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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Creep part 2 (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x fem!Reader

Genre: Spice!

Sequel to Creep (part 1)

Summary: Your roommate forces you to a dorm hangout with her boyfriend where you get hit on by a creep, only to have Bakugou come along and help you with the situation.

Word count: 2,835

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: More spice than the first part ;) This one took a different turn from the first part, so I hope you all like it! The ending might be a little rushed because I’m really exhausted and I wanted to finish this before I pass out on my keyboard.

This part was inspired by a Tiktok that was going to be a completely different scenario, but it ended up fitting perfectly as a sequel, so I used it!

Also I hit 100 followers!? In 2 weeks?! What are y’all following me for, I’m trash!? Nonetheless thank you for supporting my tiny blog out of the vast world of Tumblr, I really appreciate it. 100 followers may not seem like a lot for some of you, but I never expected this to happen and I’m so grateful for each of you 😘😘 Ok enough of the mushy stuff, onward to the sequel!

Maybe I was hit by cupid's arrow. Or the devil's, considering the type of thoughts I'm having.

I'm not usually the kind of person who lusts over people or their appearances. I'll at least acknowledge them as hot and then move on, but I don't dwell on them. Until I went back to our shared dorm still wearing Bakugou's hoodie and started having flashbacks of our few moments together. His scent coupled with the memory of his smirk and those intense crimson eyes left me with a lingering high. We had left things unfinished, and that little nagging in the back of my head drove me to do something I wouldn't normally do.

And that was stalking him. I ended up scrolling through Ochaco's following list for his profile, and finding it was akin to discovering a hidden treasure. From the outline of his build in that long-sleeve shirt I last saw him in, I knew there was something there. While his profile displayed mostly pictures of his friends hanging out, there were also clips of him training in the gym. Only when I chose those to watch those and scrolled to the end of the set would I be gifted with a beautiful mirror selfie of him in a black tank top. Even just standing there, hands in his pockets or arms crossed across his chest, the curve of his arms and veins straining underneath entice me.

But that wasn't what stands out to me the most. It's actually his neck. In the small amount of time I'd spoken to him, the moment that he removed his hood and exposed it to me is the image that replays the most. The structure of his muscles and his collarbone melding together into a perfect sculpture of a man. That's what mostly haunted me. To think it's one of the more sensitive parts of him makes my heart pound a little harder. In every picture, it was the first thing I looked for.

"You planning on taking that off anytime soon?"

I jolted when Ochaco's sly comment awoke me from my reverie. "Yeah, I just needed to check something first," I tried to play it off before - reluctantly - ripping the hoodie off of me.

And now, the day after that, I have to give it back to him. This morning, a rogue though flashed into my mind: instead of simply handing it to him, I could wear it to class and have him watch me peel it off my body. Such a thought never occurred to me before, startling me for being brash.

I did wear it though. I told myself it was cold in the classroom and I would need it.

When I walked into the classroom, I didn't dare to glance at the back for him since my thoughts haven't been the purest and I think I might've choked if I didn't mentally prepare myself. If he was nice enough, he would have respected that sign, but he wasn't.

As soon as I turned around from getting a pen from my bag, there he was leaning on my desk, earning an embarrassing squeal from me.

His head tilts against his arm. "That's a lovely shade on you."

My breath stops for a millisecond. Huh?

Bakugou twirls one of the strings on the hoodie around his finger. "The black matches your nails."

Oh. Duh. "Yeah? I might keep it then." Just to make my point, I pull the hood up on my head. "You're probably not getting this back."

"Hording my clothes now?" He clicks his tongue, "Sounds like you're the creep now. Or just a thief."

Haaa, you don't know the half of it. From the position he's in, leaning down on the desk and resting his head on his arm, there's a very perfect view of his neck and collarbone right in front of my eyes from under his black shirt and denim jacket. I try not to linger on it and force myself to concentrate on his face instead. "I'll give it back after class, this room is always too cold for me." But today it feels just a bit hotter.

We agree to get lunch and head to the library after class until the professor arrives and he returns to his seat, but not before sending a wink my way. I clutch the neck of the hoodie, stunned as the gesture spirals be back to us almost kissing, before the fire alarm rudely interrupted everything. For the rest of class, I'm more concerned with how to take off an oversized hoodie in a sexy way than any kind of modern British prose.

We decide on staying on one of the library floors where a moderate level of talking is allowed, taking over a small, private study room where the door is transparent and there's a rectangular glass window to see inside. I'm partially thankful for the extra insurance keeping me from possibly jumping on him, but that doesn't keep me from staring and letting my mind run wild.

Bakugou chose the seat at the head of the table and I chose the seat adjacent to him. "I can't get over how the old hag typed out an entire 7 page guideline on how to write this paper. Does she expect us to write a dissertation or something?!"

I slurp my udon. "She needs to chill. I thought her sarcastic humor was funny the first week of class, but she's getting on my nerves now."

"Then why do you keep laughing at all her jokes?"

"Because I need to kiss up to her so she can at least remember me to give me a good grade for one." I put a piece of chicken in my mouth. "And also, I'm low key scared of her killing my first born child."

Bakugou almost chokes on his Mapo Tofu laughing at that, throwing his head back and slamming the table. The image of me kissing his neck flashes through me and cuts my laugh short. Calm yourself! I clear my throat. "Speaking of scary people, if I had met you at the party, I would've had a very different impression of you, since you were much more...aggressive there."

He has a confused expression before he looks down at his food. "You mean how I was screaming playing that game?"

"Yeah." I note how uncomfortable he looks on the subject. "I guess people usually think that of you?"

"Something like that. I was kind of a loudmouth in high school, I think I've gotten better." He turns to me, twirling his chopsticks in his hand curiously. "What was your first impression of me?"

I shrug. "You're quiet, you have a brain in your head, and you like to sleep in class sometimes."

The blond snorts, "People don't usually associate me with 'quiet,' you'd be the first."

Should I be flattered by that? I wonder.

We finish our meals without another word. I pull out my laptop and start looking through the guidelines for our paper again. "I don't even know what book I want to write about, they're all so boring."

Bakugou shrugs, still peering into his laptop screen. "I would just pick the one with a theme you can bullshit the most about."

"I guess," I slump down onto my arm. I always liked reading growing up so I didn't think I would have a tough time in this class, but the professor really drains the energy out of me.

I feel a bit hot in his hoodie, perking up at the opportunity to pique his interest. Maybe I can lift it up so my shirt underneath slides up and shows my stomach a little? Would that be sexy? How do I remove it casually enough in one swift movement without fucking it up? Maybe he'll find any way I do it attractive, because hopefully that's how guys think.

I decide to just try it an see how it goes. Lifting it with both hands from the bottom, I drag the hoodie up and almost get it over my head, feeling my shirt underneath lifting below it. I try straightening my back to make my posture look a little more curvy than I probably already am. The problem I face is getting it off my head, which immediately dampers my effortlessly-sexy act into an awkward one. I have to slip my arms out from the sleeves and push it up from underneath, messing my hair up slightly in the process.

I sneak a glance out of the corner of my eye to gauge his reaction in case he saw it. There is none, his eyes are still glued to the screen.

Well, that was kind of a fail, I think, throwing the hoodie onto the space between us. I'm just a bit disappointed that I can't channel my inner flirt around boys I like, but it's not the end of the world.

"Too bad, I thought you look pretty good in my hoodie," he spares me a smug grin.

I freeze up at the statement, heat rushing to my cheeks. "I think so too," I murmur, "Maybe I should steal your jacket too."

He stops tapping on his keyboard and stares at me with an unfamiliar emotion. I'm about to ask what he's thinking before he removes his jacket and hands it to me. "I'd like to see that."

I almost think it's a joke, but I take it from him anyway, draping it around my shoulders without putting my arms through the sleeves. I get the sense that it might be too big on me if I put it on. A fresh bout of his scent comes with it, sending me into another spiral of unhealthy thoughts.

"I think the universe is trying to tell me something, because you look good in all my clothes," Bakugou leans back in the seat, looking down his nose at me.

The implication makes my heart flutter. "Yeah, they're actually mine and you'd stolen them from me before. Or you just have a really girlish figure." Like hell I believe that, you were probably sculpted from stone by the gods.

"Pfft, whatever you say," he rolls his eyes and looks back his laptop, scanning over the notes he wrote down. "So, this is the list of themes for each of the books we read for class, wanna hear it just in case it triggers something for you?"

My mind is still hung on the sculpted from the gods thought, so I absently nod while staring at him to make him think I'm paying attention. In reality, my thoughts wander to the pictures I'd seen of him a few nights ago, the gym mirror selfies in his tank tops. His arms are definitely just a teaser for what he probably has underneath that shirt, and I'm betting on there being a washboard waiting for me to run my hands over, judging by the brief glance I had down his shirt earlier.

Unconsciously, my eyes trace down to his black button down. It practically teases me, his top 2 buttons undone to expose all of his collarbone and the top of his defined chest. I don't have to go by the low quality mirror posts on his profile or the fuzzy memories from the party, it's right there for me to see. Flashes of me running my fingers over his neck as I nibble on his ear, rogue noises of his hypothetical sighs of bliss, my hands spreading his shirt open to allow for more space to kiss down his muscular neck. Each new image quickens my heart rate and sends a new tremor down my body.

I'd love to just devour him.

"Hey!"

Both his voice and the rational one in my head snap me back to reality. Did I really just-

Annoyance creases in his brow as I recompose myself and sit up straight. "Sorry, I didn't catch the last thing," my voice comes out noticeably strained.

"What's wrong with you-" Just like that, his face crosses with an awareness that only morphs into a smirk. "I guess you're letting your mind wander."

My eyes widen. Shit, he knows, I'm caught! "No, I'm just-"

"We've only known each other for a day and you're already obsessed with me, aren't you?" He leans forward, only to have me lean back, but he pulls the collar of his jacket on me to keep me in place. "That might be a little unhealthy, don't you think?"

I'm staring at his descending lips, part of me holding a desire for them to quell the feeling I've locked up.

Bakugou hums low, breath caressing my face. "I think we have some unfinished business from the other night. You must've been thinking about that." His gaze flickers down to my slightly agape lips before slamming his down on them. Though it's not delicate by any means, it still feels like a tester. Electricity shudders through me at our long-awaited reunion, and when he pulls away for a moment to look down at me with half-lidded eyes, I know he feels the same thing.

And something breaks free inside me. I hurriedly press my lips back against his, catching him by surprise. I take the lead, quickening the tempo of our kisses as one of my hands tangle in his soft hair, not giving either of us time to breathe. Leaning forward into him, my stomach presses into the table corner between us, and I break away from him. Allowing only a few pants, I jolt from my seat and round the corner to take the place of his lap and join our lips again forcibly, my knees on either side of him, pressing our bodies together against the back of the chair and swiveling into the table for stability. He was caught off guard before, but he melts into me and allows his hands to grab my waist.

I trail my tongue onto his lower lip before tracing my lips across his jaw. "You weren't expecting this, were you?" I breathe against the shell of his ear, his natural musk filling my nostrils.

A low groan escape him. "I didn't think you wanted me this much. Must've driven you a little crazy somehow."

My hand tangled in his hair drags down his neck, my nails grazing it ever so slightly, eliciting another growl from him and his grip me tighter. "I'll show you some of what I was just thinking about." Starting at the base of his ear, I pepper more open-mouthed kisses down the same neck that's haunted me, sometimes tickling my tongue over the spots he stiffens up at.

Once I reach the base of his neck, barely caressing that taunting collarbone, I move the opening in his shirt away to expose more of his chest to me, continuing up to where his shoulder and neck conjoin, remaining there to massage it with my lips and lightly graze my teeth on it. "This little creeper wanted to taste this neck you love to flaunt." I pull away and meet his wanton gaze. "I wonder if I should mark it."

Calloused hands dig under my shirt as he catches his breath. "Depends. What kind of relationship do you want from me?" He's holding himself back.

I never stopped to think about it. He's a pretty great guy, we have pretty strong chemistry, and we bounce off each other really well, not to mention he's the only guy to have awakened such new feelings from me. Looping my arms around his neck and joining our foreheads together, I mutter against his lips, "Let's go on a few dates maybe?"

He smirks and gives me another slow kiss before pulling away. "Deal. But let's take this slow. I can very easily do something like this to you too, but then how will I get to know you?"

I sit back on his thighs. "Fair point. And, just an aside," my face gets warmer at my admittance, "I don't normally do this. I'm usually more reserved, but you're different, I guess."

"I think you were just really thirsty for a real man," he winks, earning a shove in the chest from me. "That was an impressive show though, I'll give you credit. Maybe later, I can show you what goes on in my head. Except, it's a lot more than just a few neck kisses."

I almost choke on that, my cheeks growing even hotter.

Bakugou's expression softens, the teasing disappearing. "But before that, we can enjoy ourselves in calmer things. Like dinner? Or bowling?"

My chest swells with something lighter than desire. "Sounds like a plan."

He plants a kiss on my nose. "Okay, now get off before someone walks in on us. It's a study room, not a make out room, creep."

I get off him and settle back into my seat. "I think I prefer the term 'perv,' thank you very much."

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crushcandles · 3 years

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Tagged by @warriorpersephone, who also said extremely sweet things about me 😘. Time to out myself as an old swamp hag who’s not any good at tumblr.

1. Why did you choose your URL? It just sort of came to me. Alliteration is my jam, so the double-crunch of the c-c is very satisfying to me. And I didn’t choose it for this, but crush is an extremely cute nickname and vaguely evocative of my real name.

2. Any side blogs? No. This is my entire trash and treasure heap.

3. How long have you been on Tumblr? I think I had one in...2010? Where I was a real life university student, but that wasn’t the move for me. Then a fannish one for a while, and I started this one in 2018.

