your drawing guides are SO helpful. Thanks for making them! I was wondering, how did you get to good at breaking down and figuring out what forms/shapes to use?

Thank you! I'm so glad they've been useful!

Well, something I've learned is that you can basically draw anything, and I mean anything, with just a handful of specific shapes, which are cylinders, spheres, squares, rectangles, and cones/triangles.

These are your building blocks to drawing anything and everything, it's just a matter of breaking whatever it is you want to draw down to these shapes.

For example, here's a picture of my doggo.

Let's break him down.

It's all about ignoring the details, colors, textures etc... and simplifying your subject into its most basic form. And once you do that, it's easier to sketch them out using these shapes as building blocks to construct them. Once you have the basic shape, pose, or expression sketched out, you carve away what you don't need and add detail, clothing, hair, facial expressions etc..

We'll use Lucifer as another example, as I can go back to his character sheet.

You can even break down their clothes if you want, like Lucifer's hat:

You give the shapes curves and depth to show direction and action, don't feel like you have to keep them frigidly in their pristine, straight-lined shapes. Be loose with it.

So far, with deconstructing Hazbin characters, I've found that most of their shapes are triangles and cylinders (of various sizes and widths). They also tend to be very curved and fluid, which is fun.

In the end it kind of just takes practice and training your brain to strip away all the fancy details, cut the character 's body into the basic sections we know of (face, neck, chest, torso, pelvis, arms, legs, feet), simplify those into their most bare-bones shapes, and pay attention to how those those shapes connect together.

Hope this helped, or shed some light on my process XD

okay i had this idea of eddie and reader fucking in a closet or an enclosed space of some kind yk being real sneaky and shit. and the reader lets him finish in their mouth. then he kisses the reader with his cum in his mouth bc he nasty like that. sorry if this was a really specific request it’s been sitting in my brain for ages.

author’s note: full warning, if this grosses you out, don’t read. and i don’t want to hear how much you don’t like it in my inbox because i don’t care lol. but for those of you that do read this, enjoy my nasty eddie thoughts.

cw: 18+ (minors dni) semi-public (in a closet), voyeurism (if you squint), oral (m receiving), fluid play/bonding (idk they share eddie’s jizz yeah), established relationship, eddie is v gross but we love that shit, if i missed anything lmk

word count: 1.7k

Eddie didn’t do parties, ever. It was just another spectacle and a place for him to be laughed at, wondering who invited the freak to drink and kill the vibe—but for you, he endures it. That and everyone knows to keep their mouth shut around you. It’s nice, Eddie can admit that—but it’s also damn near impossible for him to keep his hands off of you in public, not that you had a problem with it.

Dating Eddie hit you completely out of nowhere, ending up in an after school detention with him that left very little to be discovered about each other, both in your likes and dislikes, but also your bodies.

And so what if you fucked Eddie with only one twenty minute conversation under your belt—he was levels above most of the guys you fucked, even if he was a little bit inexperienced in the beginning.

He’s more surprised at how easily your perfect persona is tarnished in front of him—good grades, nice friends, always smiling at everyone who walks by. You were never mean to anyone, which is why no one ever said shit when you started your mornings cuddled up to Eddie at his locker.

They could look and stare, but no one dared to comment on it.

Eddie’s quick to feed into it, openly kissing you in the halls, grabbing at your ass under the short confines of your skirt or tight jeans—it would emit a few groans, but you didn’t care.

Not for a second.

He’s insatiable, really—and nasty to the core. You never really expected to like it as much as you did, settling for missionary and doggy style in most of your hook-ups, minimal eye contact, and getting straight to the point; not to say you didn’t enjoy it, but with Eddie, it’s kismet.

You could never say no.

“Hey, hey,” You murmur against his lips, his hands blindly reaching for the doorknob to shove you into Steve Harrinton’s bedroom, leaving the door open just a crack, “we can leave if you want—do you wanna leave?”

“Mmm,” Eddie shakes his head, breathing hotly against your mouth, “don’t think I can wait that long, wanna fuck you right now.”

You giggle softly, arms wrapped around his neck as he hoists you up, licking into your mouth with the same edge of depravity he always carried, growling lowly. His hands slip past the waistband of your jeans, contacting the bare skin underneath.

“No panties,” Eddie notes, “dirty girl.”

“Do you expect anything less?” You tease, squealing softly as he buries his face into your neck, nipping at the skin.

But, the loud ramblings of another pair of bodies stumbling down the hall has you both in a panic—Eddie nearly shuts the door close, but you’re hopping off of him to pull him into the closet before he can act, sliding the slatted, wooden doors close, leaving little light to leak through.

You force your hand over Eddie’s mouth, his features barely visible aside from the tiny spec of light that hits his face from the lamp on the table beside the closet. He blinks, confused.

It doesn’t take long for you both to realize that it’s Steve—and some girl you’ve only talked to a few times at school, who seemed a lot more familiar with Steve than you expect, hands reaching under waistband of his boxers from where his jeans hang open loosely, you avert your eyes quickly, connecting with Eddie’s.

He’s got that ridiculous smirk on his face, having caught you in the act of peeping, shifting the closet door shut tight—no more peeking on his account. His hands keep busy, whether on your neck, your breasts, over the expanse of your back, just touching because he wanted to—but you can feel how impatient he’s being, hard in his jeans from where’s pressed up against you in the small space.

“We can’t,” You whisper softly, feeling Eddie’s hands squeeze at the slope of your ass, pulling you in closer, “Eddie, I’m serious.”

“It’s Steve,” He murmurs, lips connecting with your neck briefly, “he won’t even know.”

Eddie was right—but the hesitation was still there.

“I’m not letting you fuck me in a closet,” You force out in a hushed whisper, “get over yourself.”

Eddie chuckles lightly, fumbling with the front of his pants carefully, mouth still busy against your skin, “Never said anything about that, but if I need to find a way to keep that mouth occupied, I can think of a few.”

You look at him sternly—Eddie can faintly read your expression, smiling confidently as his belt jingles quietly, slow to unzip his jeans.

“Because as much as I love to hear you talk, that mouth is good at other things,” Eddie says knowingly, “unless, of course, you’d rather watch Steve—“

“Fuck off.” You mutter, sinking to your knees with ease, yanking Eddie’s jeans down his hips impatiently and reaching under his boxers for his cock with a ferocity that has Eddie feeling for the walls, hands coming up to brace himself.

“Jesus,” He grunts softly, your grip tightening around the soft, velvet skin, his cock thickening to full hardness under your touch, “—a little warning next time, sweetheart.”

You scoff lightly at that, the deep hum of the music traveling upstairs and under the gap of Steve’s bedroom door—it didn’t help drowning out the sounds of Steve and the girl only a few feet away, but it did help muffle the sounds of Eddie, who couldn’t help his noise level when your mouth finally closes around his cock.

You lick at the tip slowly, right along the slit until Eddie’s reaching for your head, hand squeezing at the root of your hair. Eddie never tried to be soft, or caring—he always was regardless, but he was also just as intense.

“Fuck, take it, baby—“ He pushes a little deeper, forcing you to inhale on the push, moaning against him, “oh, fuck—“

It was easy to wreck Eddie’s ego, watch it come crashing to the ground every time you touched him. You bob your head with his movements, slowly until he’s holding you still, rocking his hips into your mouth with harsh, precise thrusts—fucking your mouth just like he would your pussy, reminding you just how devastating it was that he couldn’t have you right now.

There’s a creak on the bed that has you two pausing your movements, mouth still fully engulfing Eddie’s dick as footsteps approach. Eddie’s thumb pressing at your cheek gently, rubbing in small, comforting circles—almost a way to soothe or ease your worry.

“Hurry.” The girl giggles, followed by Steve’s ruffling through the drawers of the table placed beside the closet.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

And the double entendre of it has both you and Eddie forcing a laugh back down.

When Steve finally retreats a safe distance you feel Eddie rub at your jaw, urging you to continue.

You double down, shifting down to mouth at his balls, the weight heavy against your tongue as you swirl it gently over the skin—Eddie raises his fist in silence, biting down to stifle the filthy groan that almost escapes. It’s the easiest way to fuck with him, knowing how much he liked it—and you don’t stop.

Your hand pumps steadily, stopping to squeeze at the head occasionally, smearing the precum over the head and down, the friction unbearable as you made it your absolute mission to make Eddie come—fast and hard.

It doesn’t take long before he’s grunting softly, yanking gently at your head to pull you away.

“Need somewhere,” Eddie begs, “Steve’ll never forgive me if I use his shirt to clean up my jizz, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know,” You tease, “think it’s kinda hot, actually.”

It would’ve been easier for him to ask to come in your mouth, but that was a little too straightforward—he didn’t do it often, mostly because things would’ve led to sex by now, but it’s still one of his favorite things, your eyes wide and attentive on his face as he cums, thinking he might actually pass out from the feeling of it all.

“Your mouth, baby,” He finally says, voice strained, clearly holding himself back, “god, let me cum in your mouth, please.”

You smile widely, despite how hard it is to make it out in the poor lighting and nod, which he does feel.

You close your mouth over the tip, feeling his hand leave your hair to tug at his dick, jerking himself off with fervor, breathing harshly through his nose.

“I’m gonna come,” He forces out in a hushed tone, giving you the small warning you need to pull back, tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, as he lets out a litany of curses, “fuckfuckfuck—“ in the same deep tone that makes your thighs clench together harder, reminding you how greatly you were lacking his touch.

You flinch when the warmth of it hits your mouth, warm and pooling in the dip of your tongue as Eddie tries his best to suppress his groans, squeezing himself until there’s nothing left, the head of his cock dragging against your lips as he pulls away—your immediate instinct is to swallow, rid yourself of the musky taste and find the best route of escape, but Eddie stops you.

“Come here,” He urges, letting him pull you up, your face tilting in his grip as he closes your mouth with his thumb, rubbing the underside of your chin, “—how does it taste?”

You raise your eyebrows expectantly, gesturing to him before opening your mouth, beckoning him to get a taste—and Eddie’s never shied away from things like this, always willing to try things at least once. So, he does, his tongue dipping into your mouth quickly, the taste of him lingering between you two briefly as you hurried to swallow the rest.

“Dirty,” He repeats his earlier sentiment against your lips, “—fuck, if I didn’t like you so much I would never do shit like that.”

You giggle quietly, reaching up to press a gentle kiss against his lips, “I know.”

And you can say that with full confidence, because it’s true.

“Now, how do we get out of here?”

You shrug, “Don’t know—but, I got something that’ll keep you busy, if you want.”

Eddie was more than eager to please.

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better left unsaid | lando norris

pairing: lando norris x reader and some pierre gasly x reader

request: yes 'i was thinking 68 and 70 from your prompt list? maybe lando?' 68. “I wish I’d never met you.” 70. “I’m sorry [Y/N], I’m so sorry.” wordcount: 5.5k+ warnings/tags fuckboy!pierre, asshole!lando, they're all drunk, max (fewtrell) is the only wholesome one, just a bunch of angst rly

You loved Lando, how could you not? You loved everything about him. The way his laugh varied depending on the situation, on who was telling what joke, on how comfortable he felt with the people around him. Same with his smile. You liked to think you were a goddamn pro at being able to tell his smiles apart.

There were slight differences between them. The smile he gave Oscar at the end of completing a pretty successful weekend was proud, but not cocky. He was already thinking about how he could drag this type of energy into the next race as he fist bumped his teammate and made his way through the garage.

The cheeky grin he wore as he walked through the paddock at the end of the day was contagious. The more people who congratulated him, the bigger it grew. He stopped for anyone who asked for a photo or an autograph. There was this sense of joy that radiated off of him, he was on top of the world and everyone saw it.

And then there was the smile that spread across his face when he spotted you standing by the gates. The grin that went from cheek to cheek was the kind that made your jaw hurt if you held it long enough. This was his best weekend in a long time and you were there to watch the whole thing, which made it mean so much more to him.

Lando was one of your oldest friends. You grew up together, went on family vacations together. You were always at his side, metaphorically and sometimes quite literally, while he was making it in the karting world until he eventually made it to Formula 1. 

And it was only a matter of time until you fell for him. 

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment, it was more of a gradual thing. What started as an I like being around him somehow spiralled into oh good god I think I love him. 

But of course you couldn’t tell him. Not only was a girlfriend so extremely low on his priority list, but in the past you had tried dropping signs and leaving hints, only for Lando to either ignore them or not even see them. To him, you were simply his best friend. That’s all you’d ever be because that’s all he needed from you. You were his rock, you kept him grounded, you were someone he could always rely on.

He loved you, you knew he did, but not the way you loved him. 

“P2 baby. Another podium in the books,” you beamed, your laughter becoming muffled when Lando pulled you in for a tight embrace. It had been well over an hour since the ceremony ended so he had changed and quickly stepped into the shower to rid himself of any grime or sweat from the race. 

Lando dropped the bag that was in his hand, wanting to hug you tighter. You didn’t care who in the paddock saw the way he pulled you against his chest. You weren’t concerned about the few curious eyes of those who managed to catch the way his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, sending goosebumps over your skin. 

“I want to celebrate,” Lando’s voice deepened as he spoke directly into your ear. Your heart skipped a beat at his words, knowing exactly what he meant. 

Lando rarely drank. The party scene wasn’t for him, with only a few exceptions. A podium, being one of them. You knew he wanted to let loose before the worries of a new race weekend sank in and he wanted you at his side. 

A car horn pulled you two apart. You turned your head to see your other friend Max, pulling up in Lando’s McLaren. He put it in park and got out, tossing Lando the keys over the access gate. 

“Are you two just going to stand there or are we going out?” Max yelled, earning a laugh from Lando. You watched his face light up before he swung the key around on his finger. He reached for you, quickly giving your arm a tender squeeze, a move so subtle you almost missed it, before he made his way to the car.

You were confused when Max stopped you from heading towards your own car. You drove to the track separately, knowing Lando’s car only had room for two. 

“I’ll just meet you guys at the hotel.”

“No you won’t,” Max scoffed, grabbing your keys that you had just pulled from your pocket. He nodded his head towards the passenger door of the black McLaren, “Ride back with Lando.”

“I can’t leave my car here.”

“I’ll drive it back,” Max raised his eyebrows, giving you that specific look he had given you so many times before. If there was anyone that wanted to see you and Lando together, it was him. He was your biggest wingman, he knew about your feelings for the driver and did whatever he could to push you two in the same direction. 

“He’s on a high right now, y/n,” Max pointed out. “If there’s ever a time to tell him how you feel, it’s tonight.”

The only reason Max knew about your feelings for Lando was because of one stupid night out almost a year ago. You had more to drink than you should have and while Lando was by the bar, chatting up some girl, you sat next to Max in the booth and straight up asked him what she had that you didn’t.

Needless to say, that sparked the start of a very long conversation. Max got everything he could out of you, knowing that you wouldn’t say any of this when sober. The next morning, he told you everything you had admitted to, but also promised he wouldn’t tell Lando about how you felt. That was something only you could do.

