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magemelondew · 3 years

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I know I don't normally post stuff like this, but I just hate it so much when people call Wheatley derogatory names like "idiot" and "moron" as if it's affectionate and funny because like.. it's straight up bullying. How do I know that? Oh, well, it's probably because people did it to me as a child.

Sure, he's a fictional character, but my point still stands; calling him those things is bullying. He wasn't made to be stupid. GLaDOS tells you that. You can't exactly take everything she says at face value, as she can often mislead. It's like a rumor going around at school, you hear something about someone and it spreads and nobody stops to think if it's true. By just blindly believing things about people, you're causing harm to the person in question, and especially so when you're promoting it.

If you dig around in the game's files, an unused line has Wheatley telling a story in the turret factory where he explains that rumor got around about an accident he had caused.

"Over there is where they used to keep the old neurotoxin release button… BIG responsibility, the guy in charge of the neurotoxin release button… And guess who he WAS? …Wasn’t me. But I was his assistant, and I did a lot of his admin. You know, in the end, yes… they let me go… It’s all politics, to be honest. It’s a big popularity contest. It’s all about who you know and whose back you’re willing to scratch and who doesn’t touch – y’know, or in my case who did accidentally touch – the neurotoxin button… But y’know, not entirely my fault! You shoulda seen the SIZE of it! It was huge! I mean I should have got a raise for all the times that I DIDN’T… accidentally bump into it…"

The foreman was going to hire him, until he heard about what Wheatley had done. So they sent him to the lowest job available– the relaxation center. He doesn't have a job, really, he's not in charge of anything. The entire facility there is automatic, He was just there as a safeguard for whenever it failed. They didn't trust them because of those rumors.

"Here's an interesting story. You might like this. I almost got a job down here in Manufacturing. But, uh, guess who the foreman went with? Only an exact duplicate of himself. Nepotism. Ended up giving me the WORST possible job, tending to all the smelly humans."

It's possible that these things were intentionally made up to give him social anxiety and self-esteem issues, thinking that would slow GLaDOS down. He's all emotion, literally, so affecting him in that fashion would absolutely stunt her ability to think clearly. I don't think there's much proof to back this up, that's simply my own thoughts on it.

To the scientists and GLaDOS, emotions only get in the way of rational thinking. Wheatley listens more to his heart than his head, well, in a figurative sense. The scientists see that as irrational and moronic, hence him being called the intelligence dampening core. He's the perfect way to interrupt rational thinking in GLaDOS, as he fills her head with fear or anxiety. People who feel emotions a lot deeply tend to place their own feelings over logic. And later in the story, Wheatley valued the euphoric response that the chassis gave him.

Many people have hurt Wheatley in the past. His anxiety, self doubt, and his inability to trust others much all are effects of people talking about him being his back and having nobody to cling to. He liked Chell because she knew nothing about him. She didn't say anything mean to him, and it was like a fresh pallette. Not to mention that she was the only person he had probably seen for long time.

For someone who had been hurt by people all his life, wouldn't he absolutely hate humans altogether? They smell bad, talk bad things about him behind his back, and call him names. They made him dislike himself since the start of his life, but he still holds out hope to be cared for by someone. Someone who doesn't know him at all, or knows about the things people have said about him.

And when he's placed into the chassis, GLaDOS just blurts out the one thing he's extremely insecure about.

"YES YOU ARE! YOU'RE THE MORON THEY BUILT TO MAKE ME AN IDIOT!"

When wheatley gets the chassis, it's a form of drug use, as said by GLaDOS.

"The body he's squatting in - MY body - has a built-in euphoric response to testing. Eventually you build up a resistance to it, and it can get a little... unbearable. Unless you have the mental capacity to push past it."

His bottled up emotions just released and he exploded the moment he got reminded of his own past. The way he was mentally lead him to substance abuse, as shown by his immediate addiction to the chassis. He was highly focused on the pleasure response from testing rather of the facility. Well, not like he even knew how to take care of the facility in the first place.

He's a core who's been told off because of how clumsy and impulsive he is, and those are things he can't really control. They didn't know what to do with him, so they were probably always scolding him for his mistakes and never praising him for doing something right, therefore, he's always doubting himself. How is he supposed to know when he's doing something right? That's probably why he makes those mistakes, he's never been able to properly learn how.

GLaDOS tries to defeat Wheatley out of sheer anger, and when she insults him, he becomes furious. He doesn't want to be reminded of how he's been treated his entire life. And for once in his life, he has the power to retaliate. So he does. He gets legitimately angry and tries to kill them both.

He thinks that now that Chell believes it too, that she thinks he's an idiot as well, since he's never had anyone stand up for him or have his back. He spends a lot of his time in the chassis trying to prove otherwise. He just hates being thought of that way so much when he knows he's not.

"You're in this together, aren't you? You've been playing me the whole time! Both of you! First you make me think you're brain damaged! Then you convince me you're sworn enemies with your best friend over here!"

A lot of people might bring up the paradox that she tried to use against him as proof as he's unintelligent, but really, he's simply choosing not to listen to GLaDOS.

"Hey, Moron!"

"Oh. Hello."

"Alright. Paradox time. This. Sentence. Is. FALSE don't think about it don't think about it..."

"Um, true. I'll go with true."

"I'll be honest, I might have heard that one before, though. Sort of cheating."

He's not thinking about it because he didn't care what she had to say. He saw her as just another asshole in his life and acted ignorant towards her comments.

He's also the only character in the game who apologizes. Nobody else does except him.

Yes, he's just a fictional character and whatever, I know, he's not real. But.. let me tell you why this is so important to me.

When I was a child, I had a lot of issues with other people. They would call me a crybaby, they would spread rumors about me doing disgusting things and other horrible things. Even my teacher didn't like me. I was diagnosed with ADHD at a very young age, and that made me very emotional and sensitive, making me stand out from everyone else.

Nobody wanted to spend time with me, nobody wanted to sit with me, and I spent most of my time alone in the library playing computer games since the kids outside wouldn't even let me play with them. Kids were scared of even touching me because of Diary of A Wimpy kid books spreading the idea of the cheese touch, and everything there called it the Sarah touch. It was horrible. Bullying made me introverted and now, I spend all my time alone because I didn't have friends. I'm sensitive and insecure, and I have issues communicating with people, as well as taking things people say a bit too personally sometimes. By the end of elementary school, I only really had 2 friends.

Although my experience isn't the same, I know that a lot of these things are similar; being singled out because of things you don't understand or have control of, and people constantly spreading rumors and lies about you to make people hate you and avoid you. You learn to not trust people around you and that you're the only person you can really rely on.

Sure, you can keep thinking Wheatley is a moron, I can't help that. All I want is people to stop spreading it everywhere and look into it for themselves. To develop their own opinions based on his actions rather than what GLaDOS says about him. I just want people to know that they're doing the same exact thing the kids at school did to them as a child to Wheatley, and it's not right.

Thank you for reading. Sorry if this was a bit all over the place, I just want people entering the fandom or have been in it for a while to see this and take some kind of action to improve upon themselves and their views of others around them. I used to think the same thing. I thought he was a power hungry idiot, but.. he's not. And I think that should be more widespread knowledge.

#wheatley #portal 2 #GLaDOS #chell

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ayamari-no-goshi · 3 years

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Verboten 13 | (T)

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Fandom: Danny Phantom (DP)

Summary: AU. When Danny was five years old, he went missing for 2 weeks. In the years that follow, his family tried to make sense of what happened, only for the truth to be discovered years later.

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, language. Be prepared for some very weird things

Parings: Danny/Sam

Notes: originally uploaded to Ff.net. Cross-posted to AO3 and tumblr. This fic is very heavily inspired by folklore surrounding mysterious wilderness disappearances

Chapter 13

After his mother made sure he ate something light, Danny escaped to his bedroom and set up a video chat with his friends. Once all of them were certain they would not be overheard, Danny told them about the strange green wall that saved him from whatever tried to attack him.

His friends were convinced it had something to do with his ghostly side. However, he wasn't as certain. Up until that point, the only ghostly abilities he'd seen were the random bouts of invisibility and intangibility of his arms and legs. Not only that, he hadn't been able to switch to his ghostly appearance since he returned from the other side.

Although it took a while, he eventually opened up to his friends about the little information he had about his abilities. Instead of being freaked out, they seemed fascinated. After a quick argument, Danny eventually gave in and agreed to let them attempt to help him figure things out.

It wasn't exactly the result he wanted. While he knew he was alive, he couldn't ignore the fact part of him wasn't exactly human. Up until he was released from the hospital, he thought he might be able to ignore what happened to him. However, between the events at school and whatever the thing that tried attacking him was, he knew it was impossible. Clockwork and Frostbite even warned him he might be in danger in the world of the living.

Speaking of Clockwork, how would the ghost contact him? Or better yet, how would Danny contact him? Did the ghost know what that thing was? Or how it could be stopped? If anything, that was the sort of very important information he needed.

Danny sighed and prepared for bed. He hoped everything would start making more sense in the morning.

….

When he finally wandered down to the kitchen the next morning for breakfast, Danny was surprised to find Vlad Masters talking with his parents. His unofficial uncle stood and swept him into a hug once he realized he was there.

"Daniel, I'm so happy to see you're alright." Vlad made a show of being concerned once he released him. "I'm deeply sorry I was unable to visit you when you were hospitalized. Between the police investigation from both my employee's and your class' disappearances and the resulting paperwork, it was impossible to make the trip."

As much as Danny usually didn't mind the visits from Vlad, today, the man sent shivers down his spine. It didn't make any sense. As unnerved as he was, he figured he was just being paranoid and tried to shrug it off. "It's fine. I mean, I know how busy you are. I did get your 'get well' gift though. I can't believe you were able to get the blue prints for that shuttle! It usually takes at least a few years for NASA to release information like that."

"It was no trouble at all, my boy. But, your parents told me something troubling. You were attacked yesterday?"

Danny just shrugged as he grabbed some of the pancakes waiting on the counter. "Yeah, the police are looking for the guy," he eventually answered after he sat down and took a bite.

"Honey, Vlad's here at our request." After raising a questioning eyebrow at his mother, she explained, "Your father and I did some digging on the thing you saw yesterday. On accident, we discovered other similar reports, not just from here, but from other places where there have been a lot of strange deaths. To be blunt, Danny we're not exactly sure what you saw, but we're becoming worried something dangerous has started crossing over into our world."

"So why…?"

His dad startled everyone by pulling Vlad into a side hug. "Your mom contacted Vladdy here to see if he had some contacts for our research, and he decided he wanted to directly get involved. Isn't that great?"

His mom fondly shook her head as Vlad tried to pull himself out of his dad's grasp. "What your father means is that Vlad has offered to both fund and assist with the research this time around," his mother clarified.

"I felt it was prudent I was more directly involved," Vlad explained as he straightened out his suit. "If I understood what your parents told me correctly, you didn't see a person?" With that question, the normal businessman seemed to vanish, and a stranger suddenly appeared in his place as his expression turned predatory.

The expression reminded Danny of Plasmius, and it made the uneasy feeling worse. "Uh… I told my parents everything I saw." He quickly finished his pancakes and ignored the desire to get a second helping. His parents even got the real maple syrup this time. It was so tempting, but he needed to get away from Vlad. Once his plate was rinsed and put in the sink, he headed towards the doorway. "Well, I need to get going. I promised Sam and Tucker I would meet up with them."

"Young man, you're not seriously thinking about going out today after everything that happened?"

He just rolled his eyes at his mother. "I think as long as I stick to the main streets and don't try to dodge behind buildings again I'll be fine." Before he left the room, he glanced at Vlad. "Hey… this might sound weird, but… uh, has anyone else gone missing from your company?"

The man's eyes narrowed at the question. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean, Daniel."

"It's nothing. Forget I said anything." Not wanting to be questioned any further, Danny ran out of the room to get ready. After getting ready in record time, he sped from the house and towards the park.

….

Well, he could have done a better job at forming an escape plan. Sure, he managed to get to the park without being attacked or having his parents decide they needed to follow him, but he wasn't supposed to meet up with Sam and Tucker for another hour. Groaning, he plopped himself down on an empty bench and reviewed his options.

He could continue to sit where he was, but being a teenager, boredom would quickly get to him. Checking his phone, he realized he probably didn't have enough of a charge to keep him entertained while he waited. Now that he thought about it, ever since his misadventure to the land of the dead, it had trouble keeping a charge. Something about that place probably fried it.

Not wanting to risk it going dead, he thought about his other options. Fast food was out. Tucker would kill him if he took a trip to the Nasty Burger without him. He could walk around town, but after what happened yesterday, he really didn't want to risk running into whatever that thing was again. Actually, what was he doing in the middle of the park, alone, when that thing was running around town?

Paranoid, he glanced around. Other than a couple nearby trees, his current position put him in a rather open area of the park. No one or thing would easily be able to sneak up on him, and now that he thought about it, the weird feeling he got before it appeared wasn't present. While he wasn't completely relieved, it was better than nothing, and it still left him with nothing to do.

He checked the area again. The park was strangely empty for the time of day, though with all the strange things happening around town, he figured people were just staying away. So, maybe he could try to work on control his abilities a little. Having some sort of handle on the invisibility and intangibility would be nice.

After setting an alarm on his phone so he wouldn't forget to meet up with his friends, he started focusing on his hands. When his abilities activated, it often felt as if the affected limb went numb, so he focused on that. However, attempting to will his own arm to go numb was just as hard as it seemed, and he quickly grew frustrated. Though, he did notice a cold child run up his spine.

"How quaint. Didn't your allies give you any information when they helped you escape?"

Startled at the voice, Danny jump up only to find Plasmius floating behind him. As he backed away, he realized the scenery changed. The purple and green swirls of the sky immediately alerted him to the fact he was back in the land of the dead. How in the world did Plasmius do that?

"It's a nice trick, isn't it? But it's really not that hard. Creatures like us who have ties to this world can easily slip into it. It's only difficult when we try to bring the living with us."

"I'll remember that," Danny replied dryly. "What… what do you want?"

"There are many things that I want," the creature admitted, "but right now, I'm only interested in your progress and possibly to trade some information."

"Well, I'm still living, if that's what you want."

"Yes, but not quite. While I loathe to say I'm not as skilled in being able to detect other ghosts and spirits as some of the others I've encountered, I can still detect the faint thrum of a ghostly core within you. Why don't you change into your more fitting form?"

"More fitting?" Danny repeated faintly. This thing thought him looking like a ghost was more fitting? "Sorry to disappoint you, but I haven't been able to chance since I came home."

"Really? With how much ambient energy is available in your home, I would have thought it would have occurred fairly regularly as you adjusted. No matter. It seems your body is naturally responding to this world."

"Huh?" His attention turned to the flash of light around his midsection. Knowing what that meant, he hugged his stomach as he tried to stop the process. His core was active. He could feel its power trying to surge through him. "Come on. Stop it." He didn't want to give Plasmius what he wanted, but his feeble attempts meant nothing and the power overcame him. As he fell to his knees as his body recovered from the recoil of trying to stop it, he sensed Plasmius float closer to him.

"It's remarkable how human you still look in that form. I would have thought there would have been a more drastic change as your core settled."

"You mean you were expecting me to look something more like you?"

"No, not necessarily like me, but it is unusual to find a ghost who could easily pass as a human without attempting to hide anything."

Standing, Danny glared at the specter. "Are you just here to marvel at how weird I am? Or can I go now?" It was one thing for him to be unsettled by the changes, but he didn't need some creepy ghost, who happened to be partially responsible for what happened to him, commenting on how he was different than other ghosts. Of course he was different! He was still human.

The ghost pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I am getting somewhat sidetracked. Now, Daniel, like I said, I approached you for information and nothing more. Firstly, what do you know of what is stalking this city? You encountered it recently, did you not?"