4. Do you have a queue tag? No. It would expose just how much I rely on queuing posts to keep this witch’s shack of a tumblr active.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? I wanted to get back into being fannish in a casual, low-key. Also, there were still porn gifs to look at back then.

6. Why did you choose you icon/pfp? It’s a Kisa Cat Candle, chosen for its status as a candle and cat-like appearance, which conceals something fun (a skeleton!).

7. Why did you choose your header? I don’t think it really shows up on my tumblr, but technically there’s a picture of a cat sitting on a tree branch with the moon behind it, because I’m a swamp witch cat lady type.

8. What’s your post with the most notes? Surely it’s this it fucken wimdy post starring one Geralt of Rivia. I think there’s also a few ficlets with a couple hundred notes each.

9. How many mutuals do you have? I could not tell you. 1? 12? 100?

10. How many followers do you have? I think 370ish, give or take some pornbots.

11. How many people do you follow? Without looking, maybe a hundred or so.

12. Have you ever made a shit post? it fucken wimdy

13. How often do you use tumblr? I’m in and out. I’ll have a big gulp and then get weird and FOMO-y about it and then have to log off for a few days.

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog? Not in my recollection. I’m good at the old eyeroll & scroll and I am way too boring for anyone to pick a fight with me.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog” posts? I don’t think I see them that often, which must be the curation.

16. Do you like tag games? Generally, I just forget everything

17. Do you like ask games? Yes! I’m more likely to do ones that are about writing than me as a human though.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? Even after 10 years of off-and-on tumblring, I’m not sure what it means to be tumblr famous. Is it follower count? Viral posts? People listen to you? I’ve never wrapped my head around it, especially in the fannish tumblrsphere, where we’re all so spread out.

#thanks for tagging me!#about crushcandles

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frizz22 · 4 years

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Tease

Anon prompt: Zelda does a surprise strip tease at home for Faustus before sex

Notes: Spellwood just got back Blackwood manor after fancy coven event. Read on ao3

Zelda narrowed her eyes at her husband’s back. She hadn’t put on this dress at the beginning of the night for Faustus to be grumbling about Shirley fucking Jackson. She looked good enough to eat, and from the stares she’d received all night, many would’ve taken her up had she offered.

Which meant, the fact that Faustus hadn’t already eagerly peeled the sinfully tight fabric from her body and thrown her onto the bed was infuriating.

Carefully setting her fur aside, no need for dramatics to ruin her good stole, Zelda pulled at the ends of her elbow length glove until she was able to pull the thing off slowly by the fingers; the fabric whispering deliciously along her skin.

Looking at the glove, Zelda contemplated her husband, who’s back was still to her as he kicked off his shoes and threw his tie aside in irritation. As much as she loathed it, it seemed extra measures would be needed to get what she wanted tonight. And considering she’d already gone to extraordinary lengths with the dress, Faustus owed her.

Taking aim, Zelda lobbed the glove across the room, using a bit of magic so it landed squarely across his shoulder.

Faustus froze, his mutterings about ungrateful coven members falling silent, and he drew the glove off his shoulder slowly before he partially spun to face her, eyebrows raised expectantly.

That should have been enough.

An eyeful of her in her dress without the fur stole in the flickering light of the fire in the fireplace should have been enough to have him pouncing on her.

He didn’t move.

Arching a brow of her own, Zelda took the fingertips of her remaining glove between her teeth and pulled, maintaining eye contact the entire time as she exposed the creamy length of her other arm.

Once free, Zelda took the glove back in hand, slapped it lightly against her thigh and then dropped it.

Faustus, whose eyes had been closely following her movements intently, started at the slap, his eyes darkening. Finally getting the hint, he stalked towards her.

But no, he didn’t get to have her that easily. Not after making her work for it. Catching him by the shoulder, Zelda pressed him back until his knees hit one of the chairs in front of the fire and he sat abruptly.

Before his hands could find her hips and pull her in, Zelda backed away from him; fully committed to teasing him mercilessly before culminating the night in glorious ecstasy as she rode him on that chair.

A whispered spell had his arms flying to the armrests, and his back pressing against the back of the seat, effectively sticking him in place. Faustus harrumphed when he found her couldn’t follow her. “Zelda,” he growled, watching her hungrily.

Smiling wickedly, Zelda lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Yes, Faustus?” She murmured, positioning herself only feet from him. Close enough to touch but entirely out of his reach because of the spell.

Eyes and features darkening with the promise of some delicious punishment, Faustus looked up at her from under a hooded gaze. “Don’t play games, dearest.”

“Oh, but darling,” Zelda countered, her tone for the endearment turning sickeningly sweet. “It seems I must play games to get my husband’s attention. I mean, if this doesn’t,” she indicated to her dress, running her hands over her silk clad breasts, down her stomach only to branch out to frame her hips right before she reached the apex of her legs, rejoicing in how Faustus shifted in his seat and licked his lips in response. “Then perhaps I need to work a bit harder.”

Swallowing, Faustus tried to move again but only managed to jerk the chair forward a little. “Zelda, if you think I wasn’t constantly picturing all the ways I could debauch you tonight, you’re wrong.” His eyes swept over her, lingering on the small circles she was tracing in her hip with her finger; likely wishing it were his.

“Am I now?” She asked, eyes sparking in challenge. “Then why is it, that you did not do such a thing while at the celebration? In years past you wouldn’t have hesitated to ravish me, barely concealed, just down the hall from the rest of the coven.” She turned, back to Faustus, and another spell had the zipper of her dress slowly moving downwards, revealing a little skin at a time.

Faustus groaned behind her and the chair scrapped along the ground once more.

As the zipper slid down, she smirked to herself and reached up to start removing the enchanted pins from her hair, loosing the locks around her shoulders one strand at a time. “Or if you wanted to pretend to the coven that you aren’t a voracious slut for your wife, not that they’d believe that, why not debauch me the moment we teleported to the house?” She peered coyly at him over her shoulder and then turned forward once more. “I was practically dripping at the thought of you taking me against the wall in the entry way downstairs. And yet,” Zelda sighed dramatically and set her last hairpin onto a side table. She spun and methodically slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders. “And yet, imagine my disappointment when you chose to complain, to focus on Shirley Jackson.”

She stopped then, holding the dress up to her chest with her hands. “Shirley Jackson, Faustus, how could that nagging hag of a witch have your attention over me? Over this?” Dropping the dress, Zelda let the fabric pool around her feet. She was left in her lace corset, matching bottoms, garter, stockings and heels.

Faustus visibly gulped. “Zelda...” And she could see his cock was straining against his pants and allowed herself a pleased smile as he begged. “Please...”

Fluffing her hair a bit, Zelda bent neatly at the waist to unhook her shoes, giving Faustus a generous view down her top before she straightened. “Please what, husband?” She asked, stepping out of her heels and walking closer to him.

“I wasn’t—” He managed, breaking off and looking at her hopefully when she stopped in front of him.

Instead of relieving him in any way, though, Zelda propped a foot up on his still spellbound knee, sliding her foot from there to the middle of his thigh, smiling at the shiver that raced through him and how his cock twitched as his eyes immediately traced her leg from bottom to top. “You can’t dispute it, darling.” She remarked, snapping the garter and then angling her knee outwards so he could easily see her core, see the dampness soaking through her underwear.

He practically choked, and the chair jerked again.

Lifting a remonstrating brow, Zelda tsked. “Can’t say a single word in defense.” She sighed in faux despair, fiddling with the clasps to her garter. “Whatever is a wife to do?” She asked, undoing the clasps abruptly and sliding the stocking down the length of her leg with exaggerated care.

“She’s to let her husband loose so he may prove to her that any other witch, mortal, demon or being is far from his thoughts.” Faustus replied hoarsely, straining against the spell and stretching his neck side to side as though that’d free him.

Zelda huffed and shook her head. “That seems a little too easy, don’t you think?” She shifted so she could prop her other leg in his lap, a bit higher this time. “I mean, a wife shouldn’t have to ask for her needs to be met, a husband, a warlock one at that, should be able to tell, be able to see his wife’s needs are completely satisfied. Shouldn’t he?” She slipped the other stocking down and smirked at how transfixed Faustus was by the action.

Tossing the item aside, Zelda lowered her foot back to the ground and reached for the laces on the back of her corset, only to find she couldn’t grasp them. While she could undo it with another spell, just as she’d done her dress, Zelda smiled wickedly at the idea that had just formed.

She spun slowly, once more sweeping her hair over her shoulder. “Faustus, could you start to make up your grievous mistake of ignoring my needs by helping me with these laces?”

The chair scraped along the floor again. “Zelda.” And there was a hard edge to his voice that told her she’d gotten him truly worked up. It sent shivers through her. “Remove the spell, darling, and I can do anything you’d like.”

A low hum emanated from her throat as though she was actually considering the idea. “No,” she drew out the word teasingly. “I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson yet.” She licked her lips and then swiftly sat in his lap, making sure she moved around enough to rub against his hardened length still straining against his pants.

A gasping intake of breath was her reward.

“You’ll just have to use your teeth.” She instructed, settling herself more fully against him and positioning herself so he could dip his head to reach the laces.

A sharp bite to the junction where her shoulder and neck met was her answer, Faustus’ tongue quickly lapping at the almost broken skin to soothe it. Before she could scold him for misbehaving, he latched his lips to her favorite spot right under her jaw, sucking, nipping and lapping mercilessly.

Taken by surprise, Zelda‘s head tilted to give him more access without her permission and her hands went to grip the armrests automatically only to find herself clinging to his forearms, still frozen to the chair, instead.

“Release me, Zelda,” he purred, nibbling on her ear, “and I can do so, so much more to you.”

Her core throbbed at the roughness of his voice, at the promise hanging heavily in the air. And while he’d begging prettily for her earlier, now he was using other means to try and convince her to end the torture and just take him.

But she wasn’t done yet, and if she gave in now, then she’d telling him he could always tip her hand in some way. And she couldn’t have that, couldn’t let him push the scales in his favor, not when they were tipped so far in hers. With strength she didn’t know she had, Zelda leveraged herself off her husband’s lap and stood; if a little wobbly.

“Darling,” she shook her head, snipping her fingers and the corset’s laces unraveled. “You had your chance to be good,” she arched a brow and let the corset fall away, leaving only her underwear and Faustus moaned. “But you just couldn’t.”

Approaching him again, Zelda reached for his pants and slowly undid his belt and zipper—while she’d have liked to take him right then, she did want to at least keep up the pretense she was in control.

She ran a hand through his hair, “can you be good?” She purred, leaning in so their faces were barely an inch apart as she stroked her other hand along his length.

Still only able to move his head, Faustus lunged forward and kissed her brutally, tugging her lower lip and biting hard.

Yanking back, Zelda huffed. “That was your last chance Faustus,” she murmured, stepping back, turning a bit so she could bend at the waist once more and remove her underwear, only this time Faustus got an eyeful of her glistening folds instead of her chest.

He moaned and the chair jumped again, but Zelda knew it was partially for show. He knew she’d have released him if he’d played along, he wanted her to take him like this, wanted her in control.

It wasn’t often he wanted to play the sub, and Zelda wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.

Flicking her underwear aside with her foot, Zelda drew herself up and eyed Faustus over her shoulder with a dark smirk.

He finally broke. “Zelda, please, I—"

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Zelda was in his lap, straddled him and sinking onto his hard length before he could finish his sentence.

Obscene sounds escaped them both and Zelda wasted no more time getting settled. Hands on his shoulders for balance and leverage, Zelda set a punishing pace; Faustus merely trying to capture whatever part of her he could in his mouth as she moved.

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illwork4anime · 4 years

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18 please!

Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

Yes! So I will use my WIP Done with Love

ORIGINS

ORIGINALLY THIS STORY WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE ShikaSaku.

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONLY ITASAKU. LOOK HOW FAR WE HAVE FALLEN BECAUSE I FELL HARD FOR SHIKA.

Literally never considered the pairing until this.

This story started with the Itasaku oneshot that is the prologue. Then I wrote a drabble that was just the hospital scene, but a little different. It had Kurenais daughter coming in wounded. Sakura saves her and goes to the waitingroom to find Shika a mess. It's the end of her shift so she takes him out for a drink. The end.

Then I decided, no I want to write a proper story. So I combined them, with Shikamaru only there because of his big brain AND THATS IT. NOTHING ELSE. So I added...They talk. Shika owes her one bigtime. Asuma would have haunted him forever if she died. So, Sakura says - I know how you are going to help me out. Help me train and I am going to get Sasuke back all on my own. Work with me on a strategy. The start of the chapter was a flash forward to an event I can tell because its a spoiler! Basically, Sakura is captured and trying to escape. This helped add some suspense to the exposition and make a boring capture time more interesting by breaking it up.

BUT then I decided to redo it completely. Because I fell in love with shikasaku as a later pairing.

Also - all those Kakashi moments - ACCIDENTAL. I wrote that healing scene in the library on a whim and now here we are. Originally, just supposed to be Shika and Itachi.

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One additional diversion was the scene in the art gallery. That originally didn’t have the genjutsu at all. It was an argument outside in a part. But I wanted to make it relevant to her training, so I put it in the gallery. In the alternate scene, it started because Sakura confronted Shikamaru about how he had kissed Ino before and wanted to know what kind of kiss it was. Here it is in DRAFT FORM:

“Oh, Sai!” Ino’s voice shatters through the moment. Ino bounds up behind Sai, throwing her arms around him in greeting.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding from me.” She says sweetly.

“Beautiful, I was not hiding, I assure you.” He says, face looking phonier than before. Why did Ino get a nice nickname, while Sakura got stuck with Hag? Ino beams at him for it.

“I missed you, silly. Let’s go to the movies Friday, so you can make it up to me.” Ino says sweetly.

Sai turns to Sakura, “What do you think, Sakura? Shall we go?”