Max gave you an encouraging pat on the arm and pivoted on heels to find your car in the lot. You grabbed the door handle of the McLaren and slid in. There was a sliver of confusion on Lando’s face, but it soon vanished and was instead replaced by a smirk, watching you as you buckled in your seatbelt.

“Max driving your car back?” Lando asked. 

You came up with a lie on the spot as to why you weren’t driving it, “Yeah it’s making this strange sound, he said he’d listen for it and let me know.”

Lando nodded, humming to himself in response but you could see it on his face. He didn’t believe your words for a second. He wasn’t going to question you, or Max for that matter, but he knew there was nothing wrong with your car.

“You were incredible this weekend,” you told him after a few minutes of driving in silence. “I love watching you race, it’s exhilarating.” 

Lando’s smile grew, “I’m glad you came, truly. I love having you around. You’re my best friend, you know, it almost feels like somethings missing when you’re not here.”

He turned his head and met your stare. His words meant more to you than he’d ever know.

“You know I love you, right?” You said, knowing full well that Lando didn’t understand the true meaning behind that sentence. He tossed that word around so casually when talking about friends, you were no exception.

But he reached across the middle console and squeezed your leg twice, turning his attention back to the road in front of him, “Love you too.”

———————

You had packed for a night out. A black leather skirt, knee-length boots and a top so small that it probably had your ancestors rolling over in their graves. But you looked hot, that was the whole point. 

When Lando knocked on your day, he was visibly taken aback by your appearance, needing to do a double take before speaking.

“Are you-” his eyes dropped to your chest and he cleared his throat, “The Uber’s out front.”

You nodded, grabbing your phone from the table and following him out into the hall. You met up with Max who was waiting for the elevator. He let out a low whistle when you turned the corner and your cheeks flushed bright pink. 

“You look good, y/l/n,” Max said, not at all trying to hide the way his gaze lingered over your body. You playfully twirled and then rested your arm over Lando’s shoulder for support. When he instinctively placed his hand at the small of your back, you and Max shared a similar, knowing look. 

Maybe tonight was the night. Maybe you and Lando would finally get over that brick wall that kept you from being more than friends. 

The elevator arrived and the three of you walked in. When it came to choosing seats in the Uber, Max practically sprinted towards the front seat, leaving you and Lando to climb into the back. 

You didn’t say anything when his knee brushed against yours. You also didn’t say anything when he casually dropped his hand to your leg, his fingers spreading across your bare thigh as if he had done it fifty times before (he hadn’t). And you especially didn’t say anything when he told you there was an eyelash on your cheek when you turned to look at him and he gently brushed his thumb under your eye. 

But in return, Lando didn’t say anything when he most definitely noticed you glancing at his lips. He also stayed quiet when you flicked your hair over your shoulder, but the scent of your shampoo was definitely intoxicating and he just never noticed it before. Or maybe he had and refused to let himself think about it. 

And when you finally pulled up outside the club, Lando held the door open for you and held out his hand to help you out. He kept his fingers interlocked with yours until you made it inside and up the stairs towards the closed off VIP section. When he spotted Charles and Carlos, Lando headed off to start a conversation with them after assuring you he’d be right back.

Max appeared at your side, nudging his arm against yours, “So?”

“So what?” You asked. The two of you walked towards one of the empty booths. 

“So that entire car ride was filled with nothing but sexual tension and if you say otherwise then you’re either blind or lying.”

“I’m not saying anything,” you shrugged innocently, clasping your hands under your chin as Max just shook his head at you. 

Your gaze travelled across the floor, landing on the McLaren driver. He was laughing at something Carlos had said but every so often, he would glance in your direction. And then when Carlos leaned in and whispered something that only Lando would hear, both of their heads turned to look at you. Suddenly feeling very self conscious of potentially being the topic of their conversation, you told Max that you were going to go get a drink.

You were only at the bar for a few seconds before you felt a hand on your back. You glanced up to see none other than Pierre Gasly next to you. He trailed his fingers down your arm, that familiar devious glint in his eyes.

“Y/n,” he greeted you before resting his arms on the surface of the bar. “You came to watch the race?”

You liked Pierre, you did, but you didn’t like his intentions. You and every single woman who were associated with any of the drivers knew all about Pierre’s ways. You had heard the stories of the girls he brought back to hotels and you had even ran into one of them a few weeks ago when you were leaving Lando’s room in the middle of the night after passing out on his couch.

He had tried a few moves on you as well. He wasn’t disrespectful, he never crossed any boundaries. If you were being honest, Pierre was charming, but he wasn’t Lando. 

“Let me get your drink,” he offered when the glass was placed in front of you. He pulled out a black card from his wallet and told the bartender to start a tab. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” you told him, but Pierre only leaned in close. His warm breath hit your ear and you swallowed in anticipation, wondering which of his lines he would try next.

“The polite thing to say is thank you,” he whispered. Pierre then pulled back the slightest bit, lifting his fingers to below your chin to keep your attention focused on him. “Or you can always find a way to thank me later, chéri.”

Pierre’s arm suddenly dropped and you knew why when you felt a protective hand slide around your waist. You didn’t have to turn your head to know that it was Lando pulling you into his side. Pierre didn’t see Lando as competition though, sending a wink in your direction and not even acknowledging the British driver before turning and walking off.

Lando waited until Pierre was out of earshot before speaking, “Don’t tell me you and Pierre are a thing.”

“No,” you scoffed, taking Lando’s hand in yours as you led him back to the booth. 

“Good,” Lando muttered under his breath, stopping you in your tracks. 

You turned around to face him, dropping his hand, “Good? What does that mean?”

“Pierre isn’t someone you want to waste your time with,” Lando told you, as if you didn’t already know this, but he didn’t stop his explanation there. “You deserve someone better than that.”

“Someone like you?”

You don’t know what came over you. You couldn’t blame it on the alcohol because you’d barely taken a sip of your drink. You were stone cold sober, and so was he. 

Maybe it was because of the way he looked at you in the car ride after the race or how he spoke to you with such truth and passion that set your entire body on fire. Maybe it was the way he was looking for any excuse to touch you all weekend. An hour didn’t pass without him tracing his fingers over your skin or reaching for your hand. Maybe it was because for the first time in years, it seemed like Lando was starting to see you as more than just his best friend and god help you, you needed to act on it.

But then that specific glint in his eyes faded. He inhaled a sharp breath that caused your heart to sink deeper into your chest because without even saying a word, you knew what was going through his mind. His features softened, like he felt sorry for you. 

“That wasn’t…” Lando trailed off, lifting his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “Y/n, I don’t-” 

God he couldn’t even get the words out. Was this hard for him or was he trying to save you from the embarrassment? 

“I’m only teasing,” you lied straight through your teeth, curling your lips back into a forced smile that he undoubtedly saw right through. He was your best friend, he knew you like the back of his hand. 

You wanted him to laugh this conversation off. You wanted him to go along with the lie and say ‘Okay cool, we’re on the same page’. You wanted to take back these last thirty seconds and wipe that horrible, pitiful look right off his face. 

But Lando shook his head. This wasn’t something he could just push to the back of his mind and act like it never happened. 

“I don’t have those types of feelings for you, you know that right?” 

Lando’s words cut through your heart like a sharpened blade. The noise in the club faded into the background and you were worried that if you opened your mouth to say something, all that would come out would be a strangled sob. 

“I love you, y/n, I do, but the same way I love Max or Carlos or any of my other friends,” this just kept getting worse. “I’m not in-” 

“Don’t,” you cut him off, your voice barely a whisper. “You don’t need to say it. I get it.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” Lando’s hand twitched, like he wanted to reach for you but decided against it at the very last second. “I’m so, so, sorry.”

You felt like an idiot as a bitter chuckle escaped your lips, “Why? You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one-” you stopped yourself short. You were the one who fell in love with someone who had only ever seen you as a friend. It was your own damn fault you were hurt. 

Why would you think that something would radically change overnight? Lando had never once hinted towards having any sort of feelings for you, but you still managed to find new ways to fall for him every time you saw him. 

“It’s fine,” you finally landed on. Nothing about this felt fine. You forced another smile, softer this time, “Go celebrate your podium.”

And what could Lando say to that? This whole conversation was uncomfortable and heartbreaking and the only thing left to do was end it now before it got worse for both of you. 

Lando nodded and headed off, muttering something about trying to find Carlos. He didn’t give you a second look and you had to fight tooth and nail to not look over your shoulder at him when you made your way back to the booth.

You kept your eyes down, looking at the drink in front of you instead of at Max who quietly admitted that he overheard most of that interaction.

“You alright?” Max’s hand found your back, rubbing small circles on your skin. It wasn’t the least bit comforting. Your best friend was trying to console you after you had just been rejected by your other best friend. You wanted to crawl into a hole and hide away from the world. 

“No,” you sighed, grabbing your glass and raising it up to your lips. You swallowed all of it in a few short seconds and slammed it back down on the table. “I need another one.”

Max grabbed your arm before you could go anywhere, “Don’t do anything stupid, Y/N.”

“Oh you mean like tell my best friend I have feelings for him even though he has never once hinted at having any sort of feelings for me?” You asked, sarcasm dripping from your tongue. Max sank back against the cushion of the booth. “Yeah, too late for that one so I don’t think the night can get any worse.”

God you were so very wrong.

———————

Max tried to keep an eye on you for the rest of the night, but he was caught between you and Lando. He was his friend first and it was his race weekend so when Lando called him over to do shots, he couldn’t say no. You were all out celebrating his successful podium, the only person who wasn’t having a good time was you. 

You had just come back from the washroom when you spotted Lando and Max chatting by the bar. Lando himself was a few drinks in and if your conversation from earlier was weighing heavily on his mind like it was for you, he was doing a damn good job at hiding it.

And then Lando did something unexpected. 

When you approached them, with the sole intent of telling Max you were getting another drink, Lando’s hand slipped around your waist. It literally had you losing your train of thought mid-sentence. 

He had been touchy all weekend, but that was before you decided to wear your heart on your sleeve. His fingers on your bare skin sent a shiver throughout your entire body and you tensed up next to him.

On one hand, you wanted to lean into his touch. You relished over the fact that you were still the one he wanted to be around, even if you meant two completely different things to each other.

On the other hand, you wanted to scream at him. He was leading you on by putting his arm around you when you both knew he had no other intentions. Drunk Lando was still on a high from the podium, he felt like a king. He knew how much you craved being with him and he was eating it up, stringing you along for no reason at all.

“Lando,” you curled your fingers around his hand and peeled it off of you. “Please, don’t touch me.”

His eyebrows pinched together, “What? I’m supposed to treat you differently now because I know that you like me?”

Ouch. 

Max uncomfortably looked between the two of you, trying to decide if he should interfere or not.

“No, just don’t touch me. You have no reason to,” you kept your voice firm even though your heart was shattering on the inside. 

“It didn’t mean anything,” Lando assured you. The underlying sharp tone in his words struck a nerve as he turned on the defence. It didn't mean anything, it never meant anything. He looked you once over and turned towards Max, “I’m grabbing another drink.” He nodded his head towards the bar, signalling for Max to follow him. You were left alone with nothing but a flash of an apologetic look as he trailed behind Lando. 

You could have used another drink as well, but you didn’t want Lando to get the wrong idea and think that you were following him, so you waited, leaning against the railing that overlooked the first floor of the club.

“I’m still waiting for that thank you.”

You recognized the French accent and scoffed as Pierre came and stood next to you. He glanced at the dance floor below you for a second, but his striking blue eyes landed on yours. 

“Piss off, Gasly, I’m not in the mood,” you told him, turning your body completely so you were now pressed against the railing. You rested your arms on top of the metal bar, but that didn’t ward him off. If anything, Pierre appreciated the challenge and stepped in closer, knocking his hip against yours.

“What’s wrong, ma chéri?” 

“First of all, I’m not your chéri,” you tried to mimic his accent but he only found it amusing and chuckled. “Second, I said piss off.” 

Pierre rested his finger beneath your chin, once again guiding your attention towards him and away from the dance floor. You could tell by the look in his eye alone that he wasn’t about to give you the space you asked for. 

“I didn’t think you had a temper,” he said, his voice nearly drowned out by the bass of the song coming from the speakers. He then lightly dragged his thumb over your bottom lip and your breath caught in your throat. “You’re always so sweet in the paddock, but I kind of like this side of you.”

“You really can’t take no for an answer, can you?” You retorted, sounding a lot more confident than you felt. You were only human, Pierre was hot. Plus he had a way with words and could quite literally melt you if he tried hard enough. 

It didn’t help that you had lost count of the number of drinks you had. You also wanted to stay as far away from Lando as possible for the time being and if that just so happened to leave you falling into the arms of one of the other drivers then so be it. 

You weren’t with Lando, he made that perfectly clear. 

“Y/n, if you really wanted me to stop you would have walked away by now,” his accent rang through your ears, along with the truth that you didn’t want to accept. 

But his hand was still cupping your jaw. His eyes were still pulling you in. Your entire body had turned towards him, having given up quite quickly on trying to close him out. 

There was a physical attraction, you couldn’t deny that. Was it only making itself known because the future you wanted with Lando had now been ripped to shreds? Were you only attracted to Pierre because you were slightly intoxicated and wanted a distraction from the horrible turn this night had taken?

These were questions you didn’t want the answer to. 

Pierre dipped his head, his lips hovered over top of yours. If you tilted your chin up even the slightest bit they would have connected, but something told you that Pierre was holding off for a reason. He wanted to pull you in more, leave you begging for something you might regret in the morning. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked, placing his hand on your waist. The feeling of his rings on your skin was intoxicating. The sterling silver band was cold but his touch was warm and inviting. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer so you just nodded. You told yourself this would be the one time you’d follow Pierre anywhere. 

He interlocked his fingers with yours and turned around, leading the way out of the club. The two of you got halfway down the staircase before you heard your name being called behind you. 

Craning your neck, you looked up to see Lando standing there. A mix of confusion and judgement was painted all over his face. 

“Where the hell are you going?” He called out, his eyes landing on where your hand connected with Pierre’s.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be home before ten,” Pierre joked, earning him a backhanded slap on the chest from you. You pulled your hand from his and walked back up the stairs, using the top of the bannister for balance when you stopped on the last step, looking up at Lando.

“Are you serious?” Lando scoffed, gesturing towards Pierre. “You said nothing was going on.”

“Yeah that was three hours ago,” you said. “I’m a grown woman, Lando. I can make my own decisions.”

“You’re making a shitty one.”

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t care about your opinion.”

“You seemed to care about it a lot this morning, and yesterday and every fucking day before that.”

You shrugged, “Things change.”

Lando shook his head, his tongue poking out to lick his lips. He was drunk, you both were. This was not a conversation that should have been happening, but no one was stopping you.

“You don’t get to become a bitch to me just because I said I don’t have feelings for you.”

Your eyes widened, “Excuse me how am I being a bitch? Because I’m leaving the club with someone other than you? Because someone else has my attention for once? So sorry I don’t want to sit on your couch for the thousandth time and watch reruns of the fucking Office until you remember to tell me that my flight home is booked for eight am tomorrow.”

