being easy?” The corner of your mouth quirks up in a smirk. Normally cocky isn’t really your thing, but he’s playful about it and you have to appreciate the hell out of that.

“Shit.” He hisses, rolling his eyes at himself. “Failed again.” He takes another sip of his beer and looks over at the table again, grinning when your friends are walking towards the pool table. “Your friends said you like reading. What genre?”

“The Three Musketeers is actually one of my favourites, but…” This question is always an interesting one for you to handle, but for no reason other than throwing caution to the wind, you decide to just tell him the blatant truth and see what his reaction is. “But most of what I read is romance novels, actually.”

“Nora Roberts type books or Anita Blake?” He asks, raising a brow and waiting for his answer. “Or maybe a little of everything?”

“A little bit of everything.” He knows who Anita Blake is? Hiding your impressed expression behind another sip of your drink, you actually laugh a little. “Depends on my mood.”

“Completely understandable.” He can see you are curious about how he knows about romance novels, so he decides that he will let you in on a secret. “I grew up with three older sisters.” He tells you easily. “Swiped their romances novels a lot as a teenager to see what they were giggling over.”

That makes sense, and you nod in understanding. “And did you learn anything interesting from your sisters’ books?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs slightly, tucking his tongue in his cheek. “Hopefully so. I think so.” He sends you another wink. “Enough to get myself in trouble.”

“Good trouble, I hope.” If he’s read smutty novels then he might at least know how to find your clit, and that is another big bonus points.

“Cops have been called; noise complaints filed.” He admits with a grin. “That kind of trouble.”

“Not that a flyboy ever brags, right Aramis?” Noise complaints makes you smirk, knowing that your roommates have been ‘entertaining’ their own dates quite a bit lately and making a fucking racket in your apartment. A little payback might be fun.

“I didn’t know a sleep study was right next door.” He defends himself. “Besides, we weren’t even that loud.”

“A sleep study?” You burst out with a deep belly laugh, not expected that twist to the story at all. “Well shit, I hope they had good dreams after.”

“I tried my best.” He promises with, grinning at your laugh and tossing back the rest of his beer. Your own rum and Coke is looking low but he doesn’t know if you want another. “Want another? Or something else?” He asks, nodding towards your drink.

“Depends.” Shifting your weight from foot to foot, you deliberately lower your eyes to the gorgeous Cupid’s bow of his bottom lip before raising them again to meet his gaze. It’s not something you do - not often anyway. And it’s definitely early in the conversation to be bringing it up, but he’s…too good to pass up. “It’s cheaper to drink my own booze, if you want to give me something to talk about.”

He takes a minute to process it, checking your eyes to make sure you aren’t more intoxicated than you seem. When he sees that you are relatively sober, he nods. “If you’re sure?” He asks. “I’d love to talk with you.”

“You wanna tell your boys you’re leaving?” Most men probably wouldn’t bothering checking in with their guys, but you want to give him the option because you’ll definitely be sending his name in a text to your coworkers in case he didn’t introduce himself to them. A girl can never be too careful.

“Yeah.” He nods and looks over at the group that are now standing around the tables more than playing. “You can tell your girlfriends you’re leaving.” He flashes you a grin. “Make sure they know your name in case I end up missing, chained to your bed.” He quips. “I’d still be AWOL.”

“If you end up chained to my bed, it won’t be until after I know your safe word and any hard limits.” You tell him with the cool air of someone who actually has restraints on their bed. A four-poster bed and some scarves are the closest you come, but it’s fun to tease.

Frankie laughs, tossing his head back and letting it bark towards the ceiling. “God, we’re gonna have fun.” He predicts gleefully. His hand comes around you, resting on your back. “Come on Madame Dom. Let’s go make sure you’re safe and the assholes don’t look for me later on.”

“Pay your tab, flyboy.” He’s eager, and that makes you grin a little wider. “Or else it will be the bar looking for you and not your friends.” From your pocket, you pull out your phone and wave it slightly. “I’m gonna see if my roommates are home.”

“Shit, that’s right.” Frankie turns around and catches the bartender’s attention with his credit card. He can’t believe he almost forgot about his tab. The commander of the flight school would murder him if he had left a bill at a bar in town.

“All set?” His signature is down on the receipt as soon as the bartender puts it in front of him, and it looks like both of your roommates are out with dates tonight, so your end of things is all good. Thank god for that laundry spree you’d done a few days ago - clean sheets on the bed is something nice to look forward to even when you sleep alone.

“Yeah.” Frankie hands the guy a tip in cash and nods to him. “You want to say goodbye to your friends before we leave?”

“Probably should.” If you slip out without saying something, Annie will go from pouting to worried-little-sister mode in a heartbeat and start blowing up your phone nonstop. Which honestly is not such a bad trait to have in a friend that you occasionally bar hop with.

“I get it.” Frankie tells you. “You can’t be too careful.” His sisters had frequently called him when they went home with someone, baby brother would pick them up, but he was also protective of his sisters.

“Would you mind teaching the other men of the world that? Because they seem to think that our safety is emasculating then somehow.” You roll your eyes but smile, letting it turn into a grin when his friends make a roar of noise at your approach. It seems like this isn’t an all-too-unusual occurrence for your flyboy, but that doesn’t bother you. It’s not like you’re looking for a lifelong commitment here, just a little fun. “I’ll see you guys Monday,” You tell your friends, giving them both hugs. “Get home safe.” With a wink, you add. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Annie smirks, looking over at Frankie with a raised brow. “So, nothing?” She teases, only slightly jealous now that she’s flirting with the tall one like Frankie had predicted.

“Be nice or you won’t get details,” you laugh, giving them both a quick hug before stepping back to rejoin your new friend for the evening.

Frankie had already told the guys he would be back to base sometime, leaving it at that. “So, did you take a cab or drive?” He asks, knowing that he didn’t drive here tonight.

“Our driver got swooped up by her girlfriend an hour ago.” Phone already in hand, you can practically call for an Uber blindfolded with one finger in this town. Having so many bars and so many military men and women meant that on Saturday nights it was always easy to call for a ride. “The ride is only about ten minutes aaaand…it looks like our ride will be here in three.”

“Let’s get some air.” Frankie suggests, cover in hand as he guides you towards the door of the bar. He holds it open for you and as soon as he steps outside, he is placing it on his head, covering the military haircut and checking to make sure the cover is exactly aligned as it should be.

The night has turned cool, providing a little contrast to the scorching hot day and to the over-warmth of the crowded bar from so much body heat. It’s just enough to make you shiver once in your sundress and sigh happily. “Perfect night. Just cool enough to want someone nearby.”

“It is a nice night.” The two of you slowly stroll along the walkway in front of the bar, the noise muted behind its walls, only to blast out when the door swings open. “Although I did just realize something.”

“Oh yeah?” If you thought he was secretly a creep or married or something you never would have invited him to your place, so you doubt there’s about to be some big dramatic reveal, but he has a good sense of humor to go with that handsome face and has been good with pick up lines and such so far, so you just tilt your head at him and lean against the wall of the behind you. “What’s that?”

“Well, I think before you take me home…” He steps closer to you and his hand slowly reaches for your waist. “I think you should let me kiss you. To make sure you think it’s worth it.” He murmurs with a small smile on his lips as he looks into your eyes.

“Well, I think I’m worth going home with,” you tease, but you can feel your breathing shallow out a little at he presses into your space. Lord he really is exceptionally attractive, Aquiline nose and single dimple giving him a unique look that you can’t resist. “But why don’t you make sure you agree with me?”

He chuckles quietly, reaching up to hold your jaw between his thumb and index fingers, changing the angle slightly as he starts to lean in. “That mouth is gonna be trouble.” He murmurs before he presses his lips to yours, soft to start before leaning into it more.

Baby, you have no idea. The reply is right on the tip of your tongue, but he steals it away. It’s gone as soon as he spreads his fingers to cradle the line of your jaw in his large palm, replacing all of your senses with just him as you hum into the kiss.

Like anything good, Frankie firmly believes in getting a feel for it. Just like he’s doing as he kisses you. Slowly caressing your lips with his tongue and coaxing it open, allowing him inside. Heat will follow, rushed neediness would be there. For now, he wants to taste you, sampling the rum and Coke from your mouth and groaning when you give him a small whimper.

When you can think again, you’ll be congratulating yourself on what an excellent decision it was to take a chance on this flyboy, because if he’s half as dedicated to fucking you later as he is to kissing you right now, he might actually knock that one night stand from spring break two years ago right out of the top spot in your sexual history book. He tastes like beer and summertime and feels like even more of a wall than the one your back is pressed up against. One arm easily winds its way around his neck, your other hand finding his hip to draw him in closer. Body to body. That’s what you’re craving right now.

Frankie shuffles closer, enjoying the scent of your perfume and the softness of your lips, your body, as he presses you into the wall. Another swipe of his tongue, curling around yours expertly and humming deep in his throat when you moan again. It’s only because he senses a car pull up behind him does he pull away, staring at you as he straightens up. “I think that’s us.” He murmurs, throat slightly raspy with hunger.

“Huh?” There are no thoughts whatsoever in your head for a minute, until you blink heavily and his lips curl into a smirk and you realize you can see him better because a car’s high beams are pointed at you. “Oh. Right.” Nice job, dumb ass. “So am I worth going home with, then?” The tease is right back in place when you shake off the haze and reach for the Uber’s door.

“I knew that the moment you landed in my arms instead of on your ass.” He jokes. “Question is, am I worth taking home?”

“Get in the car, flyboy.” You tell him unequivocally, pulling the door open for both of you. “Or we’re walking.”

He chuckles, very pleased with your sass and throws the driver a grin. “Yes ma’am.” He might have copped a small feel of your ass as you climb into the car, but he was only trying to help you with your sundress.

Not the kind of person to be overly prim, you have no problem staying close to him in the back of the car as it pulls back out onto the main road toward home. The taste of his lingers deliciously, making you want to press your lips together to hold on to the sensation of having his on them. “It’s a quick drive,” you murmur out loud, though you have no idea if you’re telling him or reassuring yourself.

“That’s good.” Frankie shifts towards you, sliding his arm around your shoulders and his other hand settles on your knee. “It’s a good time to tells you how pretty you look.” He murmurs in your ear. Fingers tapping lightly on your skin.