Ino glares at her, as if she’s invited herself while Sakura puts her hands up in surrender.

“Um, actually Sai, I have training with Shikamaru on Friday night. I won’t be able to go.” Sakura lies.

“Is that what you’re calling it,” Ino grumbles under her breath.

“Apologies, Ino. We will have to try another time.” He says to her.

“She won’t mind if we go without her,” She says sweetly, then grinds out in a threatening tone, “Right, Sakura?”

“Right.” Sakura squeaks.

“According to my reading, the Hag is socially obligated to agree in this situation, though her true feelings could be to the contrary. It would be perceived as a slight to go without her.” Sai responds, looking rather proud at his insight.

Sakura cringes as Ino’s intensified glare.

“Then why don’t you just bring Shikamaru along, Sakura.” Ino offers, “Then we can have a double date.”

Again, the way Ino says it give Sakura no room to disagree, but she does anyway.

“I’m not going on a double date.” She says firmly.

“Forehead, let’s just talk for a second over there.” Ino says, grabbing her arm too tightly and dragging her out of hearing distance.

“Don’t ruin this for me, Sakura. I’m super close to sealing the deal on Sai and I’m not about to give that up because you made some phony sisterhood pact to yourself to swear off men forever.” She whispers furiously.

“It’s not about my completely legitimate pact. I have way bigger things to worry about right now than going on a fake date.” Sakura hisses back. Danzo’s disappointed expression rises up in her memory, along with his gentle reminder of her deadline. She shakes her head, “And don’t kid yourself, Ino. Sai has no idea you’re even interested in him.”

“Then you understand why I need this!” Ino argues back.

“Even if I wanted to, I’d never get Shikamaru to agree to this.” Sakura says, trying a different angle.

“Ha!” Ino lets out a shrill laugh, “That’s what you’re worried about.”

Sakura glares, “Yes. The last place he’d want to spend a Friday night is fourth-wheeling a date with you and Sai.” She’s not sure that’s strictly true, but is hoping his lazy, reclusive track record works to her advantage.

“Fourth-wheeling isn’t a thing, and you know it.” Ino disagrees, “And he’d go if you asked him. He’d show up in civilian clothes with his hair down if you asked him to.”

“Yeah, right.” Sakura scoffs, but blushes at the image that pops in her head of him running a hand through his loose hair. She shakes her head and says with more bite than she means to, “It doesn’t matter who asks. The answer will be no.”

“Then you’d better convince him.” She says, jabbing a finger in Sakura’s shoulder. “You still owe me from the time I pretended to be your lover to get that stalker fan boy to stop bothering you.”

“Hey, I didn’t ask you do to that!” Sakura protests.

“See, I did it out of the goodness of my heart, so now’s your chance to repay me, because that’s what girlfriends do.” She smiles with a shrug and turns back to Sai to answer without waiting for Sakura to respond.

“Sai, she’s in!” She giggles, skipping back over to him, “See you Friday, Forehead!”

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Even though he said it wouldn’t, Shikamaru’s waiting for her outside the theater out of uniform that Friday. His black pants look pretty much the same, but his well-toned arms are on full display in a mesh tee-shirt and a long green vest that brushes his thighs. It probably has the Nara clan symbol on the back.

“Look at you, Muscles,” She teases him, glancing pointedly at his exposed arms. He lets out an annoyed huff, but his cheeks go pink, “I thought you weren’t wearing your civilian clothes tonight.”

“It would have been more troublesome to stick out that to just change,” He sulks. She can’t keep the smile off her face.

“Ino and Sai here yet?” She looks around but doesn’t see them.

“Not yet.” He’s still blushing and looks to the side when he says, “You look nice too.”

She lets out a surprised, “Oh, thanks,” looking down at the outfit she found in the back of her closet. It had been hard to find something that was fancy enough to say ‘date’ for Ino but casual enough to say ‘friends’ for Shikamaru. The simple cream tank top, with a more generous neckline than she was used to, tucked into a plain red skirt did the trick.

“Forehead, Shikamaru!” Ino calls, jogging up with her arm looped through Sai’s.

“Here we go,” Shikamaru mumbles, pushing off the wall he’s leaning against.

“Hey, none of that attitude,” She scolds. If she was taking a night off, it was going to be worth it, dammit, “We are here to have fun. Even if it kills us,”

“It just might,” he breaths out as Ino bounds up to them.

“You actually showed up. I honestly didn’t think you would,” Ino says with an obnoxious laugh. She eyes Ino’s crop top and short purple skirt and suddenly feels like her neckline isn’t so racy after all. Sai’s outfit is just as bad, also in a black crop top with low riding pants.

“Why am I the only one not wearing a crop top?” Sakura says pulling at the bottom half of her shirt.

“Hey,” Shikamaru says sharply, gesturing to his shirt, “This is not a crop top.”

“Might has well be,” She jokes, poking his abs through a hole in the mesh.

“Stop that,” he complains, grabbing onto her hand.

“This is going to be so fun!” Ino says, looping her arm through Sakura’s and dragging them inside. Shikamaru doesn’t let go of her hand until Ino pushes him and Sai into the line for tickets.

“Why can’t you just get your own stuff, Ino?” Shikamaru grumbles. “What a drag.”

“You’d know why if you ever bothered to go on dates, Shikamaru.” She answers, sticking her tongue out at him. He flushes pink and glances shyly at Sakura.

“Beautiful is right. Traditionally men are the ones to pay for date activities,” Sai says, no doubt trying to be helpful.

“She’s totally taking advantage of you, man,” Shikamaru says, shaking his head and turning to walk up to the counter.

“I don’t understand,” Sai says, following behind him. “A date is still an equal exchange. Don’t men usually receive payment in the form of sexual favors at the end of the night?”

Sakura hears Shikamaru let out a strangled groan. He grabs Sai by the back of the head and starts whispering something urgently to him.

She can’t help but laugh at Shikamaru’s reaction.

“Isn’t he the cutest?” Ino gushes. “He’s like a lost little puppy.”

“He’s something.” Is all Sakura can think to answer.

Ino’s eyes turn mischievous and swing to Sakura. “So you got Shikamaru to come. Who was right again?”

Of course, Ino wanted to get in her I-told-you-so about it being relatively easy to get Shikamaru to come.

She tries to make it sound more trouble than it was. “Yeah, well you don’t know what I had to promise to get him to come here, Ino-pig.”

“Oh my, Forehead!” Ino lets out a scandalized giggle. Sakura’s face heats, realizing Ino took it sexually. “On the contrary, I want to know every saucy detail.”

“It’s nothing like that!” Sakura says, but Ino is unphased.

“Just as long as it’s nothing naughty in the theater. It’s all fun and games until you’re halfway through a hand job and a worker shines a flashlight on you with your hand down some guy’s pants in front of a theater full of judgy middle-aged women who clearly don’t understand the concept of spontaneous romance.”

“That’s so specific,” Sakura says suspiciously. “Please tell me that didn’t actually happen to you.”

“Yes, well,” Ino waves of her comment, “Learn from my mistakes Sakura. But more importantly, don’t mentally scar me by getting freaky with my teammate while I’m 2 seats down.”

“I should say the same to you!” Sakura says, blushing further, but Ino doesn’t make any promises.

Shikamaru and Sai return. Shikamaru looks more disgruntled than ever.

“That was the most troublesome conversation I’ve ever had.” He grumbles under his breath to her, low enough for Sai and Ino to miss. But as Ino passes, he says, “You owe me two times now for that.”

Sakura flushes. Although Sakura knows he means 2 weekends, Ino doesn’t. She wiggles her eyebrows and Sakura wants to sink into the floor from embarrassment.

He hands her a ticket with ‘Illusion of Silence’ written on the front, and she asks, “What are we seeing? A horror movie?”

“It was that or a sappy romcom. Just remember I chose the lesser of two evils.” He says and takes her hand again, leading her to the theater. It feels a little strange to be holding hands, but she doesn’t say anything. The trailers haven’t started yet, so they have no trouble finding their seats. The theater is mostly empty anyway, probably not a good sign for the movie quality.

She sits down between Shikamaru and Sai.

“Sakura, how is what you pass off as sketching going?” Sai asks.

Pass off. She suppresses the urge to smack him across the head. That kind of thing was frowned upon in these types of establishments.

“Terrible. I think Kurenai-sensei gave up on me.”

Kurenai had barely kept from laughing at Sakura when she’d shown her sketch book. It was pitiful, and while there had been a small improvement in Sakura’s visual genjutsu, Kurenai had decided to move on to a different topic. She still had to keep up the activity, but just not as her main focus.

Now they were working on non-visual genjutsu. Sakura found this a lot easier for some reason. Inducing pain, sounds, tastes, smells, all of that was just chemicals moving around the body. She understood those. She’d dealt with those before.

While she’d been extremely glad for the change in topic, she couldn’t manage to look forward to her lessons anymore. It was hard not to look at Kurenai differently after learning about her secret affair with Kakashi. It was a difficult feeling to explain, but every time she remembered it, her chest grew heavy, like something had reached inside her chest and squeezed a fist around her heart. She grits her teeth just thinking about it.

“I told you giving up was the best option,” Sai says sweetly, “No reason to waste your time improving a hopeless skill.”

“Shut up, Sai. A student is only as good as their teacher and you were absolutely no help.” She grumbles.

“Hey, don’t blame Sai because you can only draw stick figures. Some people just aren’t born to be artists like he was,” Ino defends, sending a starry eyed look at Sai and resting a hand to Sai’s arm. Then she pulls him into a conversation about what his ‘artistic genius’ has be working on lately.

“Is it really going that bad?” Shikamaru asks referring to her genjutsu training. His eyebrows are drawn in with concern.

“I don’t know.” She grumbles. She doesn’t want to admit it, but from Kurenai’s reactions, she felt it was going that badly. She wasn’t improving as fast as she should be. It seemed like something on a fundamental level just wasn’t clicking. “I try to do what Kurenai is instructing, but it just doesn’t seem to be working. We are so different that sometimes its hard to understand what she wants from me. Plus, it doesn’t help that genjutsu is so subjective.”

“Why don’t we work on it together next week. It might help to get a fresh perspective.”

“Really? That would be amazing,” She says with a smile.

“Of course.” He takes her hand again, rubbing a thumb across the back.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Shikamaru.” She says, squeezing his hand back.

“Let’s not find out,” he jokes, try to be nonchalant but he’s beaming from the comment.

Sakura lets out a yawn, “Let’s not.”

“You’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?” He teases.

“No, I’m fine.” Sakura lies. She’d had practice with Team Guy this morning at 6am but had stayed up until 2am doing research. Physically, she was running out of steam fast. As the lights dim, she finds it harder and harder to keep her eyes open.

Shikamaru shakes her awake. Sometime during the opening credits, she fell asleep on his shoulder.

“Oh, sorry,” She says, groggily. Then whispers, “What did I miss?”

“Everything,” he answers with a smirk.

“What?” She hisses, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

He shrugs, “You needed the rest. The point was to relax tonight, right?”

“I guess,” she grumbles.

“The movie sucked anyway,” he says standing.

“That was so scary!” Ino gushes to Sai. “I’m so glad you were here with me, Sai. I felt much safer.”

“It was not really that scary, Beautiful. No reason to be afraid of pictures.” He says confused. Ino huffs.

As they leave, Ino insists on a walk in the park across the street, but within minutes, she’s slipped off with Sai. The suggestive wink tells Sakura everything she needs to know about her plans.

Even just being friends with her, this was uncomfortable. Shikamaru actually was interested at some point. She wondered what he thought of all this.

“How is this not extremely weird for you?” Sakura asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Well didn’t you and Ino date a while back?” She explains and Shikamaru looks at her like she’s grown a second head.

“Tsh, no. Definitely not.”

“Well, you liked her though, right?”

He’s pouting, and reluctantly says, “Years ago, maybe. It wasn’t a big deal though.”

“But you guys kissed.” She counters. That seemed like a pretty big deal to her.

He stiffens and goes bright red, “Can Ino not keep her mouth shut about anything?”

“See, it is weird,” she says. But he doubles down.

“No, it’s not.” He disagrees crossing his arms, “That barely counts.”

But now she’s picturing the worst. A grating feeling rises in her chest at the thought of Shikamaru and Ino kissing and she has a strange compulsion to ask just what counts as barely counting.

“Barely counts how?” She says. She’s not able to look him in the eyes, so she trains her gaze on an ice cream cart across the park.

“I dunno, it just does.” He shrugs.

“Because it wasn’t good?” She offers. She hopes it wasn’t good.

“No, it was good,” He says defensively.

“That’s not what she said…” Sakura says skeptically, peaking at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Whatever,” Shikamaru grumbles. He’s scowling, “I can kiss just fine. She’s just trying to cover up that she’s the one who initiated the whole thing in the first place.”

“She did?” This surprises her and somehow it makes a difference.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Shikamaru states, picking up his pace. She strides right along undeterred.

“Well did you, like, want to kiss her?”

“I guess. Why does it matter?”

“Because!” She can’t seem to put the why into words. It’s just a queasy feeling turning her stomach. Even though it’s not the full truth, she offers the explanation, “You made out with your teammate, that’s a big deal.”

He stops short and turns to fully face her.

“It isn’t a big deal and we didn’t make out, okay.” He clarifies.

“Then what was it?”

“Just a kiss, Sakura”

“Well yeah, but was it a long, passionate kind -,”

“So troublesome,” he grumbles into the sky.

“Or just a quick -,”

She’s cut off by a warm pressure on her lips and her mind goes blank. As soon as she realizes what’s happening, it’s over.

Shikamaru pulls back a few inches, hands still cupping her face and searches her expression for her reaction. He kissed her.

“That’s all it was.” He murmurs, eyes dark and voice low. Her breath catches in her throat, the queasy feeling in her stomach grows magnitudes greater.