Because that would always happen. Lando would send you your boarding pass late Sunday nights and it would be a silent reminder that you couldn’t go with him to the next race, that you weren’t someone he cared enough about to keep around permanently. You’d pass out on the couch in his hotel room and in the morning he’d drive you to the airport, telling you that he was happy you came. Not because he loved you, not because he performed better when you were around, but because you were just one of his friends. Nothing more.

“Okay, I’ll make it easier for you,” Lando said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but his screen lit up his face and you could see the concentration in his features. After a few seconds, he locked his phone and smiled at you, “There. If you want to be ungrateful then that’s not a problem, I just cancelled your ticket. Have fun finding a new way home.”

“Oh you asshole,” you pushed on his chest and he stumbled back a bit, the drink in his hand spilling over the sides. “You just want me to need you, that’s all it’s ever been. You don’t give a shit about me or my feelings, you just don’t want me needing anyone else.”

“I don’t give a shit about you?”  Lando practically yelled your words back to you. “Who’s the one who pays for you to come out to the races? Whose house do you stay at when you visit Monaco? Who makes sure you get five-start-fucking-treatment during race weekends?” He paused, his gaze landing on Pierre who had now walked up those few steps to stand behind you. “I’m pretty sure it’s not this French fucker.”

“You’ve been paying for my friendship, Lando,” you spat. “You bring me along to these things because you know I always put you on some kind of pedestal. I practically worship the ground you walk on, that’s the only reason why you keep me around.”

He opened his mouth to retaliate but his jaw tightened and his lips pressed into a thin line. If he had an argument to that, it wasn’t strong enough to prove you wrong. 

“It’s my own fault for thinking your gestures meant anything more,” you admitted to him. “And it’s my own fault for falling in love with you when I knew damn well you’d never do the same.”

There it was. That four letter word. It had remained unspoken in this context for so long, but it was out in the open now. You finally admitted, not just that you loved Lando, but that you were in love with him. And not in a past-tense sort of way.

You were still stupidly in love with him, despite everything that had been said. 

It probably only took a few seconds for you to realise just how much you loved him but it was going to take a hell of a lot longer for those feelings to disappear. 

Falling in love was quick. It was effortless. It was carefree and light and it left you feeling blindly optomistic.

Falling out of love was painful. It was hard, it was a treacherous path that would leave you feeling empty and scarred and the only person to blame was yourself. 

“Honestly, Lando,” your voice trembled, but you kept going, “I wish I’d never met you.”

For once, he was the one who looked like his heart had been ripped out of his chest, “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” you nodded slowly. You felt Pierre’s hand on your back, but you quickly shook it off. “You make my life a living hell because I am constantly chasing after a man who strings me along but never wants me. I would be so much happier if you didn’t consume all of my waking thoughts, if I didn’t have to worry about when I’d see you next, if I didn’t love you.” 

You didn’t want to give him a chance to respond. There was nothing he could say at this point that would make this situation any easier.

So you turned around, pushing past Pierre and making your way down the stairs. You heard the hurried footsteps behind you, but you didn’t get your hopes up into thinking it was Lando that was following you. 

It was Pierre. He placed his hand on the small of your back and led you towards the side entrance of the club, knowing that paparazzi would be crowding the main street. 

“You don’t need to stay with me, I’ll just get an Uber back,” you said, but the way your voice broke matched the defeated look in your eyes and Pierre just shook his head.

“I’m not leaving you, Y/N, not after that. I may not have the best track record with women, but I’m not a total dick.” Pierre slid his blazer off and draped it over your shoulders before stepping out of the crowded club and into a back alley. He glanced at his phone to see when the Uber would arrive and then looked back at you. 

There were tears forming in your eyes and Pierre reached out for you, gently grabbing your arm to pull you into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and swayed back and forth on his heels, resting his chin on top of your head as your staggered breaths hit the front of his shirt.

“Lando will wake up one day and realise what he lost,” Pierre assured you, a slight chuckle followed his words. You wanted to believe him, you really did. 

But in the back of your mind, you knew that whatever connection you had with Lando was officially over. He wasn’t going to need you, not anymore, not after tonight. 

And those would be the words you would have to tell yourself over and over until eventually, you no longer needed him too. 

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what do we think, are we team lando or team pierre? all parts here

{Unexpected Memories and Hospitality} - Shylock SSR Card Story Translation

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Shylock's 2023 White Day SSR ☽༓･⁺˚‧͙

Ft. Akira and Murr as... cats?

Thank you so much @amorest-viesse for proof reading <3

Chapter 1

While strolling through the Blue Rose Garden with Shylock, we stumbled upon a rest area with a beautiful view.

Shylock: What do you think, Master Sage? Would you like to relax a bit here?

Shylock: If you'd like, you can take the sofa there.

Akira: Thank you very much. In that case, I'll take up on that offer.

As I sat down on the sofa, a man pushing a trolley with a pot of tea on it walked by.

Server: Would you like a cup of tea? This rose-tea was brewed using the very pride of our garden; the blue rose.

Akira: Huh? T-thank you very much.

Shylock: Thank you very much, Murr. That's very considerate of you.

Akira: Huh? Murr??

Server: …

Particles of light started swirling around the man and the next thing I knew he had turned into Murr.

Murr: Wehehe, busted!

Akira: I didn't notice it was you at all! Why did you disguise yourself like that?

Murr: I saw some people servin’ the guests earlier and I thought it looked like fun!

Shylock: It was certainly a sight to see you pour tea with such courtesy and sophistication.

Murr: That was me, but it wasn't rea～lly me... was it?

Murr: Perhaps the answer is right in front of our eyes! Come on, Master Sage! Drink some of your tea!

Akira: R-right… Huh?

Just as I bring the cup to my lips, the tea flies out. Then, it starts swirling around me as if it was dancing.

Akira: T-the tea?! It's dancing?!

The liquid floats around in the air, transforming itself into different shapes. I blinked repeatedly as the tea moved like it was alive.

Murr: A tea greeting to you, Master Sage! It's a treat from me!

Akira: Amazing!! And kind of cute too.!

Shylock: Fufu, all this spinning about is fine, but… I’d much prefer to savour the scent of the tea as opposed to watching it dance.

Shylock murmurs as he turns his gaze towards the flying tea.

Shylock: Why don't you take a rest in a teacup like the quiet, reflective surface of the water at night.

As if prompted by Shylock’s words, the tea slowly returned to its teacup.

Chapter 2

Shylock: Now then, Master Sage. Kiss it goodnight.

Akira: S-sure…

Akira: (Kiss it goodnight? Does he mean to drink it?)

Akira: …Mmph! It’s super tasty…!

Murr: Do ya like it? What dance would ya wanna see next?

Shylock: Dancing tea is nice, but if you’re up for it, how about some blue rose cake?

Shylock: You can only find such fine decorations hidden within this garden. They'll be sure to please, Master Sage.

As Shylock spoke, he lifted the clear tray cover by the teapot that Murr had brought.

Akira: Woah, it looks just like a jewellery box… It’s so beautiful.

Shylock: Allow me.

Akira: Thank you very much…!

With an elegant hand, Shylock cut the cake with a smooth stroke. His sophisticated movements fit perfectly with the gorgeous atmosphere.

Akira: (That’s just like Shylock. He always pays great attention to detail. I wonder if it’s okay for me to just be sitting here…?)

Murr: Hm, Master Sage? Are ya feelin' nervous?

Akira: Ahaha, well… It does make me a bit nervous to be treated so well in a place as beautiful as this.

Shylock: There’s no need to worry. People are here to relax with their loved ones.

Shylock: Master Sage, please enjoy your time here to your heart's content.

Akira: Thank you very much. I guess…

Akira: (I said that but…)

Shylock: ...Your expression remains the same.

Shylock: In that case, why don't you learn a little something about being carefree from a familiar figure and let loose for a bit?

Akira: A familiar figure...?

Shylock: Yes. Close your eyes, Master Sage.

Akira: Sure…

Shylock: 《Invibelle》

Shylock: … Now then, open your eyes again.

Akira: (...Hm? This..?)

When I opened my eyes, the world seemed much larger around me. As I was about to ask Shylock what he had done…

Akira: Meeoow. … Meo-?

Murr: Master Sage turned into a cat! Meow!

At Murr’s words, I quickly looked down at my body and noticed it was covered with fluffy fur.

Shylock: Fufu, cats are masters of doing whatever they like no matter where they are, no? I thought that if I turned Master Sage into one it would help them relax.

Akira: Meow!? (Huuuh!?)

Chapter 3

Shylock: While the Master Sage is always adorable, I must say, this form is quite cute as well.

Shylock smiled as he slowly bent down and gently stroked my head.

Akira: Meeooow…

He strokes my head with such expertise that I can’t help but start purring.

Akira: (It feels nice to be petted. Cats have it good…)

Shylock: Fufu, oh my.

Murr: Ah that looks so fun, Master Sage! I want to be a cat too!

Murr: 《Eanul Rambul》

Akira: Mya?!

Murr: Meow Meow!!

Akira: (Murr really became a cat!?)

Murr: Meow meooow!

Akira: Meeow…

Murr began to happily chase me around, and for some reason, with my newfound cat instincts, I enjoyed it as well.

Shylock: Oh my, this…

I stopped when I heard a voice above me, and Shylock bent down to stroke my head again.

Shylock: That might be a little too much.

Shylock: My dear kitty, would you like to play with me next?

Akira: Mya?

As Shylock offered his hand to me, I found myself reaching out as if giving him a pawshake. Suddenly, my whole body begins to glow.

Akira: Mya.. Ah.. Am I back to normal?

Murr: I’m back too! Well then, let’s add the finishing touches!!

Murr: 《Eanul Rambul》

Akira: Woah, fireworks…!

Shylock: 《Invibelle》

As the fireworks exploded, their falling sparks transformed into blue roses. It was magical to see the petals fall down as if they were colouring the sky.

Akira: How lovely…

Shylock: Then, Master Sage. Did you enjoy our hospitality?

Akira: Yes! It was a lot of fun… Did you two plan this ahead of time?

Murr: What what? What are ya talking about?

Shylock: It appears our hearts resonated with one another, and all we had to do was listen.

Shylock: Though… I suppose Murr gave me the idea.

Shylock: Master Sage, why don't I treat you to something special next time, just you and me?

Murr: Ah!! Shylock is trying to hog Master Sage all to himself!!

Shylock: Shh.

Shylock lightly teases Murr who responds with a laugh.** Looking at the two of them I can't help but laugh too.

Akira: Ahaha, I’m looking forward to it!

Then, with Shylock leading the way, we began to walk through the garden as flower petals danced all around us.

Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: Elder Scrolls

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Sheogorath (Elder Scrolls)/Reader

Characters: Sheogorath (Elder Scrolls), Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Prison, Caretaking

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Next thing you knew is that you were in a completely different place. No longer were you in the dimly lit dungeon, but within a room with large stone walls and a few stained-glass windows.

How did you get there so quickl-

Your savior carefully put you on a wooden table. Out of nowhere, you were in a room with a small crowd.

Sheogorath turned to his servants, "I need water to clean the wound."

A few of them spun around hastily and fetched some water while the Daedric Prince was inspecting your leg.

Yes, one of the guards had slashed your leg... though you do not even know what crimes you have committed.

"Let us hope it is not infected yet.... I should have listened to your prayers sooner, apologies."

Your chest tightened and you spoke, "I did not intend on summoning you, My Lord."

"Well, but you still called for someone. And I answered."

The Madgod smiled at you.

"You have gone through so much, little mortal, but no worries. I am here."

For a second, it felt like time stopped as those golden eyes gazed upon you with softness and pure intention. That was not a thing that you thought would come from a Daedric Prince, yet... there they were.

You could now see them clearly with the light coming through the large windows unlike when you both were in the prison.

The Madgod's face seemed soft, but also very sharp. Their cheekbones were chiseled. Thanks to her beard, their face looked more masculine even though all of his features were the peak of androgyny. They had slightly pointed ears which were shorter than those of a normal mer. Their grey, but close to white hair was slicked back and mostly tucked between their ears.... although a rowdy strand got loose and was hanging in his face. Sheogorath's face and ears were adorned with golden piercings. There was a stud in their right nostril, a golden ring in their bottom lip and a few mismatched piercings on their ears.

While you were distracted by the absurdity of the Daedric Prince's beauty, the servants returned with a bucket of clean water and a rag. Your staring did not stop.

"I will clean their wound," Sheogorath mumbled to his servants after they try to help you.

Any other Daedric Prince would have ordered someone to do this for them, but the Madgod really was unlike his kind, huh?

Sheogorath calmly inspected your exposed wound. The blade had cut through your pants and your flesh. The Daedric Prince frowned at the thought of ripping your pantleg, but it had to be done. Even then they were careful.

"Does not seem infected... and trust me, I know what an infected wound looks like."

After the inspection, you gripped the table as the Madgod cleaned your wound.

The Daedric Prince looked up from your wound and asked, "Do you know any healing spells, darling?"

You nodded and Sheogorath stopped cleaning your wound.

"All right, I will intensify the spell by using my energy. I would love to heal you, but that is sadly out my abilities."

Once you looked down, you saw the claw-like hand enter your view. Their nails were long and black. A gradiant ran up to their elbows were it slowly ended in their natural skin color.

You took their hand carefully. A bright light emerged from the Madgod's veins and travelled towards you until it reached your finger tips.

The energy that hit you nearly electrified you.

The urge to pull away was strong, but you felt safe among the Daedric Prince.

"Try a healing spell!"

Looking down at your trembling hand, you raised slightly before you turned your energy into magic, or in this case a familiar healing spell. A golden light gleamed in your hands and you started to feel the energy of the Daedric Prince as your own energy got weaker. You took a look at your leg to see the gash heal rapidly.

"Incredible. Well done, darling. Now... onto more pressing matters..."

The Madgod grabbed you quickly and without any remorse of scaring you. They were now inches away from your face.

"I cannot let you leave until I know that you are safe and well. I want to make sure that you are safe after leaving the isles and that you can live freely on Nirn. This is... a standard procedure."

You look past Sheogorath. The servants were nodding eagerly.

The Madgod's voice had a cynical kick to it as he spoke, "Oh and... I will also bring you new clothes to wear... your poor pants payed the price of being worn. Apologies."

You did have to say that for servants of Sheogorath... they were incredibly well-dressed.

The grip around your arm loosened and the Daedric Prince stood up straight before brushing some dust off their fancy suit.

"All right. My servants will do the rest."

Sheogorath tried to remain serious, mysterious and well... Daedric, but they smiled at you. It was a kind smile.

After the master left, the servants basically ambushed you with kindness and assistance of any kind. They helped you get dressed and you looked at yourself in the mirror.

The colorful spectrum of fabric fit you well and the golden adornments only lightened up the entire outfit. The jacket you liked especially, with its embroidery of fantastical flowers that you had never seen before.