"How did you…?" A chill ran down Danny's spine as he backed away. Was this thing spying on him?

"I believe I mentioned that I do try to keep taps on you. I still have not given up on wanting you to become my eventual heir after all, but rumors of it and others like it have been circling for a while. Ghosts older than I despise them, but it has been difficult to procure information regarding them."

"You probably know more than I do then," Danny replied. Plasmius did seem like he only wanted to talk, but that didn't mean he could change his mind. If he did decide he wanted to attack, there was little Danny could do to stop him. If he was able to get out of this, he was definitely going to focus on working on his powers just so he could defend himself against Plasmius. "It looked like a deformed person. It… it…" The memory of it holding something red and the sound of dripping blood made his stomach turn. "It took… part of that person. When it left, it turned into an old lady."

Plasmius frowned as he mulled over the information. "Daniel, what exactly did it take?"

The image flashed across his mind again, and his shook his head to try to get rid of it. "Look, I don't know. There was blood down the front of the guy's chest. It was part of his body. I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Hmm… I wonder if that was the intention or an afterthought. I will investigate that. If it was intentional, then the rumors I've heard may in fact be true," the ghost muttered to himself before glancing at Danny again. "Now, I have one final bit of information I need from you. What exactly do you know of my involvement with the companies of Vlad Masters?" His almost friendly attitude turned icy.

"Involvement?" Danny replied nervously. He could feel Plasmius' energy building, and he knew the specter wouldn't hesitate to attack if he wasn't careful enough with his words. "All I know if that you took one of Vlad's employees for experiments." After debating for a moment, he slowly added, "The person who helped me escape said you've done a lot of experiments like that. Wait, are you spying on Vlad so you can get new people for whatever you're doing?"

Nothing he said was technically a lie. However, he was definitely wasn't going to say anything about how Tucker managed to copy some of the ghost's files and discovered he was spying on what seemed like all aspects of Vlad's companies. Yeah, that was going to remain a secret.

Plasmius narrowed his eyes which prompted Danny to back away. "Butter biscuits! I seem to have unintentionally given away too much. I believe our meeting has come to an end, but mark my words, boy, it would do you well to stay out of my business. What I'm doing is to benefit both of us." With that warning, he faded from view.

Danny spun around to attempt to figure out where he went only to find himself back in the park. There didn't seem to be any sign of Plasmius, and he didn't seem to have any of the weird chills he tended to get before something strange happened.

He should be happy he hadn't been injured by the other ghost, but the interaction left him unsettled. How did Plasmius know where he was? Was he stalking him? Actually, seeing as the ghost orchestrated an entire scheme to get to him when his school was on a camping trip that was probably the case. To make matters worse, now that he was something in between a human and a ghost, Plasmius could pull another stunt like that any time he wanted.

Not wanting to stay out in the open any longer, he grabbed his phone and ran. According to the clock, he still had some time before he needed to meet up with his friends, but that was not going to deter him from going to Sam's house. As silly as it was, her parents' anti-paranormal stance almost acted as an unofficial ward. If anything tried creating chaos in that house, he was positive Mrs. Manson would somehow throw it out of the house by sheer force of will.

Once he was out of the park, he took a moment to text Sam to let her know he was on the way. While he knew she wouldn't exactly mind if he showed up early, it was still better to let her know so she could keep her parents at bay. The only tolerated him after all.

When he was done, he noticed something off about his reflection. His hair was still white. Panicked, he checked himself, and sure enough, it seemed as if he was still in his ghost form. He tried to trigger the change, but he had no idea what to do to reverse it. When he was with Frostbite, his body just seemed to do it automatically. Not wanting to say out in the open any longer than he had to, he ran.

As he approached Sam's house, he called her to give her a heads up on his problem. Her response was to have him climb up the rope ladder she had for her regular escapes so he could get to her room without risking her parents seeing him before the problem was fixed.

Ten minutes and one harrowing rope ladder climb later (seriously, that thing was a safety hazard), Danny found himself sitting on Sam's bed while she examined him. Her pokes and prods made him self-conscious to the point where he actually pulled away from her.

"I get it. I look weird, but will you seriously stop?"

She shook her head as she sat down beside him. "In all honesty, you don't look that weird at all. Compared to the last time I saw you like this, you actually look healthy." When he gave her an incredulous look, she grabbed his hands. "What? I'm being serious. Aside from the glow, you look fine. The first time, you had this weird green tinge to your skin which was really creepy."

"Thanks? I think?"

Realizing she was still holding his hands, she let go and stood up. "Ignoring that, my parents are actually still home for once. Let's see if we can get you back to normal, well, your version of it, that is." At his indignant 'hey', she just laughed.

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So, the little jab about real maple syrup... To be honest, I don't care for the stuff, but so many people I know make a clear distinction between normal store bought maple syrup and the "real" stuff (apparently you just have to double check what you grab?). And because I'm thinking about it, Karo isn't fake maple syrup; it's corn syrup.

Did you know it's fun to write Plasmius? His speech is a bit odd as he tends to attempt to sound as educated as possible while still throwing in some causal aspects. I find it that balance fun to write.

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peachfluffsoftstuff · 4 years

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Beyond The Reef [3]

Content: G/T, Fearplay, Mouthplay, Unwilling Prey, Shark Mer Pred

Word Count: 2012

Fandom: N/A; Original Content

A/N: New chapter! No full vore this time, but not for lack of trying 😂

Aless tried to calm his racing heart as he wrapped himself around a hard coral, in a low grove on the ocean floor. He could see Skim from there, and watched as his tail swung from side to side lazily in the sunlight.

A part of him had been so sure that it was some kind of trick. That as soon as he rejected the offer, Skim would grab him and shove him in between those multitudes of teeth and crush him into bits. Even if the story was true, there was no way he’d let Aless get away with wasting his time, when he could easily ‘repay’ him by becoming lunch.

Except… That didn’t seem to be the case.

Skim showed no signs of wanting to track him down or even try to go back to Hali Reef like Aless had feared. He simply basked in the sun lazily.

Maybe… Was it possible that he had really been telling the truth? About everything?

Aless considered it. His life at home was hellish and lonely, and everyone there had always talked about how he was sure to become something’s snack with how often he traveled out of the safety of their little reef. With Skim, he could go so much farther.

Even with what Skim had mentioned… It would be worth it. He could deal.

He clenched his fists, and then darted out into the open, heading towards Skim’s sunning spot with bullheaded determination. About halfway there, he suddenly felt something pinch around his tail, stopping him cold.

“Going somewhere, little fish?” An amused, unfamiliar voice asked, before Aless was jerked up by his tail in a dizzying ascent.

When his vision settled, he was face-level with yet another giant mer. This one had pale skin, a mane of red hair, and the tail of an orca. His deep brown eyes were locked on Aless, and his mouth was curled up into a threatening smile, showing off sharp teeth. “You’ve got perfect timing. I was just starting to feel a bit peckish.”

Aless paled, and his frills flared out in panic. “No!” He tried to jerk away, but was stopped by another hand pinching down on his freshly-bruised midsection, making him yelp. The giant brought him close to his lips, and slowly dragged his slick tongue across Aless’s front as he wriggled. He swiped his tongue over his upper lip, apparently savoring the taste.

“Oh, yeah, you’ll do nicely. Make sure you squirm on the way down,” the mer said, before lazily flicking his tongue out and dragging the tip of Aless’s tail into his mouth. He pulled most of Aless’s lower half into his mouth like a noodle, and Aless could feel the fleshy heat against his scales.

The tiny mer thrashed and twisted around desperately. “Skim!” he called, as loudly as he could. “Skim! Help--!”

“Mmrph?” The mer looked down at Aless, cross eyed, but didn’t stop slowly suctioning more of him into his mouth, tongue clinging to his back and tugging him in up to his waist. Aless scrambled for purchase, grabbing at the lip and nose above him and trying to dig his claws in. He could feel his tail fin grazing the back of the throat, so close to being devoured.

“Rhys?” a familiar voice said, and Aless nearly wept with relief. “What are you-- hey! Spit him out!”

The newly-named Rhys paused, and Aless took the opportunity to tilt his head back and see a worried Skim only a meter or two away. He flinched as Rhys’s hand descended on him again, this time looping fingers around his chest and pulling him out of his mouth with strength that showed how careful Skim had been being, before. Aless struggled to breathe in the bone-crushing grip, while Rhys looked at Skim, annoyed. “What is it, Inkblot? Is this one your Bonded or something?”

Skim hesitated, looking down at Aless, who was still recovering from the rapid change in surroundings. “He’s… um--”

“Because if he’s not, I found him and you can’t stop me from having a snack.” Rhys started to pull his hand back towards his mouth, making Aless writhe in panic, and Skim jerked forwards.

“Yes! Yes, he is my Bonded. So let him go.” Aless’s struggles faltered. Rhys narrowed his eyes, suspicious.

“Prove it.” He said, and dangled Aless between them. Aless looked at Skim, eyes wide and uncertain. Rhys jostled him tauntingly. “He’s your Bonded, right? So, eat him, soft scales.”

Aless saw the way Skim froze up, and felt oddly reassured. He really did care, it looked like. He kept himself carefully still as Skim reached out, and gently looped his fingers around Aless as Rhys released him. He pulled Aless up towards his face, bright eyes locked on him. There was no haze in them this time, only worry.

“If you just let him go, I’ll kick your ass.” Rhys inspected his claws casually, but his body was angled towards them, ready to pounce.

Aless thought he could probably deal some damage too, just going by his size and viciousness alone. He tensed a bit in Skim’s hand and avoided eye contact, trying to prepare himself for what was coming. It wouldn’t be like before. Skim wouldn’t hurt him. He’d be okay.

After a long moment, though, the fingers around Aless loosened, and then fell away entirely, leaving him completely free. He looked up at Skim in shock, and Skim looked back down with a sort of wry amusement, no doubt expecting him to bolt. A yard away, Rhys cursed.

“What the hell did I just say--” He stopped short as Aless flitted even closer to Skim, close enough that he could reach out and touch his face. Skim, too, seemed frozen at his closeness, gills barely fluttering. Feeling giddy with adrenaline, Aless tapped the tip of his nose playfully, amused at the way Skim’s mouth had fallen partly open in shock.

He took a second to steel himself, and then darted down to that open mouth and twisted past those sharp, sharp teeth before he could lose his nerve. A noise of surprise echoed softly around him, and Skim didn’t close his mouth, holding his tongue carefully still. Aless could still see Rhys’s face, so he settled onto the soft flesh of the tongue and made a rude gesture, acting as though he was as familiar with this mouth as the back of his hand.

Rhys clicked his tongue, irritated, and waved a dismissive hand. “I get it, bastard, I’ll find something else to snack on.” He shot a menacing grin over his shoulder as he swam off. “But if I ever find that morsel of yours unattended again, don’t think I won’t borrow him for a taste.”

Aless shuddered, and watched uneasily as the mer vanished into the deep. The tongue underneath him shifted, and he jumped a bit as Skim made a questioning sound, since he couldn't exactly form syllables just then. Right. He’d felt safe enough that he’d almost forgotten where he was for a moment. No wonder people thought he’d end up a meal.

Aless easily propelled himself out of Skim’s mouth, gaining some distance for both of their sakes. Skim seemed to be still processing what had happened, eyes wide.

“You, uh… That was some quick thinking. Sorry he caught you like that. Are you okay?”

Aless felt that same warm reassurance at his concern. “I’m fine.”

“Good… If you want, I can help you back home, or close to it. That way you won’t run into any more possible predators. I’m guessing you’ve had enough of that for a while, huh?” Skim smiled at him goofily, and then remembered himself, covering his dagger teeth with his hand. “Ah, sorry!”

Aless startled them both by laughing. “It’s— uh, it’s okay. And no, I don’t want you to take me back.”

“Are you sure? It’s dangerous…”

“I’m sure. I don’t want to go back at all.” Aless watched Skim blink, the giant mer’s face twisting with confusion.

“Huh?”

“I want to travel with you. As your Bonded. ...If that’s okay.”

Skim stared a moment longer, and then an uncontrollable grin split his face. “That’s more than okay! Are you sure?”

Aless nodded, resolute despite the way all those sharp teeth sent a shiver down his spine. “I’m sure.”

“Yes!” Skim did an elaborate corkscrew twist in the water, clearly overwhelmed with joy. He circled back around to Aless, wiggling with excitement like a giant seal puppy. “This is great! I’m so glad! I gotta be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to more or less abducting anyone else, even if just for a bit. Once was more than enough.”

… How in the world had he been scared of someone this earnest?

“You’re a pretty straightforward guy, huh?” Aless responded, trying to hide a grin. Skim stuck his tongue out at him, and then paused.

“That’s right! What’s your name?”

Aless blinked. He hadn’t told him yet, had he? “I’m Aless. And you’re Skim, right? Or is it Inkblot?”

Skim laughed, ruffling his hair and almost dislodging some of the errant kelp strung in it. “Oh, no, Inkblot is just a nickname. I’m Skim!”

He held out a hand, and Aless darted forwards, placing his own webbed fingers on the tip of one of those huge fingers with barely-concealed awe. Skim seemed just as enchanted by the size difference as he was.

“Wow… I’ve never really gotten to interact with any bitty mers up close before,” he admitted, shaping his hand into a scoop that gently bracketed one side of the tiny mer, careful not to crowd him. “Most of them tend to be pretty skittish around us, ‘specially if they know about the curse.”

Aless leaned tentatively against the palm, able to feel that steady heartbeat again. “Really? I thought knowing about the curse would make them less worried, since they’d know you won’t eat anyone for real.”

“I wish,” Skim sighed. “But they have a right to be scared. Some sharks from the Eastern Depths decided that bonding wasn’t as efficient as just… hunting down new prey that matched their wavelength whenever they started feeling the curse’s effects.”

Aless felt a chill. “Hunting down as in… actually eating them?”

“Yeah,” Skim replied grimly. “It’s messed up. Don’t worry, though, I promise to keep you safe.”

Aless nodded slowly, and then was distracted by an oversized finger carefully ruffling his hair. He shoved it lightly, wrinkling his nose. “Hey, quit it!”

“But it’s so fluffy!” Despite his protest, Skim obligingly lifted his finger away. A thought seemed to strike him.

“Oh man, I can’t wait to tell Devon that I found my Bonded on the first try! Lucky!”

Aless watched with amusement as the big mer fist pumped in celebration. “That’s right, you had someone with you. Where did your other… uh, friend(?) go? He wasn’t in the cove, right?”

Skim tilted his head. “Devon? No, he said this part was my job. Can’t have your mentor do everything, after all! He’ll probably be back soon.”

“Oh,” Aless replied, feeling a pit of fear form in his stomach at the thought of facing yet another giant. He mentally shook himself. He would be fine, Skim was there and had promised to protect him. If he wanted this thing to work, he had to trust the bigger mer, like it or not. “And then what?”

“Then we do the second bond!” Skim chirped. “Though… I don’t actually know what the process for it is. Dev likes to keep things pretty hush-hush.”

“That’s not very reassuring,” Aless grumbled, thinking about the scare the first bond had given him. Skim chuckled, offering the tiny mer a hand.

“We should probably get closer to the cove, that way Dev doesn’t miss us. Want a ride?”

Aless’s fins fluttered indecisively for a moment, and then he steeled himself, swimming forwards and grabbing onto Skim’s thumb. He managed not to flinch when the fingers curled up around him, and then they were off.

#G/T Vore #Mermaid #Vore Writing #Original Characters #Fearplay #Beyond the Reef #BtR #OC: Skim #OC: Aless #OC: Rhys

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angelsunflowers-fanfics · 4 years

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Sean Diaz x Female!Reader (Cheater Cheater)

Request: Hey, I was wondering if I could get another Sean Diaz one shot where the reader has been cheated on or something and he comes to comfort her which leads to him admitting his feelings for her, maybe?? Can it be in the reader's POV and the reader be female?? Please!? ☺️ Thank you so much 💕💕💕

Fandom: Life is Strange 2

Genre: Fluff, Angst (Cheating)

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“He did what?” Sean practically growled.