“Obviously I’d do things a little differently now,” He murmurs and his eyes flash, daring her to ask just how.

She should say something, but she couldn’t even if she wanted to. Her mind has snagged on the previous moment. The only additional thing she can seem to process is the warmth of his hands on her cheeks and his calming scent of pine and earth. She’s completely rooted in place by the heat in his chocolate brown eyes. It stokes something inside her. Maybe it is curiosity because she wonders what she would feel if just leans forward those few inches.

They bounce between her eyes and her lips, battling between waiting for her reaction and what she can only think to describe as desire. It only takes a few more moments for the latter to win.

He leans forward to capture her lips again, lingering longer this time. Its careful or rather experimental, testing her for a response she can’t seem to give. Again, he pulls back, studying her face. Again, from the moment his lips touched hers, her mind is just wiped blank, unable or unwilling to process it. Whatever he finds in her expression is enough.

His hand slides to the back of her neck and he kisses her again, deeper. Her eyes slide shut without conscious thought. She feels his other hand ghost down her side, stopping at her waist and pulling her closer. Her hands go to his chest to brace herself.

The pressure has him pulling back, checking over her face. He’s looking to see if she’s asked him to stop, she realizes, and a gentle warmth settles in her stomach. This time, his lips brush softly against hers, begging her to return the pressure and its so sweet, so unsure, that she reacts without thinking, relaxing into him. He pulls her closer, tension she hadn’t noticed draining from him and sighs against her mouth.

Finally, her thoughts are coming back to her, returning each slow, tender press of his lips against hers. The queasiness in her stomach settles into a gentle warmth and she relaxes into him. This is nice, she decides. It’s comfortable. Not great, not terrible.

It different than she’s ever felt before. Her heart isn’t beating out of her chest, she’s doesn’t feel butterflies in her stomach and she isn’t so caught up that needing air is secondary to feeling him against her.

Fine. Just fine.

Suddenly she thinks, shouldn’t it be better than just fine? Shouldn’t she be lit up inside, butterflies in her stomach, reluctant to separate even for air? The warmth in her freezes over.

“Stop,” She gasps, pressing against his chest. He steps back, and the distance seems to return more of her mind to her. The ball of ice in her stomach grows colder.

What was she doing? This was Shikamaru. Her closest friend, and she needed him like she needed air. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t get wrapped up in romance again and have everything between them fall apart. Because it would fall apart. That’s what love did to people or at least to her.

“That was a mistake” She finally decides. It was a mistake and they could forget about it and move on like it never happened. But Shikamaru’s face falls. He looks scared, she thinks.

“Don’t say that,” he begs, but she just shakes her head wrapping her arms around herself.

“I can’t do this,” Then looks into his eyes which are breaking in front of her.

“You don’t have feelings for me,” he tries.

But that’s not right. She felt something for him. He was so important to her and she’d be lying if she hadn’t found him attractive, but it didn’t quite feel like love. At least not how she’d loved Sasuke.

Even if it did, she didn’t want that anymore. Love only led to heartbreak and loss and she couldn’t lose him. Shikamaru was her only refuge in her storm of a life and she didn’t know how she’d stay afloat without him.

Words are pouring from her mouth, and she’s not even sure they make sense, but she can’t stop them.

“I-I don’t know how I feel. I just – I can’t lose you and if we do that, eventually we’ll screw everything up and I’ll lose you. I just can’t, Shikamaru. I can’t. I need you.”

Hope shines in his eyes. It’s a rejection, but not for the reason he feared. “You won’t lose me.”

“I will.” She insists. Now she’s the one that’s scared. She torn between needing the comfort of his embrace and wanting to keep him at arm’s length. She settles with taking a step closer and grabbing the opening of his vest. “You’re the most important person in my life. I don’t want anything to change between us.”

How can she explain it to him? How can she make him understand?

“Nothing will,” He whispers, hand coming to her face again. But she can see the gears turning in his head. He’s looking at her like a shogi piece now, something to outmaneuver, outthink to the outcome he wants. Anger flares up in her.

He strokes a thumb against her face, eyes settling again on her mouth.

“Don’t,” She snaps, turning her face from his palm. She needed to leave. They just needed some time apart and he’d realize he was just caught up in the moment or something at they’d put this behind them.

“I can’t. I just need a minute.” She says disengaging from him and striding off.

“Wait, Sakura!” he calls, but she doesn’t. He swears under his breath.

She needed to put some distance between them, she needed to time to think, but she if she left alone, he’d just follow her. Ino and Sai approach then, Ino clinging to Sai’s arm. She doesn’t want to talk with Ino, doesn’t want her judgy questions, so she strides up to her next best option.

“Sai, we’re getting ice cream,” She says, dragging him toward the stand across the part.

“Sounds enjoyable,” He says with a smile, not at all minding the interruption.

Ino on the other hand lets out an annoyed, “Hey!” but doesn’t fight her past that. Sakura and Sai are out of earshot before she has a chance.

Ino crosses her arms, icily looking Shikamaru up and down.

“You are really screwing this up, aren’t you?” Ino says with a smirk.

Shikamaru scoffs going red and snaps, “Like you’re doing any better.”

To which Ino lets out an indignant “Hmph!”

Sakura stops in front of the ice cream cart and gets them both a chocolate cone. Eating her feelings sounded wonderful right now.

“Shall we make some small talk now?” Sai asks with a smile. She groans.

“You don’t ask to make small talk, Sai. You just do it.” She explains, taking a lick of her chocolate ice cream. Its cold and sweet, but in a different way than Shikamaru had tasted.

Shit. Stop. That wasn’t allowed.

“Okay, so what are you doing after this?” He asks and it sounds like a pick-up line he probably read from a book on interacting with females. She rolls her eyes. Still, she’s thankful for the distraction and reminds herself this is still better than Ino.

“I’ll probably go back to the archives tonight and finish reading a few documents” She answers, talking another taste of her ice cream. Sai steps in front of her and she stops short.

“Did you not find the message I hid for you?” He says looking worried.

“What message?” She asks, confused.

“The one on the picture I gave you.” He says with a frown. Right, the picture of his brother. Is he talking about the numbers and symbol he signed in the corner? “You should go straight home tonight, Sakura.”

“Why would I do that?” she asks, growing annoyed that he won’t just get to the point.

“I cannot divulge that information.” He says robotically. She freezes.

“What did you just say?” she asks him to repeat.

“I cannot divulge that information.” He repeats and his eyes look urgent. It’s the phrase he uses when he’s close to triggering his seal. The message was about Danzo.

“Sai, what’s the message? What do you mean?” She grabs in shirt and pulls him to her, but he can’t answer.

“I cannot divulge -,”

“I get it!” She snaps at him. She has to ask it differently and her mind is racing a mile a minute over the possibilities.

“You said I shouldn’t go to the archives, right?” She tries, going back over his words.

“Yes, you should just stay home tonight.” He repeats.

“So, the message has something to do with the archives?”

“I cannot divulge -,” he begins.

“So, I’m right? You can’t tell me because I’m right.” She deduces quickly. “The message is about the archives. Is it a clue? Can I find it in the archives?”

“I cannot divulge that information.” He says, but this time seems to fight against it. “Don’t go there, Hag. You shouldn’t -,”

“Stop calling me Hag!” She bites out, unable to sensor herself, “I don’t care what I should or shouldn’t do. I’m going.” She releases his shirt and starts down the road.

“Wait!” He grabs her arm, “Listen, you shouldn’t -,”

“Was it important? Your message?” She interrupts.

“Yes,” he says, “but -,”

“Then I’m going to find it!” She says pulling her arm from his grasp and shoving her ice cream cone into it instead. She’s determined and sprints down the path. Sai had finally given her a clue about Danzo, and she’s not going to let this piece of information slip away.

“It’s not safe!” he calls, but she’s already disappeared into the night.

Reading this, I feel like this was better...hahaha oh well.

#ask #thanks for the ask!#dwl #done with love

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 11 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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written 2007

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Chapter 3a: Kurti

Captain Barad Maks brooded on his sybaritically appointed bunk. At last, I’m finally going to get completely even, maybe ahead of the Longin. It’s not so much that they’ve avoided my nets or even that they’ve tangled me in every net that I’ve cast their way — — — Skill I can admire. It was almost getting me fed to the Strong Skins at my first Gathering as Captain. Mord had nothing to gain by exposing my game. He near got me killed and for what? Nothing! He was already a captain and there were no other good candidates. I chose my time carefully in that regard.

He rolled out of bed and began to dress. His new cabin-girl, Kurti, quickly came out of the bed and helped him with his sleeves and the tying of his sash and neck-cloth. She offered no word, out of fear. I wonder what really happened to Chena? Nobody seems to know. One evening she was here and the next day the Captain chose me to replace her. They say it was food poisoning but she was the only one. Whatever happened to her, I don’t want it to happen to me! She looked at the Captain critically and took a chance on speech, saying, “I think perhaps this hat, with the Wide Wing plume. It will make a dashing appearance.”

Smiling tolerantly at the girl’s obvious fear, he replied, “By the Dragons, Ch … Kurti, isn’t it? I’m only going about the ship for an inspection. I need to see Master Selked on a small matter. That’s all.”

Kurti smiled tentatively in return and said, “True, Sir. Ch … your previous cabin-girl did not dress you well. I think that you will gain even more respect if you always dress well.” She paused and considered for a moment before adding, “Unless the part that you are acting needs something else.”

Barad actually found it in him to beam, genuinely pleased, his vanity stroked. He patted her cheek gently and said, “Very well, Kurti, I will let you decide my dress for most occasions, even the most trivial. If it goes well for morale you will have my appreciation, which is no small thing.

“If it does nothing, it will be remembered to your credit as an honest try to help. In spite of what you may have heard, I do remember those on my side.”

Kurti was afraid to ask what had happened to Chena. The answer would have surprised her. Captain Barad would have told her with complete candor what happened. He was no fool to blab secrets where they could escape and he knew that she could not get away. What few people, even those closest to him, understood was that he was not ashamed of or bothered by anything that he had ever done. Nor did they understand how swiftly he could change course completely if he believed himself to be wrong.

As he walked the familiar grimy corridors of the Grandalor, going to the boat-shop, he felt a buoyant spring to his step. He felt as good as he looked. He had not paid much attention to casual dress before, and found that it did have an immediate effect on his own morale. His own mood of self confidence communicated itself to those who saw him. Crew-folk who saw him coming sprang alertly out of his path instead of clearing the way sullenly.

The Captain knocked at the entrance of the shop and waited for Selked’s call of “Enter!” before he did.

Captain Barad looked approvingly about the meticulously tidy shop. There were many kits of tools for every purpose on the sea, each bearing the marks of the Grandalor and Selked, piled neatly on every surface. From the overhead beams around the roof-skylight-hatch hung net bags filled with scrapers, bow-drills, and many other tools to be sold singly.

Selked, Master Boat-wright and tool maker, sat before his bench working on sets of sail stitching tools. Each set was in a fitted box of glued Strong Skin lined with the Gula’s finest velvet. Captain Barad admired Selked’s work and had never interfered with it. Selked’s tools of all types were famous throughout the fleet for their uncompromisingly high quality.

The awl shafts that Selked was presently mounting to handles were all of the hardest, densest Wing Ray bone. The light yellow striations alternating with a delicate brown running the length of each shaft told its origin and value better than any amount of sales talk could. Noticing that there were three shafts more than there were handles, Captain Barad reached out to pick one up to examine more closely.

Selked’s laconic, “Shouldn’t touch that’un, if I were you,” brought him to a quick stop, fingers only inches away from the pointed shaft.

“I wanted to see it more closely. There seems to be a defect in the bone pattern,” said the Captain mildly.

“There is. That’s why I’m mounting this one instead,” said Selked. He pushed home the spike of the awl he was assembling, using a pair of special pliers to handle it, as he seated it into soft glue in the handle’s hole. He carefully wiped the excess glue with a shaped tool to get a smooth fairing between handle and shaft.

He took his marking tool of Hag beak, wiped on the mordant bone marking ink and placed his mark onto it, slightly off kilter, and just a touch blurred.

Setting the tool into the last place in a kit box, he closed it and handed it to the Captain.

“This is the kit you want for your little scheme. Sorry that it took as long as it did to make but, as you noticed, I had some trouble getting the Ord spines to take the dye properly.”

Casually, he added, “All the rest of the kit but the awl spike is Merk’s last bungled piece of work. He tried to take one shortcut too many the other night. Didn’t use the handling pliers on the very spine that you were reaching for when he poked it into Chena’s snack. I found him when I opened the shop next morning. Passed it off as blood poisoning from an infected cut.”

“Thanks for the timely warning. This kit should be just what is needed and ready in plenty of time.” Barad considered for a second and added admiringly, “Those spines must have been difficult to work with.”

“They were, Captain. — — May I ask what the occasion is?”

“This?” Barad gestured at his clothing and smiled, “It’s my new cabin-girl’s idea. Kurti thinks that if I dress the part of Captain better, I will have more respect from the crew. Speaking of which, choose who you will for your next apprentice. I’ll see that you get your choice.”

Selked replied seriously, “My thanks, Captain. You know, Kurti could be right about that. You project more of an air of authority along with your power. If she lives up to her other duties as well, she could be well worth keeping. Pretty too. You do have an eye for them, Sir.”

Lightly Barad returned, “I pride myself on it. By the way, I am planning a game of Three Dragons in my cabin tonight. Would you care to join?”

“My pleasure, Captain. Tonight then!”

Captain Barad continued his tour of the ship. It appeared that Kurti was right. Obedience to his orders and suggestions was prompter and less sullen. The lack of respect, even as the crew followed orders, that had plagued his captaincy appeared to be dissolving. And for such a small thing!