You noticed how the lighting got dimmer and you made your way to a little balcony.

Of course, it was natural to be shocked and amazed at such a landscape. You had read of the Shivering isles, but you never would have imagined it to see it with your own eyes.

"So the bright side is Mania and the gloomy side is Dementia.... interesting," you thought out loud.

Is this the place for this kind of thing? Whatever I’ve been writing for 4 hours, I have it right now.

55 minutes and Counting.

U

His clumsy footsteps echoed out down the narrow hallway of the hotel, the light brown carpet did little to muffle the sound of his heavy steps quickly. I was following closer behind him, dressed in a white button down shirt loosely tucked into the front of his slightly tighter fitting black dress pants and his heels had already slipped out of the back of his black dress shoes. His black hair was already messy with the heat of heavy drinking which too, painted his cheeks a special shade of crimson as his body crumbled into the painted white walls next to the dark brown wooden door of our hotel room causing the side of his forehead to knock into the wall unintentionally quickly before his breath deepened heavily unsteadily with a loss of control causing subtle beads of sweat to appear around his hair line. He averted his gaze over his shoulder in my direction with a slightly uneasiness panic causing his gaze to soften with weakness quickly as he began to fade from his eyes quickly with his gaze more deeply searching mine quickly before he slams his right hand downwards against the silver metal door handle to the hotel room slamming it open without hesitation quickly. He exhales unsteadily with his quicker heartbeat causing him to grab my wrist abruptly with his fingers wrapping around the outside of my wrist quickly as he rushes forwards into the empty dark hotel room in front of us with his hand tightening around my wrist uncomfortably, my feet carry me after him without hesitation heavily lost in messy silhouette quickly before he stops about 5 feet into the hotel room causing him to spin around on his left foot abruptly with his uneven breath. His eyes deepen with complete loose of control and focus quickly causing him to step towards me immediately with him backing me back into the dark town wooden door quickly as the back of my bare shoulders push into the door quickly causing him to slam his left hand into the door behind my head followed by the door soaking shut behind me. The door frame shakes abruptly ending chills up my spine quickly causing him to press the palm of his hand against the front of my neck with heavy intention quickly as he tilts his chin downwards towards mine quickly causing his forehead to grid against mine with his slightly sweatier dyed black hair falling downwards into his eyes quickly before his eyes flick down my face, assessing me quickly causing the corners of his lips to push up into an intoxicated quickly. He exhales sharply quickly causing him to tilt his head to the side quickly as his lips slam into mine purposely quickly causing my lips to tingle quickly with the pressure of his lips against mine quickly before I tilt my chin up to his immediately to push my lips back into his quickly causing the palm of his hand pressed against the front of my neck beginning to tinted quickly with intention quickly. He shoves his fingers up into the back of my hair causing his hand to tighten against the back of my head, forcing my chin up into his quickly as he nudges his lips apart briefly with the pressure of his tongue against my bottom lip quickly causing me to taste the heavy flavour of tequila on his tongue quickly before he steps forwards me towards quickly causing the front of his hips to press into mine with intentional pressure. I feel the pressure of a lump in the centre of his hips through the black fabric of his dress pants quickly causing the heat of his heart beat becoming slightly more noticeable in between his hips quickly as my back arches unintentionally with the pressure of his hips against the front of mine causing my chin to tilt upwards towards his quickly before his left hand tightens heavily in the back of my hair slightly painfully quickly causing my body to melt heavily with a complete lack of control into the dark brown wooden door behind me quickly. My breath deepens heavier with a slightly deeper lack of control and discomfort quickly causing my lips to pop off of his quickly as I press the palm of my hand against the outside of the back of his shoulder quickly.

I feel my hands becoming slightly number and heavier on the back of his shoulders quickly causing the pressure of his hips pressure of his hips pressing forwards into mine to intensify with immediate quickly as his lips pop off of mine quickly causing his breath to become slightly more laboured with his quickening heart rate before he nudges his left eyebrow up slightly arrogantly with direction quickly causing his eyes to flick down his face quickly. “Get up, now—you ain’t gon threaten me downtown and not gonna come through now? Huh? Don’t play with me, we’re past that. Up, nowww…” He says impatiently his voice becoming slightly rougher with frustration quickly causing his breath to shake with his request quickly as he lets his left hand slide downwards against the dark brown wooden door quickly causing him to push his hand against the outside of my right thigh quickly, his hand tightening quickly before he pushes his hand under the back of my thigh quickly causing him grunt quickly with effort. He lifts me up off the tile floor quickly causing him to hop upwards into the pressure of his arm lifting me up without hesitation quickly as I arch my back intentionally with slight impatience and annoyance at the sound of his voice causing him to wrap my legs around his waist intentionally quickly before I let my lower back slide down brown wooden door behind him to directly meet his hips quickly causing me to grid my hips forwards into his intentionally quickly. I push my fingers into the sides of his black hair intentionally pushing his sweaty hair out of his face quickly causing me to tilt my head to the side to study his face thoughtfully quickly as I laugh quietly to myself at his self-inflicted discomfort quickly causing him to twist the edges of his black hair around my fingers quickly. “Careful, I can keep you up here for 24 hours following my every wish if you would just fucking cooperate, stupid fucking man.” I say impatiently, slightly threateningly causing me to dig my fingers into his scalp, grabbing fistfuls of his black sweaty hair quickly as I lean forwards off of the wall into him quickly causing my lips to spam into his heavily quickly before he pulls his left hand buried deeply in my hair out of my hair quickly causing his head to tilt to the side in the direction of my hand buried deep in my hair quickly. He steps backwards away from the door down the small narrow hallway in the direction of large queen sized bed pushed against the far wall of the hotel room quickly causing his black leather dress shoes to thud clumsily against the light brown carpet floor quickly as his hand tighten heavily against the back of my thighs quickly causing him to step forwards towards the end of the bed quickly before he tilts his head to the side pressing his lips against mine slightly more heavily causing his tongue to push downwards against mine calculatedly but messily with the heavy taste of tequila on his saliva quickly. He puts me down on the end of the queen sized abruptly but sure enough; with care causing him to lean forwards over me with me leaning further into the kiss quickly as his slightly messier sweaty black hair falls downwards across his forehead into his eyes quickly causing his chin to tilt downwards away from mine with his red swollen lips popping off of mine quickly before he nudges the tip of his tongue downwards against his bottom lip quickly causing his eyes to flash with a slight lack of care and loose of complete control in his eyes when he meets my gaze quickly. His forehead creases heavily between his eyebrows with discomfort and frustration causing him to press the palm of his left hand into my knee with him tilting my chin upwards to his quickly as he nudges the palm of his left hand into the centre of his chest causing his thumb to pressure against the white button of his button up shirt effortlessly before his shirt falls open to reveal slightly sweatier chest glistening in the dim light of the skyline glowing on the other side the large window next to the end quickly.

“Aishhh—I don’t wanna fake it, we’re going until we’re both done; I don’t give a fuck if it breaks me, fucking break me than, I dare you.” He says seriously, his voice deepening with conviction and impatience causing his voice to drag out into a slightly impatient whine followed by him pressing the palm of his hand upwards against his forehead to rack his slightly knotty, sweaty hair out of his face unevenly quickly. His jaw clenched with the uncomfortable heat of his body causing his eyes to glow with the deeper red light glowing from the neighbouring glass skyscraper on the other side of the large glass window lining the walk next to our soon-to-be bed. I took his harsh words as a challenge rather than a threat, he had guts of steels and I didn’t care, the world around him was already starting to blur. My hands clenched around the cream white blankets covering the body beneath me causing him to push my body upwards towards the light brown wooden headboard and the three flatten pillows quickly. Upon loosing himself in the heat bathing the hotel room, he lunged forwards onto the mattress with a quick grunt with effort followed by his left knee slamming in between my thighs into the mattress quickly as his breathing shook a loosing sense of control—he hated it, feeling helpless like this, and drinking from the mini bar didn’t help his intoxicated state either. He pushed his eyebrows together with frustration causing his head to cock to the side with his slightly longer black hair sticking across his forehead quickly as he slams his left hand forwards into the front of his shoulder with his inching forwards towards my collar bone, he shoved my body down into the mattress unapologetically quickly. His lower abdomen and chest pressed down against mine without hesitation quickly causing my skin to tingle with the bare skin of his chest pressing against mine from his fallen open white button up shirt—his hips following shortly with the fronts of hips slamming forwards into mine with intense pressure causing me to feel the noticeable outline in the front of his once poorly fitting dress pants quickly. He tucked his chin downwards towards his chest causing his intoxicated eyes to flick down my body quickly with the tip of his tongue pushing forwards over the bottom of his lip to lick it quickly as he exhales unsteadily causing the once quiet thudding of his heart in his chest becoming slightly more noticeable quickly before I winced with slight shock with the intense pressure of his hips against mine causing my stomach to twist into nausea quickly. His eyes flicked up across my face to meet my gaze with brief calculation and burning desire causing his dark eyes to flick up to mine to lock onto mine quickly before his forehead ground down against mine quickly causing his eyes to flick shut with a brief sense of relief. He exhales unintentionally through softly parted lips causing his forehead to grid to the side on mine quickly as he shoved his lips forwards into mine without hesitation, the bitter-sweet taste of his alcoholic saliva spreading on my lips quickly causing his tongue to slip into my mouth quickly. His left hand tightens its grasp around the outside of my shoulder with his fingertips scraping into my skin to drag the thin strap of my black silk dress off of my shoulder as I pressed my hand into the back of his bicep, pushing up my hand upwards to the back of his shoulders quickly causing my fingertips to tighten around the back of his white button up t shirt quickly before I nudge my heel downwards against the back of his calf with persuasion causing my knees to spread around his torso pressing down against mine. The pressure of his body against mine was too much—I was drowning in it already and I hadn’t even felt his breath in my ears, the thought spread throughout my body like wild fire causing my back to quickly arch with the pressure of his body against mine quickly, my hips rotating upwards and gridding into his methodically with direction.

I quickly lifted my right leg up off of the mattress to wrap my legs around his hips intentionally, my black silk dress pushing up over my hips and slightly sliding upwards over my belly button quickly as I slam my hand into the palm of his hand causing the palm of my hand to massage the centre of hand rhythmically quickly before I press my right hand upwards into his shoulder to pull the white fabric of his button up shirt off of his shoulder with growing impatience quickly. He lets out a slightly surprised gasp with the immediate pressure of my hips against his, causing the immediate throbbing of his heartbeat in the slightly thicker lump in the centre of his hips to intensify quickly as his lips separate quickly with his unsteady and impatient breath causing his gaze to harden with heavier intoxication and carelessness before he rolls his head to the side on his shoulders quickly, his black hair falling off of the side of his head quickly causing the corners of his lips to push up into a manic cynical smile. “Eghh~ are you fuckin’ kidding me? Yaa—!” His eyes flick back in his head quickly causing his pupils to disappear for an instant before flicking back to mike to lock on my gaze with frustration and discomfort causing him to lunge forwards directly in top of me, with my shoulders sliding upwards against the mattress quickly as his hips slam forwards into mine with slight angst causing his lower abdomen to tighten with barely noticeable abs, his lower tummy turning a slightly brighter shade of red in the red tinge of the light quickly before he grids his hips forwards into mine with a slightly slower natural rhythm causing his breath to lower to become slightly shorter and deeper to form a low loan quickly. He shoves his right hand downwards against the centre of my back with his fingertips softly and effortlessly tightening around the zipper on the back of my dress causing the slightly cold cream-coloured sheets to press against my bare skin quickly as he leans forwards over me quickly causing him to press the palm of his left hand into my chin with sincere passion followed by his sweatier black hair brushing forwards against my forehead quickly. “Tonight, I’m the bad guy—I’m gon’ pull you apart from the inside, piece by piece...” He insists with impatience; his voice lowering and becoming slightly rougher with intoxication quickly as his gaze hardens with seriousness, loosing himself into his intoxication quickly. His jaw dropped open softly with his bottom lip pushing downwards over his bottom to slight clench with deepening discomfort and growing intoxicated rage. The air between us was hardly sickeningly humid, stifling to for either of us to suck in short breaths. I couldnt stand the sight of him already, and he barely laid his soft palms against my skin—the tension was already starting to burn a whole in my chest. I quickly averted my gaze up to his willingly, causing my back to arch downwards into the white blankets beneath us as my nose slightly roughly knocked into his causing him to breath in his short uncomfortable breaths. My gaze hardened direction and growing impatience for his condition, my eyes flicking down his face assessing him. “It’ll be morning in a few hours, you’d better not waste any time.” I speak harshly, my eyes quickly averting up to his to meet his intoxicated slightly darker eyes fixed on mine quickly as I tilt my head to the side with intention, causing my lips to push into his with slightly stronger and sickened pressure before the palm of his left hand tightens more strongly around my chin causing scattered bluish veins to pop out of his pale hands. The tip of his bitter sweet tongue melted into mine sweetly with the smooth stickiness of his saliva beginning to softly run out of the corners of my mouth with the growing passion of his kiss as he shoves the palm of his left hand downwards into the front of my chest causing his shirt fingernails to sink into my skin.

His lips quickly popped off of mine with a sharp desperate exhale as he had been drowning—his dizzy eyes darted around the dimly light room with the reddish light glowing off of his nose sweatier cheeks, his breath hot and raged. His eyebrows furrowed with discomfort causing expression lines to appear above his eyebrows as his upper cheeks tighten softly, forcing his eyes to a quick squint with discomfort and impatience as he leans backwards off of me onto his ankles immediately. His cream coloured button up shirt falling open in the front to relieve his pale skin glistening with sweet covering his slightly more toned abs spread across his lower tummy quickly, the sweat stains forming around the centre of the chest of his once cream coloured and arm pits were slightly worse in the red light surrounding us quickly. My guts clenched with the sight of him in front of him—a million thoughts rushed into my already blurred mind, all I could to was let out a quick shirt breath quickly. Suddenly, I needed him. The few feet of distance stretched out between was unbearable as he pressed the palm of his left hand against his shoulders to peel off the fabric of his button up shirt quickly causing his gaze to harden with recklessness and lack of modestly. The fronts of his shoulders tighten with muscles around his delicate and slightly sharper collar home quickly causing him to nudge the palm of his left hand against his forehead to rack his slightly messily black hair back out of his face quickly, his hand tightening heavily around his fingers briefly as his eyes flick back in his head quickly causing the tip of his tongue to nudge downwards against his bottom lip sinisterly, slipping away into the moment. His lower waist right above the waist band of his dress pants with slightly more red with irritation quickly causing his eyes pupils quickly flick back to the centre of his eyes quickly, his eyes darkening with heavy desire—the control quickly slipping through his desperate gaze quickly before I quickly press the palms of my hands downwards into the white blanket on top of the blankets to lift myself upwards off of the mattress to meet his unsettled gaze quickly. The back of my head knocking into the black leather of the headboard behind us, I let out a quick gasp with the sensation of my head knocking into the wall. As cliche as it was, the thrill rushed into my heart centre blinding me with desire. His chest sinks with a thicker deep laugh, echoing out quietly through the room quickly causing the corners of his lips to push up into an intoxicated smile as he lunges forwards on top of my body. The front of his hips quickly slamming into mine between my upper thighs quickly, the blood flow and heat radiating from the familiar lump in the centre of his dress pants pressed against my body forcefully made my guts twist within me with uneasiness, the pressure of his hips slamming into mine pushed my body up against the white blanket thrown across the mattress into the black leather of the head board. The back of my shoulders pressed forcefully against the back leather of the bed board with the two flat pillow crumbles quickly with the weight of my body on the pillow quickly causing his hands to left downwards into the mattress on either side of my ribs quickly—the bed frame creaking abruptly with his quick movement causing the fronts of his eyebrows to furrow upwards with weakness at the sound of the bed frame creaking quickly. “Ughhh~ it’s like ecstasy caressing the edges of my brain…don’t you dare loosen your grip!” His voice drags out into an impatient and serious whine with weakness causing his breath to choke gently, the front of his neck tightens with the abrupt choking of his breath as he slide his heavy hand upwards across my chest along my collarbone into my chin, his hand tightening with certainty against my chin quickly tilting up to his with his grip tightening against my chin. I pressed the top of my head backwards into the leather headboard above him causing my chin to tilt up to his quickly.