Lyla nodded sympathetically for her hurt friend, (y/n). At the moment, she was crying her eyes out at home. All alone.

Lyla had finally delivered the news that (y/n)’s boyfriend of 8 months was found cheating by (Y/n) herself, in the most brutal of ways. Both Lyla and Sean were clearly upset about the matter, but it was not like they could go just staple dead birds to her ex’s car.

They could, but they shouldn’t.

Sean stared at the ground for a few moments, tapping a foot against the ground lightly before staring down the road, where (y/n)’s house was placed at the end. He could go over to her place to be sure that she was okay, she got really sensitive about these things… she was soft.

Sean turned his attention to Lyla for a moment before handing her his backpack and bolting down the street toward (y/n)’s house. It was the smallest on the block but not hard to miss.

Lyla could only throw her hands in the air out of frustration. It would have been helpful if Sean had said what he was doing instead of just throwing his backpack at her. But she knew that he was doing the right thing.

He always did.

Sean slowed down his sprinting to a light jog as he ran to her front door. He contemplated knocking or just opening the door, but before he could choose, (y/n) opened the door to face Sean.

His heart dropped to his stomach as he took in her appearance. Her eyes were puffy and red like she had been crying for hours and her hands are shaky.

“Lyla told me what happened, what he did to you,” Sean said gently.

She shook her head lightly, crossing her arms over her chest to support herself as she was trying her very hardest not to burst into tears in front of Sean. He could tell that she was close to breaking down. With careful movements, Sean grabbed one of her hands and pulled her out of the house, so he could look at her clearly. (y/n) was wearing the hoodie that Sean let her keep from a few months ago.

He remembered that night, it was cold and (y/n) forgot her jacket like she always did. So Sean let her keep one of his. He knew that he could afford the cost.

But the sight of his crush in his clothes made him a little flustered.

“I, uh… W-why don’t you come back to my place? I don’t want you to be alone right now,” Sean stuttered.

(y/n) glanced back into the dark living room before staring at Sean who beamed comfort and contentment. She slowly nodded before wiping her face of tears and shutting her front door closed.

“You can tell me what happened on the way, okay?” He asked, trying to reassure her.

A jolt of electric shock went through Sean as (Y/n) slowly grabbed one of his hands, wanting to feel his warmth as they walk. (y/n) slowly began to retell the story of how she found her boyfriend cheating. It wasn’t a pretty story. “We were supposed to go on a date and he told me to meet at his house… but before I could knock on the door, I found them in the car… He continued to-- he continued while he talked to me. I shouldn’t be so upset because he isn’t a good person but…”

Sean listened closely, not being able to afford to miss a second of his crush’s agony. He knew that the best thing he could do for her at the moment was to be with her.

The afternoon quickly turned into the crisp and cool evening. In response to the weather change, (y/n) tucked herself closer to Sean. He was always warm.

Sean couldn’t find any words to express how angry he felt that something like this could happen to her. He huffed angrily before opening the door to his modest home and allowing (y/n) to slip inside first.

He found himself flustered as (y/n) refused to release her tight grip on his hand. Though Sean didn’t have the most experience, he knew that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt (y/n).

Sean saw how much he was making physical contact with (y/n) but didn’t halt his actions as there were no complaints from her. He wanted to make sure that she was as comfortable as possible.

He glanced at the couch before setting her down onto the soft cushions. She stared up at him with doe eyes, not knowing what was going to happen next but trusting Sean completely.

"I'll be right in the kitchen. Stay here," Sean said.

Sean ran a hand through his hair almost stressfully. He watched from the kitchen as (y/n) curled against one side of the couch, forming her body to make a small ball to minimize the amount of room that she’d take. He couldn’t understand why anyone would want to hurt (y/n). If anything, She was probably too nice, if there was such a thing.

Sean watcheed himself pour hot chocolate into a mug, almost like he wasn’t in control of his own body. He felt off; like he needed to do something, but what? He slowly snapped himself back to reality. What his crush needed right now was someone to comfort her. Sean grabbed the small mug of fresh hot chocolate and carried it to where (y/n) was curled up.

Sean carefully set the mug on the coffee table before sitting next to (y/n), watching as she slowly moved to face him. He didn’t really know what to say. What should someone even say in these sorts of situations?

She took a deep breath of the air around herself, Sean's house. It was filled with the smell of coffee, his cologne, new books, and ink. Whenever she was near him, (y/n) felt safe, not to mention that all of his clothes were crazy comfy. She had started a bit of a collection of sorts.

“I… I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling right now. But I’m here for you if you need anything,” Sean said.

(y/n) took a bold move in moving her entire body to rest against Sean’s lap, eyes peered up at him innocently. He didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to say anything. Sean was stiff with his movements but he slowly moved one of his hands to dig through (y/n)’s hair, soothing her against him.

“I know that this is the worst possible time to admit this but… I’ve loved you since we met… My timing has never been perfect. I’m sorry,” Sean said.

(y/n) slowly grabbed his free hand before pressing a light kiss to his palm before holding it close to her chest.

“I know, Lyla told me Sophmore year… I liked you too, I still do, but I didn’t want that to get in the way of our friendship…” (y/n) explained.

She slowly drew small circles on his hand with the tips of her fingers, thinking of the right words to say. She wanted to start a relationship with him, she had since Sophmore year but she didn’t want to get hurt again. And so soon after getting her heartbroken. She wasn’t in love with her last boyfriend, but she did like him, quite a bit.

“I want to take it slow, okay?” She asked.

Sean sat against the couch, relieved that everything went okay. He definitely wasn’t planning on confessing to (y/n) today but the opportunity arose and something new came out of it so no regrets?

No. no regrets from Sean’s perspective and the only regrets that (y/n) had were that she even went out on a date with her last relationship when she should’ve asked Sean out a year ago. But…

Better late than never.

#Sean Diaz #Sean Diaz x reader #Life is strange #Life is strange x reader #Life is strange 2

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winchester-fantasies · 4 years

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Backtrack - Borrowed Time: Chapter 3

Backtrack Masterlist

Series Summary: What if you were the one Dean came to instead of Lisa? Rewrite of “Swan Song” and some of S6.

Word Count: 1448

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, some swearing

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

A/N: Chapter 3 is finally here!!!! 😁 Thanks for your understanding and I hope you enjoy!! ❤️❤️ Chapter 3’s song: Burning Desire by Lana Del Rey.

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“Okay, I’m off!” you said, going over to Dean who sat at the kitchen table, leaning down to brush a quick kiss across his forehead. “See you tonight.”

Dean hummed his goodbye past the food in his mouth as you headed for the door. You locked it once it was closed behind you before you hurried down the stone steps and set out at a brisk pace. You were supposed to be at work at 10:00, but you were already late.

You wouldn’t have been if you had been able to get some sleep. Instead you’d stayed up for most of the night comforting Dean. Not that you minded. You were glad he had someone he could turn to when his memories and nightmares became too much.

The day was warm and sunny and you enjoyed your walk even though you were behind, reaching work just five minutes after 10:00. “Hey, Mandy!” you greeted, panting, as you pushed open the door to the art gallery.

“Hey, girl!” your coworker said with a grin.

You hurried around the counter to the back room where your boss was seated at her desk. “Sorry I’m late, Monica,” you said, depositing your purse in your cubby.

“Another rough night?” Monica asked, glancing up from her computer, a look of concern in her dark eyes.

“Yeah,” you said simply with a tight-lipped smile. Both Monica and Mandy knew about Dean coming back into your life, and as far as they were concerned, he was a veteran who had returned from war and dealt with PTSD. And it really wasn’t much of a lie; Dean had seen his fair share of battles and faced his own demons.

“I know I’ve told you before, but I’ll say it again, if you need to take awhile off from work, then do it,” Monica said. “I know everything going on right now isn’t just affecting Dean.”

“Thanks, Monica,” you said with a small smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Truth be told, although Dean had applied for several jobs, he’d only been able to snag a few odd jobs here and there, leaving you to support both of you for the time being. Dean had an interview later today to meet with a contractor of a local construction company that you both hoped would lead to more solid and consistent work.

You made your way back to the front where Mandy was talking to a customer that had just come in. The older woman was interested in buying a painting for her husband for his birthday, and you gladly led her around the gallery, more than a little thrilled when she decided to buy one of yours.

The day passed by quickly and you were soon headed back to your apartment. You saw the Impala parked in front of the apartment. You made your way to the door, finding Dean in the kitchen, the smell of spaghetti filling the air.

“Hey,” you greeted, going over and pecking his cheek.

“Hey, how was your day?” he asked.

“It was good,” you said, setting your purse on the table. “I sold one of my paintings today!”

“Hey!” Dean exclaimed. “That’s awesome, sweetheart!”

“Thanks,” you said as you joined him once again at the stove, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him to place a tender kiss on your temple. “How was your day?”

“Yeah, uh, it was good,” Dean said, stirring the pasta. “I, uh, I got the job,” he added nonchalantly, turning off the burner and taking the pot from the stove and depositing the spaghetti into the strainer.

“Really?” you asked excitedly. “That’s amazing! When do you start?”

“Tomorrow,” Dean said, shaking the pasta out before rinsing it and putting it back in the pot to add a bit of olive oil.

“That’s great! It’ll be good for you to have something to get your mind off everything,” you added before you could catch yourself. You saw his jaw clench and his eyes were dark as he dished some of the pasta out on two plates.

You took one of them from his hand before he could respond and headed for the table. “This smells delicious!”

Dean joined you at the table and you proceeded to eat in silence, the tension palpable. You knew you’d hit a nerve with mentioning Sam’s death, but you’d been so excited....

After dinner, you washed the dishes and helped Dean clean the kitchen then showered and got ready for bed. You met Dean in the bedroom, climbing in beside him and flipping off the light.

You were awoken a few hours later by movement, whimpers and cries filling the air. You rolled over to find Dean thrashing around on the bed, drenched in sweat. You sat up and reached over to him. “Dean!” you yelled, shaking him.

Dean jerked awake, sitting up straight in bed, his eyes wild as he glanced around almost frantically. “Dean,” you said again, this time softer. He glanced over, his expression softening a bit when he met your gaze. Without a word he reached over, wrapping his arms around you before you wound your own around him and pulled him into you, his hips slotted between your thighs. He clung to you tightly as if you were his life preserver and you were the only thing keeping him above the waves.

“It’s okay,” you soothed, running your hands up and down his sweat soaked back. His breathing eventually evened out and he settled down.

Dean raised his head, his eyes meeting yours. “Thank you,” he whispered. You smiled, running your fingers along his jaw. He glanced to your mouth before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours.

You returned it, your tongues soon slipping into one another’s mouths. Dean’s hands slid down your sides, hands sliding under your shirt and pushing it up. You sat up as he reached your breasts, raising your arms as he pulled it off. You reached for the hem of his next before shedding both of your sweats, soon adding them to the growing pile of clothing before you leaned forward, once more finding each other’s mouths.

You moaned as Dean settled back between your legs, the pressure of his growing erection pressing just right against your core. You rolled your hips, a hiss leaving his lips at the feeling of your wetness gliding along his cock.

“I want to take my time with you,” Dean grunted. “But baby, I don’t think I can last.”

“Neither can I,” you panted, your desperation for one another obvious to the both of you. It had been so long since you’d been intimate with one another. Sleepless nights, pining for one another, and memories all culminated to this moment.

Dean leaned back, gripping his erection before guiding it into you. You moaned at the feeling soon followed by a groan from Dean as he pushed in. You’d forgotten just how good he felt.

“Holy shit, sweetheart,” Dean breathed as he finally bottomed out. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Move Dean…. Please,” you gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He obliged, setting a quick but purposeful pace, making sure you could feel every part of him. God, you had missed him, you realized. You’d been with many men since Dean had left, but none of them compared to him and the way he made you feel.

You soon lost all track of time, reveling in the feel and love you shared. Every rock of his hips, every brush of his cock against your sweet spot, every moan and every kiss seemed to piece your hearts back together until they were beating as one.

“B...baby,” Dean stuttered. “I...I can’t….”

“It’s okay, baby,” you reassured. “It’s okay. Just let go.”

And he did, his body stiffening and eyes falling shut, your name tumbling from his mouth with a throaty groan. His release triggered your own, your muscles trembling and hearing muffling as you came.

Dean pulled out and rolled to his side of the bed, his hand finding yours. “I love you,” he whispered as he linked your fingers together. Your eyes met, and you felt as if the air had been knocked from your lungs. His eyes were swimming with tears, but this time they weren’t ones of sadness - these were ones of contentment, adoration, and love.

You smiled, rolling to your side and sidling up to his body. You put your hand on his chest as his arm wrapped around your body, holding you close. You stared into one another’s eyes before you leaned forward, never breaking eye contact. “I love you, too,” you said before kissing him.

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Trade You A Kiss

Warning: Bakugo being himself. Extreme kissing and mentions of neck biting.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: BakuDeku (Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya)

Izuku Midoriya could be called many things, especially if Bakugo was the one providing the nicknames. ‘NERD’ ‘DUMBASS’ and ‘DEKU’ seemed to be the top three things Kacchan enjoyed calling him. Though if Izuku was being fair, ‘DUMBASS’ was the general term Kacchan used for most anyone. But above all, there was one thing that Izuku was associated with. All Might. He was the dedicated fanboy.

He had everything from All Might posters, to All Might dolls and bobbleheads, to All Might clothing and merchandise. He had bookmarked all his favorite All Might videos and such. Though there were a few pieces of rare All Might items that he couldn’t get his hands on or hope to even afford. It was a sad thing to know, but he managed just fine or so he thought. Though he was always a tad bit envious when it came to Kacchan.

But even so, he had never remembered being so envious of a piece of clothing until he saw Kacchan walking down the street. His eyes widened as he recognized the black hoodie right away, it’s golden trim around the cuffs and the exclusive red embroidery on the sleeves that spelled out the initials A.M. for ‘All Might.’ Most importantly was the design on the front, this particular hoodie was part of a design contest around the time when All Might’s career first took off.

Many had entered from what Izuku remembered reading, but in the end, a student from U.A. itself had won. Their design was simple, but it did the job. Across the front was All Might’s name spelled out in an edgy format and above the word ‘Might’ was a little chibi design of the number one hero himself. Only a few hundred hoodies were made as it was a limited edition, if you didn’t happen to get one it was unlikely you’d ever hope to have it in your possession.

But there Kacchan was, walking along the sidewalk with that same unhappy expression he always wore. His back hunched and hands hidden in the pocket of his jeans. His spiky uneven blond hair poking out in every direction and those red eyes of his were slit. Sometimes Izuku wondered how Kacchan could be so angry all the time, wasn’t it exhausting? But that wasn’t the issue at the current moment. In fact, it was the furthest thing from Izuku’s mind.

“Kacchan!” Izuku called, chasing after the ticking timebomb himself. “HUH!?” Bakugo turned, jaw clenched and an overall annoyed expression on his face as he saw it was Izuku who called his name. Though it was unmistakeable not to recognize the voice of that damned Deku. He pulled his hands out from his pockets and clenched them into tight fists. “YEAH? What do you want you DAMN DEKU?” Bakugo wasted no time in raising his voice, it didn’t matter who was around.

Izuku stopped, panting softly though he was smiling. “Heh, s-sorry Kacchan, just um ...well that hoodie you’re wearing ...” He began but Bakugo cut him off, taking a step toward the smaller male. “YEAH!? What about it DUMBASS?!” Izuku swallowed, unable to stop himself from flinching at the volume of Kacchan’s voice. “Uh, n-nothing it’s just uh ...w-well isn’t that the super rare limited edition All Might hoodie? The one made just six months into his Pro Hero career?” Izuku questioned cheerfully.