He found First Officer Timms on the quarter deck seeing to the butchering a freshly caught four-ton Strong Skin. All of the men were wearing full foul weather waterproofs and gloves. A crew, similarly dressed waited by with mops and buckets to clean up. Mister Timms was applying spots of red weed paste to the fish and its skin. Far too much of the paste was turning the sickly dangerous green that signaled Ord contamination.

“Mister Timms! How goes the effort to find a use for the Ord in fishing?”

He looked up from his work and answered, “This one is the best so far. Out of ten fish, we have gotten less than fifteen tons of meat and lost over half of the hides to contamination.

“The toxin spreads so fast! I have tried infusions in bait, Ord spine in the harpoon points and this… We harpooned it in the usual way and pricked it with a spine on a pole to kill it. You can see for yourself. We got the most hide, this time.” He cast a glance at the lean form of the dead predator. “Just over three-fourths.”

Barad actually looked pleased. The wind played in the plume of his hat. “Give over the effort, Mister Timms. You have tried all that could be reasonably be done. I will want all of your notes to append to the log entry.”

“Very good, Sir. Working around this stuff was making me nervous, to tell you the truth.” He cleaned his gloves and sleeves meticulously in a bucket before he took them off. He added a few notes to a small sheaf and handed them to the Captain.

Barad nodded his head solemnly. “It was too good an idea not to try. It’s a pity that it didn’t work better.” He walked to a companionway and went down into the ship.

The Purser’s scriptorium was his last stop. The newly pirated Ephemerides were coming along nicely and some copies were already bound.

“Excellent work, Morgu. If we can get twenty copies of each volume, I know just who will buy them and how to promote them.”

Morgu looked up from his high desk in the corner of the room and gave a rare, thin mouthed smile at the praise. “We should have them done by the Gathering, though it will be a near thing.”

“Excellent! I need a small favor. On these notes here, can you add a brief remark about the loss of one spine, apparently dropped overboard? You should have seen it happen to give credibility to the loss. The note should be in Mister Timms’ hand.”

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irageneveart · 5 years

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Female killers from DBD with a self harming fem S/O? I’m not doing too well lately and would like my fav characters to cheer me up ^^’ sorry if this is annoying, you can just ignore it if you want

awww hi dear, I’m sorry you are feeling like this. if you need a place to rant or just someone to talk to I’m here! 🧡 hopefully these will cheer you up a little! I wrote for every female killer in DBD and it got long, I hope you don’t mind and you’ll enjoy!

Female Killers x fem S/O

Warnings: self harm

The Huntress / Anna

Anna has never been jollier than the day you moved in with her. A sweet lovely girl like you was all she ever wanted.

One day, coming from a hunt with meat for dinner, she saw you cleaning the windows around the house. That day was warmer than usual in the Red Forest, so you had a short T-shirt. You didn’t realize when it got pulled up from moving around

oh how she loved seeing you taking care of the house, of her. but…what are those marks on your belly?

she put down the rabbits she hunt, coming right at you and swiping you off your feet, bridal style. needless to say she scared you shitless for a moment, but then you smiled

“Oh God, Anna, you scared me! Welcome back!” you nudged into her and she did the same, going to a chair and placing you in her lap. Her hand went down to your stomach, her real concern. Your smile faded

“Anna, wait, please- ” you tried to stop her but with no avail, words won’t come out, and Anna didn’t stop

“Who hurt малышка?” she asked concerned. You shook your head

“No one, Anna, my love, I-” you stopped. You could see her eyes on you, you couldn’t lie to her. You inhaled deeply, and answered despite shaking “Myself. I did…I did this myself.”

silence. There was silence for a while, her calloused hands were caressing your skin, seemingly in deep thoughts, while you didn’t know what to say. She finally spoke

“You not happy?”

“No no no, my dear Anna” you cupped her face, your eyes glossy. “I am, I’m so happy to be here, to be with you, I really am.” You nervously smiled. “Just, sometimes… sometimes I feel too much. I feel I don’t deserve all of this, all your love and care. I’m afraid. When I do it just makes me focus on one thing and…I don’t know.” you exhaled, tired. Anna touched your cheek, making you look at her.

“Love is for you. What you do and are, I love. And I want help. нет.” she furrowed her eyebrows for a moment, her eyes never leaving yours. “I want to help.”

your smile crossed from ear to ear, your sweet Russian girlfriend smiling back at its sight

“Thank you, Anna. Thank you so much. YA lyublyu… teb-tebya?” you tried, and when Anna chuckled, you felt your chest filling with butterflies.

“And I love you. More.” She rested her forehead against yours, and you knew right there things are going to be fine.

The Nurse / Sally Smithson

Sally wasn’t one to talk to other killers too much, or any person for that matter, but your presence was bringing her peace

she liked to hear you talking, to hear your stories or the places you have seen in your human life. One day, as you two were walking around The Chapel, you saw a flower in one corner. It was bright yellow, being in contrast with the dark colors of the walls surrounding the area

“Wait here!” you said excited and let go of your girlfriend’s hand. Unfortunately, not paying attention to your surroundings, you stumbled over a piece of iron left from the destroyed construction. It cut through your thin pants and skin, right on your calf

The Nurse was by your side in a blink, her cold delicate hands being around your calf before you could comprehend what has just happened

“S-Sally, wait, it’s not that…grave…” your voice trailed off when you laid your eyes on her. She was frozen with her hands on your calf, her fingers over your wound but also tracing more or less old thin cuts you kept hidden from the outside world. Her chest was wavering like crazy. You never saw her breathing so fast, you didn’t need to see her face or hear her voice to know how many emotions were dwelling in her chest. And then even that stopped

the next second her arms were around you, on her knees, holding you in a hug so tight you let out a short breath

she smelt of old, of iron, of medicinal alcohol and of cold. But your arms wrapped themselves around her frail body, receiving the hug you didn’t know you needed so much

the two of you stood there for who knows how long before you pulled away, you smiled at her and thanked her, and, with a finger, she pointed like a nagging nurse she is, not to move until she comes back

you inhaled deeply and exhaled, smiling, Sally coming back with bandages and water within a second. you loved her, you knew you’re loved back, and that’s all that matters

The Hag / Lisa Sherwood

You had a long day of Trials and you didn’t want anything more than to see Lisa

Usually you were paying more attention while walking through the thick swamp, but you were too tired to care right now. That was until you got stuck in a branch, your favorite jacket ripped. Great!

You took it off and tried to free it without damaging the cloth more, when you heard noise in the nearby bushes

You knew who it was, and you were so glad to see Lisa that you forgot about your exposed arms, tiny, crowded lines poking underneath your short sleeved shirt

Lisa came to you, making a questioning sound. You expressed how happy you were to see her, and that your jacket was stuck. She used her overgrown hand to cut the branch, setting your jacket free. Such a hero

Hours passed by as you two talked and you recharged your batteries just being free in nature and spending time with your favorite woman. Lisa wasn’t too talkative nor the most attractive person, but she knew how to listen, she took care of you, taught you how to stitch and what herbs are used for healing and which are poisonous. She listened to you talking about your knowledge about flowers that you got from Claudette, she hissed when you told her Meg left you behind one time, and cheered for you when she heard that you escaped from The Trapper through the hatch

Time was to leave and you hugged your short girlfriend, but, before you left through the thick fog, she stopped you by pulling on your sleeve. You turned around, confused, she has never done that before

Lisa rose to her height and booped her head against your arm. You came to understand that she doesn’t have lips, that being the gesture she used for kissing, and right now she was kissing the exact spot you spent your nights staring at

Your eyes filled with tears, and she looked at you and touched your face with her good hand, shaking her head. No words needed, you nodded and tried to smile

She waved her big grin and made you chuckle, and you thanked her. Before you left, you turned around once again, surprised to see Lisa sending you a kiss through the air, something she did for the first time. You left The Swamp smiling your heart out

The Pig / Amanda Young

You had a bad episode when everything was too much, your fellow survivors too loud and too pushy. You just needed to let it all out, but you didn’t want to get into your old habits

You decided to pay a visit to your…friend, girlfriend. You never know with Amanda, the way she talks it’s cold and totally different than the way she looks at you, touches you, kisses you…

You really needed to get out of here

The Game was quiet and you assumed Amanda was in a trial, so you decided to wander around, to let your mind free. It was so unusual to see the rooms you knew so well from hiding, from running. But you never had the time to admire the details on the walls, every scratch that might know too much, to observe every trap laying around. You knew Amanda did nothing else than working on these things in her free time. Sometimes you were a bit jealous, as if she loved this blood thirsty technology more than you

Time passed and you got bored, tired, still angry and sad, still restless, and Amanda was nowhere to be found

You came by a room with red light and a lot of tools laying around. You stared for a while at the table under the bloody light, gritting your teeth. You didn’t want to pick the screwdriver. You didn’t want to sit down on the cold floor, your back rested on the table. You only wanted to see your pain, to attach a reason to everything that was making your chest so tight

“What the fuck are you doing”

You snapped back to reality, your sleeve rolled up and a screwdriver in your hand. Your breathing increased as you saw no one else but Amanda in front of you, her fists clenched. You opened your mouth to speak, but she grabbed the screwdriver from your hand and left

You felt your nose hurting, tears threatening your eyes. You thought you have failed her and you’re nothing but a burden

When you heard her footsteps, you quickly tried to explain yourself, but you were instead met with cold water

You spat the water and looked surprised at Amanda, who threw the bucket away and then her morbid mask. You never saw her without her mask, unless it was dark and the two of you had no clothes on

“Scream” she said, her eyes holding so much emotion. You were beyond lost

“What do-”

“Scream!” she interrupted coming in front of you and kneeling over your legs. You opened your mouth and let out a confused ‘aaa’

“Louder!” she pushed and you screamed, louder she asked again and you began to scream how loud you could, again and again, letting out all you were holding in your chest. You only stopped when your voice got hoarse, your breathing heavy and your eyes big. But most importantly, your chest light

“Don’t ever think of doing that shit again.” she said, taking hold of your wrists. “Just scream and leave everything that makes you angry.” She stopped for a second, not the best when it came to encouragements, but she wanted the best for you nonetheless. You were at a loss of words, not knowing if you wanted to cry or to hold her. Then you heard her saying

“You’re the best thing that happened to me since forever, I won’t fucking lose you, you hear me?!”

Her cheeks flushed up and her eyebrows furrowed, in such a funny expression that made you start chuckling. Oh, how you loved her and how thankful you were to have her

The Spirit / Rin Yamaoka

Yamaoka Estate was a breath of fresh air when not disturbed by generators and people being chased and running around. In her free time, Rin enjoyed renovating the old house with you, finding new memories, sharing laughter and sweet touches

You found pictures but most of them were too worn out to make out faces, but that didn’t stop you from joking “You seem taller now”

One day, as you were painting over a wall, you came across a mirror. You forgot how you looked like since you came into the Entity realm, and you found it a blessing. You were never like the other girls, your body wasn’t anything like your old friends’. Here, it didn’t matter, but here you are in front of a mirror looking at every unwanted curve. You slowly raised your sleeve, remembering every word inscribed on your skin, every night you didn’t sleep, because it felt too hard to

You held the brush so hard you knew it will soon break, while trying your best to hold back tears. You looked up in the mirror hating on your expression, on the tears filling your eyes, on everything. But out of nowhere Rin was behind you, holding your wrist

You seemed out of words, too ashamed to hide, too sad to even cry. You watched in the mirror as Rin changed her expression from concerned to questioning to sad. Her cool aura was covering you and her cold hand against your hot skin felt nice, calming your beating heart a bit

“It’s nothing…I’m…” you avoided looking at yourself in the mirror, but Rin, who was still behind you, raised your chin. She took the brush from your other hand and drew a heart on top of your head on the mirror. It made you smile. She continued, drawing all over your body as you looked at yourself in the dirty glass. She drew flower tattoos over your arms and scars, gave you a crown and jewelry, covered you in hearts, and wrote her name over your heart

The more you watched her drawing, the more you smiled, more and more until your cheeks were hurting

“God, thank you, Rin.” you turned your head to press a soft kiss on her cool cheek. She made a humming sound, pouting her lips before stealing a kiss on your lips and disappearing

You started laughing and called out loud for your ghostly girlfriend, and then you went in search for her, with a heart full of flowers

The Legion / Susie

Susie really wanted to present you to the Legion, you were her girlfriend and they were her family. For her it was normal. She wasn’t even wearing her mask, all for this special moment

“Are you sure? It..feels a bit weird, what if they won’t like me?” you asked nervously, being dragged after her.

“Nooo, don’t think that. They will love you! And even if they don’t, who cares, I love you” she looked over the shoulder to wave you a cheeky grin. You sighed and shook your head with a smile, she’s so stubborn

As you two walked around the Ormont, there was a bit of ice and Susie got all excited. “Do you know how to skate? Come, come, come!”

You didn’t even get to answer that you don’t know how, she pulled you on the ice never letting go of your hand. Your legs were like jelly beans while you were sliding around with her help, but Susie was laughing so much it just made you happy. You got some courage and tried to make a step, your worst decision since telling Ace you can beat him at card games

You fell, dragging Susie down with you, both of you sliding for a bit more before stopping, still laughing

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Su, I think it isn’t for- what?” you stopped when you saw Susie looking at you with a concern you have never seen on her face before. You followed her gaze to find your clothes all messed up, revealing your shoulder, old patterns of messy lines going from the shoulder towards the collarbone. You quickly covered it, your breathing rate increasing

“Susie, it’s fine, it’s nothing, I’m- I’m alright”

Oh god, Susie was crying, thick tears falling down her cheeks. You felt terrible and so guilty

“Susie, please-” you couldn’t continue as she threw herself over you, her arms tightly wrapped around your neck.