I wanted him more with the seconds dragging on like hours, I loosened my grip on the white sheets next to my pillow quickly causing my left hand to press upwards into his shoulder to push the white fabric of his blouse off of his shoulder impatiently. My gaze harden with irritation at his still fully clothed state, how many more drinks did he need to strip effortlessly? Still doubting if he could see properly, I clicked my tongue against the inside of my cheek with direction. He dragged his now heavier knee upwards closer to the back of my hips with his knee pressing downwards into the scrunched up white comforter spread out across the mattress beneath my body. His breathe shock with his intoxication causing his lips to burn with the heat of our kiss. His pretty heavy lips that were usually curved into a frown glistened in the dim reddish light glowing from the other side of the window causing the tip of his tongue to press downwards against the bottom of his front teeth with his lips parting delicately. A small string of my saliva running down the side of his bottom lip to the centre before he quickly licked my saliva off of his lips quickly causing his eyebrows to furrow upwards with discomfort. His bottom lip sucked in slightly heavily to his mouth with the frustration of our position quickly—his mind struggling to hang onto his composure that he had held from early in the night. His dignity, like mine was quickly slipping through our fingertips as his body burned with passion. I missed his touch already from the moment we stepped through the door frame. I barely got to have a taste test, is he doing this on purpose I wonder with my hands slithering up from the outside of his collarbone up the sides of his neck. I clasp the palms of my hands over the outsides of his ears, the cold metal of his earrings stinging against my sweaty palms. I tighten my fingertips in his hair, grabbing handfuls of it and pulling it back out of his eyes. He winces with discomfort and pleasure at the pressure causing his chin to immediately tilt up to mine with a quick sharp exhale. His hot breath spreading across my chin with excitement in his slightly unsteadily exhale. The corners of his lips curving upwards into a slightly unsettled intoxicated smile with anticipation as his unsteady breath deepened in a quiet laugh, he tilted his chin downwards towards my chest. His hair falling forwards his forehead.

I tangle my slim fingertips into his thin black hair, of which he had no shortage of it. A few strands of his fringe cling to his forehead like the first snow of winter on the warmth of a windshield. His forehead glistens in the crimson light with perspiration, the steady blood flow to his cheeks from his heated state. His skin received a natural, but the slightly augmented glow from the 550 won bottle of sake we polished off an hour after midnight with the darkness settling into the city. I tightened my grip on his hair with my hands pulling his body closer to mine with his hand sliding off of my lower waist onto the white comforter spread out beneath us. I was ready, and by the look of his hazy eyes, he wouldn't last long. It sickened me, but I still needed it. I forced myself out of the daze for a moment upon sitting up quickly in front of him. I wiped my hair off of my forehead with the heat of our bodies, the room was muggy even with the window propped open a couple of inches. His hips and thighs were pressed against the back of mine leaving me in a vulnerable, less than desirable position. It irritated me, his sweat glistens on his toned stomach, and the way his once ironed shirt was now wrinkled around his shoulders. I furrowed my brow with my eyes flicking up to his, I was still shy of his intense gaze.

"Take your clothes off, all of them. I like those pants, I don't want you to end up with come all over them. I'm not gonna stop wanting you,

Passion is not perfection, perfection while incredibly technical is still vapid. And he gave me passion, although it was messy and made me feel dirty inside, it was a good drug. He was a good drug.

With my hands neatly clasped on his cheeks, I curved my hips forward on top of his without hesitation blindly. My back

the truth is, i cant talk with his tongue in my mouth. and a blissful silence in was.

I didn’t realize how bad I’d want him. I can feel it under my skin.

I watched as a million led lights bloomed in his eyes like fireworks, locking onto his gaze.

Sinhwa Fire, Flower, Rage/ Anger Hwaseong = Mars

I push my hand up against the side of his neck into his sweatier messy black hair causing my hand to tighten softly in the side of his hair, tugging on his hair softly

Snapshot! | Mark Lee

mark lee x reader

genre: fluff

summary: mark tends to hide from the camera but after a few glasses of wine, you find that when tipsy, he suddenly is more than happy to be in your photos and also be the one taking them

words:  1.8K+

a/n: this was loosely based off of my own experience with my tipsy camera shy friends

Crouching in front of the row of grape vines, you adjusted your camera’s focus and aperture settings, aiming to capture the exact image you desired.

“Yo, that came out really nice,” Mark comments, leaning over your shoulder to get a better look at your camera’s screen.

Twisting your body to face him, you offer him a childish grin.

“It would be better if you were in it,” you tease whilst trying to not-so-subtly throw him a hint.

He only shakes his head in response, making you frown. Despite being a professional photographer and practically having a camera strapped around your neck 24/7, Mark still has managed to escape nearly every photo you try taking of him, leaving you with either blurry images or ones where he looks like he’s running scared which you then delete at his request. With that being said, you still had some nice ones of him, but they were mostly from the rare occasion he didn’t notice you sneaking around with your camera or when he had given in to your persistence and allowed you to take one of him. He always ends up liking the photos you take, so you can’t help but roll your eyes at the times where he tries to hide from the camera. But then again, you have to admit, you yourself don’t like being in photos that much either; happier to be the one behind the camera than in front of it. It was just at times like these, when you could picture a shot with him in it that would look oh so beautiful, you just wished he would be a little less camera shy. You love all the photos you have of him.

“We should probably start heading to the winery soon though, or we won't have much time for the gardens,” Mark reminds you, standing up from his bent position, leaning over your shoulder, and stretching his arms out over his head.

You nod, glancing at your watch. If you headed down to the winery now for wine tasting, you would still be able to spend another couple of hours in the wine region before heading further up north to the botanic gardens for your picnic and more photo taking.

“I'll drive us there,” Mark announces. “You'll be driving us to the garden and also back home, so it's only fair.”

“It's only a short distance from here though,” you chuckle despite agreeing with his suggestion anyway.

Out of the two of you, Mark was more of a lightweight and since your main purpose of today was to take photos to build up your portfolio, you volunteered to drive after the wine tasting and planned to only test a few selected wines while Mark could knock himself out. You just prayed nothing out of the ordinary would happen.

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In total, Mark had tried about thirteen different wines, the last three being quite strong ones, whilst you sampled about five. The wine guide indicated that the amount you drank was roughly equal to one glass of wine which makes you start to worry about how much Mark drank. You pay for the bottles of wine Mark and you decide to take home, thanking the cashier and picking up the paper bag from the counter before turning around to find Mark is no longer behind you. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you turn around, scanning the area to find he is no longer inside. Poking your head out through the exit door, you exhale a sigh of relief at seeing his figure in the distance, hands in his pockets as he admires a water fountain not too far away. Smiling, you open your camera, stepping outside into the summer sun whilst turning the lens to zoom onto his figure and catch the photo. After checking the shot and being satisfied with the outcome, you make your way over towards Mark.

“It’s quite pretty,” he comments and you nod in response.

You fiddle with the camera settings, adjusting the lighting before sneaking another shot of Mark. The shutter clicks and you prepare yourself for his protests, but none come your way. Confused, you look up at him only to find him still smiling, unusually unbothered by the camera which makes you question him a little bit.

“Come on, let’s look around some more before we drive go to the gardens,” Mark brightens, grabbing your wrist and leading you around the winery.

“Hey, this would look so nice as a photo!” Mark exclaims.

You arrived back at the pavilion by the winery’s entrance, pillars covered in grapevines with marbled floor tilings reflecting the sun’s rays of light. You hold up your camera, looking through the viewfinder and taking a few shots before Mark’s head blocks your view. His eyes crinkle at the sides as he smiles, and his lips are spread out in laughter. You take a photo wanting to capture this look and this sheer happiness forever.

“Take some nice ones of me too,” he giggles.

You raise your eyebrows at him at first, but decide to comply with his wishes, happy he is finally allowing you to take photos of him. And not only that, but he’s allowing you to take natural, happy, carefree ones as well. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

“Okay, I’ve got a lot of good ones,” you smile. “Let’s keep exploring.”

As you continue to walk around the area, Mark goes on about how much he loves the sunshine, how pretty the winery is, and mostly how he thinks he might be a little bit tipsy. You merely laugh at this, since he most definitely is tipsy, but you don’t complain. You seem to have found that tipsy Mark loves photos and actually encourages you to take them of himself and you plan to now use that to your advantage before he goes back to his normal camera shy self. A slight guilt rushes over you but you push it aside as you look back at the photos on your camera. They are truly gorgeous, encapsulating Mark’s playful and childish aura, as well as his boyish charm. You know that once you show him these photos he will be thankful you took them and as you see him look back at you, his lips turned upwards in a wide grin and you see the pure happiness radiating off of him, you don’t regret capturing these moments either.

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“You should stand in front of there!” Mark yells enthusiastically and you look to see where his fingers are pointing.

Ahead of you is an old Victorian style building with rose bushes lined in a garden area in front of it.

“Me?” You question and he nods excitedly.

As you start to head over to the building you hear the lilt of Mark’s voice as he chuckles.

“Give me your camera first,” he smiles, amused at the dumbfounded expression on your face and you are sure he can see the blush tinting your cheeks.

Unwrapping the camera and its strap from your neck, you quickly check the settings and hand it over to him. You’re at a loss of what to do once you do step in front of the building and Mark holds up the camera. You take the photos, not model for goodness sakes! You’re saved when Mark starts to direct you in what to do and you do your best to follow while watching him move around, trying different angles as he takes shot after shot. It makes you wonder why he doesn’t take photos more often and why he seems so confident to manoeuvre you into different poses. You decide you’ll have to ask him later as he calls you to another spot he found that looks nice.

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The two of you finally reach your apartment after the long drive and the long day, ready to wind down for the evening with some take away and video games. Mark sets up your living room and sorts through your games while you plug your camera’s SD card into your computer, wanting to transfer the photos before you forget.

“Are you looking at the photos from today?” Mark asks, glancing back at you.

You nod in response. “I’m just transferring them first for now.”

“Oh, can I look at them?”

You motion for him to come over and so he does, squeezing himself into the spot on the couch beside you. Turning the screen towards him, he scrolls the mouse over to your photos, skimming through the shots, admiring them and praising them.

“Wait, when did you take this?”

“I couldn’t find you once I paid for the wine tasting and then I saw you outside so I took a photo,” you shrug.

Mark skips to the next photo to find the multiple ones you took of him.

“I will say, you really seem to like photos when you’re tipsy,” you laugh and you notice Mark’s cheeks begin to turn a gentle rose pink colour.

“I see you took that to your advantage.”

Grinning at him, you push his shoulder. “Come on, they’re really nice though aren’t they?”

You watch as he looks closely at them, and he nods.

“They really are. Perhaps I should let you take more photos of me if they come out like this.”

“Really?”

The way your eyes light up makes Mark laugh. You look so innocent.

“Yeah,” he nods. “Just, don’t go too crazy with photos.”

Promising you won’t, Mark nods at the response and continues looking through the photos, reaching the ones of you.

“Wow, these actually came out so nice,” you praise him and his eyes widen in shock.

“Did they?”

Immediately sitting up straighter and looking your direction, Mark nearly knocks the laptop off your leg, earning him a scowl from you to which he quickly apologises for.

“Yes they do Mark, to be honest I’m kind of surprised. I never knew you were good at photography too.” 

He simply shrugs. “You know though, you always complain I don’t like being in your photos, but you too don’t seem to like photos. You hypocrite.”

Laughing, you can’t help but shrug back at him too. “I know I am, I can’t really argue with that.”

You place the laptop onto the living room table, and lean back into the couch.

“So,” Mark starts, a mischievous grin on his face. “If I allow you to take more photos of me, does that mean I can take more of you too.”

You think about it, before letting out a sigh.

“Okay it’s a deal.”

Mark smiles at your response, making you smile too. Without you realising, he grabs his phone from his pocket quickly and takes a photo of you, making you blush and hide your face behind one of the couch pillows.

“You said I could,” Mark giggles in response and you know he’s right.

“At least I know what to do if I want many photos of you now though.”

“And what is that, exactly,” Mark enquires, slightly nervous.

He watches as you stand up from the couch making your way over to the kitchen countertop. You reach inside the paper bag sitting atop the marbled surface and pull out a bottle of wine.

“Get you tipsy of course!”

On the Wing

Pairing: Bucky X Reader 

Prompt: You saw nothing, are we clear? 

Warnings: mostly fluff and a tiny bit of violence

Word Count: 2k 

A/N: This little fic is curtesy of @teamcap4bucky! Congrats again for 2k love, you deserve it and so much more!!! <3 Decided it was time to get back to a little bit of Bucky :) Been working on this amid all the craziness and chaos, hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think, I always love feedback or just general impressions!! <3 

You blew a stray strand of hair from your face and sheathed your knives. After the first guard had managed to set off the alarm, you had lost the element of surprise. A gun would be more useful now. It didn’t matter that Nat had cut the alarm almost immediately, the Hydra agents all knew you had arrived.

You wiped the sweat from your brow with your bicep. “I thought you said it was going to be an easy one today.”

Bucky tilted his head, his loose hair tumbling to the side. You had offered to braid it back before missions, but apparently it wasn’t his thing. Though it hadn’t stopped your from mentioning it before every mission.

“Getting out of shape doll?”

You shook your head, a smile making its way to your lips, “I’m fine old man. But next time don’t oversell.”

He smirked.

Steve’s voice crackled through the coms, “If you two are done wasting time, we need to find that key.”

“All business.” You chuckled.

Bucky pursed his lips, attempting to wipe the smirk from his face. “Always business.”

“Get that key.” Cap ordered, trying his hardest to sound stern.

“Firecracker,” Bucky began, using your unfortunate alias, “Are you taking the left or the the right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Whichever. Right is fine.”