“Eh!?” Bakugo looked lost but also clearly annoyed at Izuku’s questions which truly meant nothing to him. “I don’t know what the HELL you’re talking about, you damned DEKU.” The words came out of his mouth with a loud hiss and Izuku took another step back, waving his arms like mad. “Ah Kacchan, calm down! It’s just ...I mean you really don’t know how rare that hoodie is?” Izuku questioned, pointing at the piece of clothing.

Bakugo clenched his jaw tighter, his pearly whites showing. “Who the FUCK cares?! It’s a damned piece of clothing, you NERD!” Izuku swore he could see sparks emitting from those clenched hands, oh God maybe this was a bad idea. “I-It’s not just a piece of clothing Kacchan! It’s the rare All Might limited edition, one of a kin-mm!” Izuku nearly screamed when Bakugo grabbed his face. “Say ANOTHER damned word and I’ll ROAST your fucking FACE OFF!” Izuku swallowed, okay this was a bad idea. Confirmed.

“K-Kacchan ...” He squeaked out, feeling those fingers dig into his skin, he was lucky he could even breath with how Bakugo was currently holding his face.”SHUT UP, YOU DAMNED NERD!” He shouted, roughly swaying Izuku back and forth on his feet. Izuku was slightly tempted to his quirk but since they were in public, he decided against it. Wouldn’t smart to use One For All in a crowd. Instead, he reached up to wrap his fingers around Bakugo’s wrist.

Digging his feet into the ground, Izuku pulled at Bakugo’s wrist though it didn’t seem to budge. Instead, he tried turning his head with the intent of breaking the blond’s grip. But Bakugo seemed to have a tight hold on him and Izuku could only turn his head a little, but it was enough to at least allow him to breathe properly. “Kacchan ...” He squeaked out, but Bakugo only narrowed his eyes. “SHUT UP, DEKU.” Izuku frowned, part of him was upset that Kacchan didn’t realize just how valuable the piece of clothing he wore was.

“Why ...Kacchan. I was just admiring your hoodie an-” Bakugo growled, bringing his free hand up. Fingers separated and a few sparks came from his palm. “You don’t know how to LISTEN do you DUMBASS!?” Izuku groaned, at least he knew how to talk in a manner that didn’t involve screaming or threatening people. “You don’t know how lucky you are to have that hoodie Kacchan! I mean I’d ...I’d probably do anything for a rare piece of All Might merchandise like that.” Izuku confessed, his voice soft and a tad whiny.

“Huh!?” Bakugo seemed confused by Izuku’s words and lowered his hand. However, it only took a few moments for him to smirk. “Oh yeah!?” Izuku didn’t like the chuckle that followed Kacchan’s words but was relieved when that hand released his face. But as always, moments of mercy were shortlived around Bakugo. “Ah!” Izuku let out a cry when instead, that same hand fisted into the collar of his shirt.

“Kacchan!” Izuku cried when he pulled close, a soft blush comes to his face as he found himself just a mere inch away from Bakugo’s face. Cringing when he saw that twisted smile, that couldn’t be good. “Yeah!? You’ll do ANYTHING damned DEKU. HURRY UP THEN.” Izuku cried out when Bakugo began to drag him around the corner, stumbling on his feet. “Ah, Kacchan what are you doing!?” Izuku demanded before Bakugo slammed him into the nearest wall.

He wanted to struggle against the hands that now pinned him against the wall, but he knew it was no use and it wouldn’t be wise to pick a fight in an alleyway anyway. “What’s it look like ya idiot!?” Bakugo replied as he leaned close to Izuku’s face once again, taking pride as he watched the angry expression come over it. “I don’t know what ...what you’re trying to do Kacchan, but it’s not funny.” Bakugo chuckled in response, “Damn, you’re really fucking CLUELESS sometimes Deku.”

Izuku raised his eyebrow, clearly beginning to feel annoyed at this point. “Clueless about what?” This all started because Kacchan just had to wear that All Might hoodie. His breath hitched when Bakugo leaned even closer, he could feel that hot breath against his lips. “You said you’d do anything for this damned USELESS hoodie. So prove it.” Izuku tried to ignore how fast his heart was beating, what was Kacchan doing?

“P-Prove ...” Izuku stuttered out, feeling a blush come to his face. “That’s what I FUCKING said! Jesus, how many TIMES do I have to repeat MYSELF, damn IDIOT!” Izuku's blush deepened, Kacchan’s hot breath on his lips was certainly making his body react well. He glanced away, “What do you ...want me to do K-Kacchan ...” Bakugo growled in response and pressed his body against Izuku’s making sure he had absolutely no means of escape.

“You want this stupid hoodie so bad, you’re gonna have to KISS me for it.” Izuku felt his heart skip a beat, his thoughts going wild. “W-W-What?” He stuttered out, wanting now more than ever to just disappear. He almost wished he had Togata’s quirk, that way he could go through the wall. But that was impossible at the current moment. He cried out when Bakugo’s hand fisted into his hair, forcing Izuku to tilt his head.

“You know what I fucking said DUMBASS, so DO IT ALREADY and stop wasting my damn TIME.” Izuku could feel the palm of Bakugo’s hand heat up in his hair, more than likely ready to use his quirk if he didn’t hurry. Well, there was that hint and the fact that Bakugo was glaring down at him, his red pupils almost seemed hypnotizing. Izuku on the other hand nervously reached up. Placing his hands on Kacchan’s shoulders, slowly pushing himself onto his tippy toes.

He wasn’t sure what he was doing, he had never kissed anyone before and despite everything, even the fact that most of the class 1-A believed Midoriya would end up with Uraraka. Here he was, cornered by Kacchan himself and the only hope of release was by kissing the beast himself. When he pressed his lips against Bakugo’s, he closed his eyes. Awkwardly pulling himself closer to the blond, which caused his lips to push harder against Bakugo’s but Izuku made no effect to move or part his lips.

He pulled away quickly, dropping his hands from Bakugo’s shoulders. “T-There ...happy ...now can I have the hood-” His words were halted when that hand grabbed his shirt collar again and a yelp escaped him as Bakugo pulled him up. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT you damn DEKU!? Can’t you do a DAMN thing RIGHT!?” Izuku frowned, well ...what more did he expect from Kacchan. Of course, he’d criticize him. When wasn’t he making fun of Izuku?

“Sorry ...Kacchan. Can you let me go now? I’m not too sure ...if I want the hoodie anymore ...” Though it was a disappointment to not snatch the chance up, Izuku at the moment just wanted to put this awkward day behind him. “SHUT up you FUCKING NERD!” Bakugo growled and grabbed Izuku’s chin with his free hand, once again forcing his head up. “Let me show you how a real MAN does it! Pay attention, you might learn something, DUMBASS.” He grinned before slamming his mouth against Izuku’s.

“Mm!” Izuku struggled against Bakugo’s grip, trying to squirm, kick. Do anything to escape, but it was clear that Bakugo wasn’t going to let him go until he was satisfied. His eyes widened when he felt Bakugo’s tongue force its way into his mouth. “Mm!” He tried crying out again, but his words were only mumbled as Bakugo’s tongue possessively lapped along the top of Izuku’s teeth and brushed against his own wet muscle.

He heard Bakugo take a breath, dropping his hand from Izuku’s chin. A shiver ran down his spine as Bakugo’s hands began to travel down his sides, feeling Izuku’s every curve. He felt all rational thoughts begin to leave him as he melted into the pleasure Bakugo was giving him. He closed his eyes, moaning as their tongues began to dance with each other. It was such a weird sensation, but Izuku found himself enjoying it.

“Ah!” He panted as Bakugo broke the kiss, lines of saliva connecting between their lips and Izuku felt some dribble down his chin. “K-Kacchan.” He spoke the other's name between his pants, his cheeks rosy and his lips swollen. The inside of his mouth tingled like mad and he could still taste Bakugo on his tongue. A growl sounded from the angry blond before he leaned over and latched his teeth onto Izuku’s neck.

He cried out, his arms immediately wrapped themselves around Kacchan. One hand going up to run through that messy blond hair before taking hold of it. Bakugo growled against Izuku’s neck, sealing his lips around a section of skin in order to create a bruise. “Damned Deku ...making me do this ...” He growled once more and continued to bite along Izuku’s neck. “Ah ...K-Kacchan ...please ...” He could feel the bite marks pulsing, more than likely they’d be visible tomorrow.

He almost wanted to whine when Bakugo pulled away, the sight of his friend with a flushed face and swollen lips was certainly something he wouldn’t forget anytime soon. “You happy now dumbass?!” Bakugo huffed and stepped away from Izuku. “Don’t tell ANYONE about this, got it!?” Don’t tell anyone? Who was there to tell and even if he did tell anyone, who would actually believe him? Izuku sighed, nodding in response. “Yeah ...okay Kacchan, I ...won’t tell anyone ...” His voice trailed off, his glance turning to the ground.

“Good, guess you can learn something Deku.” He heard Bakugo huff and begin to walk away, that is until Izuku realized something. “Hey ...wait Kacchan!” He kicked off the wall, once more trying to catch his old friend. Though Bakugo only gave a growl in response, turning on his feet. “What the hell is it!?” He demanded, causing Izuku to stop in his tracks. “Uh well ...K-Kacchan um ...” Izuku felt his mouth go dry and brought his hands up, pushing his two index fingers together sheepishly.

“Yeah? Spit it out already! I have places to be!” Izuku nodded. “Uh right! Um ...just uh the ...hoodie?” He questioned, looking at it with an almost longing gaze. “Eh!?” Bakugo followed Izuku’s glance, what was so damn special about a stupid hoodie anyway? “Pff, I said I’d give it to you if you kissed me. You didn’t, dumbass. So live with it!” He responded, the words coming out of his mouth with a hiss before he once again turned to resume walking.

Izuku felt his world fall apart and a mortified expression came over him. His eyes lacked color and his jaw was hanging as low as it possibly could. But ...All Might ...this wasn’t fair! His thoughts were broken when he heard Bakugo stop again. “Hm?” He watched as the blond turned his head, eyes narrowed in Izuku’s direction. “I’ll let you try again you know ...” Wait ...what? Izuku tilted his head, clearly confused.

Was Kacchan being nice or just kidding? He wasn’t sure but he was a little too afraid to ask so instead, he just nodded. “Come by my house later tonight and if your nerd ass does a better job, I’ll consider giving you this stupid hoodie you want so much. We got a deal, you damned DEKU?” Izuku took a step back and nodded once again. “Uh yeah, yeah! Thank you Kacchan!” He replied, giving the other a smile before watching them roll their eyes and walk away.

Izuku felt his heart flutter and looked down at his hand before curling it into a fist. Yeah ...he’d try harder, even if it was just over a hoodie. But if he was being honest with himself, there was one thing he wanted more than that All Might hoodie and that was to feel Kacchan’s lips against his once more. That experience would be worth more than a thousand pieces of All MIght merchandise.

#bakudeku #izuku x katsuki

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snezfics-n-shit · 4 years

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Whumptober Day 26: Faint

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Characters: Godot, Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey, Franziska von Karma

Notes: Post-SoJ, Godot has recently been released from prison. Phoenix and Maya take him out for burgers and ketchup catching up. Human socialization? For Godot? He’ll take it. Too bad there’s someone who wants to ruin his fun.

“Don’t you think your first restaurant visit after prison should be something, I don’t know, nicer?” Phoenix stared at the Burger Barn menu. Was this really Godot’s idea? The coffee served there wasn’t even that good. “Miles offered us a reservation at a five star place downtown.” At least at somewhere more high end, the brand new suit Phoenix bought specifically for this event would have been appropriate. He still wore it, but it was definitely out of place.

“Are you saying this place isn’t nice, Nick?” Maya gaped in feigned hurt. “How could you!?”

“Yeah, how could you, Nick?” Hearing Godot call him ‘Nick’ made Phoenix uneasy. Maybe ‘Trite’ had a nice ring to it after all. “This isn’t for me, anyway. It’s for the Master.” Godot shot an affectionate smile at Maya. “Mia’s so proud of you. I promised we’d take you here once they released me.”

“Yeah, she didn’t want to ruin the surprise, but I got her to tell me!” Maya laughed. “Sorry Pearly couldn’t make it, by the way. She and Trucy are comparing admissions essays tonight.”

“Who?” Godot stared at the two. “I know Pearl, but who’s the other one?”

“Oh, Trucy? My daughter.” Phoenix presented Trucy’s senior photo he kept in his wallet. “She’s around Pearl’s age, actually.”

“What the hell!?” Godot raising his voice caught the attention of the other patrons in line. “Then why didn’t you drag her around and put her in harm’s way at Hazakura Temple?”

“She’s adopted.” Maya corrected him. “I made the same mistake, honestly.”

Did Phoenix even look old enough to have a biological daughter Trucy’s age? Who would be Trucy’s mother if she was his? He certainly wasn’t surrounded by women during the year Trucy was born.

“I think I’m going to pick out a place for us to sit.” Phoenix excused himself. “I don’t want anything, so you two can order without me.” Now that he had essentially been spoiled with home cooking, Phoenix had little interest in fast food. That, and he wanted Maya to understand how it felt to deal with a notorious fry thief.

He found a clean table next to the booths. There were four chairs, so he could use the extra one to hold coats unless someone from another table asked to use it. He couldn’t help but notice a familiar shade of blue in the corner of his eye and tried to pretend he wasn’t there.

“I know you can see me.” A woman in the booth next to him spoke. “How foolish to think you can call ducking your head ‘hiding.’”

“Oh, uh,” Phoenix laughed nervously, fully acknowledging the woman, “hi, Franziska.”

“You look frightened.” Franziska observed, not at all realizing that maybe, just maybe, it could be the whip sitting beside her. “You shouldn’t be,” she glared at Godot standing in line, “but he should.”

“Who? Godot?”

“He shouldn’t be here.” She stuck up her nose.

“Is he not actually released from prison?” Phoenix blinked a few times. “Did we accidentally help him escape?”

“No, he’s been released. He should be at home.”

“So, he’s on house arrest now?”

“No, he-” Franziska stopped herself and looked away as soon as Godot and Maya approached the table with their food; to put it more accurately, Maya’s food and Godot’s coffee cup.

Wait, was that some kind of string dangling around from the cup?

“Hi, Franziska!” Maya greeted her, completely blowing any attempt of cover. “Since when did you eat at Burger Barn?” She wasted no time after setting down the tray to start digging in.

“I don’t.” Franziska answered flatly. The bacon cheeseburger with the works, apple pie, and strawberry shake on her tray said otherwise. “I, um,” her ears looked red, “was told to order something if I wanted to sit here.”

“How’s Adrian doing?” Maya tilted her head before grabbing a handful of fries. “And why are you here ‘just to sit here?’”

“She is well, thank you.” Franziska took a sip of her shake. “She’s overseeing some renovations to our home right now. As for why I’m here, I have been tasked with monitoring Godot’s wellbeing until we’ve found someone suitable for helping him adjust to life out of prison.”

“You missed me that much, Princess?” Godot smirked. “After your chat with that author, you just had to see me again.” He took a brief sip from his cup, his hand obstructing Phoenix’s view of whatever was attached to the string.

“You really went through with that book deal?” Maya hummed. “Is that why you moved back here from Europe?”

“I did go through with it, yes. I left Godot’s apartment to discuss some things with that fool in the beret, but I told him I would only be out for a few hours.” Franziska took another, bigger sip of her shake. “I was on my way back to his apartment when I was informed he left home without my knowledge.” Franziska frowned at Godot, who was already confused why Phoenix was staring at him for so long. “Don’t even try to change the subject again, either. You know very well why you shouldn’t be here.”

“Doesn’t mean I care.” Godot shrugged and then directed his attention to Phoenix. “And what’s with you? I know you’ve seen a tea bag before.” His body swayed slightly in a way that didn’t look at all voluntary.