“Talk to me! When you feel like that, let’s talk, let’s find a tree to punch or let’s - let’s do something, I’ve never thought I’d find someone like you, and I’m sure my friends like you too! I’m so sad you can’t see yourself through my eyes. You’re beautiful and smart and cool and crazy and you like my clothes and my hair and I love the way you smile and how you talk and you give me courage to be myself and–”

She kept on rambling on everything she loves about you while you were slowly melting in her embrace, hiding your face in the crook of her neck. After a little while she calmed down and let go of you. Her eyes were red and puffy

You sighed tenderly. There were emotions you couldn’t express in words, instead, you pulled her into a kiss. Susie happily returned it. After the two of you broke away, she showed you her wide smile

“You can even join the Legion!”

Wait what

“I’ll find you a mask and the rest will accept you in, too!”

Susie no

The Legion / Julie

You were in the house in Osmond, the Legion scattered in different Trials. They all found you cool when Julie decided to invite you for a party when they found some old marshmallows

So you were just waiting around for them to come back. You found them much more entertaining than the survivors, especially Julie. You still couldn’t believe the killer that sometimes has to hunt you down is calling you her girlfriend so proudly

You found an old plate, so you thought why not heat some food for when your people will come back. They have a fridge and a microwave around that are, surprisingly, still working

But when you turned around, in front of the door was The Legion covered in blood with the chest raising in a deadly rhythm

“Holy shit!” you screamed and dropped the plate, breaking it into pieces. You heard the person chuckling and you knew it was Julie.

“Goddammit, Julie, you scared me.” you said and knelt to get the broken plate pieces, but you cut yourself.

“Sorry, babe, not my fault you’re wandering around. Lemme see that” she took your hands and, before you could say anything, she rolled up your sleeve to make sure the blood won’t touch it. Your entire face turned red and you felt your eyes wet when Julie was blatantly staring at the scars on your wrist. You dropped your eyes to the floor

“Hey, look at me.” she said and raised her mask. You looked at her through furrowed eyebrows, hiding your wrist away. Being surprised was an understatement when she showed you her wrists which were heavily scarred with old wounds

She didn’t say anything for a few moments, then, when you raised your eyes to lock them on hers, she turned a bit bashful, looking away

“We might have different reasons, but it doesn’t matter, alright? It matters that we’re stronger than that, and if I could stop doing it, so can you. You’re mine and no one can harm you, not even yourself. Got it? You’re not alone.”

You were surprised to see her so open, but you smiled and nodded, and then she looked straight at you. There were words she wanted to say, and you knew them, but her pale cheeks lit up and she just kissed your forehead, pulling back her mask over her face.

“Now go away before you cut your pretty fingers in this again. Or should I kiss the boo boo to go away?” she teased while throwing the broken pieces out the door.

“Fuck you, Julie” you laughed to which she responded “Love you too”, and you knew she really meant it

The Plague / Idiris

Visiting the priestess between the Trials was your favorite activity lately. She was a beautiful tall woman, so smart and caring. You still missed all the details of why she’s the way she is, or why she kills, and not understanding her ancient tongue didn’t help you too much

The thing you noticed first was that she never touched you with her infested hand, only with her good one, her claw like jewelry softly resting on your shoulder or sometimes brushing away your hair. And you loved it

You climbed down the stairs, happily thinking what English words you will teach her today. It was something about her so incredibly fascinating that you couldn’t put your finger on, but she also was a very sweet company and you were happy to help

You knocked twice and the stone door opened, revealing the inside of an exquisite room with old satin and gold that still shone

Idiris was there, standing in front of a tiny table. “Welcame” she greeted you and you smiled seeing her using the words you taught her.

“Welcome. It’s nice to see you” you made a short bow which made her smile. She signed for you to come to her, and there was a sweet smile on her half rotten face. She was hiding something. You walked to her and waited, so curious to see what she was hiding but respectful enough to wait. She turned to you, talking in her own tongue, such an old language that didn’t sound like anything you heard in your old world. When she finished, she smiled as she presented you a beautiful dress that looked like it was made of gold. It was like nothing you have seen before, it looked like the liquid gold was made into a dress just for you. Your mouth was open and you looked at her with so much enthusiasm that it simply made her proud

There was only one problem, the dress was sleeveless. It was obvious she wanted you to wear it and you couldn’t possibly refuse. You smiled, took the dress and went in the other room. The dress felt divine against your skin and you felt like a goddess yourself, but your marked wrists and arms made sure to remind you of your human nature. You kept your jacket on and went to Idiris

“Tada~” you shyly got out of the room. When she saw you, she smiled, but then she furrowed her half pretty face. She shook her head and came to you with the intention of taking off your jacket, and you were too ashamed to refuse. You smiled nervously while being undressed, keeping your arms behind your back afterwards, but she still wasn’t happy. She held out a hand, to take yours. You stared at her frightened, you never showed your scars to anyone before, but you were too afraid to refuse Idiris. Her cold ice eyes were piercing through you as you kept making her wait

You finally gave her your hand. She was quick to observe the crowded scars all over your wrists, some going up to your arm. Your cheeks blushed and you felt terribly uncomfortable as she inspected them, softly touching them with the back of her fingers. You noticed the way her gaze softened, and what she did next shocked you: the high priestess guided your hand to her mouth, pressing a soft kiss to your scarred wrist

You watched her leave for a moment, as you were left in a state of shock, not able to move. What has just happened

When she came back, she was holding some candles that smelt of vanilla and something that looked like tea. She put a cloth into the liquid and then asked for your hands once again. You didn’t say anything while she was taking care of your arms, humming something close to a prayer. In fact, everything was so unreal, you didn’t even believe it was actually happening

“Good.” you heard her strong voice say. She was pointing her finger at your forehead. Then, she slowly moved the finger to your wrists. “Bad.” not only that she learned the words so fast, she even understood the meaning only from your weird signing

You never smiled more than you did now, and she returned it just as warmly.

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martiniblves · 5 years

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mijoo and her iconic entrances DFKLSJGDF

yes, i really am recycling the intro some of you probably Just caught when you followed me DGSFLJLGSD

hey y’all, i’m kat, english student and an old hag :/ also slowly coming down from an anxiety moment, hence only deleting old shit now and potentially going rogue from my blog for the night after posting this ( aka, best if y'all send me your d*scord users bc it's much easier for me there ) sfdgjgfd i’m super excited for this group and can’t wait to read all about your muses ! and hoping you feel the same, i’ll get right to introducing avalon bay’s resident messy brat, dahlia !

[ lee mijoo ] dahlia kim, twenty-four, cis female, she/her, radio dj — a world-class traveler in the making, self-proclaimed “ reformed ” groupie, has been a tennant at avalon bay for two years, her cherry blaster obsession is the sweetest thing about her, she slept with an ex-best friend’s roommate and crush as revenge. [ kat, 22, nt, she/her ]

she often goes between dahlia and dia, first and foremost sdfglkj

came from a super small town in upstate new york where there wasn’t much to do or much to see, so growing up she had an adventurous streak that would run rampant when she was able to go off by herself, able to drive, and finally able to leave it behind

her family life was rather average, her parents scraped by financially but her and her two younger siblings never really went without — aside from a toy or two at christmas or a brand new car for their sixteenth birthdays sfgkljgdf

gets on fine with them, but her and her little/middle sister have had an on-and-off contentious relationship that, at the moment, is very much ON SDFGFG

small town life was.. okay overall, she was social Enough and polite but never really maintained any close relationships with her childhood pals once high school came and went, mostly bc the town was full of gossips so everyone thought poorly of each other and passed it onto their kids LSKFDGJGDFL

and yes, i’m kinda basing this off of the antics of adults from my hometown, what about it ??

she spent most of her formative years with her head in the clouds and music always around her or on her mind

so you bet she wound up taking guitar and piano lessons when she was a kid and well into her teens, and dare i say she was pretty good at it fsdglkjgdf

having that skill gave her the boost of confidence she needed from middle school onward, having been a tad reserved before then

idk what else to add bc i honestly can’t think of anything else about her past Before moving away. dull as hell probably, more than it’s already been said LKGSDF

upon moving to the city, she attended nyu just to keep her parents from completely losing their minds over her not.. wanting to go on a sure path, majoring in communications and spending much of her time as a dj for the campus radio station’s late night shows

soon began searching for dj gigs at major radio stations once she’d graduated and landed a spot as an intern to meet with artists the station wished to interview, etc, and even had an opportunity or two to interview them herself

through that job, she became more exposed to the groupie lifestyle and — having always been somewhat intrigued — soon became one ( of sorts )

sorry if you’re a fan of h*lsey bc this might come across as a dig, but this is where she becomes the chill version of groupie!h*lsey that h*lsey wishes she had been DFLSKJDGSFL

she liked the attention from drummers, singers and rappers alike — plus having sex with talented, rich people whenever they were in town didn’t hurt one bit — and she kept it all separate from her job, although it did help the station land more interviews, tickets for contests, etc

wasn’t big on hard drugs, but she never shied away from a bong being handed to her or a couple of xanax tablets, just so we’re clear here sdflkgjfdgk

however, the no-strings set-up quickly shifted for dahlia upon meeting a rising indie band’s lead singer

he was smooth as hell, which she already knew alongside his tendency to get bored easily with fangirls-turned-groupies like the rest of the musicians she’d met, so when she played along with his game, it didn’t take long for him to maintain an interest in her and for them to forge something of a friendship

she’d never admit it to anyone, but he was her first love as the initial sexual attraction very quickly became romantic after long conversations about music and aspirations, mundane happenings in their lives separate from their encounters and who should’ve won immunity on the recent ep of masterchef; dia knew he wouldn’t settle down now and she knew that while she was his number one at that point, she wasn’t the only one he had. a couple of months passed where it seemed like he was going only to her, that his interest rarely waned to the other girls that would swarm him, which led her to believe he was at least somewhat into her and to her confessing when they were both drunk one night — only to be shut down but not shut out

dejected and heartbroken, she still couldn’t quite distance herself from him like she knew she should and the front she put up — that she exaggerated her feelings and would get over it — made him none the wiser

however, he couldn’t get over the thought of his fwb still being in love with him and cut ties with her abruptly before his nth departure from nyc

it took her right out of her bubble, left a horrible taste in her mouth to even go back to being a groupie for others over how poorly it all went with him, so she abandoned the sexual aspect and potential intimacy of it — but not before taking herself completely out of that lifestyle for a few months to get over him

which.. lbr, she’s only 90% of the way there to this day sfdlkkdfsgl

upon going back, she showed up to shows and parties solely as a friend of the performer.... before that got old Quick and she realized how soul-sucking it was for her sexually frustrated And repressed ass KFSLJGS

though ask her pals and they’d think she’d given it up altogether, hence her supposedly being reformed

.. at least she isn’t indulging in drugs like she occasionally used to, so that counts for something lksdfjlgdf

as for her time in radio, she got promoted to a morning slot as a dj with a couple of co-hosts last year, though once an afternoon slot opened, she high-tailed it out of there

anything to get back to her chill, late night roots and this was the first step

lastly, she moved to avalon bay 2 years ago, after uni was done and she had to move out of the dorms. in that time, she’d become best friends with another girl and had a massive falling out bc the other was. well. changing for the worst sgfjgfd

she became selfish, judgmental, advantageous and disloyal, and soon dia had enough of her hypocritical and generally nasty antics ( and not without a brutal argument that left both of their egos bruised )

dahlia isn’t always one for petty revenge, but when the ex-bff’s roommate and crush — who dia had a slight interest in as well — bumped into her in the hallway of their dorm one night, she took her chance to knock the other down a peg by initiating a flirtatious conversation that quickly turned sexual

with her ex-bff being on the other side of the wall of said roommate’s room

safe to say that their ( final ) conversation in the morning was a fucking disaster SDFLGKJGFDK

it’s not something she’s entirely ashamed about, but dia doesn’t feel the need to disclose what happened

PERSONALITY AND OTHER SHIT

she loves her friends, would die for them, would kill for them. let’s get that straight first and foremost !

does that mean she’s the nicest or even the most tolerable person ?? fuck no SFGLJGKDF

i described her to one of my pals as a “ chaotic free-spirit with a mean streak when she doesn’t get her way, ” which. could also describe a couple of my bitchier muses tbh FLDKGJDS

but she’s stubborn, irritable and has a sense of high self-worth and self-preservation

she obviously has an attitude that can and will come out if you hurt her or someone she cares about/someone she thinks doesn’t deserve it

or if you think you’re a god or something

and it can get ugly.. as explained above dfskgdgkf

however, we love confident women on this blog and here you have one !

she’s chill for the most part, so you ( probably ) won’t have anything to worry about if you stay on her good side gfsdkljgfd

passionate af about radio and music as a career, wants to have a gig like zane lowe’s beats hosting job or even annie mac’s one day

although she also wishes to put out music of her own at least Once before she dies dfgsljdfgk

bit of a wild child, likes to party and just do her own thing — partially bc she’s scared of getting older and having to give that all up/being forced to act her age

doesn’t mean she doesn’t like her quiet nights in though !

closet romantic, just wants to be swept off of her feet..... but no one needs to know that, at least she doesn’t think so FSDJKGFD

won't let you see it anyways, at least unless she's Interested and knows you're not someone who's only useful for her in the short-term

also quietly doting, will never be the mom friend bc it’s too much responsibility and patience, but will always be a good shoulder to cry on who tells you your feelings are valid before she tells you to toughen the fuck up and amend a situation yourself, might even tell you how

some exceptions may apply FDLSJGSFLK

a bit vulgar at times, just warning you now fgldskf

wants to see the world and has travelled a little as it is bc of her connections. loves it

JFKDGS

has a pet succulent bc she Knows she can't look after the big fluffy dog of her dreams rn

named him bobby after one of the characters from the love island game DFLKGSJF

i honestly dk what else to add rn, plus i’m eager af to post this so we’ll end it here ! cute extras can always be posted later !