Making out the back of a stranger’s car is bad manners, you remind yourself on repeat when his mouth hangs so near to you that you can almost taste him again. “Pretty enough to eat?” You joke. Well, half-joke.

Frankie knows he’s got you interested. He chuckles against your ear, shifting slightly and drags the hooked end of his nose up your cheek. “It’s a good thing I’m fucking hungry.” He rasps.

“Goddamn.” You could practically melt into this seat, and one of your hands grasps his thigh, nails biting in the material of his pants. “Good.”

His hand slides up, just a few inches. “Yeah?” He hums, making sure that his breath fans over your damp skin. “I can eat your pussy tonight?”

Carefully, your hand creeps higher in his leg to match his advance on you. “Gotta show me what you learned from all those books you snatched.”

His lips brush over the back of your jaw. “Also learned that women like to be seduced right?” His index finger starts drawing a little circle into your skin, working higher on your thigh. “It’s a big part of foreplay. Show them that you want them?”

“Mmhmm.” It’s nearly a whimper, and you nod against him. “Never gonna say no to that.”

“Good.” He slides his fingers up between your thighs, just a bare inch from your covered cunt. “Want to make sure your pussy is dripping when I finally slide inside.”

“Trust me.” When you shift to keep from squirming, your hand on his thigh grips just below the heft of his hardening cock and the side of your hand brushing against it makes you feel like you’re about to see stars despite the fact that he’s barely touched you yet. “That’s not going to be an issue.”

He chuckles again, turning his head when the car starts to slow down. “Are we almost home, beautiful?”

“The next building down.” It’s mostly for the driver, who started pulling up to the wrong apartment complex, but also for the man beside you. The apartment would be spacious for a couple or small family, so for you and your two roommates it’s just right. But you’re prepared to thank every lucky star in the universe that neither of them is home tonight.

Frankie reluctantly pulls away, knowing the two of you will need to get out of the car in order to make it into this apartment of yours. The driver finds the right building and pulls to a stop. He opens the door and steps out, waiting for you to see if you need help. "Thanks for the ride, man."

The car is gone into the night almost as soon as you let yourselves into the front door of the building, and the stairs are blessedly abandoned when you get inside. “It’s just the second floor,” you tell him, motioning to the stairs. “The elevator hasn’t worked in years.”

“That’s no problem.” He shoots you a grin. “There aren’t any elevators in the barracks. Even the officer’s barracks.”

"You boys just get wings on your boots, huh?" You throw him a grin as you head up the stairs in the cramped lobby. "Every bit of sky is yours for the taking."

He chuckles and has to refrain from taking the stairs two at a time. “I mean, yeah.” He huffs. “Nothing like it. Best fucking feeling ever being up there.”

"I think maybe I need to get my ass up in a plane, because I'm pretty sure sex still tops every flight I've ever taken." You meet him on the top step and easily slip your hand into his outstretched one. "Third door on the left, flyboy."

Frankie walks dutifully to the door with your hand in his and stands to the side. Understanding why you let go of his hand, but still pouting slightly as you dig your keys out of your purse. The place is dark when you push inside, and you drop your keys and purse on the side table next to the door as soon as you're through so you can reach for him again. "Home sweet home."

Frankie hums and looks around before he grins at you, wrapping his arms around your body. “Show me your room.”

"This way." There isn't a chance in hell that you're going to move out of his arms. Instead, you go in the complete opposite direction, slipping your arms around his shoulders and pressing your lips to every bit of skin along his neck that you can manage as you tug him toward your bedroom.

Groaning, he remembers to yank his cover off his head and crush it in his hand while he moves with you. Eager to get into that bedroom of yours. It’s been a few weeks since he’s gone home with a girl and he wants to strip you down and make both of you feel incredible.

"Is it some kind of weird treason if all this ends up on my floor?" As soon as the door is shut behind you, you're fumbling blindly for the buttons on his uniform, far too interested into diving into a hungry kiss to actually try to be graceful.

Laughing, he shakes his head and tosses the cover on the floor. “Not at all.” He tells you. “It’s considered patriotic to throw it on the floor.”

"I'm suddenly feeling the most patriotic I've ever been in my life." It feels like his entire uniform is made of buttons though, and your uncoordinated fingers stumble over the obstacles enough times that you pout against his lips. The last thing you want to do is stop kissing him, but you also want to know what he's hiding under all that fabric.

His hands come over yours, stopping you. "Why don't you let me do it?" He asks, smirking at your frustrated grunts and the pout you give him. "That way you can enjoy."

“Fine…” It’s with a deeply dramatic sigh and an immediately playful grin that you relinquish control, letting him take over the pace and exactly what pieces of his uniform will come off when. You kick your sandals off and don’t hesitate to pull your dress over your head, smirking when he is now the one pouting as you back up to climb into your bed.

"Damnit." He hisses, ripping off his blouse and immediately pulling his undershirt off to show off the lean planes of his body. Frankie isn't ripped, God no, but as a twenty-give year old Army officer, he is in pretty fucking decent shape. The shadows of abs was enough for him, he wasn't going to starve or dehydrate himself to fucking achieve that look. Besides, from the hungry look on your face, you don't mind at all.

He's fucking beautiful. Like mouthwateringly perfect, as far as your taste in men. He's broad and strong and his massive hands could probably wrap around your throat or your thighs with equal ease. If you weren't already laying back in a pile of your own pillows with your fingers mere inches from your soaking wet panties, you would already be on your knees in front of him. But the view from where you are is your own personal striptease and you are doing your goddamn best to memorize every detail for masturbation fuel in the future.

"Touch yourself." Frankie orders, voice rough as he starts to unbuckle his belt. He smirks at your surprised expression, and he nods towards your cunt. "You want to touch yourself, do it." He orders again. "Right here. Shove your hands into your panties and touch your swollen little clit for me."

"Fuck." That wasn't at all the response you expected to get from him and your hand dives into your panties faster than you can think and the way you moan at that first touch of your own fingers to your clit makes his eyes go impossibly darker with want.

"Goddamn baby." He hisses, quickly unhooking and unzipping the starched dress pants and dropping them down, kicking them and his shoes off at the same time and leaving him in the black socks and stark white boxers that do nothing to hide the erection that is currently tenting the material. "Feels good, doesn't it?" He coos, eyes fixated on your cloth covered core.

"Gonna be better when it's you." It doesn't take much to shift on the bed, dragging your panties aside with the hand that isn't knuckle deep in your own wet pussy. "Take it all off and get the fuck over here, flyboy. Wanna touch you."

He chuckles and smirks down at you, hooking his thumbs under his boxers. "Yes ma'am." He teases, pushing them down and stripping them off before he stands tall again and lets you get a good look at him fully nude.

"Goddamn, baby." Giving his own words right back to him, you tug your bottom lip between your teeth and groan as your eyes rake up and down the length of his body. You're squirming in place, hips rocking on your own fingers, while you take in the sight of his thick cock already beaded with precum just begging to split you open.

Winking cockily, Frankie knows that you are eager. Kneeling on the bed and wrapping his fingers around your ankle to tug it slightly closer. Pulling you towards him as he crawls up to join you. “Like something you see, pretty girl?”

"Have a feeling I'm gonna fuckin love something I see." Fuckin love or love fucking - both are entirely true. He brings you closer, making it easier for you to lean in and nip at his bottom lip. "Gonna let me ride that cock after you eat my pussy?"

His lips chase yours for another kiss while his cock bounces against your inner thigh. "After your legs are up on my shoulders and I make you cum all over my cock." He promises, nipping back at your lip playfully, loving the fact that you like to use your teeth.

"So many big plans." Pouring a groan into his mouth, you let the kiss turn hungry for a long moment. It's a gorgeous distraction for just as long as it takes to drag your fingers out of your own slick and wrap them around his length.

Grunting into your mouth, he twitches under your touch, enjoying the firm grip you have around him. His own hands reaching for your panties, tearing them in his eagerness to get to your cunt. The ripping of the fabric making him grunt again.

The feeling of that fabric ripping against your skin - the sound of it, too - makes you absolutely whimper into his needy kiss. “Fucking hell, baby. Touch me. Please.” You beg, blindly searching for his hands to push at least one of them towards where you need him most.

The next chuckle is dirty, bordering slightly mocking as he starts to kiss down your jaw and nips your pulse sharp enough to make you gasp. His fingers don't give in, instead he spreads them, cupping your bare cunt and covering it with his palm. "Is someone needy?" He coos, teasing you with a little lick at the hollow of your throat before biting your collar bone and moving down another few inches.

“I’ll wrap my fingers around your cock again and we’ll both be needy,” you shoot back, laughing despite how badly your body is singing with desire.

"Baby, I'm gonna be needy until I'm balls deep inside this tight, hot little pussy." He murmurs, smirking up at you before kitten lick the tip of one breast before he wraps his lips around it.

The way you keen is messy and needy in all the best ways, and your head falls back on the pillow behind you. The only nuisance is that he doesn’t have any hair to speak of for you to run your fingers through or grab onto, leaving you to rake your fingernails against the base of his skull encouragingly as you moan for him. He loves the way your nipple responds. Tightening under his tongue as he drags it over it. Scraping his teeth across the firm peak and sucking it back in his mouth to tease it some more. Groaning around it before he pulls off with a wet pop and switches over to the other.

If somebody were at home besides the two of you, they would already be pounding on the door in annoyance at how vocal the two of you are together. Every sound that comes out of him is heavenly sin - egging you on and encouraging you to meet his enthusiasm. Not that you need the help, already panting and moaning under him as though you'd been starved of intimacy for years.

Frankie nudges at your breast, pushing at it as he sucks, enjoying the way you whimper and scratch at his head. Trying to pull him closer and push him down to where you need him all at the same time. He loves a woman who’s responsive, who’s nearly feral for his touch.

He keeps at your tits until you’re nearly growling, and the low chuckle he gives before starting to trail his mouth southward again has you on the edge of sanity. He practically has you about to cum just sucking on your tits, you might melt into the bed once he finally sets that tongue to work on your cunt.

His tongue dips into your navel, showing you exactly what his plan for your aching little hole is. He flicks his tongue deep and laves around his generously, lips twisted upward when your legs lift and your heels dig into his shoulder blades.