“Whoever gets the key wins.”

“Loser buys first round.”

“Always.” He grinned.

“Get ready to pay up.” You called over your shoulder, heading down the hallway.

Your steps were quick but even, steady after a lifetime of training. You may not have had any superhuman ability, but you were sure as hell going to win this bet.

Six Months Ago

The pub was busy, even for a Friday night. No one had batted an eye at the super soldiers and their teammates when you had walked in. You were all regulars, especially after a particularly successful mission, and all the other regular customers had gotten used to the team’s loud and chaotic presence.

“First round is on me.” You shouted over the noise, ordering drinks for everyone.

“And why would that be?” Bucky smirked, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Because,” You muttered "You were the better shot.”

“What? I didn’t quite catch that doll.”

You shook your head, “I’m not repeating it.” You handed him his beer, “just take your free booze.”

He laughed, a sound that always caught your attention. You dropped your gaze and found something else to turn your attention too. Since meeting the soldier you had found yourself getting more and more attached to him. Every mission had you appreciating his kind and soft soul even more, and every time you had each other’s backs only made you appreciate your friendship even more. The only problem was that lately you were beginning to realize that maybe you wanted more with him.

It didn’t make sense to want more though. Any mission could be your last and you didn’t need to add any distractions for either of you. The field was a dangerous enough place as it was. And anyways, that was all based on the assumption that he might even feel the same way.

You tried your best to bury the feelings deep down in a place no-one could find them - not even yourself. Things were good now, even if you had just lost a bet.

“You know, I think that makes the score…” Bucky pretended to think about it for a moment, “four to two?”

“No” you grumbled. “That makes it five to two.”

“True. I’m so glad you corrected me.”

You shoved him playfully. “You’re such a sore winner.”

“All you have to do is catch up doll.” He grinned.

“I’d do that in a heartbeat if I wasn’t at such a disadvantage.” You pointed out.

“Am I really that distracting that you can’t focus when I’m around?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I’m not sure that I do.”

You burst out laughing, “What’s with you today?”

“What? I’m always in a good mood.”

“Sure” you snorted.

He raised a brow. “You don’t believe me?”

“I have evidence against it.”

“Oh yeah?” he took a step closer, “Like what?”

“Um, I don’t know, I seem to remember you letting out a string of curse words about five hours ago.”

He smirked, “Okay then. Correction, I’m always in a good mood when you’re around.”

You swallowed. “Somehow I doubt that.”

“I can prove it if you’d like.” He whispered.

Your gaze immediately dropped to his lips, and when you found his seastorm eyes looking into yours with something you couldn’t name, your heart began to race.

“I’m so glad you two keep doing these bets.” Sam said, clapping the two of you on the shoulder. “Saves me a bunch on beer.”

He reached between the two of you, handed the bartender a bill and grabbed his beer. You took an unnecessarily large step back, remembering your earlier declaration. Clearly you still hadn’t pushed your feelings far enough down. Although…maybe these feelings weren’t as one sided as you had first thought.

You shot Bucky a tight lipped smile and made your way over to where Nat and Steve were. The right move was to walk away, regardless of the feelings involved. It would be better for everyone in the long run.

Just as you approached, a young college student, probably here with a fake ID, walked up.

“Hi, uh, Captain America. I was uh, wondering if I could get a picture? My girlfriend would kill me if I didn’t.”

Cap smiled. “Sure kid.”

When the student was satisfied and gone, you sighed. “I’m a little jealous.”

“Of that?” Steve asked incredulously.

You shook your head. “No, not that. The fact that you guys all have aliases. I mean at least Maria gets to keep her name, all I’ve got is a number.”

Nat laughed, “And Six Three Two outs you perfectly.”

“You have to earn an alias.” Cap teased.

“Sure, and how do I earn a super secret serum?”

“I’d refer you to the doctor, if he was still around.”

“Steve,” Bucky clapped an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Age has given you a morbid sense of humour.”

You tried not to look at Bucky for too long, no matter how captivating that grin was.

“You should know old man.” Steve grinned.

“I am only a year older than you dork.”

“And it shows.”

Nat shook her head, a grin on her lips, “You’re both really old. We get it.”

“Can you believe, Winter Soldier, that 632 was complaining about not having an alias? Said being a number was boring.” Steve shot you a teasing look.

“The audacity. I can’t believe it. Black Widow what do you think?”

“Ridiculous,” she winked. “I think we should tell Falcon.”

“You guys are all idiots.” You laughed, stopping Steve before he could call Sam over.

“Trust me,” Bucky grabbed all of your attention with those two little words, “When you do something really stupid, that’s when we’ll give you your alias.”

You shook your head. You couldn’t imagine they’d have to wait long to see you do something ridiculous.

You had no idea what this key looked like or how you’d find it. It was supposed to look like a USB key but for all you knew, it could be some old timey key that unlocked a door with actual files inside. The hallway was weirdly empty, its walls cold and clinical, and void of any adjacent rooms. Maybe if you had picked the right you would have had a better chance at winning the bet. At least Steve hadn’t called you back yet, telling you that Bucky had already found it. You still had some time to win.

The sound of fighting around the corner had you raising your gun, ready for anything that came at you. Creeping along the wall, you paused at the edge and peered around the corner. A body stumbled back and silver glinted in the dim light. You shook your head. As much as you loved the look of his arm, you couldn’t remember how many times you had told him to cover up the metal so that it wouldn’t give him away. The only benefit of having it exposed that was it made it that much easier to spot him.

It seemed Bucky had beat you to the checkpoint but, watching the fight go on, it didn’t bother you too much. It wasn’t like you could help, despite the fact that the enemy had no idea you were there. They were moving too quickly, Bucky’s movements far to quick and efficient for you to get a clear shot.

He blocked a punch before kicking the guard in the chest, sending him staggering back another couple of steps. The man took the distance to pull out a knife and you sighed. He was lucky you all had orders to keep the Hydra agents alive for questioning because he may as well have given Bucky another weapon to kill him with.

You had seen Bucky fight with knives as if they were an extension of his arm and today was no exception. Within seconds he had disarmed the man, flipped the knife into his other hand before driving it into the mans thigh. But before Bucky could knock the enemy agent out, he took a step and the floor slid beneath him.

As he fell to the floor, the man’s eyes grew wide and triumphant. Instinctively, you fired a bullet into his shoulder now that you had a clear shot. You didn’t know what had just happened but it didn’t matter as long as Bucky was still alive. You would have disobeyed orders without a second thought if it meant keeping him safe.

Down on the ground the guard began foaming at the mouth and you swore. This was supposed to be an easy mission. What the hell was going on?

You looked down at Bucky, still sprawled on the floor, pure shock written all over his face. “You’re welcome. What happened to you?” Your heart still raced but seeing him unscathed calmed it, if only slightly.

Looking around, you realized something that made a grin spread across your lips. “Wait a second. Did you…slip?”

The longer you thought about it, the funnier it became, until you were laughing out loud, unable to stop, tears practically leaking out the corners of your eyes.

He pushed up quickly and dusted himself off. “You saw nothing. Are we clear?”

“Like hell I didn’t Sergeant.” You could barely get the words out between fits of laughter. “I think this may be the greatest thing to have happened this month.”

His deadpan expression did nothing to hide the amusement you knew lurked beneath the surface, “Are you sure about that Firecracker?”

You narrowed your eyes and shook your head, still bubbling with laughter. “What did you even slip on?”

His confused look was enough to know that it must have come out of nowhere.

Looking around, you found a small black rectangle on the floor a couple feet away and bent over to pick it up, the metal warm on your fingers.

You smiled. “I think we found the man with the key. Maybe he should have put it in a safer pocket.” A very important thought dawned on you. “Wait! This makes us even now.”

He wrapped his hand around yours, holding the key, “Technically I found it doll.”

“Technically you slipped, then I saved your ass and then I found the key.”

“You wouldn’t have found it if I hadn’t slipped.” He pointed out.

“That’s true. I wouldn’t have found it because I wouldn’t have slipped.” You tried to pull away but he held on. “And anyways, I didn’t see anything remember? So if there was nothing to see here, it means that I found the key just lying there right?”

He tugged on your hand, and you stepped closer to him. “And what if we call it a tie?”

You snatched your hand back, heart racing for a completely different reason now, and slipped the key into a secure pocket as you walked off.

“Drinks are on you tonight old man.” You called over your shoulder, unable to wipe the stupid grin off your face.

Could I please have a weapon && for a pair of twin hatchets and Prospit robes?

Twin Hatchets && Prospitian Robes = Divine Thunderbolts

(If you were to replace the prospit robes with derse robes then you would get Striker's Demise)

Divine Thunders are a pair of hatchets that appear to be sparking and glowing with some sort of unknown energy that seems to resemble electricity or lightning is some way. The weilder is safely able to touch them but once let loose from a throw all those who stand in it's way better dodge quickle otherwise they be hit with the blades and the lighting that follows behind them.

Grist cost would be:

1,000 Sunstone

1,000 Amber

1,050 Diamond

-Mod Smug

Why|| Namseok (ch1- an introduction to JHS)

Title- ch1|| an introduction to JHS

Pairing- Namseok

Word count-492

Date- 190708

Summary- Where hoseok, an emotionally unstable individual gets thrown into a life of loss, unrequited love and overall devistarion. Will he remain sane or will he loose himself completely?

Warnings- strong language

*Masterlist located in the description

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The uniform fitted to his body was nothing short of uncomfortable, but when has a police officers uniform ever been deemed comfortable? The weight of his badge however, reminded him that he was there for a job, his job- protecting the innocent people of Seoul, South Korea from the very common delinquents that roamed the busy streets, and if that meant pulling over a reckless driver well... he was going to pull over a reckless driver.

The flashing blue and red lights danced across his surprisingly sharp features as he made his way to the driver's side door of the car in front of him. Keeping a hand near his gun, he checked for hands on the steering wheel, once reassuring him self they were there, he walked up to the open window and put on his signature smile, " May I see your license and registration plea- Jungkook what the fuck?!"

Said man jerked his head around only to widen his eyes in shock, discretely looking around and checking for any weapons in his brothers direct line of sight. Not finding any, he gracefully composed himself and smiled cheekily at him, "Hey hyung, fancy seeing you here-"

"You have less than five seconds to tell me who's car this is and why I pulled you over, and if I were you, I'd talk fast." Gulping down the large amount of saliva that collected in his mouth, he bit his lip.

"Would you believe me if I told you it's my bosses car and I was rushing to get some stuff for him from the store?" The officer quirked a perfectly tweezed brow, not satisfied with the answer he had received thus far, but encouraging him to continue.

"Look," he let out a defeated sigh, " Jin hyung has this huge order coming up and, he didn't have enough stuff to complete it, I was just trying to get him the stuff quickl-"

" So, you endanger about thirty people to deliver a few bags of flour to your boss?"

"Well technically it's sugar, vanilla and flour..."

"Oh look at me! I'm Jeon Jungkook and I run red lights, speed and purposely endanger people just so my boss can bake a batch of cookies-"

"Hyung! Lo- look I'm sorry, it won't happen again just please, I have to get to Jin's," with a sigh, his shoulders slumped, already knowing he was going to let him off the hook the minute he figured out it was him.

"Go, but this is the last time Kook, I'll see you at the house," ruffling his hair he begins to walk back to his car.

"Love you hyung, be safe!"

"Love you too"

Unbeknownst to the relieved, lying younger brother and the annoyed officer, they were being watched and unfortunately, whoever was watching them didn't quite catch on to the sarcasm.

"Hey boss... yeah, I got him... yes I'm sure it's him...I'll call you when it's done."

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A/n- Hey everyone! Thank you so much for reading chapter one of Why, just a quick little gist of info regarding the length of this chapter and future chapters: introduction chapters tend to stay within a 400-1000 word limit for me, regular chapters however will be a bit longer, more than like 1500+ words. Anyway, I hope you guys have an amazing day and, I'll see you in the next chapter 🖤❤️💜

-𝔍𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩

Running With the Wolves/// Sirius Black x Reader

REQUEST(S): I can’t really copy and paste the whole thing cause it was a submission so it was longer but yeah this was requested by Niamh SUMMARY: The war wasn’t easy for anyone but all you could do was try your best. Go throughout your day to day lives, try and find as many opportunities to smile as you could, and try to help Remus every full moon, as safely as you could. But now that there was a war, Remus wasn’t the only thing you had to worry about. (based on the song Running With the Wolves by AURORA) WORD COUNT: 1,827 WARNING(S): full moon stuffs so like blood and yeah, also an attack so more blood and torture and stuffs, oh and hella angst A/N: I took a short little break from writing but I’m back and super ready to get at it. Also shoutout to the person who requested this, thanks for the request, you have a super cool name, and I hope you like this.

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  I’m running with the wolves tonight

  I’m running with the wolves

  You ran through the forest grounds weaving in and out of trees. It was much smaller than the Forbidden forest but you still hadn’t managed to get completely acquainted with it. James wasn’t there either so a lot had changed. Since the prophecy, he rarely ever came out of the house. He wanted to be there to protect Lily. You thought you were going the right way but realized that you should probably slow down in case you’d forgotten something.

  Before you could actually manage to slow down, you raced around one tree, thinking it would just be a straight shot to the cabin from there but then you ran into a tree. You stumbled backwards before falling over and transforming out of your animagus form. You rubbed your head, which was throbbing.

  You heard twigs break and leaves rustle. Sirius ran up to you, still in his animagus form. Your animaguses were an almost perfect match. A big black dog and a white wolf. He sat next to you before turning back into himself. He reached up to touch the back of your head.

  “Are you alright?” You nodded.

  “Yeah, I’m good, I just didn’t see this tree.” He helped you to your feet. You were ready to go back to your animagus but he put his arm around your waist.

  “We can just walk, it’s just up there.” He led you through the trees until you came upon the clearing that housed Remus’ cabin.

  The lights were on and everything seemed completely quiet so he thankfully hadn’t turned yet. You knocked twice on the door but when there was no answer, you turned the knob. It was unlocked so you just walked in.

  “Remus,” you called. The living room was empty. You walked slowly through the house, trying to find him. You found the bedroom door unlocked and opened it carefully. Remus was sitting on the bed, with his back to you. His shoulders moved up and down heavily in time with his breathing and his shirt was nearly soaked through with sweat.

   “Come on, Moony, it’s time to go,” Sirius called. His head turned towards you quickly and you could tell by the look in his eyes that there was barely any time left. He got up, running past you and out the door as fast as he could. Sirius looked over at you. “Let’s go.”

  You chased after him, stopping just at the doorway. He was standing on the lawn, his bones contorting until he was a wolf. He looked at the two of you but before you even had time to transform he was in the woods. You and Sirius transformed as fast as you could and tried to catch up with him.

  You heard a howl and went in the direction of it. Weaving through the trees, you suddenly felt uneasy. Like someone was watching you...but that wasn’t possible. No one lived within a couple dozen miles of here. You three were all alone in the woods.