A tea bag? Wait.

“You should care.” Franziska stood up, preparing for what she saw coming a mile away. “You were explicitly instructed to stay home and monitor your temperature on an hourly basis.”

“We both know that’s overdoing it.” Godot leaned on the chair next to him.

“You were also told that if your fever went up, you would need to go to the hospital.”

“Are you sick, Godot?” Maya gently tapped Godot’s shoulder, causing him to lose some balance. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Yeah, but it’s not a big deal.” As if only to prove him wrong, a sensation crept up in Godot’s chest, prompting a barking cough that he had worked so hard to suppress; he had done such a good job doing so, too. “I was going to go home right after this.”

“Don’t listen to him.” Franziska commanded. She took a quick bite of her burger before she grabbed hold of Godot from under his arms. “He pulled this with Adrian when she checked in on him earlier. I refuse to allow a fool like him manipulate anyone with such lies, especially not my wife. I also will not stand for whatever foolish escape tactics he roped you two into employing.”

Phoenix reached for Maya’s fries while everyone was so caught up in the distraction, only to find she had managed to wolf down both her burger and all her fries while he wasn’t paying attention. With an inaudible sigh, he put on his coat, considering the group was likely going home soon.

“Actually, um,” Maya fidgeted with one of her hair beads, “we just picked him up like normal. We never would have guessed he wasn’t supposed to leave home.”

“Figures.” Franziska pursed her lips. “I’m going to hazard a guess that he’s been regularly dismissing himself to ‘watch videos of seals’ as well?”

“Hey! How did you know?” Maya looked surprised as if by the third time Godot was ‘sent a funny seal video,’ it wasn’t at all weird. “He said it was a habit he developed in prison.”

“So he was going to the bathroom just to cough?” Phoenix asked. “That’s actually better than what I was thinking.”

“You are disgusting! How foolish do you need to be to-” She suddenly felt Godot become much heavier in her arms. As she expected, his fever caused him to collapse. “Wright,” She hoisted an unconscious Godot over Phoenix’s shoulder, “you are to carry him to the limousine.”

“Why me?” Phoenix grunted as he carried Godot; just staying in place like this was doing a number on his back. Not only was Godot heavy, but there was no doubt his fever was high. Phoenix felt sweaty on every part of him that Godot touched.

“Because I said so, that’s why.” Franziska gave such a strong argument, no wonder she was considered a prodigy prosecutor early in her career. She must have attended the same law school as Phoenix’s mother. She huffed as she hurriedly put away the rest of her meal in the to-go bag, grumbling something when she heard Phoenix and Maya share a chuckle over her ‘required purchase’ story being a flat out lie. She pulled out her phone and tapped on a few touchscreen buttons. “Our ride will arrive shortly. We’re taking him to the hospital, so don’t expect a ride home so soon.”

“Wow, we’re going to the hospital in a limo!” Maya said as if this were some kind of amusement park attraction. “That’s so cool!”

“Maybe we, uh,” Phoenix adjusted Godot’s position over his shoulder, “should refrain from calling a trip to the hospital ‘cool.’”

“For one thing, at least, I agree with your foolish boss.” Franziska collected her things as she led the two conscious parties to the exit, paying no mind to the crowd of patrons who stared in fascination with the spectacle. “You do still assist him, yes?”

“Well, not really since I became the Master of Kurain, but it would be really fun to assist him again.”

“I see.” Franziska hailed the limousine that approached the parking lot. “If you should ever consider assisting me on an international case, Adrian and I would be more than happy to bring you along.”

Phoenix wasn’t allowed to open the door, as demonstrated by the driver stopping him before he could even try. When the driver at last allowed the group in the vehicle, Phoenix and Maya found themselves amazed by the spacious interior. It would be an understatement to say the back was just the right size for Godot to lie back in.

“I’ll consider your offer, but something’s been bothering me” Maya held her hand to her face.

“What? Besides Godot’s cough?” Phoenix didn’t bother pushing Godot off his shoulder as he felt the edge of Godot’s visor pressing against him. “Or how sweaty I’m going to be if he keeps radiating this much heat?”

“I just think Godot could have used a good whipping!” Maya declared, surprising Phoenix and making Franziska laugh until she snorted. “I mean it! That would have told him he should go home!”

“He could have, yes.” Franziska patted the feverish ex-convict on the back. “The whip is retired, though. I just take it around as a habit.”

“No way!” Maya’s volume was toeing the line of potentially waking Godot. “Maybe you’re sick, too.” She jokingly felt Franziska’s forehead. “You feel fine, but something’s up.”

“It just does not fit in where I want my life to be right now.” Franziska spoke matter-of-factly. “Am I not allowed to improve myself?”

“I never thought of it that way.” Something about what Franziska said felt familiar to Maya, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

“Didn’t stop you from threatening me with it whenever I got out of bed.” Just as the conversation reached its softest point, it was too late to prevent Godot from regaining consciousness. “For a more pressing matter, why aren’t we at Burger Barn?”

“You collapsed!” Franziska raised her voice. If Godot was awake, why bother toning herself down? “We’re taking you to the hospital. You’ll likely need another breathing treatment and you are not making any excuses this time.”

“Do you think I can use the whip if he tries anything?” Maya grinned. “Why let it gather dust?”

“I’d like to see you try.” Godot laughed, but soon enough there was that cough again. “This cough makes me miss being unconscious.”

“I don’t blame you.” Phoenix looked out the window, watching the scenery move along and keeping an eye out for landmarks that could tell him how close they were to the hospital. “That cough is pretty bad. Never heard one quite like it.”

“You know what?” Godot leaned back into the position he was in before he came to. “I’m going to wait and see if I can pass out again.”

“Then Nick can carry you again!” Maya clapped her hands together.

Phoenix had one thing to say to that.

“Objection!”

#whumptober #whumptober 2020 #sickfic whumptober alt #snez attorney

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midnightmarev · 4 years

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Hide and Seek

AO3 link.

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Platonic everyone. But if you squint, you might see some Loceit and Remile.

Summary: Ever wonder how Virgil always wins in hide and seek? Well, wonder no more, for I have the answer right here!

Author’s note: This is inspired by an incorrect Sanders Sides quote I made on Twitter. That quote was inspired by me writing down cosplay ideas, Virgil and Patton playing hide and seek with each other and Virgil "cheating", finding Patton super quick ;)

This is basically just fluff and Virgil being a sneaky bean.

Hide and Seek

A knock sounded on his door. Virgil groaned. Why couldn’t he just sleep? It was only, what? 11 am?

“Hey, kiddo?” Patton. “Roman and I have arranged a day out in the Imagination. Are you even up?” he added after a moment of hesitation, sounding disapproving.

‘No, I’m not, but it’s not like I can say that to you’ Virgil thought to himself. “Yeah, I’m up. Just, uh, dosing of a bit. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Yay!” Patton left. Ugh, what did they have planned this time? Horseback riding was bad enough; his rear still hurt a bit, by the way, Princey!

Virgil got out of bed and got dressed before he went to his bathroom to put on his make-up. What? He still liked to keep up his aesthetics even though they weren’t filming. Sure, they were going outside in the Imagination, and it would probably be ruined, but he still liked it, okay?!

It’d been about ten minutes since Patton had knocked on his door when he finally ventured downstairs to the commons. Patton was bouncing on his feet, keeping himself from jumping Virgil with a hug. Logan sat on the couch reading. Looked like he didn’t want to be there, either, but when faced with Patton, one can’t say no. He’ll only give you his puppy-dog-eyes, and you’ll be in a puddle on the floor.

Roman was sporting his outdoor clothes. He always did when they went into the Imagination. Didn’t want to ruin his prince outfit. He looked rather disgusted with something Remus had said before swatting his playfully on the arm. Same old.

What surprised Virgil was that Deceit was there. He usually didn’t want to partake in outdoor activities because of his reptilian traits. Roman and Patton must have made sure it was the perfect temperature. Dee was currently leaning up against Logan, eyes closed, basking in Logan’s body heat.

As Virgil came to a stop in front of Patton, he heard another door open and close. Virgil opened his arms to give Patton permission to hug him. And hug him he did!

“Alright, babes! Save some of him for me, would ya?” Virgil’s eyes widened. Patton invited Sleep as well? Or Remy, as the fanders had dubbed him. A name he now proudly wore.

Patton slowly released Virgil from the embrace. “Heya Remy! So happy you decided to come! Is Emile coming as well?” Wait, Patton invited Emile, too? Who else did he ask to join? Anton, the Critic? Antagonist? October?

“Yep! My boo will be down any moment now. Had to wrap up practising some lines for Thomas’ upcoming Cartoon Therapy episode. Now, as for you, Virgil,” Remy said, turning to look at Virgil. “You better stop pulling those long nights, mister! I am missing out on so many parties because you keep Thomas up all night with me trying to put him to sleep!” Remy exclaimed before pulling Virgil into a hug, this one lighter than Patton’s.

“You stayed up all night again, Virgil? That’s why you sounded so sleepy when I knocked on your door,” Patton chided. Virgil winched.

“Yeah, sorry, Pat. Bad habit,” Virgil said, very apologetically. Time to change the subject, because now all eyes were on him and he did not like that! “So, eh, what are we doing in the Imagination?”

Patton’s eyes lit up. “Hide and seek!” he exclaimed excitedly. Roman’s eyes lit up as well, as did Remus’, mostly because now he had an excuse for getting in the dumpsters. The rest of the sides gave off groans of various lengths and volume, the most pronounced being Logan.

“Ugh, again?” Virgil asked in disbelief. That was just as bad as horseback riding! It was physically requiring! You have to actively do something.

“Awe, come now Emo Nightmare. It’ll be fun! Or are you just scared because you know you’ll lose?” Roman smirked at Virgil. Oh, it was on!

“In your dreams, Princey. I know I’ll win. I always do. Remember?” Virgil snarked back. Virgil had the perfect strategy, one they always fell for no matter how many times they played hide and seek.

“Ooh, sounds like we need to settle some drama in a game of ‘Hide and Seek’,” Remy interjected, always one for drama.

“What’s that about drama and hide and seek?” Emile now entered the commons as well, his usual outfit in place. A young figment at his side was something they weren’t expecting, though. “Oh, this is Qikkie, by the way. I’m training her to become a therapist so she can help the other figments when I’m too busy,” Emile explained at the curious, and confused glances sent their way by the sides. Well, all except Remy, but he had his own young figment under tutorage, so of course he wasn’t surprised by Qikkie.

“Salutations, Qikkie, and welcome to the common rooms of the mindscape. Will you be joining us in the Imagination today?” Logan questioned, speaking up for the first time. Deceit still sat at his side, eyes now open at the mention of a new member to the famILY.

She looked up at Emile, who nodded at her. “I think I’ll skip this time, mister Logan. Reina is getting addicted to coffee,” Qikkie said, giving a pointed look at Remy. “And I’d rather she doesn’t go too far, like a certain someone in this room, right now.” Everyone looked at Remy, giving him variously pointed and disapproving looks.

“What?” Remy drawled, innocently taking a sip from the Starbucks coffee cup in his hand.

“Anygay,” Roman broke the silence. “Now that we’re all here, should we get going on an adventure?”

“Sure, Princey, if you call it an adventure to lose in hide and seek,” Virgil quipped, not missing a beat. That earned him a few offended princey noises. Virgil snickered.

“Play nice, kiddos. Roman, if you would?” Patton asked at which Roman responded with snapping his fingers and they all appeared in the Imagination.

They appeared in a rather large garden out in the country. There was a henhouse built into the messy garage leading out to at rather spacious chicken coop. The chicken coop had half-walls made of large roof tiles dug half into the ground to keep foxes from digging under and getting in. The chickens were outside in the coop. Usually, they would be out in the garden, but there were young chicks amongst them, so they stayed inside the coop to make sure they made it to adulthood — no doubt due to Patton’s presence.

There were fields to each side of the house accompanying the garden, and a small forest in the far end of the garden. Bushes and trees stood spread all over the garden as well as a swingset. One tree, in particular, stood out as it was the biggest of them all and held a treehouse in its treetop. Over-the-top, just like Princey.

All in all, the garden looked like a mess, chaos, but with a system in it, just like Virgil liked it best.

“Alright, Panic! At The Everywhere,” Roman broke Virgil from his thoughts. “If you think you can beat us, why don’t you start counting?” Ignoring the playful nickname, Virgil smirked.

“Gladly, sir Sing-A-Lot. Prepare to lose,” Virgil quipped back, lifting his hands to his eyes, starting to count to one hundred. This was going to be easy.

Virgil heard a lot of rustling while counting from the other sides and two figments finding hiding spots. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“…98…99…100!” Virgil made sure the last three numbers were audible to the entire garden. “Ready or not, here I come!” he sing-songed.

Virgil smirked to himself before shouting one particular fraise. “I HATE MYSELF!”

A distant “WHAT?!” was heard from behind the chicken coop, as well as some rustling. Before long Virgil could see Patton’s head. “I WILL PHYSICALLY FIGHT YOU!”

When Patton saw Virgil staring at his with a smirk on his face, Patton’s face contorted into one of understanding of what had just happened. “Oh, darn,” Patton said with a gesture of his arm before getting up and walking towards Virgil.

“Don’t worry, Pat. It was a good hiding spot,” Virgil smiled at Patton while giving him a pat on the back (pun intended). He then turned in the direction of Logan’s most likely hiding spot and shouted “INFINITESIMAL!”

A faint voice was heard from the henhouse, Logan’s pride, but soon grew in volume. “That was oNE TIME!!!” He always reacted when you mentioned that word, no exceptions.

With a smirk still on his face, Virgil walked to the henhouse and stuck his head inside the door to view Logan in the corner next to the door. “Hey, Lo.”

Logan slightly jumped before narrowing his eyes at Virgil. “Mother fu-” And that was Virgil’s cue to back out. As he walked back out from the garage to Patton, a series of unintelligible swears and grumbles could be heard from the henhouse. Virgil couldn’t help but snicker at that. Logan was no doubt pacing from wall to wall, fuming. Best to let him cool off.

“He’ll be out in a minute,” Virgil said when Patton gave him a questioning look. “Now. I have a pretty good idea where Princey is buuut; I wanna watch his reaction.” Virgil was wearing an evil smile. Oh, this would be so much fun. “DISNEY MOVIE NIGHT IS CANCELLED!”

A pained (and affronted and indignant) cry was heard from the treehouse. Definitely Roman.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! OH, CRUEL WORLD! PLEASE LET IT NOT BE TRUE!!” Roman cried out before his head popped out of a window.

Virgil stood at the base of the tree’s trunk, smirking up to Roman. “Found you, Princey,” he said, and before Roman could react, Virgil had left again.

Patton just sat at the tables and benches set in the middle of the garden field, laughing at their antics. He soon waved Roman to join him so they could chat. Logan still hadn’t come out from the henhouse, so Patton really wanted some company that wasn’t the adorable mix-breed black dog, Happy. She matched his personality so well, but Patton would also like some human company while Virgil worked on finding the rest.

Virgil smiled to himself. This next one should be a piece of cake. Or rather, a piece of deodorant. He lifted his hand towards his mouth to form a trunk and shouted “FREE DEODORANT!! NEW FLAVOUR!!”

Not even a split-second after he had uttered those words, a demonic screeching followed by a loud “WEEEEEEE!!!” was heard from behind the outer walls of the house from the dumpster area. A streak of green was all you could see, and not even a second later, Remus stood in front of Virgil. If he had a tail, he would be wagging it furiously.

He pouted when he realised he had just lost the game and it was just a ruse. No deodorant. Well, he would just have to manage with the two deodorants he had in his shoulder pads.