“Go ahead and gloat, flyboy.” You’ve always been the kind of person to have a sense of humor about sex, and especially when it’s something like this. He has every right to feel good about how worked up he’s gotten you, and he’s clearly enjoying the affect he has on you. That’s all a part of pleasure, in your opinion.

He chuckles and bites at the swell of belly over your mound, scraping his still smooth cheeks against it before he slides down again. "Not gloating." He hums, winking at you. "Just enjoying myself." He turns his head and kisses one thigh and then turns his head the opposite direction to kiss the other. "I like a woman who's playful and needy in bed." He confesses before he flattens his tongue and makes the first pass over your clit.

“Fuck!” He takes you by surprise, and your head nearly hits the headboard when it drops back, making you giggle. When that giggle turns into another moan, your fingernails find his scalp again with ease. “H—hopefully loud, too. Shit, baby.”

He just is moaning into your cunt in answer, burrowing his tongue deeper as his vocalizations resonate into your skin. He loves how loud you are, wants you to be louder for him. To give him everything you've got and fall apart. His hands spread your thighs wider, letting him reach more of you with unabashed enthusiasm.

Every word out of your mouth is the highest praise, every sound is pure sin that spurs him on in his quest to bring you the most pleasure he possibly can. His tongue is just as good - maybe even better - on your weeping cunt as it was weaving sinful promises in your ear earlier and the Army needs to invent a medal for pussy eating right away.

You taste incredible. Tangy and musky, making. him lick and suck on your folds, nibble on the lip of your cunt and groan when he plunges his tongue into your velvety softness and lets it slide through the fresh slick leaking from you. Pushing your hips back, lifting your legs up off his back so he delves deeper and spear his tongue upside you to curl up.

That tingling sensation that rolls through your entire body, sparking nerves out to the very tips of your fingers and toes and taking any possible sense of restraint you had with it. The rambling, cursing, barely coherent warning you manage to eek out before you cum the first time is punctuated by a cry of his name - the first time you’ve actually used it all night – but he has absolutely earned the plaintive wail of “Fuck, Frankie!” When you fall apart for him.

Hearing you, feeling you start to cum just makes Frankie double down. His tongue flicking and his jaw aching but he continues to eat you like a starved man. Groaning into you while his hips shift subtly against the bed, grinding against it for friction while his mouth is flooded with your essence.

If it was destined to be a one-orgasm night, it would still be a really fucking excellent night. Fortunately for both of you it absolutely won't be - but the boneless way you fall back into your pillows again after having arched off the bed speaks to exactly how hard you just came for him. "Jesus fuckin Christ." An indulgent, filthy giggle bubbles up out of you when he doesn't let up right away. "You're gonna kill me, baby."

He chuckles, pulling away and giving your clit a few slow, lazy licks as he watches you recover. You’re gorgeous this way and he admires the way your tits rise and fall. Slapping the outside of your thigh, he raises a brow. “Want another before I fuck you?” He offers.

It's such a loaded question, because you desperately want to cum as many times as he'll let you, but you aren't the only person in this bed right now. "Still want to ride you, gorgeous. If I cum that hard again on your tongue, I might not be able to make my legs work afterward."

Frankie grunts a small gawf and nods, lifting up to his knees and sliding off the bed. “Let me get a condom out of my wallet, then.” He wanted to keep you safe as well as himself, grabbing the pants off the floor and fishing his wallet out. The shiny foil packet in hand, he gives you a triumphant grin.

"Love a man that shows up prepared." You grin at him, crooking one finger to beckon him back into your bed. Of course you have condoms stashed in your nightstand but it's nice to see someone else stepping up to the plate of responsibility.

“Boy Scout.” He quips and climbs back into the bed with you. “Now….” He puts the edge of the foil packet in his teeth and rips it open. “I think I promised you an orgasm with your legs up on my shoulders while you cum all over my cock.”

"Shoulders like those were made to be leg rests," you tell him with a grin, managing to steal a kiss after he's tossed the foil packet in the general direction of your trash can.

Frankie bites his lip, rolling the rubber down his length and pumping himself a few times before he caresses your legs. Pulling them up onto his shoulder and shuffling forward to slide the head of his cock through your folds. “Ready?”

"Shit yes." If it would do you any good to grasp at him or push closer, you would. But from this angle and with one of his big hands grasping your legs, all you can really do is squirm. "Come on, baby. Fill me up."

He teases your clit for another pass before he lined up, the head of his cock pushing against the soft entrance to your body and keeps his eyes on you while he slowly sinks in.

If you hadn’t been dripping wet from the second he kissed you, it definitely would been a pinch to take all of him, being as thick as he is. Now, though, Frankie is fully seated to the hilt in your hot cunt with almost nothing more than a lazy roll of his hips, making you whimper and moan under him happily as he shifts into the exact position he wants.

Frankie’s fingers stroke your legs gently, almost tenderly as he waits for your body to relax. Letting him lean down and fold your legs over as he stretches his jaw and manages to plant a tiny kiss on your lips. His dog tags hang around his neck, dangling between you. “Want to hear you.” He reminds you softly, before he abruptly pulls his hips back and slams back into your cunt.

Volume isn’t exactly a problem, but the way he pushes the breath out of your lungs on that second powerful thrust means it’s a strangled moan that pours from your lips instead of more teasing words. One of your hands grasps for his hip when he plows into you again and the other paws at your own tits, twisting your nipple with the perfect to almost be painful alongside the pleasure.

The steady, hard thwacks of his hips against your thighs fills the room, along with the gasps and groans from the two of you. You are fucking tight like this, squeezing his cock before your walls ever clench in pleasure. “F-f-fuuuuck.” He hisses, each syllable accompanying another swing of his hips.

“God — fuck — feel so good, baby.” If he wants to hear you, you’ll damn well make sure that what he’s hearing is complimentary and true. “So fucking deep, oh my god —”

“Yeah?” He pants out, keeping up the brutal pace and making sure that each thrust bottoms out. One hand reaches your and squeezes your tit. “Want more?”

“Every — oh fuck—” A particularly punishing thrust shoves you further up you bed and you have to reach up to keep from knocking your head against the headboard of your bed. “Everything you got, flyboy.”

Frankie flashes you a grin, wicked and promising. “Roger.” If you had thought he was giving you his all, you were sorely mistaken. His dog tags swing wildly and beat against his chest while he ramps up his pace.

If you had thought about anything besides how fucking good his cock feels shredding up inside you for just half a second, you would have realized that you were issuing an accidental challenge. Now you can’t do anything but hang on for the ride, so to speak, and throw both hands over your head to avoid banging your head, and give him every ounce of vocal encouragement that he is definitely earning.

He absorbs your sounds, greedy for each one. Even stretching down to kiss you again. Steadily pounding into you before he slides his hand down to thumb at your clit.

You might shake apart with the force of the orgasm you can feel building, but you will happily give in to it. The wave that crashes through you has you practically squealing, with his name as the only word to be understood in all the praises and rambling as you fall apart underneath him.

Frankie doesn’t fuck you through it. Instead he lets your legs slide down into the crooks of his elbows so he can hover closer. Breath mingling with yours while he slowly grinds himself into your grasping and fluttering little hole. “Good girl.” He coos. “Fuck, you feel so good baby.”

“So good.” With him this close you can grasp his dog tags like a collar and meet him halfway for a messy, enthusiastic kiss. “Can’t wait to hear how gorgeous you scream my name when you cum.”

His chuckle is low and raspy, making him stop moving and focus on kissing you, still buried in your cunt.

It’s tricky to do when he’s completely overwhelming your senses, but you rock your hips with his and tighten your legs at his sides to roll him into his back with a victorious grin. “Your turn to enjoy,” you promise him, nipping at his lips while you roll figure 8s on his lap with his cock deep inside you at a whole new angle.

“God.” He doesn’t know what to grab. Your hips, your tits, his hands are everywhere. Pinching your nipples and cupping the soft flesh, while watching, alternating between your tits, your face, and the tiny space where he can see his cock disappearing inside you.

“That’s it, baby.” You hum, tossing your head back to let your tits stand out as you start to rise and fall on his length. “Feels so fucking big like this.”

His feet dig into the downy comfort of your bed, bracing them so that his can jerk his hips up. Driving up into you from the bottom and push deeper when you sit back down on his cock. "You like it." He huffs, pushing your tits together and flicking the peaked tips.

“Fucking love it.” There’s no way you’re about to deny that, especially not with the perfect way he’s got his hands on you right now. Every time you bounce on his cock his hands squeeze your tits a little tighter, and each tweak of your aching nipples is fantastic.

"Good." He huffs, biting his lip and trying to control his body as it reacts to the drag of your cunt in this position. Despite you cumming already, he wants you to cum again. Needs to see it before he gives in to his own need. "Look so good riding my cock." He pants out. "So fucking good."

Each time he bottoms out inside you, you swirl your hips in his lap, rocking downward to give you more momentum to bounce up again, and the combination has both of you moaning and panting unashamedly. You can’t remember the last time it felt this good to have someone inside you, and to be honest you might be a little bummed in the morning when he takes off never to be seen again. But at least tonight is fucking amazing.

"Fuck." He slaps your tit lightly and lets go, gripping your hips and rocking up into you again. Watching your heavy-lidded eyes as they flutter and your own hands drift over your skin. You look fucking amazing on top of him, he wasn't lying about that. "Come on baby, cum again." He coos. "You know you want to."

“Want me to — oh god, squeeze that thick cock, baby?” That’s all the encouragement you need for your hand to drift down to your cunt, fingertips rubbing tight circles on your clit that make you cry out into the dark night.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” He hisses, gritting his teeth when you start to squeeze him. Both hands on your hips while you freeze over him, body locked up in pleasure and he thrusts up into you wildly now. “Fuck, fuck, fuck baby.” He growls, staring at you while his own orgasm starts to build up. “Fuck, gonna cum.”

“Fuck yes, cum for me.” He’s going to look spectacular as he falls apart, you just know it, and the hand that isn’t rapidly stroking your swollen clit reaches down to rake your blunted fingernails down his chest.

Frankie shudders, shouting out and starts to cum. Gripping your hips in a bruising hold, he surges up into you one last time. Gasping and moaning your name while he spills into the condom.

“Fuck, Frankie!” The combination of sensations is too good, and another orgasm rips through you like wildfire. Shaking with it, your cunt clenches down in his length even harder, milking every last drop of cum from him until you feel like you’re about to black out from the pleasure. “Oh my fucking god. So good.” You whine, panting for breath as the aftershocks finally start to subside.