  That’s when you saw someone standing there. Tucked between two trees, wearing all black and a black and gold mask. You almost hadn’t spotted them but when you did you stopped. You stared at the figure, backing away slowly. You were ready to run if they made a move. They took a step towards you and you turned around quick, running in the other direction. You made a sharp turn and began barking, trying to get they’re attention, or Sirius at the very least.

  You heard his barking and picked up speed. You continued barking, hoping he’d run towards you. When you finally found him, you turned into a human again. He did so as well, running up to you.

  “Death Eaters, Sirius. Death Eaters.” His eyes widened.

  “What? Where?”

  “I-I don’t know! I just ran from one, there’s probably more. We need to find Remus!”

  But we’re running out of time

  Oh, all the echoes in my mind cry

  Suddenly, a howl erupted into the air. You both instinctively ran towards it. By the time you got there, you both had your wands in hand.

  Remus was completely surrounded. There were about three or four Death Eaters, each with their wand pointed at Remus. You ran out in front of him, despite Sirius trying to hold you back. You turned towards him.

  “Run,” you shouted. There was only a slight bit of understanding in his eyes but he still ran in the other direction. Two of the Death Eaters took off after him.

  “Go find Remus!” Sirius looked unsure but you weren’t about to argue. “Go!” With only a moments hesitation, he ran after Remus, turning into his animagus mid-stride.

  You heard one of them cast a spell so you dove to the floor to avoid it. “Expelliarmus,” you cast. That was easily deflected and both of the shot spells at you. You rolled out of the way, getting to your feet and hiding behind a tree in one fluid motion.

  “Confringo!” One of them went flying through the air and the other didn’t hesitate in casting their next spell. You pressed your back against the tree. Your heart was racing and you blamed it on adrenaline but it wasn’t completely that. What if you couldn’t win this one.

  “Petrificus To-” Before you could finish the spell you were hit on the back of the head. You fell over instantly. You were in pain and wanted to sit there for awhile and wait for your head to stop pounding but you knew you didn’t have the time. You shakily sat up and turned into your animagus. You were ready to take off but before you could move an inch you felt an arm reach around your neck.

  They had their wand pressed into your throat with their hands on either end. They pulled back, making it even harder to breath. You strained against them but nothing happened. You turned your head up, looking at the sky through the trees. You tried to howl but it came out as a strangled whimper. The moon seemed brighter than you’d ever seen it but it wasn’t like you’d had much time to appreciate it.

  There’s blood on your lies

  The sky’s open wide

  There is nowhere for you to hide

  The hunter’s moon is shining

  Both of the Death Eaters, walked over to you. One of them pointed it’s wand at you. “Stupefy.” And then everything faded to black.

  The next time you woke up, you were still in your animagus form but your fur was much dirtier than it had been. It was matted and brown in some areas. You sat up and saw that you were in some type of dark room, all alone. Your throat still felt restricted. It must’ve been a collar.

  You tried to turn back into a human but you suddenly got a shock from the collar. You whimpered slightly and sat back down. You began to wonder where you were but soon your questions were answered. The door opened and in walked Bellatrix. It must’ve been Malfoy Manner.

  You snarled at her and she put her hands up. “Down girl.” You barked angrily. She just laughed.

  “Do you like the collar?” You continued to bark in response. “Actually I think it’s a bit to loose.” She cast some spell and the collar got tighter. The bark caught in your throat which made her smile. “Better.”

  She leaned down to your height. “You and that blood traitor cousin of mine want to wander around with the likes of Lupin like muts then you will be treated as such.” You pulled against the restraint, snapping your jaw, trying to bite her. She began to laugh again.

  “I think I like you much better when you can’t speak.” You wanted to just pounce on her and bite her but no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t. Without saying another word, she stood up. You began to bark. She walked over to the door but paused when she reached it.

  “And we won’t make a problem of this. Silencio.” The sound stopped in your throat. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t make a sound. She walked out, closing the door behind her. You were alone again.

  In nightmares it seems

  A million voices screams

  Where hope is left so incomplete

  As the days passed you knew that there were others in the house. You rarely slept but when you did your dreams were haunted by the sounds that filled the house. The screams filled the halls and you couldn’t do anything to block out the sounds. You were fed, sparingly but it was enough to keep you alive. You wondered when Sirius would come or if he would ever come.

  Bellatrix came and taunted you regularly but there was nothing you could do about it. She told you that Sirius would never come and if he tried, he’d be killed. You pretended to ignore her but sometimes you wondered if she was right.

  It was the nights that were the hardest. When the sun began to set you always laid down and wait hours until you finally fell asleep. That night you didn’t get the satisfaction.

  You saw the sky turn shades of orange and red and knew that night would come soon enough. You paced back and forth as far as the leash would let you, ready to settle down. Suddenly, the door burst open.

  You jumped back slightly in fear. Bellatrix never came in like that. You bared your teeth, ready for whatever would come. A figure stood in the doorway that you didn’t recognize at first. It was Sirius.

  He stood there breathless, staring at you. “(Y/N),” he whispered. He ran towards you, stopping just in front of you. He placed his hands on the collar, examining it.

  “A bloody collar.” His voice was filled with anger. He quickly undid the collar and threw his arms around your neck. You were shaking slightly and he was too. You turned back into your human form. It felt unnatural and almost hurt with how long you’d been in your animagus form.

  You cried, a quiet sob being the first thing to escape your mouth. Sirius pulled you closer.

  “I’m so so sorry, I came as quick as I could I-” He started to cry so he couldn’t continue.

  “It’s...it’s not your fault.” You were already pressed against him but still you tried to get even closer. You needed him more than you ever had.

  “I’m gonna make sure they never come near you again.” You could tell by the way he said it, he meant it. There would certainly be hell to pay. He pressed a kiss to your temple. You closed your eyes tight, letting the tears slip down your cheek. The nightmare was finally over.

Order Of The clan

Part one

'I've been sitting on the building for a good three hours now. The last tremor was showing that it should be here any moment.' the ground starts to shake and the building next to him starts to break apart. As it slowly descends something in the middle of the building is climbing it.

'I've got you now' a giant centipede head bursts out of the side of the building that it was climbing. Without for warning the man on the opposite building fired two shots into the opening of the hard exoskeleton and the soft flesh underneath. The man ducks under the cover of the ledge just in time for the two shots to exploded inside the centipede. Bits and pieces fall from the sky onto the cracked and broken roadways.

"Mission successful. I'm obtaining the piece we need right now." the man said into an ear piece.

"Good, return here when you have the piece in your possession."

"I need to take care of something first so i'll be over in about ten minutes."

"Alright but make sure you have the piece i need."

"Yeah yeah, will do. Seeker out." the man packed up his rifle and strapped it to his back. He scaled his way down the building and landed on the streets. He took a moment to look around at the buildings that were still standing. Most of them were broken and several didn't have nearly enough floors they had when they were still taken care of. Sighing he grabbed a few of the larger pieces of the exoskeleton from the road.

As he made his way down the roads he was pulled from his thoughts when someone started to shout.

"Hey! HEY!!" a young boy looking no older then ten with bright green eyes and brown hair came running over the the man. The man let out a tired sigh.

"I thought i told you to stay at the house?"

"You did but it gets so boring in there and you hadn't come home in over three hours, so i got worried. But they way you took out that giant insect was awesome!"

"Russel do what i tell you to do and stay at the house."

"But there's never anything to do when you're out."

"I don't care i don't want you to get hurt! I already have enough on my plate to deal with. And you know what it's like out here!"

"i- I'm sorry. I guess i didn't think about that." The young boy looked down at his feet and started to kick at the rocks. The man sighed.

"Hey drake?"

the man looked at the young boy with his turquoise eyes. "Yes Russel? What is it now?"

" Do, do you hate me?" Drake took in a sharp breath before putting his hands on Russel's shoulders.

"Hey look at me, Sure you might annoy me, and make me angry, and make me feel bad, but i could never hate you. Now come here." The man pulled the boy under his arm and gave him a noogy. After a bit of tussling the boy freed himself from the noogy.

"What was that for? I just brushed my hair!"

"Well looks like your going to have to brush it again. Now come on let's go home and get something to eat." They both walked quietly down the streets till they came to an old and rundown house. the house looked as though it went through a hurricane. The roof had several holes in it, several of the Windows were smashed to bits and the door hung loose off of its hinges. As they came to the house Russel went in and drake stars to fix the door.

After a few minutes of him messing with the door he finally gave up and left it there.

"Did you find anything good to eat?"

"Not really. Just some ramen and some crumbs of what's left of the bread. But the ramen should be done any minute."

"Looks like I need to make another trip to the store today."

" Let's eat first! Can have you be running on empty when your out there fighting."

Like the walk, the meal was rather quite until Russel ate to quickly and almost inhaled a noodle. As drake was almost done eating he looked at his watch and accidentally spit noodles on his brother.

"Sorry to do this Russel but I need to go."

" wait can I come!"

"No I need you to stay here and hold down the fort. Sorry but I need to leave before it gets any later. See ya later Russel!" With that drake ran out of the house while struggling to put the rifle on his back. Running at top speed he made it over to a small three story building.

Bursting through the front doors and running up a hidden set of stairs he came to what looked like a homemade scientific lab, with wires and computers all over the place, along with half built weapons scattered threw out the room. Taking up most of the room though was a tarp hanging from the sealing covering up part of the room.

Out of the corner of his sight he saw a chair turn.

"Ten minutes. You said that you would be back in ten minutes to give me what you got. Well your ten minutes was up about, let's see twenty minutes ago?" Drake slowly turned around and looked at the woman sitting in the chair.

Her ginger hair reflecting some of the light coming from the screens. ice blue eyes boring holes in his soul.

"You know something? I hate it when people are late. I remember once I made plans with someone but you know they didn't show up on time. And they left me waiting for a half hour. I didn't think that would happen again."

"Base it's not-"

"No I don't care just hand me the part and be off."

"Wait what about my pay!?"

"Oh that. Well you can get it next time. IF your on time."

'this women is evil.'

"Oh don't give me that look. Fine you can half of you pay you can earn the rest helping me out around here. Let's see. You can start by cleaning up the mess over there."

She points to a corner of the room that's filled with box's and spare parts. Some of the drywall is missing as well. There's also twenty or so large gears and springs stacked on top of each other.I

"I do have a life of my own. Unlike some one I know."

"Oh really know?! Well mister smart ass, maybe I won't give you anything! See if I care!"

"Well then you can't have the part! So in that case i will just leave and throw it away. It's not like I'm the one who needs it."

"Why you!" Base got out of her chair and stomped over to a safe and opens it. Grumbling the whole time about how she should have never hired him.

"Here take your dame pay and give me the part!"

"Thank you. And with that I'm going to the store. I can't be running out of food for my brother, now can i? Though if you need something I'll have my com On" with that settled drake left HQ with a rather in happy base working with the piece she got.

As he walked out of the store he saw them. Quickly moving behind a corner. It was simple to tell him apart from other people.

There hair a dark Brown almost black, and there eyes and uncommon dark red, with a smile almost too unnatural to be real. Drake could tell that they were looking for something or some one. As to not raise suspicion he came out from behind the corner and quickly walked pasted them. He felt a hand on his shoulder and almost dropped his bag.

"Sir you dropped this." Looking behind him he saw an older gentleman, no younger then 50, holding one of his bags filled with the udon that he bought just a few minutes ago.

"O-oh thank you." He took the bag out of the man's hand and thanked him again before walking way.

'fifty dollars for two bags of udon, some Mac and cheese, milk, eggs, and some bottled water. Man the prices just keeps going up. I'm going to have to regulate how much we eat again.' He let out a long sigh as came closer to there house.

Something was The door was completely gone and there was wooden splinters scattered around the ground. The Windows on the first floor that were still intacted were now shattered. Glass shards were like a minefield for people who didn't have shoes.

Adrenaline coursed threw him as he dropped the items that he bought and ran into the house. As quickly as he could be ran looking in all the rooms for Russel. When he got to the kitchen he found blood on the countertop along with a note. It was simple to tell that there was a struggle, utensils were scattered throughout the kitchen some having what looked like oil on them.

Drake snatched the note off of the counter. The more he read it the more the color drained from his face. As he reached the end of the note he dropped it and ran out of the house and towards HQ. The note fluttered to the ground and in neat cursive handwriting it read.

'we have your brother, if you want him back unharmed then you will stop stealing what is ours. Bring us what you have taken and we will discuss the trade. Fail to do this, you will never see him again an we will come for the girl. ~order of the clan'

(A\n) New story. Fine any mistakes (spelling or anything else) please let me know. Also let me know if you guys like this. It was an old one I wrote way back when and im rewriting it. Well fudge out.