Logan still hadn’t come out of the henhouse and Roman was taking his sweet, sweet time exiting the treehouse, grumbling to himself. Patton was playing fetch with Happy, and Remus had taken out on of his deodorants from his shoulder pads and went to join them.

Who to choose next? Remy or Deceit? Both were quite easy, after all. He looked over towards Remus who was munching on some deodorant he got from who knows where. Virgil then smirked. “Remy it is, then,” Virgil said, filling his lungs with air. “FREE STARBUCKS IS CANCELLED!!”

Fwump. Something, most likely some wood, fell to the floor in the garage. “Oh, you better be lyin’ hon!” A loud slurp was heard a moment later. Virgil peeked his head inside the garage once again, smirking at Remy. “Oh, you are so dead, Virgie. I’ll get Logan out of the henhouse,” he added when he heard Logan’s grumbling from the henhouse.

Virgil had no doubt that Emile was close. Those two never hid far from each other. But Emile was a bit harder to flush out. He needed to think. What would get Emile super-hyped (cartoons) or make him react in outrage? Hmm… OH! Steven Universe Future was about to air!

Once again, Virgil called out, albeit quieter. “Steven Universe Future just got cancelled!!”

Bump. “What?!” Emile came into his vision with distress on his face. “They can’t! It’s supposed to be even better than the movie!”

Remy had finally gotten Logan to chill and came up Emile. “He’s using dirty tricks, babes,” he winked.

“Huh? Oh, right. I knew that!” Emile went outside with Remy, Logan and Virgil. “Oh, you’ve found everyone already!”

“Nope, not yet. Still missing Dee. And I have the perfect way to get him out of whatever hole he crawled into,” Virgil smirked, lifting his hand. A whoosh was heard, and in Virgil’s was now a bowler hat. Deceit’s spare one.

“Oh, you’re so dead, babes. DeeDee will be piiissed,” Remy snorted.

Virgil just shrugged and called out as loud as he could. “I HAVE DECEIT’S SPARE BOWLER HAT!! AND I CAN DO WITH IT AS I PLEASE!!”

The ground trembled a bit next where Virgil stood. He looked down and noticed a snake hole. Of course.

In 5 seconds, a snake emerged, and Deceit shapeshifted to his normal form to stand next to Virgil. “You WHAT?! I told you not to touch my shit!” Deceit said, grabbing at the bowler hat. It disappeared as soon as he touched it. An illusion. Deceit blinked once. Blinked twice. Then looked around him to see the others. “Oh. I totally didn’t fall for that.”

Virgil coughed to gain the others’ attention. “Found you all. Now let’s go back to bed.” And with that, Virgil turned around and walked away, back to his room, to continue sleeping.

Roman had now joined the others at the tables-and-benches set and had an unreadable expression on his face.

“… why do we keep falling for that?” he asked to no one in particular.

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Inside the mindscape, Qikkie and Reina were laughing their asses off. They had conjured a mirror that was linked to the Imagination so they could follow the events of this day’s game of hide and seek.

“Oh, my! They are so stupid! I can’t even-” Reina laughed. “I can’t breathe!”

“Those boys are a bunch of idiots, alright!” Qikkie agreed.

Their laughter had calmed down a bit when they saw that Virgil was on his way back. He could’ve easily just sunk out, but - even though he would never admit it - he liked the theatrics of a dramatic exit.

Qikkie still had her focus on the rest of the sides in the Imagination when she heard a slurping sound followed by an “Ah”. She then slowly turned around. And pounced.

“Give me that!” she demanded when Reina evaded her.

“Never!” Reina laughed, running off, coffee cup in hand. “You’ll never get me alive!” she said over her shoulder.

Virgil entered the mindscape, watching the two newest figments chase after one-another, smiling to himself as he closed his door to once again return to the sweet, sweet thing called sleep.

All the while, Qikkie chased Reina all around the mindscape.

Endnotes: Alright. The garden and animals I described, was my garden and animals. I finally found an excuse for writing Patton meeting my dog, Happy. We don't have a treehouse though. But we do have chickens and a garage and a henhouse built into the garage. And the situation with the chickens is what we're facing right now. We lost all our chicks and almost all our hens last year to either the fox or some disease/weak immune system, so we're doing everything to make sure they grow up and such.

Qikkie and Reina are my original characters as well as my Morality and Creativity. In that order.

Please leave a comment/reblog. I would love to hear what you thought about this.

Come check out my Twitter and chat with me, if you want to, that is.

Thank you for reading. Take it easy guys, gals, and non-binary pals!

Ba-bye!

#dahlia writes #sanders sides #one-shot #ts virgil #ts patton #ts logan #ts roman #ts deceit #ts remus #ts remy #ts emile picani #original characters #bunch of fluff #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #games in the imagination #inspired by incorrect quote #virgil uses dirty tricks #but can you call it cheating?

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Chapters: 3/7 Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dennis Mackfield/Kurosaki Ruri, Akaba Reiji/Rin Characters: Dennis Mackfield, Kurosaki Ruri, Tenjou Kaito, Tenjouin Asuka | Alexis Rhodes, Sora Shiunin, Akaba Reiji, Rin (Yu-Gi-Oh) Additional Tags: Rare Pair Week 2019, One Shot, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mild Smut, Pregnancy Scares, Birth Control, Caught in the Act, Well almost, poor Sora, Rough Kissing, Bad Parenting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage Summary:

A term for the awareness of transience of things, and both a transient gentle sadness at their passing as well as a longer, deeper gentle sadness about this state being the reality of life.

Day 3: Rogue (Mechanicalshipping)

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“You left this at my car last time.” Reiji said after a quick greeting, handing her a bunch of manga and comics she had taken up to read whenever Divine wasn’t around.

“Thank you,” She said, and she meant it, because this wasn’t something he could simply deliver through Nakajima or any assistant whose message or package would definitely pass via her ‘father’. God forbid he caught her reading them and chastise her yet another unsightly hobby for a young heiress, or sometimes if he felt like dealing a low blow, he would question her commitment to college if she had time to waste like that.

“I’ll be taking my leave.” He said but before he fully turned around Rin reached for his shoulder, except he was too tall so instead she ended up grabbing his scarf.

“Uh… I meant, wait.” She swallowed before she spoke again. “Why don’t you stay? I’ll invite you something to drink or we can spare time, playing videogames or something.” Divine had blocked the networks to avoid her from using them, but she had since hacked the sorry security he hired and did whatever she want when he wasn’t around.

Reiji turned around regarding her with those same scrutinizing eyes of usual, it used to unnerve her, but she had since learned that this was simply his default face most of the time.

“Oh?” He said and his smile caught her off guard for a second. “Have the etiquette classes finally started to rub on you?”

Ugh, those dammed classes, of course he knew she took them because one time Himika sent him to pick her up from one of them, and had witnessed the disaster of her throwing a tea into the face of the instructor after she made some snide comments about her hair.

“Oh, if the mighty Reiji Akaba does not want my consideration, then he’s welcome to walk away and drive all the way to his office during rush hours.” She said with a smirk of her own, which widened when he looked to the side, pulling his scarf to muffle a laugh.

“If you insist.” He conceded and stepped in he- the apartment – never hers – with the same grace and elegance as every Akaba seemed to possess.

She pointed to the black couch in the middle of the living room, in front of the large screen… and nothing else, the place was very spare and ‘minimalistic’ as Divine liked to put it, even the walls had nothing hanging from them except for a mirror, and a random painting that was supposedly postmodernist.

Rin was quick to hide the books under her mattress and pull the console from a shoebox next to her bed.

“Well, what do you feel like doing? Killing zombies with military armament or see if you can beat me in a race with princesses, plumbers and a long etcetera?” His single raised eyebrow told her that she could choose whatever she wanted.

Zombies it was then, she really needed to release some steam.

“NO FAIR!!!” She yelled at the screen again, after his team had decimated hers, again, for the fifth time actually. “How did you even got that improved gear?!”

He didn’t answer of course, because he had already said once some nonsense about her having to find out herself, if not, then it truly be unfair.

“It must be those ape-like hands of yours,” Rin blurted out, slapping her hands on his shoulder. “It’s easy to reach everything with them.”

“Are you implying my hands are somehow helping me cheat?” He said, half-serious and half-incredulous.

“Bleh, for a goodie-two-shoes you’re really fond of flamethrowers.” She said sticking out her tongue out to him.

And then she couldn’t put it back.

Because he was using two of his fingers to keep it in place.

“Who would have said? It really is easy to reach anything with my hands.” Reiji had the gall to adjust his glasses as if he made some important breakthrough.

She wanted to yell at him, but couldn’t, so she did the next best thing: she pounced him.

Of course that had him rolling onto his back and then just to spite him she crawled towards him just so he wouldn’t get up, not because he couldn’t, but because gentleman that he was, he wouldn’t dare to throw her aside.

“I can’t believe you did that!” She said, half-yelling and half-laughing, “Gross, now I won’t be able to scrub the taste of your fingers off my mouth.”

Rin waited for an answer to her jab, maybe something about how he was the one who had to worry because of bacteria or something equally bookish; but he said nothing, actually he had gone very quiet.

When she looked down, his face was turned, staring hard at the wall, even his eyes were as removed from her as they probably could.

“Rin, please move.” He said in a very low tone, but the strain underneath was palpable.

She recognized that expression, and at the realization she lowered herself until her body was almost lying on him, and her face was mere inches from his.

“Really?” She asked, dropping her voice a bit. “Why?”

“You know why.” He said this time Reiji was looking straight at her, but never lower than her face.

“Maybe I want you to say it.” Rin said this lacing her voice with a playful tone, and her hands, slowly, very slowly went from his shoulders, to his chest, then to his abdomen where she was playing with the hem of his sweater.

“Rin,” He said, the strain in his voice was even more noticeable now, and he made a halfhearted attempt to prop himself up, she simply moved her hips to fully rest on top of him, his eyes closed and his hand motioned as if he was about to move her.

Or he would have if Rin didn’t close the distance between them.

They had not kissed or done anything remotely of the like since that gala, and she could tell he did not expect any of this to happen again, or at least any time soon, and he was responding slowly, almost in a shy way, his lips sliding carefully against hers and sighing when she laid her whole weight on him. His hands were leaving feathery touches on her, first on her arms and shoulders, then to rub small circles on her nape.

It was an almost reverent touch; one she was not used to at all, but it still had her trembling with anticipation.

His of his hands started to trace a path from her ear to her neck, then just above the hem of her top where the swell of her breast begun and how she wished for those brief seconds that he touched her.

Rin could do nothing but whine against his mouth when his hands barely grazed the contours and went to her back instead.

And he stopped kissing her, when she opened her eyes to ask what was wrong, his gaze was locked in hers, Rin felt mesmerized by the pure longing that she saw and she could tell the exact moment when his mood shifted because his hold tightened against her body, and when she gasped at the feeling, he restarted the kiss.

This time she can feel his hands digging his fingers almost painfully in her hips and her back, keeping her in place while their lips slide and entwine together, over tongues and even teeth; but it’s not the fast desperations that she sometimes experienced with others before, no, he still takes his time.

As if he was savoring the experience.

It was impossible that she too, would not be swept into the feeling too.

So much that she only distantly registered the door opening and the few steps given into the apartment.

In what it felt like a flash, she felt herself begin shoved back, almost a bit too harsh from him, but not hard enough to tumble her or anything, in fact Reiji’s hands held onto her shoulder to keep her steady.

But that was not as surprising as seeing the color draining from his face, his eyes wide with shock and maybe even the slightest bit of fear.

Even before she turned around, Rin already knew who had entered.

The whistle full of mockery and appreciation all at the same time only made it worse, and she was faced with Divine’s face looking on the side, but not in embarrassment, but more as If he was holding back his laughter.

“My bad,” He said, his voice filled with amusement. “I only came to check on you Rin-chan.” She hated that he called her that all the time, even when he nagged her, as if she was a child or a funny pet.

“Sir, we didn-” Both of them were now scrambling to get up and look somewhat less of a mess than they had been before, and failed obviously.

“Hey, no worries, I’m leaving already, I can see she is in very good hands.” Oh, that was definitely a low blow that had her fuming inside. “You kids don’t stop on my account.”

That was the only thing he said as he grabbed a suitcase in a nearby table and left without another word.

Rin could do nothing except let herself collapse on the couch and attempting to sink her face into a cushion and maybe die of embarrassment.

If she knew it would be this mortifying she wouldn’t have…

“You planned this, didn’t you?” Reiji said, and he was sitting on the opposite side of her now, he was glaring at her, no, not his usual analyzing look, but she could actually tell his eyes held some anger, his arms and legs crossed, as if waiting for an explanation.

Sadly, she had none.

“There is no way you could have known he was coming,” He started again, this time he was looking at the wall, closing himself entirely from her. “You’re always complaining about his constant check-ins, and then mock him because he doesn’t bother to rotate times so you can always look your best when he arrives.”

“I… I had to,” At this his glare was back on her, and she felt herself flinch, she had anticipated that he would realize – he was a genius after all – she had definitely anticipate his anger, but she hadn’t anticipated how awful it would feel to be in the receiving end of it. “he managed to get ahold of my old phone and saw me exchanging texts with an old friend – I swear he was just a friend - from… before, and he got angry, thinking I was ‘giving away myself’ for some penniless nobody, he called me ungrateful kid, and threatened me with pulling me out from college so I could focus on my goals.”

Divine saw her as barely a notch above a pretty bargaining chip, and if she wanted to survive him, then she needed to convince him how ‘serious’ she was about snatching a ‘good catch’ and in Divine had been incredibly more lenient when she caught Reiji’s interest.

Was It so bad that she used it to her advantage? Just once?

Rin only needed to look at him, his anger trying to hide the shame he felt and even the slightest bit of betrayal, to realize that, yes, it really had been that bad.

She wanted to tell him, that she had planned to tell him everything beforehand, at some point before they got caught into the stupid game.

She wanted to tell him that despite everything she had not pretended her attraction to him, not in the slightest.

But even in her head, it all sounded like excuses.

“For what is worth, I do like you,” She said, not looking at him, fearing his response. “…a lot actually.” She felt herself smiling recalling their first date when she had told him the exact opposite. “But if you feel you cannot trust me anymore, then it’s fine if you want to call everything off.”

She heard him give a long sigh and she prepared herself for the blow.

“I should apologize too,” Reiji said, and she felt him shift in the couch, he was now sitting in a contemplative position, his hands crossed in front of him. “I often forget your real position with him, and take things for granted about you.”

Rin wasn’t sure what she was feeling right not, she only knew that it was spreading from her chest to her entire body and it was making her feel light as a cloud.

“You still should have told me; I would have helped you.” When she turned to look at him, he coughed in his hand. “…obviously I would have chosen a less… exhibitionist method, but still, you played with the cards you thought you had available.”

Rin was still speechless, so she only found herself nodding.

“Maybe one of these day I will think of a method in which you can make it up to me though.” He said in a completely serious voice, but the way he smiled at her, almost in a mock-nagging way made her laugh.

She still felt light-headed for the entire day.

#arc v #yugioh arc v #ygo arc v #mechanicalshipping #arc v rare pair week #my fics #Yay!!!#I'm on fire this week :D #long post #in my timezone is already the 9th :P

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Bad, bad Alphonse Capone (Chapter 7)

Sainte-Hélène.

Fandom/Movie/Series/Ect: Night At The Museum

Setting: Larry is still the night guard, several exhibits from the Smithsonian are at the Museum of Natural History

Pairing(s): Eventual Capoleon, Jedtavius, Teddy/Sacagawea

Characters: Al Capone, Napoleon Bonaparte, Ivan the Terrible (Awesome), Larry Daley, Teddy Roosevelt, Sacagawea, Jedediah Smith, Octavius, Ahkmenrah, Shaka Zulu, several Zulu tribe members, Dr. Richard McPhee, several Mobsters, Antonio Villalobos, Mariana Villalobos, Ramón Espina, Doctor Jess McClain, Docteur Alain Chaput, Claude Travere

Genre/Warnings: Some slightly graphic violence, Foul language, Angst, Fic inspired by a song, I’ll come up with more tags later

Notes: I listened to the song “Bad Bad Leroy Brown” by Jim Croce about a thousand times and decided I just HAD to make a fic. The reason Al and the boys get made into color (as a plot point) is so everyone can see what happens to Al.