Frankie grunts, pulling you down against his chest while he slowly grinds up into you. Finally just throbbing inside you as he strokes your back. “Holy shit.” He pants, feeling euphoric and exhausted.

“Right?” You can’t help giggling, the ethereal feeling swimming in your body making you feel light as air as you reach to kiss him.

“Yeah.” He chuckles, looking up at the ceiling when you kiss his jaw and hum. “Aren’t you glad I caught you?” He teases playfully.

“Goddamn right I am.” You agree without hesitation and rest your head on his chest. “This was the perfect way to thank you for it.”

He can’t disagree with you. He lifts his head slightly, kissing the top of yours.

“You…do you…wanna stay?” Heavy sleepiness is quickly setting into your body, but you’ll fight to stay awake long enough to drive him back to wherever if that’s what he wants. You would just as soon wake up beside him in the morning and maybe go one more round before having to say goodbye to him.

“Yeah.” Frankie has zero desire to return to his room at the barracks. It didn’t matter that officer’s didn’t have to share; it was still a barracks room. He kisses your head again. “But I got get rid of this condom first.” He murmurs. “You got a trash can in here, or bathroom?”

“Next to the bed.” You vaguely point to your right - his left - where your nightstand is and sigh quietly, happy that the little bubble of perfection you found tonight won’t be bursting too soon.

He smirks when you refuse to peel yourself off of him for a few more moments. Finally huffing and lifting off his cock while he holds the base of the condom so he can roll over and take it off. He huffs, always hating this part of condoms, tying it off and taking one step to put it in the trash before he climbs back in the bed. “Now you can lay back on me.” He promises, dragging you closer again.

“You’re comfy.” And you aren’t the least bit ashamed to acknowledge that, cuddling up to his chest again like a clingy cat after he shuts off the light.

“Hmmm, good.” He doesn’t even deny that he likes the warmth of you on him. His hand strokes your back slowly as you settle and sighs softly. “‘Night, beautiful.”

“G’night, sexy.” The smile on your lips will last until morning without fail, and hopefully your dreams will just be a replay of what you did in this bed before passing out.

******

Being in the military means that no matter how much he drinks, how tired he is, come zero six hundred - he’s awake. He’s actually been awake for half an hour, watching you sleep, curled into his side. You have this cute little pout and he figures you will be mortified when you learn you drooled on him. Except now, he’s gotta pee and he’s about to die of thirst. Slowly shifting, he carefully moves you so that you don’t wake up, allowing him to slide out of the bed.

There’s movement in the kitchen, the smell of coffee and cinnamon wafting through the apartment, and quiet chatting that pauses temporarily when a door creaks open and shut. “You’re up early!” A voice calls out, with clear teasing lining the comment. “Figured you’d sleep in after the porno you lived last night.”

He’s glad that he swiped his boxers up and put them on. He hadn’t expected to run into your roommates this early, but he just gives a shrug of his shoulders. Shit like this happens every once in a while. Instead of hiding or slipping into the bathroom and going back to your room, Frankie walks into the kitchen. “She’s still asleep.”

“Oh!” The petite blonde clutching her coffee cup bursts out into an embarrassed giggle and so does the redhead with her. Their jaws are practically on the ground, though, and they give each other an impressed glance. “Uh…hi! Coffee?”

“I’d kill for some.” Frankie flashes them a grateful smile, not at all embarrassed to be standing in front of them with nothing but his boxers and his dog tags on. He had routinely showered with thirty other men and shit in stalls with no doors in OCS, this was a piece of cake. “And a cup for her?” He asks, stepping further into the kitchen. “I don’t know how she drinks it.”

“Black.” The red headed girl grabs two mugs from the cupboard and hands them off to the blonde to be filled. “So…you guys sounded like you had fun…” The two girls exchange smirks that are meant to cover looks of concern.

“She’s still alive.” He promises, smirking slightly as he watches the blonde pour the coffee. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

“We’ll call you an Uber if it was just a one-night thing for you.” The blonde tells him matter-of-factly, as she sets two full coffee mugs down on the kitchen island. “She’s just…she’s been on the receiving end of a lot of bullshit lately, so if you’re not into her it’s easier if you just go.” The protective, sister-like energy is strong with these two, and it’s obvious they’re not trying to be rude. They just care about you.

If he’s irritated by the nosiness of the roommate, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he picks up a cup of coffee, the smaller one, and takes a sip. “Would be a shitty thing to do.” He comments are that first sip. “To just slink off. I’m not that kind of man.”

“Good.” That seems to mollify her, and she nods. “In that case the bathroom’s the next door on the right and there are cinnamon rolls about to come out of the oven.”

He grins and sends her a small wink, setting down the coffee. “Happy I passed the test.” He tells her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll use the bathroom and then bring her that coffee.”

The second he’s gone, your roommates look at each other with what can only be described as awe, and stifle some shared laughter. “Oh my god she wasn’t kidding…he’s…gorgeous.”

Frankie uses the bathroom, washes his hands and comes back out to go back into the kitchen. The giggling stops again, and he just picks up the coffee mugs and throws them both a knowing smirk. “I would probably play some music or something.” He warns them with a wink before he trots back down the hallway.

“We’re leaving for work!” They call back, and he can hear the sound of a metal tray clanging on its way out of the oven as your bedroom door shuts behind him.

Frankie chuckles, seeing you starfished across the bed and he sets down the coffee cups on the dresser. It wasn’t something that the two of you had talked about, so he decides that waking you up with oral isn’t a good idea. Instead, he crawls back in the bed and manages to nudge you over so he can stretch out beside you.

“Mmmm…” From the edges of your fading dream, you can feel a hand stroke your back and you sigh right before your eyes open. “Morning…”

“Morning.” Frankie hums, keeping his hands solely on your back instead of drifting to other, more interesting places. “I have coffee for you.”

“Sexy and thoughtful.” You snuggle closer to him for a second before your eyes pop open in dismay. “My roommates came home last night, didn’t they?”

“Sorry.” Frankie winces, hearing your unhappy tone. Maybe you didn’t want them to know? Even if you had called from the bar. “I can get a ride and take off.”

“God, were they that bad?” Fully awake now, you tuck a blanket around your body and look up his frown with concern. “They just tend to get a little…protective. I was going to apologize if they said something rude when I wasn’t there to tell them to knock it off.” Of course, they were only that way because of the shitty luck you had had with guys you brought home, and you so very much don’t want Frankie to end up as just one more of those guys.

“No, they were fine.” He promises. “I just figured you weren’t too happy they knew you brought someone home.”

“No, no, nothing like that.” You shake your head adamantly. “I’m glad you’re here and I don’t give a fuck who knows it. The reason I asked them to give us privacy last night was so I could be as loud as I wanted without them giving me shit about keeping them up. Because they both work this morning. That’s all.”

“They said they’re leaving for work.” He hums, mollified that you don’t want him to leave. He leans in and drags his nose across your cheek. “So, we’ll be alone again.”

“Coffee can wait.” The decision comes with a deep hum, and you easily wrap your arm around his waist to drag him under the covers with you.

“Thought about waking you up with my tongue.” He confesses, kissing along your jaw. “But I didn’t know how you would react to that.”

“Next time.” He nudges you over onto your back and you nearly purr at the early morning affection. The offer is really just a hopeful one. Hopeful that this morning won’t be the least you see of him. “Next time, you definitely should.”

“Yeah?” He nibbles on your collar bone and hums happily. “I can do that.” He slides his hand down to slot between your thighs. “Could always pretend you are asleep right now.”

You grin, giggling a little as you immediately shut your eyes and slump back in your pillows dramatically. “Who’s pretending? I’m totally still asleep,” you tease.

“Good girl.” Frankie grins and ducks his head under the covers, moving his way quickly down your body and gently pries your legs apart like he’s trying not to wake you.

Two of your favorite words, but you don’t say a thing as he shifts you into the position he wants. Being woken up like this is one of those things that you never have asked for or suggested, especially because you have a track record of picking guys that don’t stick around for long.

“Fuck.” He groans quietly at the sight of your swollen and puffy lips, slick from the nights activities and fresh arousal coat your skin and he hums. “Someone’s have naughty dreams.” He teases quietly, bumping your clit with his nose before he kitten licks it softly.

You can’t help humming a little, letting the sound be something like a non-communal sleeping sound as best as you can. You had had very naughty dreams about all the things you wanted him to do to you - or you to him - and you’re already about to check one off the list. What’s not to love? He chuckles, kissing your lips and starts to softly press the flat of his tongue against your folds. Gently treating your cunt like it is the most delicate treat, completely opposite from his treatment of you last night.

A soft, indulgent sigh parts your lips and you swear you melt a little deeper into the mattress with pure relaxation. He's as gentle as a spring sunrise this morning and when you shift underneath him it's akin to the stretching of a lazy cat instead of the frantic, needy squirming of last night. His tongue flutters and softly flicks over your swollen folds, groaning slightly and urging your thighs open a little more. Still pleased with how well you are playing at being asleep as he gathers your clit in his mouth to suck softly.

Not wanting to ruin the game, you swallow a whimper and keep your eyes shut tight. As much as you want to hear him growl his approval at your fingernails on his scalp again, letting him enjoy and explore so gently is its own kind of beautiful.

This is everything that last night wasn’t and yet it doesn’t feel any less or more. It just feels like another layer of this time with you. The contrasts match so beautifully. He moans quietly, sliding his shoulder to the side so he can ease two fingers into you.

There's no way to mask this moan, or the way your hips lift off the bed ever so slightly to go along with the motion of his hands. If you weren't awake before you most certainly would be now, and the feeling of Frankie's thick fingers stretching you out so lazily is amazing.

He hums, pleased at your reaction and he pulls his lips away from your clit with a soft pop. “‘Morning.” He teases before he resumes his ministrations.

"Good--" As soon as he dives back in, the phrase is broken by a plaintive sigh. "Fuck, morning, baby." As frantic, needy, and desperate as the two of you were last night, this morning is nothing but lazy and indulgent and it is absolutely glorious.

He chuckles and curls his fingers up slowly, deliberately. “Want you to cum for me, again.” He murmurs, tracing his name into your cunt with his tongue.