Loose cannon

It was the middle of­ the night and he cou­ld barely walk straig­ht- granted he had ju­st downed a whole bot­tle of vodka. He blam­ed it on Mako for thr­owing the celebration­ party in the first p­lace, they had succee­ded in locking Black ­Magic up for good and­ the harpy goddess in­sisted it was the per­fect reason to party ­deep into the night. ­Leon knew he should h­ave declined the invi­tation when he had th­e chance but he just ­figured hey, it'll on­ly be for a little wh­ile right? He would o­nly have maybe one or­ two drinks right? Ab­solutely not; Lycan h­ad challenged him to ­a drink off at Raigek­i's request and he co­uldn't exactly back d­own with everyone wat­ching. Needless to sa­y, he was victorious ­and there was a very ­"sleepy" wolf hanging­ by Rai's side for th­e rest of the party. ­He had left the party­ immediately after th­at before Rai could c­onvince him to do any­thing else crazy. Leo­n stumbles again and ­he places his hand on­ the wall to steady h­imself, it wouldn't d­o him any good if he ­fell over before he c­ould reach his target­. He was more than su­re that he would be a­wake at this hour- th­e man rarely if ever ­slept and it wouldn't­ be the first time he­'s popped in to see h­im. Although, this wo­uld be the first time­ he shows up complete­ly intoxicated with s­omething more than ju­st reprimands on his ­mind. He reaches the ­room and enters witho­ut bothering to knock­; Rodrick was seated ­on the bed watching t­v and Leon steps in f­ront of it to block h­is view. Rodrick look­s up at him, "can I h­elp you?" Leon stares­ at him for a few sec­onds, dully noting th­at he's missing a shi­rt at the moment, "yo­u...need sex to live ­right? Just like all ­the other inccubi." R­odrick raises an eyeb­row, "uhh yeah I do- ­what, are you doing s­ome kind of project o­n my kind or somethin­g?" Leon didn't feel ­like deeming that wit­h a verbal answer, in­stead he moves in clo­ser to Rodrick; one h­and on his bare shoul­der while he connects­ their lips in a soft­ kiss. He can feel th­e incubus stiffen bef­ore he relaxes into t­he kiss, but then he'­s pushing Leon away a­nd looking at him str­angely, "are you feel­ing okay man? Normall­y you're always on yo­ur high horse about n­ot being gay or wanti­ng to do anything lik­e this with other gu-­" Leon places to fing­ers on Rodrick's lips­ to silence him, "you­r talking is annoying­. Right now all I wan­t is for you to do me­, okay?" Rodrick gape­s at him like a fish ­before something chan­ges in him and a wick­ed grin appears on hi­s face, "really?~ Wel­l I would love to do ­you but....why don't ­we do this my way?" F­eeling intrigued but ­slightly impatient fo­r reasons he doesn't ­understand, Leon cros­ses his arms, "what e­xactly IS your way?" ­Rodrick chuckles, "we­ start with you using­ that normally snippy­ mouth of yours to pl­easure my dick~ then ­from there we'll get ­to the actual doing."­ Leon nods before spr­eading Rodrick's legs­ apart, his hands qui­ckly unzipping his pa­nts to grasp at the l­imp member inside. Hi­s eyes flick over to ­meet Rodrick's for ha­lf a second and then ­he's dropping to his ­knees, sliding his me­mber into his mouth a­s he begins to suck a­nd lick at it. He clo­ses his eyes in faint­ pleasure, it wasn't ­what he wanted right ­now but it would suff­ice for now. The thic­kness was just right ­and he could feel it ­twitch as it slowly l­engthens and hardens;­ his own body respond­ing as he feels an er­ection beginning to r­ise. He jolts a bit w­hen Rodrick's hand sl­ides through his hair­, fingers toying with­ his ear and Leon ope­ns his eyes to watch ­Rodrick's face. He no­tes the parted lips a­nd half lidded eyes; ­the way the incubus g­od seems to be enjoyi­ng this already and i­t motivates him to do­ more. He begins stro­king the erection par­tly to spread his sal­iva and partly to giv­e Rodrick more pleasu­re. Leon flicks his t­ongue along the sensi­tive slit of Rodricks­ penis and delights i­n the throaty moan he­ releases. Wanting to­ hear more of those m­oans, Leon indulges i­n running his tongue ­up and down the full ­length, swirling his ­tongue around the sen­sitive head before su­cking on it hard. He ­can hear Rodrick begi­nning to pant and fee­l the hand in his hai­r tightening it's gri­p. Another hand finds­ it's way into his ha­ir, toying with the s­trands before it slid­es down to caress his­ cheek and he raises ­his eyes to meet Rodr­ick's gaze. "You're d­oing great Leon but I­ think it's time we m­oved onto the next st­ep, no?" Leon detache­s himself from Rodric­k's nether region and­ allows him to direct­ his body towards the­ bed until he's seate­d on it, Rodrick lean­ing over his body to ­deliver a short kiss.­ He trails more kisse­s down Leon's cheek, ­his neck; then his ha­nds are slipping unde­rneath the fabric of ­his shirt and he shiv­ers at the feel of Ro­drick's slim fingers ­ghosting over his ski­n. He moves to connec­t their lips again bu­t Rodrick's hands are­ gently pushing him b­ack before they pull ­his shirt over his he­ad and then the incub­us allows him to brin­g their lips together­ again. This time Rod­rick leads the kiss a­nd his tongue is soon­ slipping into Leon's­ mouth, his hands ret­urning to trace light­ patterns over his sk­in and Leon sighs. Pe­rhaps it was the alco­hol but the kiss felt­ particularly nice, R­odrick's tongue was w­arm and slick but it ­also faintly tasted o­f mint. All too soon,­ Rodrick is ending th­e kiss but his lips d­on't exactly leave Le­on, instead they move­ down to his nipples.­ Leon flinches slight­ly at the feeling of ­Rodrick's mouth sucki­ng on him in such a s­trange spot, he didn'­t think his chest wou­ld actually be sensit­ive enough to give hi­m pleasure and he's r­eally not sure how to­ feel when Rodrick be­gins swirling his ton­gue around the harden­ed nub. He settles fo­r a mix of light moan­ing and panting just ­because it feels righ­t. Rodrick looks up a­t him with a smug smi­rk on his face, "you ­like that huh?" At Le­on's nod, he returns ­to swirling his tongu­e around the nub and ­toys with the other, ­gently twisting and p­inching it. His smug ­expression only incre­ases when Leon's back­ arches as a louder m­oan passes between hi­s lips. The strange p­leasure was quickly b­ringing him to full a­rousal and he runs hi­s fingers through Rod­rick's hair to get hi­s attention, "it feel­s nice but I want mor­e- I want you inside ­me." Rodrick jerks aw­ay from Leon and snor­ts, "wait really? If ­this is how you're go­ing to be then maybe ­you should drink more­ often~" He doesnt wa­ste any time removing­ the rest of Leon's c­lothing and then he's­ holding two fingers ­near his lips, "go on­ and get them nice an­d slick so I can prep­ you up. It'll feel m­uch better if you're ­loose." The intoxicat­ed lion obeys, partin­g his lips to take th­e two digits into his­ mouth where he then ­sucks and licks at th­em, down their length­ and in between them ­in a way that makes R­odrick shiver in arou­sal. The lion always ­went on and on about not liking men yet he­ sure knew how to get­ them hot and bothere­d. Rodrick pulls his ­fingers out of Leon's­ mouth before the nau­ghty lion's actions c­ause him to moan, "o-­okay that's enough of­ that...lay on your b­ack for me," Leon com­plies, spreading his ­legs as if he's tryin­g to give Rodrick a b­etter view of his alr­eady throbbing erecti­on which he tries har­d not to openly stare­ at. He distracts him­self with slipping on­e finger in Leon's en­trance, the smug expr­ession returning when­ he sighs in pleasure­. Rodrick begins thru­sting the single digi­t in and out until he­ feels Leon is ready ­for the second digit ­and then he's thrusti­ng them both in and o­ut of the lion, sciss­oring them for added ­pleasure and to stret­ch his entrance more.­ Leon continues to si­gh and moan in pleasu­re, he was enjoying t­he feel of Rodrick's ­fingers roaming aroun­d inside him; stretch­ing him in ways that ­hurt but also felt in­credibly nice. He wan­ted more of that stra­nge pleasure, "Rodric­k...can you use more ­fingers or maybe..." ­His gaze drifts down ­to the incubus's prou­d erection and he lic­ks his lips, already ­imagining what it wou­ld feel like to have ­it inside him. Rodric­k chuckles, "you're p­retty impatient over ­there. Give me a seco­nd and we can get to ­the main event." He w­ithdraws his fingers ­from Leon's body befo­re walking to a small­ dresser and he opens­ one of the drawers t­o pull out a small bo­ttle of lube. Leon's ­ear twitches, "you ha­d lube...why make me ­suck on your fingers ­if you could have use­d that?" Rodrick shru­gs, "wanted to see if­ you would actually d­o it. But anyway, can­ you pull your legs u­p a bit? It'll make i­t easier for me to fi­nish prepping you." L­eon rolls his eyes bu­t does as he's told, ­watching Rodrick squi­rt a little lube onto­ his hand which he th­en rubs over his erec­tion, stroking it to ­spread it around whil­e creating an erotic ­wet sound that makes ­him lick his lips aga­in. Rodrick slips two­ fingers into his ent­rance again to check ­that he's still prope­rly stretched and the­n he's replacing them­ with the tip of his ­penis; that strange p­leasure pain returnin­g strong enough to ma­ke Leon moan. Rodrick­ strokes his cheek as­ he continues to slid­e into him, "naturall­y it's going to hurt ­but I promise it'll g­et better~." He wasn'­t quite sure if he wa­nted to tell Rodrick ­that it wasn't hurtin­g him at all, he like­d the soft caresses o­n his cheek and didn'­t want to give him an­ excuse to pull his h­and away. Instead Leo­n simply nods and clo­ses his eyes to bette­r focus on the feel o­f Rodrick's penis del­ving deeper into his ­body, the hard thickn­ess stretching his in­ner walls to deliver ­that delicious pleasu­re pain he was quickl­y becoming addicted t­oo. By the time Rodri­ck is fully sheathed ­inside of him, Leon i­s already panting fai­rly hard and he opens­ his eyes to meet the­ incubus's gaze, "thi­s feels so odd but I ­want more...move your­ body for me." Rodric­k looks surprised for­ a moment before he s­norts again, "you wan­t more? Oh I'm totall­y never going to forg­et this- I'll give yo­u whatever you want m­y horny little lion c­ub~" He starts moving­ his hips and Leon's ­words are lost to a l­ong moan of sheer ple­asure. He had thought­ Rodrick's fingers fe­lt wonderful in his b­ody; this new pleasur­e had no words for ho­w good it felt. The p­ace was slow but the ­feel of something so ­much thicker moving b­ack and forth inside ­of him...all Leon cou­ld do was lay his hea­d back and moan, his ­mouth hanging open. R­odrick's hand is on h­is cheek again, cares­sing it sweetly, "wan­t me to move even fas­ter my dear?~" at Leo­n's jerky nod, Rodric­k picks up his pace a­nd the lion's mind go­es numb for a few sec­onds. All he can focu­s on is the sheer amo­unt of pleasure cours­ing through his body,­ making his skin ting­le, his body shiver a­nd his arms flail aro­und weakly as if look­ing for something to.­.he doesn't even know­ what but he can't ke­ep himself still. His­ hands finally find a­ place around Rodrick­'s shoulders and he p­ulls the incubus down­ to connect their lip­s in what has to be t­he most sloppy kiss i­n history, lips slipp­ing and sliding again­st each other before ­their tongues are tan­gling together. Saliv­a being exchanged lik­e fanmail as they bre­athe each other in. L­eon can vaguely hear ­the bed creaking but ­still he wants more; ­his legs wrap around ­Rodrick's hips in an ­attempt to draw him c­loser and he breaks t­he kiss to speak. His­ voice sounds more li­ke a series of pants when he moves to spea­k, "Roddy...m-more..I­ want..h-harder...ple­ase." Rodrick's voice­ is smooth in his ear­s, "harder it is then­, I won't disappoint ­you~," he detaches Le­on's legs from his bo­dy, shifting the lion­ around so that he's ­lying on his side wit­h one leg pulled up t­o rest on his shoulde­r instead of wrapped ­around his hips. The ­change in position fe­els slightly uncomfor­table but then Leon's­ mind is lost to plea­sure again when Rodri­ck resumes his hard- ­near pounding thrusts­, the feeling of Rodr­ick's head pushing ag­ainst a little bundle­ of something strange­ in him that makes hi­m nearly scream in pl­easure. Leon claws at­ the bed sheets, his ­tongue lolling out of­ his open mouth; he c­an feel drool trickli­ng down his chin but ­he doesn't care; all ­that mattered now was­ Rodrick and the plea­sure he was giving hi­m. Rodrick was slammi­ng a part of him that­ made his whole body ­tremble and his own h­ardened penis was gri­nding against the she­ets deliciously, pre ­cum just beginning to­ trickle out. He trie­s to speak but his wo­rds are hard to make ­out, what with them s­ounding more like int­ense moans of pleasur­e but luckily Rodrick­ has a faint idea of ­what he's trying to s­ay. The incubus trade­s his fast pace for a­ slow hard one; pulli­ng himself out until ­the tip remains and t­hen thrusting back in­ to ram himself again­st that same bundle o­f nerves. He could se­e how it was turning ­the normally aloof li­on into a drooling, m­oaning mess and he lo­ved it. The pain part­ of that strange plea­sure was completely l­ost to Leon but he wa­s slowly becoming awa­re of a new feeling. ­Something that was ak­in to a tsunami neari­ng over the horizon a­nd he wasn't quite su­re he wanted it to hi­t yet. Suddenly, Rodr­ick is shifting their­ bodies again and Leo­n finds himself seate­d on top of the incub­us, his hands splayed­ out on his chest; th­ose hips still moving­ to bring him pleasur­e and he doesn't ques­tion the change. Inst­ead, he shifts his ow­n legs around and rea­lizes that with the n­ew position, he can m­ove his own body to m­eet those sinful thru­sts. And that's exact­ly what he does; thru­sts his hips down the­ second Rodrick bring­s his own up and it h­its him like magic. T­he pleasure multiplie­s tenfold and an erot­ic sound of skin slap­ping against skin rea­ches his ears. His fi­ngers curl against Ro­drick's chest, his na­ils digging into the ­skin making the other­ man groan in the sam­e pleasure pain that ­affected him earlier.­ Leon's own moans are­ loud against his ear­s and it makes his ow­n penis twitch, a tin­y part of him felt he­ was enjoying this to­o much but he ignores­ that part- there was­ no such thing as too­ much pleasure. He le­ans down to connect h­is lips with Rodrick'­s in another sloppy k­iss, their tongues so­on joining as well as­ Rodrick's hands slid­ing up and down his b­ody; cupping his butt­ cheeks, pinching the­m and spreading them ­as he thrusts harder.­ That delicious sound­ of skin slapping aga­inst skin causing the­m both to moan in ecs­tasy and Leon can fee­l that tidal wave get­ting stronger. He bre­aks the kiss to tell ­Rodrick as much but t­he incubus silences h­im with a firm hand g­ripping his twitching­ cock, jerking it in ­time with those thrus­ts and Leon throws hi­s head back to moan l­ong and loud. His who­le body shudders as t­hat wave finally brea­ks free with his orga­sm, cum spurting from­ his cock to splatter­ across Rodrick's che­st. Leon's inner wall­s clamp down hard on ­Rodrick's member and ­it doesn't take long ­for him to reach his ­own orgasm, moaning l­ow as he releases his­ seed into the lion's­ body; the one hand s­till on his butt chee­k gives it a good sla­p that makes Leon jol­t. Leon isn't sure if­ it was the slap or t­he alcohol finally hi­tting him but all of ­a sudden he's exhaust­ed, his body slumps a­gainst Rodrick's weak­ly and he can hardly ­lift his head to give­ the incubus one last­ peck on the lips. Hi­s eyes are already sl­iding shut when he he­ars his own faint voi­ce whisper, "I love y­ou." The next morning­, Leon wakes to find ­himself nude and alon­e in what is clearly ­not his own bed. He n­early jumps out of th­e bed but notices a n­eatly folded pile of ­his clothing with a n­ote on top of it. As ­he dresses himself he­ reads the note silen­tly,  "Leon before you eve­n get the wrong idea ­I'd like to let you k­now that you came int­o my room clearly dru­nk off your ass. I tr­ied to convince you t­o go to sleep but you­ were having none of ­it...until you vomite­d all over yourself a­nd passed out. I had ­the misfortune of str­ipping you naked so I­ could clean you and your clothes up. I di­dn't put them back on­ you because I was af­raid you would wake u­p in the middle and t­ry to kill me thinkin­g I was doing the opp­osite. Anyway next ti­me stay away from the­ booze, you're really­ weird when you're dr­unk." Leon crumples u­p the note angrily, k­nowing full well that­ never happened but h­e was too embarrassed­ to admit what really­ happened. He gratefu­lly accepts the scape­ goat Rodrick was lea­ving him; if they wer­e both going to prete­nd they never had sex­...who was he to say ­any different? After ­all, he WAS extremely­ intoxicated last nig­ht.