If anyone is OOC or this reads like a Dick & Jane, this is my second posted fic and I haven’t done much writing in the NATM field. (Disclaimer: I don’t own the song, nor the characters.) (If anything suddenly changes, I had to fix a mistake I missed.)

ANGST ALERT ANGST ALERT, SOB TIME.

Word count: 1,460

Summary: Al and the boys practically beg (Though they won’t stoop so far as to say they were actually begging.) for him and his gang to be colored up like everyone else. Finally one day they get a paint-job, despite McPhee’s ever-present paranoia; Capone and the gang being popular in grey-scale. Several weeks after they finally get what they want, Al gets in a fight, and doesn’t come out of it well. Luckily for him Napoleon is compassionate enough to put up with Al’s grating personality to help him.

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Al and Claude enter the lobby. Two groups huddle on either side of the room, and British soldiers stand in the middle, creating a wall. Larry stands at the information desk, eyeing the two groups. You could cut the tension with a knife.

Al sighs and rubs his eyes.

“Alright Stache’, come on.”

Al practically drags Claude over to the information desk.

“Slim, what happened?”

Larry picks at the corner of his book, staring at the French soldiers, who don’t look happy to be in the same room as two groups they think of as enemies.

“I heard yelling and ran back here to find them mid-brawl. Your guess is as good as mine as to why they were fighting.”

“Damn idiots, always raring to fight... Claude, you talk to your men, I’ll talk to mine, and we’ll compare stories.”

Claude marches over to his men, and presumably orders them to relax and stand up straight. They still give the British and Al’s men dirty looks, though.

Al is pretty sure Frankie would go off and Ralph would babble, so he’ll start with someone else.

“Hey Tony, come here a minute.”

Tony stares at the French soldiers as he walks over.

“Tony, what the Hell happened here?”

“Well... Umh...”

“Tony, whatever it is, you gotta tell me. We don’t need some kind of all out war with the French guys, alright.”

Tony grimaces and picks at his shirtsleeve.

“Ah, I wasn’t paying attention to everything... Talk to Frankie, maybe.”

Al rolls his eyes. He doesn’t know how Tony manages to be both secretive and gabby at the same time.

“Go sit down, send Johnny back.”

Tony slinks away like some kind of gumshoe and Johnny walks up. Al gives him a questioning look.

“All I know is a fight started and I joined in.”

Al digs his nails into his palm.

“Fine, sit down and tell Ralph to get over here.”

Ralph, per usual, immediately starts shooting his mouth off.

“Listen boss, it wasn’t my idea, someone else started it! I didn’t mean anything I said, it was the heat of the moment! It’s not my fault Frankie decided to poke the Frenchies about Napoleon-”

“Ralph, Ralph! Shut up, relax!”

Ralph clenches his hands and stand up straighter.

“Sorry boss...”

“It’s alright, Ralph, now what happened- Put it simply.”

“Uh... So we were sitting around in the lobby, talking and laughing, the normal. Then the French soldiers walk in, staring at us, sneering, babbling in French, ya know...”

Al motions for him to carry on.

“Frankie made some comment about Napoleon, I wasn’t listening so I didn’t catch it. Whatever it was it pissed the French off. Next thing I know we’re beating each other...”

“Frankie started it, great... Go send him over.”

Ralph draws his shoulders up under the gaze of the French, and points Frankie over to Al.

Frankie marches up, head high, hands in his pockets. The poster boy for defiance. Al almost wants to slap that smirk off his face.

“It wasn’t my fault, they started it.”

“Ya sure about that? Ralph says otherwise, Frankie.”

“You know Ralph, can’t tell a cow from a cat.”

“Hey now, Frank, Ralph might be a little scatterbrained, but he knows what he saw. Now, what did you tell the French?”

Frankie leans his head back and crosses his arms.

“Why do ya care, Snorky? You’ve hated the French since the Smithsonian.”

“Maybe I’m changing my mind about em’. Spill!”

“Maybe I don’t want to spill, see ya later, Al.”

Frankie turns and walks a few steps away.

“Oh by the way Frank,-” Frankie turns to looks at Al. “-don’t call me Snorky.”

Frankie’s face drops but he doesn’t say anything, he just walks away with his head down.

Claude sneaks up beside Al, and makes him jump a little.

“Well, what did you get out of em’, Claude?”

“They won’t tell me what was said, only that your men started it.”

“Mine won’t spill anything either, but I have a feeling this is all wrapped around Napoleon.”

Speaking of Napoleon, he walks through the door. Al jogs over and grabs him by the arm, pulling him out of the room towards the night guard office.

“Wha- Capone!”

Al doesn’t release Napoleon’s arm until the office door is closed and locked.

“What was happening out there, Capone? Why did Frank look so upset?”

“Well... It was a fight.”

Napoleon’s face wrinkles up more than Al has ever seen. It was cute, if Al admitted it to himself.

“Fight? Who started it? Why did it happen?”

Al lays his hand on Napoleon’s shoulder, to get him to shut up.

"Ni- Uh, Napoleon, let’s not talk about it.”

Napoleon’s face smooths out, his eyes wide.

“Alphonse... When do you ever call me ‘Napoleon’? To my face?”

Al feels his face heat up and by the slight crinkle in the corners on Napoleon’s eyes, he’s turning red too. Damn himself, and Napoleon too.

“Shut up. Just shut up.”

There it is, that infinitely glowy smile, all tooth and joy. Damn if he isn’t turning redder.

“I might, for a price...”

“Do I want to ask?”

Napoleon’s done it, he’s struck the nail on the head, finished him off, with that stupid, stupidly cute little giggle; the Goddamn one where his cheeks nearly force his eyes closed, and you can see him bite the tip of his tongue.

If Al had any less self-control, he’d cave right here. Say “Whatever you want, I’d do anything. Anything.” A faint thought of him pinning Napoleon to the wall crosses his mind.

Luckily he yanks himself together in time to hear whatever Napoleon has in mind.

“Walk with me, let me tell you about the art from my time.”

Al stands there like a dope, glancing around the room, seeing if he has any fanatical excuse to say no. He wasn’t going to say no anyway, but it made him feel better about himself.

“Fine. But no three hour spiel on one painting alone.”

“You have a deal, Alphonse.”

It wasn’t nearly as boring as he thought it might be. Napoleon told stories of kings and queens, myths of dragons and the French Revolution. Al doesn’t think about the quiet steps behind him. He know who it is, and he plans to make him leave them alone for a few minutes.

Al muses about what his life would’ve been like during Napoleon’s time between paintings. Mid-thought about what kind of clothing he’d have to wear, he runs into Napoleon’s back.

The painting they’re looking at now is of a familiar figure standing on a hill, facing the ocean, framed by blue sky. Al would’ve said it was “Poetic” or some shit if it hadn’t been for Napoleon’s shoulders shaking a little in front of him.

Napoleon’s inhale was shakier than his shoulders.

“Me on Sainte-Hélène, by Fran Josef Sandmann in 1820, roughly one year before...”

Al lays his hand on Napoleon’s shoulder squeezing gently.

Napoleon swallows thickly, trying to steady himself.

“Roughly one year before I died...”

Napoleon shifts to move on to the next painting, when he notices just which one it is, the one of himself on his deathbed. He jerks and bends over, choking on a sob.

Al just barely manages to keep him from falling over. He pulls Napoleon around the corner, where he couldn’t see the painting.

Napoleon practically sits in Al’s lap when they get to a bench.

Napoleon looks Al in the eyes, his face red and scrunched up, tears running down his face. His Adam’s apple bobs several times and he chews his lip, like he’s trying to think of something to say.

All Napoleon manages is a depressing moan before he buries his head in the gap between Al’s neck and shoulders. Al takes both his and Napoleon’s hats off, intending to run his fingers through Napoleon’s hair, but he’s got a fabric cap covering his hair.

Absently Al wonders why he’s wearing a cap under his hat. Maybe it’s to keep his hat from getting sweaty.

Napoleon squeaks out this pathetic little sob and Al forgets about the cap, and squeezes Napoleon tight, rubbing his back.

There’ll probably be wrinkles in the back of his jacket, the way Napoleon’s hands are clenching the fabric, but Napoleon is more important than something that can be steamed.

Frankie leans around the corner. Al regrettably locks eyes with him.

Al can’t read Frankie’s expression, he almost looks sick, but he also looks a little depressed.

Napoleon lurches, slamming Al back into the wall.

“Sorry, I’m sorry...”

Al pats his back.

“It’s okay, Napoleon.”

Napoleon practically wails at that, and Al squeezes him tighter.

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Small Talks Of Something

Fandom: RWBY

Pairing: Jaune/Ruby

Notes: Future AU with fluff and small amounts of angst. I don’t know if this info is really needed but in this AU, Jaune is a teacher at a newly reformed Beacon, Ruby is still a Huntress with a new team, Weiss had started a new company, Yang is also a Huntress and Blake leads the new White Fang (they live in Menagerie and are also getting married so there’s some slight bumbleby)

“...Ok. Now that we can see how the armies are set, with the red chalk being Army 1 and the blue chalk being Army 2, can anyone tell me what a smart first move is?” Jaune Arc asks, turning around from the chalkboard set before him to look at his students. He stands tall, with long blond hair pulled back into a bun. He is one of the more casually dressed teachers at Beacon, with his worn jeans and t-shirt, hoodie tied around his waist. But Jaune figures as long as he is comfortable and can move around freely than it’s fine.

His classroom is set up in a wide half-circle, his students spread out. This is a class for third-year leaders, so there is only a handful present. A few hands shot up, a few more following as he waits a minute. Finally, he calls out. “Ms. Alice?”

A young girl with short, spiky pink hair speaks up. “If Army 1 could split their forces, then half could distract Army 2, while the other half flank them.”

Jaune nods. “Ok, that’s a pretty good move. Can anyone tell what could be wrong with this strategy?”

A few more hands. Jaune points to another student, a boy this time. He also stands up, answering “If you halve the army, that halves the manpower. Army 1 will be crushed before they can fully flank.”

“That’s certainly a worry.”

“But it depends on the army.” Alice pipes up again. “If the distracting half of the Army can hold their own, and if the flanking half of the Army is quick, then the strategy still works.”

Jaune moves to sit on the edge of his desk, watching Alice and the boy (Cadet) argue back and forth. He smiles as a few more students started adding their own suggestions. Just as he is about to break in, the door to his classroom bursts open.

On instinct, he reaches for Crocea Mors, the sword is a comfortable weight against his side. But his hand stills at the sound of a familiar voice. “Jaune!”

“Ruby?” Jaune asks, a frown waring with the smile that threatens to take over as Ruby strolls into his classroom, seemingly oblivious to the commotion her appearance is making.

“Is that Ruby Rose ?”

“That’s totally Ruby Rose! I can’t believe she’s here!”

“Do you think I could get an autograph?”

“Do you think she could teach me some moves?”

Jaune ignores the whispers of his students. Instead, he walks forward to meet Ruby. “Ruby, what are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow?”

Ruby shrugs, taking Jaune’s hands and giving him a peck on the check. “I rushed home to see my husband. Is that so bad?”

The frown wins out. Jaune looks her over. “And you aren't hurt? Right?”

Ruby grins. “Yep!”

Jaune purses his lips. “Uh-huh.”

Ruby doesn’t relent. “Jaune, it’s fine. I’m here now, right?” She grins, wide, spreading her arms out. Jaune runs his eyes over her quickly. She doesn't appear to be hurt beyond a few bandages on her hands. Jaune has no doubt that she had been well taken care of by her teammates while away on her mission, but he still worries.

Sighing, he lets it drop. He could take a closer look later. “So what are you doing here?”

“I came to surprise you.” She exclaims. “And to tell you that you now have the rest of the afternoon off.” There is a mischievous look in her eyes, a twinkle even.

“Really? I’m finding that hard to believe that you got that cleared.” But Jaune can see that the damage is already done. At the promise of the class getting out early, his students start to get antsy. Combined with facing the great Ruby Rose, no one is paying attention anymore. Scrolls are out and friends have clumped together to talk.

“Come on.” Ruby pleads. “I’ve been gone for two months. Don’t you want to hang out with your wife?” She batters her eyes at him.

Jaune can feel his resolve crumbling. Taking one more look at his students, seeing the way they are looking at him, anxious and hopeful, makes the last of his willpower disappear. Taking a deep breath, his shoulders slump. “Fine.”

Chaos breaks out. Students rush to pack their bags and leave. Over the sound of rustling and talking, Jaune tries to call out their homework. “Please write a half-page of what your first move would be if you were the leader in this situation. It will be due by next class period.” He feels Ruby pull at his arm, trying to force him out of the room. He digs his heels in, still calling out assignments. “And please remember, your essay on weapons and war is due next week.”

Eventually, Ruby hauls him out the room and down the hallway.

They end up having lunch at a nearby cafe. Hidden between two larger buildings and only a few tables wide, it wasn't the most well-known place. But the sandwiches are like heaven to the tongue and Jaune loves their coffee. He watches, with a small smile as Ruby digs into her food. He knows that food on the road isn’t the best, that the rations that are often given to the Hunters were better used as ammo. So he doesn't say anything as Ruby orders another plate of fries. Instead, shrugs his shoulders at the waitress.

When Ruby finally settles back in her chair with a happy smile and a pat on her tummy, Jaune knows it's safe to talk. “So tell me about your adventures.”

Ruby’s eyes lit up. She leans forward. “Oh Jaune, you would have loved it. I mean, not the Grimm part but you should have seen the view. And I got to meet some new Hunters. Just out of school. A bit cocky, but good kids. They should go far.”

Ruby babbles on, sometimes tripping over her own words in her haste to get them out. Jaune continues to listen. He loves the way Ruby talks, the high pitch of her voice as she describes fights, the way other’s names are cradled on her tongue, the one place they can always be safe. Comrades who have fought side by side with her for years now. Her hands are just as expressive. They cut through the air, showing Jaune what her words can not say.

“And guess who I ran into?”

“Who?”

“Weiss!” Ruby’s grin turns bright as she leans in close. “I was even able to get coffee with her.”

“Oh? How’s she doing?” It’s been a few months since Jaune last saw Weiss was when she had come to stay with them during her business trip in Vale.

“Good. She had another breakthrough with some weapons she's been designing, something to help the metal from wearing down. And she made top ten Women of the Year for science and technology for the fifth time, which is exciting. I'm pretty sure I convinced her to hold a party for the event Oh. And I think she broke up with her latest boyfriend. Again.”

“Wait. I thought she was dating that Atlas Huntress?”

“No, she broke up with her early this year, remember?”

Jaune chuckles at that. Weiss still holds a Huntress badge and would go out time from time to help protect Atlas’ borders. But she had given that up as a full-time job years ago. Instead, she focused her attention on creating a more equal and powerful dust company than that of her brother’s. Jaune was glad for her, Weiss was determined and inspirational, a force to be reckoned with. She was well on her way clawing to the top.

She also seemed to be taking those same traits into her personal life. She made no secret of the line of lovers she had coming into her office. As she told them one day, “Why should I keep it a secret? Whitley would find out anyways and use it against me. Might as well get it out in the open.”

Jaune figured she was still revealing in being free from the restrictions of her family.

“Considering she just released her new line of dust based battle gear, I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Jaune says.

Ruby shakes her head, smiling. “That’s what Yang said too.”

“How is she by the way?”

“Stressing about the wedding. So the usual.”