"Yes – fuck – yes, sir." He's like an expert musician, plucking the strings of your pleasure to absolute perfection without really even needing to practice.

Frankie gets call ‘sir’. Due to his rank, he gets called sir at least a hundred times a day. But the way you say it has him moaning, his fingers sharpening their curl just a bit and the hand on your hip gets tighter, like the way that sounds coming out of your mouth.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby — gonna cum!” For as gentle as he has been, it’s still like a freight train. Rolling through every inch of your body with the same power that last night’s demanding pace had, except this time it almost makes you float. It’s like Frankie’s fingers and tongue are keeping you afloat in his very own ocean of pleasure and why in the hell would you ever want to be anywhere else.

He growls in pleasure. Happy that you are nearly bowing up off the bed in pleasure and he slowly works you through it. Wringing your body if every ounce of pleasure it can gleam from his tongue. “Fucking hell, Frankie,” you pant, grasping at breaths as he slowly lets you down again off the cloud-like pillow of bliss.

Chuckling, he kisses your clit one last time and crawls back up the bed to lay down beside you, throwing a leg over yours. “Good?”

“Good?” The incredulity in your voice is marked by a throaty laugh. “Yeah, flyboy. Extremely good.”

“Well, the old motto of the Army is ‘Be All That You Can Be’.” He jokes

“You’re doing amazing, baby.” You promise him with a chuckle. “When…um, when do you have to be back?” It’s a Sunday and you know fuck all about what an average day in the military is like, but all you really want to know is how much longer you’ll get to savor having him right here beside you.

“Flight training at zero five thirty on Monday. So, I can’t drink tonight.” He explains, thinking you might want to go back to the bar.

“That’s fine.” Tipping your head back so your chin rests on his chest, you crack a smile that warms through your whole body despite being nervous at the question. “Does that mean you might want to hang out today?” He could easily have told you he had plans or obligations, but he didn’t, and you can feel the hope swell in your chest.

He pauses for a moment before a slow smile slides across his face. “I think that would be fun.” He tells you, sliding his hands up and down your back. “Your roommates said there were cinnamon rolls, but we could always go get breakfast, swing by base and grab a set of civvies for me.”

“What are your feelings on shared showers?” The sparkle in his gorgeous brown eyes reads as delight and you can feel a rabble of butterflies erupt in your belly. “There’s a new diner on Main Street that I’ve been dying to try. My treat.”

He huffs and pokes his lip out at you. “Now my momma would beat me if I let a lady pay the morning after.” He tells you with a grin.

"You're gonna let me pay for something eventually." You tell him in a tone that brokers no protests, but the sunny grin on your face says it's not a serious matter in the least and you lean in just barely to kiss the pout off his perfect lips. "Is that a yes?"

“Maybe.” He concedes, with his own grin on his lips. “Why don’t we try to share that shower and then we will see where today takes us.” He offers, feeling like he is asking something more serious than just a day after a one-night stand.

Sitting up beside him in your own bed, with your sheets disheveled and his gorgeous face looking up at you from a pile of pillows, you reach out to brush your thumb along his jaw and smile harder than you possibly ever have in your life. "Wherever that is? I hope it's someplace worth talking about."

Frankie smirks, sending you a playful wink. “You’re with a flyboy.” He quips. “Of course, wherever it is will be cloud nine.”

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Tour Guide!Buck

My beloved ♥️

💗💗💗 I love him so. This maybe got away from me a little bit sorry about that.

Once he glues himself to Buck’s side, Patrick doesn’t seem to have any trouble at all maneuvering the segway (though he still wobbles at every single street corner, making Buck reach out to steady him.) Eddie scowls at him from near the back of their small group, unable to even feel smug about his own superior driving skills when he still feels incredibly silly about even being on a segway in the first place. He reminds himself that he’s not here for history or for the sound of Buck’s laugh. All that matters are street signs, short cuts and landmarks so Eddie focuses his attention on the shapes of the buildings he’s passing by, trying to imagine where he is in relation to home, to the station, and how he might find his way back again on a less embarrassing mode of transportation.

They pass Staples Center and LA Live, the Convention Center and the Grammy Museum. The big clock in Grand Hope Park helpfully reminds Eddie just how long he’s going to be trapped in his own personal hell and he wonders if Buck would get in trouble if one of his tour guests ditched their segway a quarter of the way through and caught an uber back home.

Not that it’s Buck’s fault. He’s just as charming as ever, full of enthusiasm and stories and endless patience for what is, Eddie thinks, one of the most irritating groups he’s ever been part of. Patrick, with his giggly faux-clumsiness and obvious flirting, isn’t even the worst of it. His friends pay even less attention to the tour than he does, missing traffic signals, talking loudly about where they’ve been drinking so far and where they’re going to be drinking tonight, weaving through the crowds on the sidewalk instead of keeping to the neat line Buck tries to herd them into. The middle aged couple stuck in the middle of all of it are growing more annoyed as the trip goes on, the husband calling loudly for Buck to repeat himself and both of them muttering about having had much better tours in San Diego.

It’s deliberately loud enough that Buck hears it and, after pointing out the path for Patrick, drops back to ride beside them for a while.

“Ray! Katherine! Are you guys having a good time?” he asks, his smile bright and inviting.

Katherine wobbles on her segway as it goes over a bumpy piece of sidewalk and lifts a hand to hold her wide brimmed hat on her head, “I think we’re a little lost.”

“I missed most of what you said back there,” Ray adds. “About the fires at the library.”

“Would you mind telling us again?”

“No, no, of course not. I’ll start from the beginning.”

“Buck!” Patrick yelp-laughs from the front of the group. “I think this thing is acting up again.”

Somehow, Buck manages not to react. He pauses, seeming to Eddie like he’s holding his breath in order to hold off saying any of the things he’s actually thinking, and then Buck sighs and answers, “Just keep it steady, Pat. You’re doing great.”

“I don’t remember where you said to turn!”

This time Eddie cringes too and tries not to imagine running Patrick off the road and into a bush. He’s just a dumbass kid after all. He’ll be embarrassed about this someday. Hopefully.

“Forget it,” Ray says. “I’ll just google it when we get back to the hotel.”

“No, don’t do that! We’ll- we’ll stop up here and rearrange everybody. I’ll talk about the arson and we’ll make sure that you don’t miss anything else, okay?”

Exchanging a glance with each other, the couple tartly replies, “Fine.”

“Awesome. Thank you,” Buck says.

Before he glides back to the front of their caravan, Buck turns his head to look at Eddie. His mask falters for the first time, revealing stress and irritation and the kind of resignation that comes from realizing that you’re the only cat herder in a room full of cats and no backup is coming.

A tiny furrow appears between his brows as he asks, “Are you doing alright back here, Eddie?”

And suddenly Eddie is. He can’t not be when Buck is trying so hard and wants all of them to be doing alright. The bad mood drops away, softening the line of his shoulders and his grip on the handlebars, and Eddie nods back, “Don’t worry about me. I’m having a great time.”

#tour guide buck #birthday snips #yes it's been a month since my birthday #don't worry about it #am writing

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bobbiworks · 6 months

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Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 23

RIIZE fanfiction: Wonbin, Eunseok, Seunghan, Shotaro, Sohee, Sungchan, Anton, Original Characters

Genre: Youth, Teenage Romance, High School, Friendship, Angst, Fluff, Fanfiction

Jiwoo, feeling utterly overwhelmed by the chaotic hallways and her parents' teasing, managed to slip away from the crowd. She desperately needed a moment of solitude. As she found herself near the school's swimming pool area, she decided to explore it. It was her first time there, and the sight of the crystal-like reflections dancing on the ceiling, created by the sunlight on the pool water, brought a sense of serenity.

She began to stroll around the pool, lost in thought, when her wandering mind led her to step on something she shouldn't have. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard a distinct cracking sound. She quickly looked down to discover that she had inadvertently crushed a pair of headphones that belonged to someone's bag.

Panicking, Jiwoo attempted to reach for the damaged headphones, but a hand swiftly beat her to it. The owner of the headphones turned out to be a considerably tall middle schooler who now towered over her. Jiwoo suddenly felt tiny and vulnerable in comparison.

Wide-eyed, she gazed at the boy who, in contrast to his imposing appearance, had a soft-spoken demeanor. His school uniform was unfamiliar to Jiwoo, and she quickly noticed the badge, signaling that he was from a prestigious international school. Her heart sank, realizing she might have caused significant trouble.

"I'm so sorry," Jiwoo said, her hands clasped together as she sincerely apologized to the boy. "I didn't see your bag there, and I'll make sure to pay for the damage. Just tell me how much."

The boy, Anton Lee, examined her for a moment and showed her the broken headphones. Jiwoo's shoulders slumped as she realized the magnitude of the mishap. Anton mentioned that the headphones were expensive, estimating around $350 or possibly even more. Jiwoo's face paled at the price, and her mind immediately began calculating how many cookies she'd have to sell to cover the cost. The weight of the situation seemed unbearable.

Anton's laugh cut through her anxiety, making her look up in surprise. "Can you afford to pay for it?" he inquired, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I can, but I'll need some time. I'm not well-off, and I need to earn the money," Jiwoo explained, attempting to convey her earnest intentions. However, she soon realized something else. "But, why did you leave your bag on the floor? You could have placed it somewhere safe."

"I dropped it and came back to retrieve it when I noticed it was missing. That's when I saw you had stepped on it," Anton clarified, his tone soft and forgiving. Jiwoo mentally slapped her forehead for her lack of awareness.

"Jeez, why does this kind of thing always happen to me?" Jiwoo whined, cupping her face in her hands. The mounting stress and a string of unfortunate events were taking their toll.

"Are you okay?" Anton asked, puzzled by Jiwoo's sudden change in demeanor.

Jiwoo abruptly stopped her whining and mustered a big, albeit forced, smile. "No, I'm definitely not okay, but that's okay! HA HA HA." She laughed, hoping to lighten the mood, and the boy joined in, sharing a genuine laugh.

"I'll just pay for the headphones I broke. Can I have your name and number?" Jiwoo asked, reverting to her normal self. "I promise to contact you as soon as possible."

"Sure," Anton replied, offering her his name card. Jiwoo was taken aback, surprised to see a middle schooler with a name card.

"Anton Lee?" Jiwoo read his name out loud. "Lee Chanyoung," she nodded as she read his name.