#╳┊: — yee yee ! •「 ooc ! 」#avalon.intro #we love copying and pasting on this blog SDGFJLSKD

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lysitheaioandeuropa · 7 years

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All the autumnal asks

ayyy

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?'best friends' are so arbitrary. but michelle and i had the same training class at work and she thought i was intimidating lmao i thought she was odd but then realized she was actually cool. we're kind of inseparable now. i want to say my partner is my best friend as well, aside from being my gf we rly do have a close bond and i like talking to her and sharing things with her. of course both of those relationships are different dynamics, but i tell her everything, even shit that i know she's not interested in but she'll enjoy listening bc i am lmao and vice versa, and i wouldn't want it any other way

frost - if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say?oh MAN. i always say i wish i could go back and just do high school and on all over again knowing what i know now. i would cry a lot my freshman year bc i didn't have any friends and like, i wish i would have known to seek out help? and i wish i had known how outright abusive my first boyfriend was and how not good for me the other couple were. that "attention" doesn't always equate to good, and being violated multiple times against my wishes was something i should have found an adult i trusted and talked about with. i wish i could tell myself to work so much harder for what i want. i wish i knew i was gay sooner lmfao, like i KNEW but kids today are more exposed to that now, it's so easy to find a label or lack thereof for yourself with information at the tip of your hands you know (also kinda wish i didn't grow up in a church at all). i didn't figure out a label until.. far too late in life i think. i wish i knew to not feel guilty about it, to talk about it to other people, to not have to struggle with having crushes on just about all my friends and just being so confused about it lmao. anyway, i just want to make better choices for myself and a better person.

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?i rly rly wanted to learn to play the harp.

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?i'm not sure, none of the fictional characters i read about or anything are relatable to me. i do admire so many of them though

fireside - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?who knows bro lmfao i have no idea what my aesthetic is lmao. it would be absolutely flawless though and would have a bit evertything. punk, goth, “professional,” whatever. right now i just think i am stuck in “ugly old lady hag” and i don’t know what to do about it. i absolutely hate my entire fucking wardrobe rn

cider - a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy?i know there are quite a few things actually, but currently the only thing that comes to mind is salad dressing lol. i used to have all my salads naked but now i like italian and caesar but just those two

amber - share an unpopular opinion that you may have.SUMMER IS NOT THE VILLAIN IN 500 DAYS EVERY MAN THAT THINKS SHE IS MISSED THE ENTIRE POINT OF THE MOVIE. TOM IS PROBLEMATIC ACCEPT THAT SHIT.

SAME GOES FOR FUCKING TED AND ROBIN. LIKE YES YOU KNOW FROM EPISODE ONE THAT THEY ARE END GAME AND YOU EVEN ROOT FOR THEM AT TIMES, BUT LIKE NO IT SHOULDN'T HAVE ENDED LIKE THAT.

fog - how well do you think you’d do in a zombie apocalypse scenario?i say this all the time i would not survive that shit lmao, i hope i rly do find a way to make it or die within the first couple seconds bc i'ma be pissed if i put in all that work to still die before there is a cure. i wanna see how society is reconstructed or if it is at all like that'd be more interesting than TWD of FTWD

jack-o-lantern - if you could look like any celebrity, who would you choose?shay mitchell

spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?no but i am watching paranormal survivors atm

orchard - share one thing that you’d like to happen this autumn.gingerbread houses & a nice gift exchange. i'm excited to spend most if not all of the holidays together

crow - which school subject do you wish you had an aptitude for?i pretty much have an aptitude for everything but i'm not like spectacular at anything. so i guess music bc i didn't practice anywhere near enough as i should have

bonfire - describe your dream house.two-story w maybe three bedrooms (i guess 4 if i magically end up having 2 kids). i would like "den" so to speak as an office/library space. i prefer open layouts with a lot of natural light available. enough greenlife in a balcony upstairs, the backyard has nice landscaping and a huge deck. whole thing is fenced in, white picket type thing so my neighbors ain't sneaking. it would be nice if it looked over a lake of some sort. i have a nice vision in my mind that i know i can't put into words. ideally we'll build a lot of it ourselves. the master suite would be NICEEE w french doors leading out to the balcony as well. bathroom has both, a nice porcelain tub and a two-headed shower (in this fantasy we can afford that kinda sewage bill). floors are hardwood all around, and matching marble countertops in the bathroom(s). the kitchen is a nice tile as well. cabinets are a pretty hard wood as well. alternative is a nife spacious open loft with everything mentioned, except the balcony is much bigger and access to a rooftop deck of our own. a loooot of glass, a lot of natural light over looking a huge city. in the perfect world i'd have that view of the space needle on one side and the mountain range on the other.

cinnamon - if you had to live in a time period different than the present, which would you choose and where?there are no previous time periods that are exactly good for women of color

cobweb - (if you’ve graduated) do you miss high school?fuck no. but i would still want to redo it better. the only thing i miss i not having to pay bills but.. everything else i dealt with wasn't worth the tradeoff

cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on?uhh i don't get complimented. however, every year students have said "ohh she's really pretty!" lol like they're surprised and i'm not what they expected

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.i can't rly think of any.

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?hazelnut flavored coffee w half and half, & 3 splenda

pumpkin - do you think that humans are inherently good or bad?bad, i don't trust anyone to be good enough to be as such "inherently"

moonlit - are you a neat or messy person? Is your room / house orderly?SUPER NEAT however, depression can get in the way of that. but even then my messy is not at all someone else's messy i'm just picky. my house and room are very orderly and i'm not fixing to have it be otherwise

flannel - have you ever gone on a bad date? not like a date horror story, and the one's i've had in my last & current relationship have been rly nice. but i think before some of the dates i had were certainly questionable

cocoa - if you could have any type of hair, what colour and cut would you have?i mean if i could have any i would try them all or change them at whim. rn though i just want my long dark curly hair again

ghost - is there someone that you miss having in your life?yeah dude, a ton to be honest. but it is what it is

#personal #inthemoodforlovee #asks

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saralaurensmagalona · 7 years

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Breathe, baby, breathe... A Thorki fanfiction by Magalona

Hello everyone ! Been busy for a while, here is chapter 8 ! Enjoy !

Chapter 8

Loki had been in a blank for several minutes before his heart finally came back to a normal rhythm. It had felt like a crazy machine-gun and a coming asthma crisis was showing its ugly head.

He had grabbed his medicine and willed himself back to full control. It had felt almost impossible.

His first reaction had been to think about Thor, to phone him. But he was afraid now of staying in his own room. It was soiled, now. Degraded. He didn't feel safe in it anymore.

The fact that someone, anyone, could have taken a picture of him and Thor while… Who ? WHO ?! Who could do such an utter, disgustingly intrusive thing ? Who could send it like that as if it was so casual ? Who could act this way and hope not to get caught ever ?

Loki felt lonely and vulnerable. As raped as he used to be when Tony had abused him.

And Thor was the only redeeming thing in his mind.

He grabbed his laptop, terrified that anyone could see it. It was absurd as mails could be so easily tracked down. He didn't care, he didn't think. He needed Thor, that was the only thing for sure.

He had driven like a madman though he was in a residential area. He almost hit Mrs. Bachman's crazy dog. The woman was a hag but her dog was fun. This rang an alarm bell in Loki's head that he was going insane and dangerous. He had to get things back under control or do something he would always regret...

Arrived at Thor's door, he scared Mrs. Odinson who thought he was having a panic attack right on her doorstep (which he was actually). She screamed her son's name and Thor came in seconds, grabbed Loki and made him sit on the sofa. Looking in Loki's eyes, he knew they needed to be alone. He calmly asked to his mom to leave, that he would deal with Loki himself. Mother and son communicated on an almost telepathic level. She knew it was bad but that Thor would make it alright.

And if he couldn't, he would be sensible enough to call her for help.

Yet, the sight of Loki, looking tinier and fragile as ever in her son's big arms was not very reassuring.

****

It appeared Thor had received exactly the same photo. He had tried to trace back the mail only to be lost in a dead alley of false accounts and phony computers. Thor wanted to crash the bloody device. To hunt and kill the perverse peeping tom that turned his brave and dignified Loki into a terrified pile of hysterical jell-o.

His love. His bleeding, terrified heart who'd been through so much already and was now back into hell head first.

“Thor, I am so sorry, so sorry...” Loki babbled pacing Thor's bedroom up and down. “So sorry to drag you into all this, you don't deserve this. But who ? Who the hell did this ?! I was sure everything was locked up and now... How could anyone …? Oh god ! Oh God ! It's my goddamn fault !”

Thor had to grab him and pull him to his chest as he used to each time Loki was nervous or worried or in need of a hug. Loki was badly breathing and if Thor was not taking back control of the situation it would be back to the hospital for Loki. But even in this firm and protective embrace, Loki was still raving and ranting like a madman and shaking like a leave.

“I can't” He whined. “I can't do this anymore ! I just can't ! You should run away, Thor, you should leave me. I won't mind ! I'll deal with it but, please, I'm a wreck and don't get involved more than you already are, I'll destroy you ! I'll drag you down ! That's not what I want, but it is going to happen ! I will and I ...”

“LOKI, I LOVE YOU AND SHUT UP JUST FOR ONE SECOND !”

That did shut Loki up. He remained there, mouth opened and eyes huge, almost panting and wheezing. Thor was really sorry for raising his voice in such a time but he had no time to loose and major damage control to do.

He grabbed the pale face in his both hands and looked straight in the big green lights. He wanted his point to be crystal clear.

“I love you, you hear me ? I'm not expecting you to love me back and I'm okay with it. And it's okay if you don't or won't. But I still love you and I am certainly not going to run away like a coward.”

He was real close to Loki's face almost to the point of kissing him but he wouldn't do it before Loki understood how serious he was.

“We're in it together, we'll face it together. Do you know why it was sent ? The real reason besides freaking us out like crazy ? “

Loki shook his head to a negative response.

“They want to make us part. I've already seen that happened to a girlfriend of mine and her own girl lover. They spy on us, find us disgusting and try to terrorize us 'for our own good'” Thor made the quotation marks with his hands. “So that we fit back 'into the right tracks'” He mimicked the marks again and then grabbed Loki's neck in a more gentle gesture. “I love you. I am staying with you. I will fuck your brains out right here and now if necessary and then fuck you again until the whole neighborhood hear us and see us rutting like animals and you coming like a space rocket.”

Loki went red. The idea of public sex and “coming like a space rocket” was a brutal erotic change from his total despair. It both aroused and scandalized him.

“So.” Thor continued in a calmer tone. “I am not going to leave you. Not now. Whoever send that crap would be so happy if I did. It would show them they were right about us. We stick together, baby. Now, more than ever.”

They let a minute of silence pass by. Loki felt as if he could breathe again. He could breathe forever with Thor's warm hands on his neck. He closed his eyes and Thor took advantage to give him a very sharp and demanding kiss.

Loki could finally sigh out of relief and safety in Thor's arms.

“Feeling better, baby ?” asked Thor, while still holding Loki on his chest and gently rocking him.

“Mmh-mmh.” Loki nodded.

Loki felt again Thor's heart on his. Its soft and deep rhythm, once again, soothing Loki's own. He felt heavy and drained out on Thor's shoulder, his head resting on his boyfriend, his anchor, his lover... They remained silent and content in each other's embrace.

Thor thought Loki might have dozed off when he heard words spoken so low they were almost inaudible.

“I love you, too...” Loki murmured. “I do...”

Minutes later, Mrs. Odinson spotted her son carrying his boyfriend up the stairs like a groom, his bride.

Seconds only after they locked themselves in the room, (she was displeased hearing the click of the lock) she heard a characteristic sound. The regular bumping of a headboard, indicating to all asunder that her eldest son was indulging himself into bedroom “activities” with his boyfriend. In her house, right in the middle of the day, while she was still present and just before her other children came back from school. She didn't know which one of these big no-nos infuriated her the most.

Yet, hearing a faint aerial moan that didn't come from her son's mouth and knowing what was going on for them both, she chose to say nothing.

Because, right here and now, that probably what they needed.

****

They had remained naked in bed until they heard Thor's younger brothers joyous chatting down the hall. Usually, hearing his brothers coming home from school was a happy sound to Thor. Now it was just remembering him that there was a real world outside his bedroom and that it was beckoning. A frigging bore.

Loki had to wake up and they had to get dressed. They couldn't allow any of Thor's under aged siblings to see his naked boyfriend. The Odinson's house was a rather open-minded one but there was definitely limits where minors were concerned.

Plus, Thor and Loki had to have a conversation with Thor's parents. And it wasn't going to be agreeable...

A few minutes later, after greetings the kids, helping them to cookies and milk with Thor's Mom, Mr. Odinson was back from the office. He was a little surprise to see Loki so late in the evening. He had just left Loki's Dad and told Loki so, smiling. He realized that his wife, son and son's boyfriend looked paled and worried and that Loki didn't want to talk about his dad at all...

The four of them waited until each boy settled in their respective rooms (Thor had his own but his siblings were divided into two bedrooms), doing their homework or playing games, and had the conversation.

Thor was red and Loki even redder when they had to show the picture to Otto...

They felt raped.

Otto considered it without a word and muttered a curse under his breath.

“This is bad, boys.” He finally said. “Judging from the angle the picture was taken, that person was very close to Loki's window. Enough to have a very clear view. It could even be a drone...”

“Maybe.” Loki added. “But the tree under my window is rather large and easy to climb. I've thought about it. He could have hid in the higher branches without the neighbors or us seeing or hearing anything. A drone would have been spotted...”

“Either way.” Said Mrs. Odinson. “This is a highly dangerous person and we should call the police !”

Loki blanched.

“No ! Please ! We can't”

“Loki...” Mr. Odinson started.