"What's your name?" Anton inquired.

"I'm Shim Jiwoo, from Class 1-B," she replied with a warm smile. Anton nodded, reciprocating her smile.

"Why are you here in the pool area? The events are in the main building," Jiwoo pointed towards the exit door.

"Just wandering," Anton answered. "I wanted to see what the pool is like in case I move here."

"You must really love pools," Jiwoo commented as she gazed at the sizable pool in front of them.

"I'm a swimmer," Anton revealed. "Have you heard of me?"

Jiwoo's eyes lit up with hope that she might impress him, but she reluctantly admitted that she hadn't. "I'm sorry, I haven't heard of you. But I'm sure you're great!"

Anton took it in stride and bid her farewell, expecting her to contact him about the broken headphones. Jiwoo waved as he left, and once he was out of sight, she released her pent-up frustration by punching the air aggressively. The day had been a series of unfortunate events, and the headphones mishap was just the cherry on top.

Later, Jiwoo found Miri by the main entrance, talking to her classmates.

"Miri!" Jiwoo ran up to her friend. "I'm so sorry I left earlier. Everything got so chaotic, and I–"

Miri gave her a reassuring nod and a smile. "It's okay! Your parents had to leave early, and they gave you this. Your uncle said you can use it to hang out with your friends later to celebrate the first day of the event." She handed Jiwoo an envelope.

"Wow, really? That's great!" Jiwoo exclaimed, not expecting her dad to provide her with pocket money. "Shall we hang out later, Miri?" She asked, excitedly hugging her friend's arm. But Miri quietly pulled away and apologized.

"I'm sorry, Jiwoo. I've already made plans with my friends," Miri said, her tone coming across as cold and intentional, which slightly hurt Jiwoo. She couldn't help but feel a pang of rejection, but she pushed it aside. "Thanks. I'll let you know when I have time," she said and released her grip.

"Are we okay, Miri? I feel like you've been distant," Jiwoo asked, her voice tinged with concern. Miri chuckled, but it sounded forced.

"We're okay, Jiwoo," Miri assured, gently patting her hand. Jiwoo looked at the hand, and suddenly a chilling realization washed over her. It was the same hand she had seen closing the storage room's door, the very hand that had trapped her inside.

"I see," Jiwoo tried to keep her composure, hiding the turmoil within her and forcing a smile. "I'll see you around then." She let go of Miri's hand, leaving behind a sense of unease.

With a heavy heart, Jiwoo walked back to her classroom, where she found her classmates celebrating the news that their class was currently ranked number 1 among the first-year students. Mars Club was gathered in a corner, looking at photos taken during their gig.

Seunghan spotted Jiwoo and called her over. He handed her the camera and suggested taking a group photo. Jiwoo happily joined them, and they took several shots together, sharing big smiles, trying to set aside the recent negative experiences.

A sense of camaraderie enveloped Jiwoo, and she realized that despite their differences, she felt like they were friends, no questions asked.

"Jiwoo," a voice called out, and she turned to see Wonbin running towards her, his guitar strapped to his back. Jiwoo had been standing in the hallway, admiring the sunset behind the silhouette of buildings.

"Wonbin," she called his name, making him smile shyly. "How does it feel to be performing as part of the band?" she asked.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad I was part of it," Wonbin confessed. He turned to look at Jiwoo, and his heart raced as the soft golden rays of the sun caressed her face, emphasizing the sparkle in her eyes.

Jiwoo moved closer to him, and Wonbin felt as though time had slowed down. The world around him vanished, leaving only the sound of his heart pounding. Jiwoo leaned in, and for a moment, he thought she was about to kiss him. His eyes fluttered closed, but to his surprise, Jiwoo reached out and fixed a strand of his hair.

"Wonbin," Jiwoo said, her voice pulling him back to reality, "are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay," Wonbin stammered, quietly cursing himself for his foolish expectations.

"I see," Jiwoo nodded, but before he could speak, she made another request. "Wonbin, can you promise me something?"

"What is it?" Wonbin inquired.

"Can you forget about what happened in the storage room?" Jiwoo asked, an unexpected plea. He had expected a more personal request.

Wonbin frowned, "You found out who trapped you?" he asked, and Jiwoo nodded hesitantly. "Who?"

"I don't want to drop names anymore," Jiwoo replied. "Please, Wonbin, just let it go. Okay?"

"What if something happens to you again?" Wonbin protested, but Seunghan overheard their conversation and joined in.

"What's going on?" Seunghan asked, inquiring about the conversation.

"Jiwoo found out who the culprit is," Wonbin explained, frustration evident in his voice. "And Jiwoo doesn't want to tell us."

Seeing Jiwoo looking troubled, Seunghan decided to intervene. "Jiwoo, it's okay if you don't want to share, but you know we just want you to be safe," he said, and Wonbin nodded in agreement.

Jiwoo bit her lip and gave Seunghan a hug, which took him by surprise. He held his breath and, without hesitation, returned the embrace. For a moment, he thought that if there were ever a time to receive a hug from Jiwoo, it was now. He glanced at Wonbin, who was sending him death glares. Seunghan took it in stride, deciding to tease Wonbin further. He stuck his tongue out at his friend before hugging Jiwoo tightly.

When they pulled away from the hug, Wonbin waited for Jiwoo to come to him. She turned towards him, and he was about to hug her, but Sohee arrived.

"Is this a hug party? GROUP HUG!" Sohee shouted, pulling Jiwoo away from Wonbin, who was already holding her hand.

Seunghan and Sohee had apparently decided that they couldn't let a group hug go to waste and dragged Suyoung into the mix. "GROUP HUG!!" Seunghan shouted enthusiastically.

"What are you all jerks doing?" Suyoung asked, bewildered, as she emerged from the room.

Seunghan and Sohee quickly included her in the group hug, exclaiming, "GROUP HUG!" in unison.

#fanfiction #riize #anton #eunseok #kpopfanfiction #seunghan #shotaro #sohee #sungchan #wonbin #beyondthebellschimes

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headingalaxys-spicy · 4 months

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Can we have Yandere Demon America, England and China with a Caipora that has been tormenting them for weeks so that they retreat from their forest?

Caipora are protective beings, usually in female form, who act as protectors of Brazilian fauna and flora, deceiving or terrorizing hunters who kill more animals than necessary.

I got to dig a little with Brazilian lore thanks for that Anon. Hope you enjoy!

🇺🇸 America 🇺🇸

Another round of trees combusted against the midnight sky. Orange, red, and dark grey permeated the air with violent vitriol. His jet-black hair rustled within the cackling fires that feasted on the trees. Al was irritated he was approaching unbridled rage. His boulder-like fists clenched tighter as he watched shimmery blue & silver water droplets diminish his flames.

“God DAMMIT!”

He channeled his rage into his right hand. It struck a tree through its trunk. As his hand crippled the silk cotton tree, he hoisted it up onto his shoulders like a barbell. As Alfred’s body lurched forward to throw the tree, he could not move his muscles.

“UGH! The FUCK!?!” his shout infuriated the nerves of those who protected the pristine forests of Brazil. He begins to feel the hefty weight of the gigantic tree.

The air in the greenwood had become tense.

It now lacked oxygen, and it lacked life.

A cracking sound reached the demon's pointed ears. As his eyes swung low to see if he could pinpoint where his target was, the tree snapped in half. Several truckloads of dirt completely buried him.

Y/N, the small but mighty protector of the lush woods, scoffs. She lets up a hand signal to her underlings to follow her secret command. They all set up iridescent crystals that look like they’d been plucked straight from the ocean. They’d made quick work of placing them strategically on the dirt ball. Once finished, they made off like dragonflies gliding up the trees. They started a chant barely above the decibels of a pen dropping on pillows. Masses of pastel bubbles sprang to life from the ground and the sky. They gracefully swarmed around the general vicinity, creating a barrier so that no creature could get in and no demon could escape. The pastel bubbles glowed in bright sunlight, allowing the yellows, blues, pinks, and all the other colorful hues to encase the area.

The head Caipora, still atop the dirt, tapped her foot as she waited eagerly. When the chanting ceased, she knew it was time. She pulled out a daisy that had a crystal button at its center.

Alfred had suddenly felt several hundred, no … thousands of strings piercing all sides of his body. He couldn’t move. He also could scream.

Heat. All he could feel, in addition to the stabs, was heat that began to burn brighter like the sun, as if it were being steadily turned up by a dimmer. Blood started to pool in his lungs and made its way to his mouth. It was evaporated by the now-burning inferno consuming him.

The daisy detonator combusted from the outside, sending pollen, dirt, and a few blood droplets across the forest floor.

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The rising sun stung his eyes and ruined the tiny bits of peace he had while being unconscious. He was having difficulties reincarnating his limbs, which had never grown back this slowly before, and he had an awful migraine slamming into his head. Off in the distance, his eyes were able to catch the beauty of the forest he’d been pining for. She was holding a spear and shooting warning bullets from her eyes. Alfred smiled back smugly, swishing his only halfway there tail.

“You might have won the battle. But you have not won the war!”

🇨🇳 China 🇨🇳

A red flash in the bushes blinded a few birds and woodland animals on the ground. Some squirrels had lost their balance, fallen, and become injured. It was starting again: seventeen days, seventeen days and counting.

You despised the red lights and the extended nights tending to the wounded, injured, and ill. The strange red flashes harmed the flora & fauna to varying degrees. It was exhausting evading all of the magical jade nets, healing your land as it had become sick, and trying to think of ways you could put an end to this menace that was hellbent on capturing you and making your life pure misery. You also attempted not to overthink the reports of the demon that had been spotted stalking the vicinity. It was difficult not to connect the sighting to the misfortunes beginning due to his sudden presence. He was messing with the balance of the ecosystem while pursuing you.

As you began to heal another tapir who had been a victim of the red lights, you could hear heavy boots crunching on the leaves and sticks a few yards away. Its pace was quick & like that of a cat stalking its prey. It was preparing to close in.

A few of the other Caiporas standing guard outside came in to alert you of the looming threat. You’d signaled for them to be in half-battle & half-defense positions. The fauna that still needed assistance would need protection from the menace. As Yao began to get closer to your woodland sanctum, the tension within the place rose. You’d seen, along with others in the room the top parts of horns peering in the area of the safe haven. Animals began to shuffle silently into the lower levels of the sacred sanctum. At least the undergrounds would make it easier to evade prying eyes. The horns seemed to pause for a moment. You’d feared detection with the vulnerable patients you had been within the demon's path.