“NO !” Loki brutally cut, desperate. “You don't know how these people are ! If they knew... You don't know my family !”

Mr. and Mrs. Odinson gave Loki a look that clearly meant they had a perfect picture of who his parents were.

“Loki...” Pursued Mrs. Odinson. “Believe me, we don't want our son's privacy and yours exposed like this but... This is a crime ! You are both in danger ! What if...”

“NO ! NO ! NO !!!” Loki screamed and held his head with both hands.

The police. The officers smirking and making disgusting comments on Loki and Thor together. Laughing at him and Thor and their parents. Spitting at everything that was good and pure in his life, everything that was Thor and him...

“Please...” He softly begged. His breath was becoming ragged again. He couldn't bear it anymore...

Thor, tears in his eyes, came to him and held him.

“Please, Mom...” Thor said. “We need to think. We cannot go to the police like that... At least, not before Loki and I had talked to Loki's parents.”

Loki raised his head and looked at Thor with monstrous eyes.

“You cannot...” He breathed.

Thor held his head in his own hands, the same way he did earlier in the afternoon.

“Baby, we need to file a claim ASAP. But we need to tell your parents first. I don't want them to know about us like this, right in front of the cops and seeing the picture unprepared. We need to get out of the closet, baby, we cannot hide anymore, even if we wanted to...”

Loki was literally falling apart.

“They'll throw me out.” He murmured. “They couldn't stand the shame of having a gay son... They'll ruin your parents for good measure.”

“Not that I wouldn't be glad to be back in Houston...” Shrugged Otto. Freya nodded. This little incident had cut their enthusiasm for the place.

“Baby...” Thor started.

“They'll cast me out... And college hasn't even started yet ...” Loki was ashamed to sound so whiny. But it was the entire truth. Larry and Nathalie would throw him out of the house the minute he would have pronounced the G-word and he would be left to care for himself all alone.

“Look, dearie,” Freya interrupted. “If this came to happen, you would be welcome into this family. It is not the first time we would have helped someone in this situation.”

Indeed, when one of Thor's classmates turned out to be gay and had tried to tell his parents only to be thrown out of his own house, Freya and Otto had taken him in for a while. The boy's grandfather had then intervened, publicly disowned the shameful parents and taken the boy in New York to live with him.

Loki was surprised but it wasn't really reassuring.

“Baby, look, let's wait a bit, okay ? Until we graduate and go to college. There is only a month left. Until then, we'll find a way and be careful. You good ?”

Loki agreed. He knew they were buying time but it was better than to go right here and now publicly and ruin everything. He nodded. This was only running away.

But the alternative sounded even worse than a stalker harassing them.

Otto and Freya remained silent but shared a grim look that clearly expressed what they felt.

*****

Loki had spent hours examining the picture. It had been taken one of these afternoons when the house was empty. It was very bright, meaning that the weather had been very good this day. Yet it didn't help about the moment it was taken for the sun had been up and shiny for a long while. As they were naked, Loki had no indication about what they were wearing that day that could have helped. A rather fresh bruise the shape of a pear on Thor's thigh, the result of an accidental blow during training, indicated yet that the photo was fairly recent, maybe a week old. The bruise had just started fading.

But apart from that, there was no clue whatsoever...

A drone, Freya Odinson had suggested. It sounded too much like a spy novel to Loki. He was quite sure, judging from the picture, that the perpetrator had taken it from the big branch, close to his window. Loki had climbed that tree so many times, when he was younger, he knew all the good places to hide there and see everything. He used that same branch to spy on his brothers when his room used to be theirs before his parents built an extension to the house.

Loki had not so many suspects. He was quite sure him and Thor had been extra careful. Thor might have enemies. He was popular, he was very much liked, he was kind, fun and talented. He could have attracted jealousy. Loki laid his money on someone on the football team. Except that none would have been bright enough to come to all this trouble... The harassing part, however... But how could have they planned the computer blurring ? Loki snorted. He wasn't sure they even knew how to type correctly...

Concerning Loki ? Could it be that he had “enemies” ?

In the tiny, puny world of the rich neighborhood kids, compared to his brothers, or even to Tony or Thor, Loki didn't weigh much. He was the “weird one,” “the nerd”, the haughty little genius no one appreciated nor liked. As Loki had had a Gothic period, he had been rumored to be a satanist during middle school. It hadn't helped making him a better reputation.

Yes, despised, he was. Feared ? Maybe. Detested enough to be bullied ? Probably. But to elaborate such a complicated plan ? Loki's worst opponents used to prefer the “direct approach,” punching him in a discreet location. Or, defeat him publicly in some scholar competition for the ones who actually had a brain. Which was the only tactic Loki had some respect for. But stalking ? None of the more intelligent ones had a taste for this undignified kind of things. Loki had to grant them that. They had the means and the nous but not the evil. The others might have said evil and the means but certainly not the nous...

So none was fitting the profile. It had to be someone with tools and sufficient gray cells, time on his hands and money. Loki had a tendency to agree with Thor. It wasn't someone who had a grudge either with Thor or Loki. Whoever he (or she, it definitely could be a she...) was, he (or she) hated them both and wanted them apart, or ruined or whatever...

Actually there was someone who perfectly fitted the profile.

Yet, in remembrance of whatever they had together, Loki couldn't bear it the idea that he could be him. He hoped against all hopes that this person wasn't that vile, that hateful to do something so disgusting...

Loki thought for a while, then took a deep breath and dialed Tony's number.

*****

They were in Loki's room, standing against each other. There had been much yelling but they had finally calmed down. Tony was massaging his temples. He looked seriously distressed and outraged at the accusation but Loki wasn't sure of anything anymore.

“For the last time, Loki, IT. WASN'T. ME ! You really think I could be such a goddamn coward ?!”

Loki gave him a significant look.

“Okay, okay...” Conceded Tony. “I am a coward for many reasons, I admit it. But not for this Loki, I swear !”

Loki glared at him.

“I swear ! Yes, I regret what I did to you, what I did to my girl... I lost you both and I have to live with that. But this ?! What would be the purpose of this ?!”

Loki shrugged.

“I don't know, take a pick ! Revenge against me, against Thor, against us both ? Trying to get Thor to dump me and then playing the white knight in his shiny armor to win me back...”

Tony made a weird expression Loki immediately recognized.

“You thought about it...”

“Yes.” Tony quickly said. “Yes, I admit I thought about ways to send Johnny Football Hero away so I could have a chance to have you back. But not this, Loki, I swear ! And anyway, I abandoned any plans quite fast... I mean... You and him ? Joined at the hip practically. There is not one shred of a chance for me concerning you.”

He opened his hands as a gesture of good faith.

“It's true, Loki. I am not doing an 'I-am-a-different-person' crap on you. I am being sincere for once. I might be capable of many nasty things but this ?” He pointed towards the infamous photo. “This is pure shit. I don't want to be part of anything like this. I have my pride ! At least, give me that.”

Loki pondered this for a bit and then nodded. Something in Tony's tone was unusual. Something that sounded like the truth. He chose then to believe Tony.

“Look.” Tony said again rising up. “As a proof of my good faith, let me do this for you. I will chase down that mail and found where it had been sent and even written. You know I have the capacities for it...”

That was right, Tony's father had made a fortune working with the army and other high-level services.

“Okay...” Loki softly said. “Anything you can learn.”

Tony sighed and looked at Loki straight in the eyes. It had a feeling of definite goodbyes.

“You know, I really tried...”

“Tony, please...”

“No seriously... If Johnny and you, you don't... well...”

“Get out, Tony !”

Loki ushered him out without real anger and they parted on good terms.

*****

One week passed. Only three left before graduation and the final announcement. Loki was rehearsing it, trying to find the right approach to say to your mom and dad that you like to screw boys.

It would be a hell raiser...

Loki was dallying, trying to avoid the truth. Praying that the creep had forgotten about them both. Hoping against all hope that it would come to an end in itself.

As if.

Yet nothing had happened and still no news from Tony. It was straining. Like waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The worst being that, despite all their determination not to change anything in their lives, Loki and Thor were less carefree and seeing each other less often, less privately. Maybe, the fact of the big season match didn't help. Thor was totally immersed in it. He had given a sad little smile of apology to Loki across the field during training. Loki had smiled back. He missed Thor badly but he understood.

He felt lonely now, though. And fed up, big time.

Every time something good happened to him, lo and behold, it was ruined by fate or humankind. He was sick and tired of it. He felt like a terrified rabbit waiting for the hunter to show up and shoot and probably, that was what the stalker hoped him to be.

He wanted to stop waiting like a martyr for the next blow. He wanted to take action and strike back. His only hope was Tony. Only he could give him a clue.

In the meanwhile he was sad and lonely.

One night, he was browsing for a research paper, his heart heavy when he heard a rattling on the window. He almost had a heart attack, thinking that the stalker had finally climbed the tree to invade his bedroom.

It was Thor, standing on the big branch like Robin Hood on Maid Marian's balcony, grinning like a fool his usual dashing smile.

Loki opened his window, both wanting to kiss or smash the fool.

“What are you doing here ? You'll be spotted for a thief !”

“Am I not a thief ? I have come to steal a kiss !”

“Stop joking, you idiot !” Loki was angry saying that but his heart was fluttering just the same.

Nonetheless, he kissed his lover while trying not to make him lose his balance.

“Three weeks left, my love, and we're out of all of this...” Thor murmured.

“Three weeks left...” Nodded Loki. “I love you.”

And then Thor disappeared in a rustling of leaves. As discreet as an evening breeze. Loki felt better than he had in ages.

Despite the vague feeling of being observed... Except that there was no one around.

*****

The following morning was a sunday and nothing new occurred. Loki was wondering how he was going to spend the day and whether Thor could be free from training.

He was idly looking at the view from his mother's living room when his phone rang. He had hoped for Thor but it was Tony. Loki grimaced, he was not ready for that yet. He answered. He had to.

“Tony ?”

“Listen, Loki.” Tony's muffled voice came. “I managed to track it down. It wasn't easy at all, the bastard's a tricky one but I used unusual means so ...”

Loki rolled his eyes. Trust Tony Stark to show off and not to care about wasted time.

“Anyways, long story short, I found something... And it's not good...”

Loki was about to ask question when an angry voice shouted from up the stairs.

“Loki ! Come here right now !”

His father. He was in his office and his yelling unabled Loki to understand what was being said.

“Tony, I gotta go ! Talk to you later !” Loki was furious to reject Tony like that but he couldn't hear and deal with his father in the same time. While he was jumping up the stairs, he still heard Tony's voice.

“Loki ! Wait ! The mail ! It's from your home ! It came from your place !”

Loki had no time to ask Tony what he was talking about.

He was standing in his father's office, Larry Laufeyson was holding his laptop, his face violet with rage, his eyes bulging, almost ready to crack and break down. Loki turned instantly into stone, seeing the screen.

“What the fuck is this fucking shit !?” Screamed his father at the top of his lungs.

On the screen was the photograph of him and Thor and Loki couldn't help in this utter disaster to think that Thor was indeed handsome. Everything was lost anyway, so why not indulge in Thor's image one last time ?

Above the picture was the flashing, blood-red caption...

FAGGOTS. FAGGOTS. FAGGOTS.

#thorki #Teenagers #Smut #dubcon

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : World of Sea : Part 11

SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

140406 words

written 2007

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Chapter 3a: Kurti

Smiling tolerantly at the girl’s obvious fear, he replied, “By the Dragons, Ch . . . Kurti, isn’t it? I’m only going about the ship for an inspection. I need to see Master Selked on a small matter. That’s all.”

Kurti smiled tentatively in return and said, “True, Sir. Ch . . . your previous cabin-girl did not dress you well. I think that you will gain even more respect if you always dress well.” She paused and considered for a moment before adding, “Unless the part that you are acting needs something else.”

“If it does nothing, it will be remembered to your credit as an honest try to help. In spite of what you may have heard, I do remember those on my side.”

The Captain knocked at the entrance of the shop and waited for Selked’s call of “Enter!” before he did.

Selked’s laconic, “Shouldn’t touch that’un, if I were you,” brought him to a quick stop, fingers only inches away from the pointed shaft.

“I wanted to see it more closely. There seems to be a defect in the bone pattern,” said the Captain mildly.

He took his marking tool of Hag beak, wiped on the mordant bone marking ink and placed his mark onto it, slightly off kilter, and just a touch blurred.

Setting the tool into the last place in a kit box, he closed it and handed it to the Captain.

“This is the kit you want for your little scheme. Sorry that it took as long as it did to make but, as you noticed, I had some trouble getting the Ord spines to take the dye properly.”

“They were, Captain. — — May I ask what the occasion is?”

Lightly Barad returned, “I pride myself on it. By the way, I am planning a game of Three Dragons in my cabin tonight. Would you care to join?”

“My pleasure, Captain. Tonight then!”

“Mister Timms! How goes the effort to find a use for the Ord in fishing?”

He looked up from his work and answered, “This one is the best so far. Out of ten fish, we have gotten less than fifteen tons of meat and lost over half of the hides to contamination.

“The toxin spreads so fast! I have tried infusions in bait, Ord spine in the harpoon points and this. . . We harpooned it in the usual way and pricked it with a spine on a pole to kill it. You can see for yourself. We got the most hide, this time.” He cast a glance at the lean form of the dead predator. “Just over three-fourths.”

Barad nodded his head solemnly. “It was too good an idea not to try. It’s a pity that it didn’t work better.” He walked to a companionway and went down into the ship.

The Purser’s scriptorium was his last stop. The newly pirated Ephemerides were coming along nicely and some copies were already bound.

“Excellent work, Morgu. If we can get twenty copies of each volume, I know just who will buy them and how to promote them.”

Morgu looked up from his high desk in the corner of the room and gave a rare, thin mouthed smile at the praise. “We should have them done by the Gathering, though it will be a near thing.”

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