All of your enchanted candles had been extinguished.

To avoid being detected, it was too late.

The roof of your sanctum began to quiver & crumble from the forces outside. You were ready to go on the offensive within a few seconds. You had your spear and magic gems at the ready. The demon with a stylishly sleek ponytail had a smirk on his face that you knew meant trouble. There was a disturbance in the forest. High-pitched sonars tore into eardrums. It brought Agouti and a few more tapir down to the ground as they entered freeze mode.

The rage that had only been at a simmer now boiled over. You despised jerks who sought to plunder & collect for their entertainment. You blinked in code what offensive you wanted to begin. However, the defensive Caipora made the ill & wounded invisible as they completed the transport underground. Arrows had already been fired at the shoulders, eyes, and arms into Yao & some of his demon henchmen accompanying him. A few had fallen, with more still to be knocked out. You and your team still had to evade the crystal jade cages. One nearly had you when you were right next to Yao’s shoe. Close to his grasp but still far, you began running circles around him. If these didn’t work he’d triumphantly take you away with his bare hand. As his hand graced the top of your fiery red hair, you pulled out your violet gem. Within the gem, it had a petal from a borrachero shrub. You’d gotten it from one of your fae friends in a neighboring woodland in Columbia. It was activated with a swift swipe of your hand.

Just as his hand clamped around your body, spores from the borrachero petal swarmed up and around his face. He wasn’t able to avoid inhaling the hallucinogenic particles. It also didn’t help that you’d managed to stab his palm. It was an added sodium sickness into his open wound. Dizziness and the feeling of not sleeping in over a month hit Yao like a truck. The effects of the devil's breath plant overtook him swiftly. He grunted and barely registered that he’d been stabbed. Just as he was about to fall onto the sanctum, his body disintegrated into millions of green and pink iridescent pollen particles. The particles materialized miles outside of the forest. Y/N the Caipora had officially banished him forever.

It would take Yao 3 weeks to have a coherent thought. He will find himself in his bed in the underworld with his attendants. He will be none too pleased with how his henchmen tell him that he’s been defeated and can’t re-enter the scared woodland.

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Y/N was having a difficult time keeping up with the mischievous red-headed demon. He’d managed to destroy the barrier. That meant that it was possible for him even to drain all the helicona flowers. It was already concerning that an estimated 15% were missing or found drained of its life forces. All of this happened within only the span of the last two hours. That meant Arthur was keen on harming more than just the forest, the magical beings that protected it. If he wasn’t stopped soon, that implied that you’d be turned to stone for one hundred years, you and the other guardians of the forest.

As you tumbled through the trees. Your heart thundered in your ears as dread filled your stomach.

There was a noticeable absence of bugs, birds, and other animals from the ground and within the trees. The further you surveyed your surroundings the more lonely and dead it became. Trees appeared to be chared from varying degrees. There also seemed to be an infestation coming from within. A neon green goo bubbled out from the veins of the trees like boiling water. The icky stream groggily climbed upwards.

Your reflexes sprung you above the treeline like a frightened cat. It was dangerous to be below it, for that wicked demon enchanted the trees. Your blood was burning just like the toxic goo that was spewing from the trees. You summoned your sacred book. There was no way you would let an unruly demon destroy your forest.

An intense, sharp pain pierces your side. The small shriek you let out brought a shit-eating grin to the red-headed demon.

“There you are my precious dear.~”

His tail shoots out for you like a ravenous viper, practically dying for its next meal. You struggled within his grip as he reeled you in. Arthur’s verdant eyes marveled at you like one would with a newly carved diamond. He stroked your ruby red hair, while doing so a firecracker burst in his hand. The kaleidoscopic colors temporarily blinded the demon and freed you from his grasp. A Rufous-bellied thrush swooped in to catch you. It brought you back to the base of a Kapok tree. Another Caipora along with many others already had battle plans ready to undo the demons spells. As you got up from the back of the bird you held your side.

A team of healer elves rush to tend to you. The second Caipora in command gave you a reassuring smile. They head off with their A-Team in tow.

Extinguishers dispelled the cursed goo that was making the land feel ill. It was too late to save some of the magical beings that had become nothing but bone that had become brittle and turned into dust.

The second in command was preoccupied tending to a curupira <male version> who could be saved from the effects of the starved sludge. The evil from beneath the ground was back and was intent on destroying the forest and claiming Y/N. He kicked a few animals and a Caipora into a shallow puddle of the acidity muck. Arthur was about to flatten your right hand when an arrow had gone through to his boot. When he took it off to check he was stunned by the tiny arrow he used for you. It gave him pain that was similar to that of an axe trying to chop off part of his heel. The grin that was crazed and parched for blood he fell to the ground. Some of his skin sizzled from the goo on the ground. His consciousness fading to black but before it did so he saw you approach with a staff in hand.

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When Arthur came to he knew he wasn’t successful because he failed to obtain you. As his barely their body still needed a lot of time to heal. His eyes glided up towards the entrance of the forest and as he reached out his feeble hand that shook…

*ZAP!*

Lightning struck his hand. He was forever banished from the land.

#hetalia #hetalia fandom #hws #hws england #hws china #headingalaxys writes stuff #headingalaxys spicy #yandere hetalia #hetalia fanfiction writer #hetalia fanfiction writers #ヘタリア world stars #ヘタリア #hws america

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📎 ~° All stored in photos. — [ k.sn ]

༉‧₊˚. kim sunoo x fmr

~ 📃 "please don't disappear."

"I won't, I'm going to be in here," he points at the polaroid of himself.

~ 🧾 angst. (Ik ik im sorry) romance, tragic, tiny bit of fluff

wc idk 🤷‍♀️ (might count later)

~ 🔎 mentions of death, swearing, literally bad writing, first person POV, sunoo is sick in this story (sickness is not mentioned) idk what else

~ 📝 thank you to my dear, @chlorinecake for helping me get started with this story ♡ (even with her amazing help, my story did NAWT eat) but i still hope i kinda made yalls eyes sweat 😓

JUNE 18, 2019

"I don't know why you didn't tell me sooner." I said while trying to hide the sadness laced within my soul.

He smiles softly, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know when to tell you," "plus you were getting busy these days."

"I could've helped you!" I argue. I feel annoyance start to fill me. "You know how much I wanted to buy gifts for your nana!"

"Heh, sorry, bub, it was last minute shopping."

"Well, those things you bought her better be good." I huff in annoyance. I can't believe he didn't tell me!

"I'm sorry, bub," he sighs, "I promise to tell you everything from now on."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

That's what he promised. He promised to tell me everything, not necessarily right away, but soon. What I wanted wasn't demanding or controlling, so why did he fail me?

"Time waits for no one." My mother would always say. I thought that quote was ridiculous because I always preferred, 'We have all the time in the world.' I guess my fantasy was ridiculous in all ways possible, because, in fact, mother was right.

It was either do it or don't do it at all.

Maybe promises only exist to give false hope. Maybe we only make promises to elicit some sort of reassurance. Sad to say, this has happened to me so many times.

Sure, we say the word 'promise', and for what? Sooner or later we might forget and go back to our own ways. After all, we just break promises as if it is the most general or most normal thing to do in life. It is so easy to drop promises, and so easy to make them.

Maybe I can't really blame him.

AUGUST 4, 2019

Here, I sit outside his hospital room. I don't know if I could face him.

No, I can't bear it. I can't bear to look at him suffering.

But then... He needs me. He needs me to be beside him.

I enter his room with my head hung low and with a heavy heart. Though I didn't look at him, I knew how his face beamed when I entered the room.

"[Name]!" He weakly called out to me, I almost winced at the sound of his voice, yet he still sounded so.. lively. I didn't look at him and just awkwardly stood there. A pout slowly formed on his lips, "Please come closer,"

I did, however, I did everything in my power to avoid looking at him in the eye.

"P-please look at me." He says, almost as if he was begging me.

Oh Sunoo, please don't beg me like that.

I slowly lifted my gaze, and once I saw his face, his smile grew wider. He lifted his arms, signaling me to embrace him. I wrapped my arms around his delicate and fragile figure. As much as I wanted to hug him tight, I have to be careful with him.

"I'm so happy to see you here, bub." He smiles at me. I smiled back, as I pull away and caressed his hand. "I'm glad you're here."

I refused to utter a single word. Because I didn't know what to say.

And most importantly, I felt betrayed.

"[Name], please say somethi—"

"I don't why you didn't tell me sooner." I said the same words. "Were you planning to even tell me?" My voice cracked. I was angry at Sunoo, but mostly angry at myself.

Here I thought he was the one who failed me, but turns out I was the one who failed. How did I fail to see he was suffering? How could I be angry at him?

"Please let me explain." He says, with desperation lacing his voice as he held onto my hand, as if I was going to disappear.

"You promised to tell me everything! Why– why didn't you?" I bursted out. I felt like I was going to explode.

"I didn't want to break your heart." He says lowly, almost like a whisper. "I couldn't tell you."

"You should've told me sooner– it would hurt less!" I stoop up from my position, and aggressively wiped my tears away. I didn't even realize that I was already crying. Everything was just.. overwhelming me.

"I-I know. . . I'm so-sorry. . . I'm a coward... [Name], please. . . forgive me," his said in between coughs. Oh for fucks' sake! Why was he the one apologizing?

"Stop! Stop apologizing." I clutch my head, It felt like the world was spinning around me. Why is apologizing? It's not even his fault. "Please.. it's not your fault.." I say.

"Please think of yourself for once, Sunoo.." i sob, "don't apologize my love, it's not your fault." I came closer to him and kneeled down against his hospital bed. I held his hand and rubbed circles.

"I don't deserve you, [Name]. I'm sorry I hurt you." He continuously apologized, and I shake my head 'no'. Why was he only thinking about how I felt in this moment? He was the one suffering, not me.

"No.. please don't say that. I'm so selfish, I'm so sorry I failed to see you were hurting." I fearfully sobbed harder. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." He smiles. I cried harder, because there was a part of me— part of me sensing it was the last time I was going to see his smile. His radiant smile, his smile that is brigther than the sun.

"[Name], please don't cry. My heart aches when you cry like this." He uses all the strength left in him to hold my hand and placed it on his tear-stained cheeks. "As cliche as it sounds, I love you more than anything in the world."

"Why are you doing t-this?" I hiccup, unable to speak properly because of how hard I was crying. "Don't say that! There's plenty of times where you can say that- don't say it here.. please....!" , "oh please..." I cried out. The tears just didn't stop falling. I had a feeling— a hunch...

...That he was going to leave me.

"Please don't disappear." I beg. Please, I don't want him to leave me. I need him in my life. And most importantly, I didn't want him to suffer amymore.

"I won't, I'm going to be in here," points at the polaroid of himself.

He handed me his polaroid with his shaky hands. "Sunoo, are you going to leave me..?"

"I'll always be with you, keep the picture safe, my love."

And with that, he left me.

I held onto his picture, one single photo held in everything.

📝 sorry if the ending is a bit rushed...

#enhypen imagines #enhypen ff #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen series #enhypen angst #enhypen sunoo #sunoo x reader #sunoo x you #angst

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sachiko1309 · 9 months

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The good old Doc - Part 16

Missed the start? No problem, here is the first part, the following ones are always linked at the end, so you dont have to search endlessly. 😉

Summary: Lieutenant Lilith Adams enlisted back in the military, only to be met with a certain cocky pilot. Overcoming certain past traumas, she tries to fit in with the team of pilots as their personal medic. Soon finding her stuck between a certain good looking aviator and her work morals.

This is a series which is currently in the making, so I don’t exactly know how long it is going to be. 😊

Word count: 1949

Warning: Description of injury, operation, grief

Next part: in progress

Pov Lilith:

I didn’t know how much time had passed, but we were able to get Rooster back to the living. Luckily, we managed to get a heartbeat seconds after we transferred him on the operating table. “Apollo, whats the time of him being out?” I asked, swinging my body down from Rooster. “1 minute and 43 seconds.” Apollo answered, helping me out of my bullet proof vest. I could feel my uniform sticking to my body, drenching the floor around me in blood and water. I tilted my head for Apollo to take off my helmet and put on a mask. Cookie had given Rooster two shots of Adrenaline and was now getting an IV into his arm, for further injections. Beetle burst through the door, bags of blood in his hands. “Do we have him secured for sterilization?” I asked. Everyone around me nodded and was giving a yes.

“Good. I need, Beetle, Cookie, Apollo and Bambi with me. The others get out and stay on alert for further call ins.” I ordered, walking towards the door, to get my hands washed. After that, Apollo helped me into my operating gown, gloves and a new mask. The others were getting ready as well. Fully focusing on the man in front of me, I made the first cut, starting to get the bullets out. Cookie took her place at Roosters head, as an anesthetist she was watching over his stats. Bambi stepped next to me, handing me the scalpel, and taking the bullets and metal shards I handed her. Apollo and Beetle were on the other side, working Roosters left.

With every bullet I fished out of his body, the amount of blood spilling from the wounds got bigger and bigger, to the point, where I assigned Beetle to cauterize the places, where we extracted the bullets. He was working relentlessly, clamping down arteries, sewing up the entry wounds, but Rooster was losing too much blood. I send out Bambi to fetch new bags, hoping she would return in time.

After we worked his front, we carefully turned him over, inspecting the exit wounds. Luckily for us, there were much less, and we quickly fixed him up. The amount of metal, laying next to Rooster in tiny trays made me want to cry. I was sure if we would have weight him before and after, it would be measurable. Stepping away, I let out a heavy sigh. “Get him hooked up to pain medication. I want him in an induced coma for at least the upcoming 48 hours. He needs to heal properly. The damage done to his wounds might not be bearable in a wake condition. I will head out and talk to the team. When I am finished, he better be sleeping in a sealed off environment.” I ordered, walking out the doors. Throwing the operating gown, mask and gloves in a trashcan, I stepped up to the team, signaling them to follow me, in order to clear the hallway for Rooster.

When we reached an empty room, I offered them to sit down, but they all refused. “How is he?” Phoenix asked, tears clearly staining her cheeks. I took a deep breath starting my report: “We got him back to the living. He lost a big amount of blood, but we were able to get all the bullets out of him and the majority of his wounds treated. He is still internally bleeding, but we couldn’t cauterize it, since the damage done with the heat would out do the actual wound. I put him into an induced coma for the next 48 hours, so we can monitor his healing process and step in, if there would be an emergency without having to take him out twice. As far as I am aware, the damage done to his body will heal to the point where I expect him to be cleared for duty again, taking in the possibility of him stepping out on his own.”

The relief in the room was thick as it could be. Phoenix stumbled towards me, hugging me. “Thank you, Lilith. You don’t know, what it means to us. We owe you big time.” I pealed her off me, facing Maverick. He was standing in the back, fist clenched to his side, face rigidly holding back emotions. “Can we see him?” He asked, looking at me. I shook my head. “No. I ordered to get him under a sterile and sealed environment. Giving the fact, that we don’t have enough sterile suits, I would rather have them used to monitor him and step in at emergencies. You can although have a look at him from the door, since the closed off space would start behind plastic walls.” I started to walk out the door, the team on my heels. On the way, I radioed Cookie, asking her, where she put Rooster.

I stepped back, letting the team see their comrade in peace. When everyone had their turn, I closed the door, shutting them out. Taking deep breaths I hooked my tablet to the machines in the room, connecting them to it, so that I would be alerted any time should something happen. Then I took a look at him. He was breathing regularly, a small tube extending from his stomach, draining the blood to release pressure. It should be removable the next time someone would do one of the regular checks on him. I typed the information down on my tablet, sharing it with the other medics. Beetle sent me a file with shifts to watch Rooster for the next 48 hours. He would be under constant watch until we would wake him up from his coma. My first round would be the night shift, so I had a few hours to get some food and sleep in.

Knocking on the plastic wall softly, I said my goodbyes and joined the team outside. “We are having him under constant watch, until he wakes up.” I started, right when Beetle turned the corner. “One of us will be by his side at any given moment, making sure there are no complications. I will be holding the first night watch, so if you would excuse me, I need some food, a shower and a little bit of sleep.” The team nodded, parting ways with me. “We will wait for you in my office.” Cyclone said. “Bring some food, there are things I want to talk to you, before you go to sleep.”

I gave him a quick thumbs up, making my way to the shared quarters with Phoenix. After a short shower and a trip to the mess hall, I steered towards Cyclones office. I knew I would get an earful, for my actions, but right now I didn’t care. Rooster was safe. And if that meant my termination, so be it. Knocking on his door, I entered the room, once he called out for me. The whole team was sitting or leaning against the wall and I took my position in the middle of the room, saluting towards Cyclone in his office chair. Then I switched into the rigid stand we were to hold when accepting orders. He looked at me, than the food on the tray I brought. “Sit down.” He said, waving towards the chair behind me. I pulled it towards his desk, still not touching the food my body longed for.

“Eat. I know you are hungry and we need to safe time.” He ordered, looking through some files. I started eating, not daring to look him in the eyes. “You disobeyed a direct command, risking not only your life, but also the life of Lieutenant Seresin, Captain Mickey Lautner and his team by doing so. Those actions require me to terminate your position as a Lieutenant in the navy.” He paused, closing the files. “But that’s not what I am going to do. You showed the willpower of risking you own life to safe others. That’s worth a navy cross, due to you showing extraordinary heroism in combat.” I looked up with wide eyes, taking in the sight of Cyclone shoving a wooden box over his table. “Take it, before I decide otherwise.” Cyclone grumbled, jumpstarting me to grasp for the wooden box.

I took the navy cross out of the velvety bed, pinning it onto my uniform. Now the two rows of service ribbons were filled. Existing of my navy pistol marksmanship, the navy rifle marksmanship and the navy basic military training as an honor graduate in the first row. And in the second row consisting of my navy and marine corps overseas service, the Afghanistan campaign medal and now my navy cross. “Thank you, Admiral.” I stood up, saluting rigidly. Behind me, my team clapped shortly, before Cyclone stared them down. “Seresin.” He called out, causing my boyfriend to step forward. “Yes, Admiral.”

Cyclone threw a second wooden box at him. “That’s your navy cross. Even though I don’t want to give you one, you deserve it for saving Lieutenant Adams. But take this as a warning. Another stunt like this, and both of your asses get thrown out. Am I clear?” Saluting simultaneously, Jake and I squeezed out a “Yes, Admiral.”

Jake was now also pinning his navy cross to his uniform, closing his third row of ribbons. I smiled up at him, not daring to move and touch him, but the way he looked at me, told me everything I needed to know. He was proud. “You are dismissed. I expect to be reported about Lieutenant Bradshaws status, as soon as something changes.” Cyclone was still using his commanding voice, clearly fed up and overwhelmed with the whole situation. Nearly bolting out of his office, the team and I made our way to the mess hall, trying to relax. Jake had an arm wrapped around me, smiling softly: “Maybe we should write Rooster a card and thank him for his sacrifice for our navy crosses.” I hit him in the stomach. “You are evil. The only card he will get from us is a get well soon one. And if I ever hear you making fun of him being shot down, I will kick your ass!”

“Not even a little bit?” He asked, giving me puppy eyes.

“Are you trying to get on my nerves, Seresin? Because right now they are as strained as they can be. I have no energy for your dumb jokes. So, spare me with it.” I growled, not caring how my voice sounded. It might have been harsher, than I intended, because Jake immediately backed off, skidding over towards Javy. I sighted. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. The whole situation has me on edge and I needed an outlet.”

Jake reached out for me, pulling me into his side. “I know, darlin. I shouldn’t have said that. It was tactless and hurtful. I just don’t know how to deal with all of it. Rooster is like a brother to me. Even though we have this rivalry going on, I wouldn’t change one thing about it. And when he dies….” He shook his head, stopping midsentence.

The whole team had their heads hanging low. Nobody really knew what to say, or how to change the mood. Deciding I wanted to try and get some sleep in, I got up: “I am heading to bed. If something happens, I will let you know. Try to keep the schedule running as good as possible. There is not much you can do right now, rather than wait and do whats necessary.” Nodding at my words, the rest waved their goodbyes.

Pov Lilith:

“Not even a little bit?” He asked, giving me puppy eyes.

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