“She knows it’s going to go off without a hitch, right? Especially because Kali and Taiyang are busting their ass off to make sure it goes well.”

“Oh, she knows. But she’s sure that something is going to go wrong.”

“I thought Blake was the one to get uptight about these kinds of things? What happened to carefree and adventurous Yang?”

“I know! It’s so weird. It’s like they switched personalities or something. It’s freaky.” Ruby shudders. “Anyway, I offered our help if she ever needs it.”

“I’ll bring my muscles,” Jaune says, flexing. Ruby snorts and Jaune pouts at her. “Hey.”

“Aw, I’m sorry but do you think Yang needs help moving anything.” Ruby reaches across the table to grab Jaune’s hand. “And besides, I’m pretty sure if she needs extra muscles, she’ll call Nora.”

“Ok. Fair.”

“Or maybe Ilia.”

“Sure.”

“Sun, too.”

“I get it.”

“Probably Ren.”

“Now you’re just getting insulting.”

Ruby smirks, sticking her tongue at him before bringing his hand up for a light kiss. Jaune smiles back, enjoying their shared warmth, the way a light breeze blows through his hair, the way everyone else seems to disappear. “I’m glad you’re back.” He whispers. “I missed you...missed this.”

“...I did too.” But something flickers in her eyes and suddenly Jaune is sitting straighter.

“You. You are staying, right? At least for a few weeks?” He asks.

Ruby looks away. He silence is answer enough. Jaune looks down. “How long?”

Ruby clears her throat. “They want me in Mistral by the end of the week. I’ll be taking a ship in two days time.”

“Two days?” Jaune wrenched his hand away, leaning back in his chair. “You only get to rest for two days? Ruby. Don’t you think that’s pushing it a little?”

Ruby frowns. “Jaune, they need me in Mistral.”

“Do they?”

“Yes.” Ruby reaches her hand across, reaching for Jaune. “They need all the Huntsmen they can get. I know...that I haven’t been spending a lot of time home but I need to do this. I need to.”

Jaune sighs. “I know you do. But, Ruby. You can’t keep doing this. You were gone for two months. Then before that, you did a three-month mission. Before that, it was five weeks. You barely get a rest in between each. You’re going to burn out.” But he holds her hand again.

“I’m fine.”

Jaune is silent for a second. “Do I need to stage an intervention with Yang, Blake, and Weiss?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would and you know it.”

Ruby slumps in her chair. “That’s not playing fair.”

“When it comes to getting you to take care of yourself, I can’t afford to play fair.”

“Oh look who’s talking.” Ruby sticks her tongue out at Jaune before giving him a small smile. “You’re still seeing that therapist, right?”

“Yep. She thinks I’m making great progress,” Jaune says. “I don't as anxious anymore when you or Ren or Nora or anyone else leaves. It would help though, if I knew you were taking care of yourself, though.” He gives Ruby a pointed look.

“Point taken" Ruby shakes her head. “I’m am glad that you’re still working on it. I would like to keep having you in my future.”

“Likewise.” Jaune gives her hand a squeeze. Ruby looks away for a moment but quickly looks back.

“One more mission. Then I’ll request for time off.”

“Not just for a week?”

“Not just for a week. A couple months at least. A proper vacation.”

Jaune’s shoulders drop, all tension leaving him. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my nagging husband.”

“Your nagging husband who loves you very much.”

“My nagging husband who loves me very much, yes.” She brings Jaune's hand up for a kiss. “I love you, Jaune, nagging and worrying and all.”

#rwby #rwby fanfic #lancaster #i probably didn't need to have the info dump in the notes #but eh #i've been thinking about this for a while #and just wanted to share

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champhangman · 7 years

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Whisper

Characters: Seth Rollins x OFC

A/S/F: Smutt ‘n Fluff

Request: #179 with Seth Rollins (from this prompt list) – by @soulsister101

Warnings: Mentions of Daddy kink

Word Count: Sexual Content.

Word Count: 1,664

Holding onto the front of Seth's jacket, Laura reveled in his kiss. She leaned against him when he reached behind her, heard him fumbling to put the key in the slot. It took him a long time, and she broke the kiss with a giggle.

"Can't find the hole?" she teased, squealing as the door opened behind her and she fell into the room.

His hands caught her by the waist before she could hit the floor. He dragged her to her feet, shaking his head. "You're drunk."

"Nuh-uh. Just a l'il bit tipsy," she promised, leaning to press a kiss to his lips. She heard the door snap closed once he'd guided her into the room and sighed blissfully. "It takes more than two beers to get me drunk, Sethie…"

"Don't call me that. I hate when you call me that," he groaned, making a face. Nudging her toward the bed, he reached to unzip his jacket.

She stumbled at the force of his push. Somehow she managed to stay upright, weaving and turning, and crashed into the wall next to the bed. As she mentally took stock, making sure she wasn't hurt, she exploded with laughter. Behind her, she heard Seth start to laugh as well.

"Told you, you're fucking drunk!" He laughed harder when she threw up her middle finger.

From the other side of the wall came a persistent thumping. "You two keep it down in there!"

"Romie!" she shouted. "Sorry! We just got in!"

"Great!" Roman hollered back. "Now shut the hell up!"

She scoffed, pushing away from the wall and flopping across the bed. Tilting her head so she could watch Seth, she held a finger to her lips. "Shh… We gotta be quiet."

"I ain't scared of him," he muttered, tossing his jacket over his suitcase.

"Well, I am. Besides…" Her eyes widened as a brilliant idea came to mind. Sitting up, she kicked off her shoes and knelt in the center of the bed. "I bet you can't keep quiet, anyway."

Seth lifted an eyebrow, hands pausing at the front of his impossibly skinny jeans. "What do you mean by that?"

"You're so loud," she whispered. "When you're fucking me, I mean. Even backstage you make a lot of noise."

"…And that's bad?" he asked, unbuttoning his jeans. Before she could reply, he peeled off his t-shirt.

She sighed at the reveal of his upper body. The abdomen, chest, and shoulders that she had lusted over for months before getting the nerve to ask him out. The lightly tanned skin, smattered with coarse black hair, that always felt so warm against her. It should be a crime to be so fucking good looking, she thought, absently twirling a lock of hair around her finger. He looked good enough to eat. No, she corrected, tongue trailing her lips, he looked good enough to lick. And bite. And suck—

"Stop objectifying my body and answer me," he huffed with annoyance, actually folding his arms across his chest.

Like that did anything to tame her thoughts. It just brought out how well-defined his arms were. He inhaled, and she bit her lip hard as his abdomen rippled.

"You're drooling, Laura," he said.

A hand flew up to touch her chin, and she scowled as he began to snicker. "You're such an ass," she hissed, climbing off the bed and starting to undress. "Just for that, forget it. I don't want to have sex with you tonight."

"Is that so?" he asked.

She realized that his last few statements had been made in a whisper. Fighting a smile, she turned her back to him and began unbuttoning her top. She loved the little spats they got into. They never had major fights. Just minor ones that ended with laughing and lovemaking and mutual agreements that they could both be petty assholes at times. Ignoring his presence, she let her top fall to the floor, reaching back with one hand to unclasp her bra. Once that had fallen as well she unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down, wriggling her hips. As soon as the denim was to her thighs, his palm met her ass in a quick slap.

"Good night, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear before falling into bed.

Laura gaped at him, ass stinging and pussy tingling. When he settled on his back and tucked one arm behind his head, a smirk on his face, she rolled her eyes and pushed her jeans down all the way. Stepping out of them, she looked pointedly at his crotch. And felt a tiny glimmer of pride when his cock twitched. She was about to walk around to the other side of the bed, but, thinking better of it, crawled over so she straddled him. "Don't mind me," she whispered, leaning to switch off the light. "Just turning off the lamp."

"You sure you don't want to have sex?" Seth asked, pressing a hand to the small of her back.

"Mm… No, I'm good," she lied. She placed her hands on his chest and leaned down, kissing him softly. "But I'm gonna use you as a pillow, okay?"

"Fuckin' tease," he sighed, stealing another kiss before she shifted so she could rest her head on his shoulder. His fingers began to rub her back, first tracing the length of her spine then swirling random patterns. Grunting, he moved his hands to her hips and guided her down the length of his body until her head rested on his chest.

Sucking in a breath at the feel of his cock nudging between her thighs, she lifted her head. "What are you doing?"

"Just making sure you're comfortable." His dick twitched against her, causing her to gasp, and she saw his smirk in the faint light. "Comfy, sweetheart?"

"Very," she promised, propping herself on her elbows. "I'm also—"

"Wet," he finished, hands sliding to cup her ass. He squeezed, then spread, hips rolling as he did so. The movements were fluid, practiced, and resulted in his cock resting flush against her slit.

"I've been wet since you started rubbing on me in the bar," she told him. They still spoke in whispers. She tilted her hips, felt her nipples harden from the sensation of her slick flesh gliding along his dick.

"To remind you who you were coming back to the hotel with." He squeezed her ass again, and she heard him swallow when her hips began to rotate slowly.

"Like I could forget." She rolled her hips faster, digging her fingernails into his shoulders when his cock made contact with her clit.

"Think you can be quiet?" It was barely a whisper. A breathed question, accompanied by his hands dragging up her sides. She instinctively arched when his palms closed around her waiting breasts.

"Yes," she gasped, clamping her teeth down on her bottom lip when his fingers began to lightly squeeze her pierced nipples. He stroked the peaks, plucked at the studs, and she swallowed back a moan. "Seth…"

"I'll be quiet too," he promised, rolling her nipples between his fingers. When she felt his head raise she sat up, one hand flying to clutch the back of his head as his mouth closed around one nipple. She brought the other hand to her mouth, muffling a moan, biting her tongue when he bit her nipple.

"Not fair," she warned, tugging on his hair. He released her nipple with a pop and pressed his face between her breasts. Starting to squirm, she tugged on his hair again, grateful when he lifted his head for a kiss.

"First one to make a noise loses," he whispered between kisses, hands sliding down to her waist.

"What happens to the loser?" she asked, lifting up slightly. She reached down, coaxing him into another kiss before he could answer. Her hand closed around his cock just as his fingers brushed over her clit, and she forced herself to remain silent, pouring her frustration in stroking his dick.

"Loser goes to apologize to Roman." Seth pressed his face to the side of her neck, continuing to stroke her clit until she was trembling.

"And the winner?" she managed, giving his cock a squeeze before guiding it into her pussy.

He bit her throat as she sank down on him, fingers clawing at her hips. Once she was fully seated he rolled so she was on her back. His lips crashed against hers as he started a slow, deep thrusting. When she turned her head to suck in a breath, he whispered, "Winner gets oral every morning for a month?"

"Deal," she gasped, nodding fervently.

His lips pressed to her cheek, right next to her ear. "I'm gonna love waking up to you sucking me off every morning, sweetheart."

"Not as much as I'm going to love watching you apologize to Roman," she returned.

"I'm not the one that screams at the top of her lungs when she's having an orgasm," he taunted. His hands trailed down her arms, fingers twining with hers.

"And I'm not the one that makes a bed shake like two earthquakes at one…" She wound her legs around his waist, arching to meet the lazy strokes she loved so much. A horrible thought occurred to her and she gasped, "What if neither one of us loses?"

He completely stopped, leaning back so he could stare down at her. "What?"

"What if we both stay quiet?" she whispered urgently.

"Jesus, I don't know," he sighed. Lying back down, he resumed the slow rolls of his hips. Filling her. Sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Then withdrawing, causing her pussy to clench and her thighs to tremble.

"We'll just try again, yeah?" she finally suggested, having nearly forgotten what they'd been talking about.

"All night long if we have to," he agreed.

#seth rollins #seth rollins imagine #seth rollins smut #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe smut #fulfilled request

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nekoflashficcing · 7 years

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GW -- Misadventures

For the @gwblockparty

Title - Misadventures Fandom - Gundam Wing Pairing - None Trope - Magic gone wrong AU/accidental summoning AU

AO3

“Duo, help!”

Hilde burst into the room and flung herself onto her friend, her nails digging into his skin. Duo hissed but didn’t pull away as he let himself be dragged away, stumbling over slippers.

“--the root was too old. Or maybe the glyphs were copied wrong. We had exactly three drops of blood. I don’t know what happened. But we don’t have much time--” Hilde rattled on without context.

“Wait, wait, hold on.” Duo said, digging his heels in the ground to stop advancing.

Hilde opened her mouth to launch herself in another panicked stream of monologuing, her eyes scared and darting around the room and her hands shaking while they fisted her dress. “Duo, I gotta tell you--”

“Sshhh, shhh. Take a deep breath.”

“Duo, there’s something I --”

“Hilde, Hilde, breathe. Breathe.” The no nonsense glare he gave her made her comply. Hilde took gulps of air to calmed her heart. She didn’t even realize she was hyperventilating until she realized how her body was shuddering too uncontrollably and her chest felt too small for her lungs to expand.

Duo’s hand rubbed her back soothingly. “Better now?”

Hilde nodded, swallowing a few times as she finally calmed down. A few deep long breaths later, Hilde steeled herself and looked up at Duo.

“What’s wrong?” Duo asked her.

“I’m sorry,” Hilde said and her hands clung onto his wrist. “I have no time to explain this properly.”

“Why not?”

She didn’t wait for Duo’s response, tugged her friend along again, dodging fellow-peers in the long corridors and up the stairs heading to the Tower. On the way to the Tower, or what the Professors called the Spell Chambers, Hilde had tried to fill him in with sparse information and kept glancing around, afraid that someone or something would jump at her any minute now.

“I was honestly just practising for the exams. With the girls from the Magic Theory class, you know Relena and Sylvia. We weren’t trying to do anything bad. I swear. Saw something in a book or some study. I don’t remember. Honest! We followed the instructions. I even checked it twice in the library. It has these sigils and these incantations. And we--.”

“Hilde, cut to the chase.”

“I--” She inhaled loudly. “Iturnedthemintofrogs.”

“What.”

Hilde let out a whimper, a whine maybe. Duo wasn’t sure.

Duo sniggered. “What exactly? Frogs? Really?”

Hilde finally stopped in front of one of the many Spell chambers and threw the door open and pushed her friend inside before pulling the door closed behind her back. “Please save them, Duo! The spell said we have only less than a fortnight to break the Curse before they die.”

“Wait, Hilde, you were Cursing someone with your friends? I thought you said you were practicing for an exam. That’s so--”

“Irresponsible!” Hilde cried out. “I know! And now I’m sorry I even tried. Please don’t report me to the Professor.”

“Uhm. I was going to say, hilarious. Cuz I never thought you’d be the type to Curse.”

“Duo!” Hilde whapped his arm.

“Sorry.” Duo laughed, dodged another slap while he looked around the chamber.

There was the magic circle in the center of the chamber. He gave it a cursory glance and decided it looked harmless for a Curse circle. Nothing from the sigils gave him hair-raising warnings. Not even the residual magic that still lingered in the chamber. Hilde shouldn't be having problems with this Spell, not when she was backed with Relena and Sylvia, both prospective top Magic Witches of their year.

What went wrong in the first place? Did they mispronounce the words? That was so hard to imagine.

There was a study table pressed against the far wall with several spell books spread across the surface. Pieces of chalk laid scattered outside the circle and a pouch filled with salt was carelessly dropped at the Northern sigil of circle.

“Where are your friends?”

“You just stepped on one of them.”

Duo jumped backwards and stumbled, his back pressed against the door. “Geezus! Sorry. Who did I almost kill?”

Hilde was already on the ground and scooped up one of the frogs. “Sylvia, I think.”

“Sorry, Sylvia.” Duo ducked his head guiltily. “Where’s Relena?”

“Somewhere…around here. Oh! There she is.” Hilde quickly skipped over the magic circle to scoop the second frog from the window ledge. Once she had Relena The Frog secured, she held both frogs expectantly out to Duo.

Both frogs stared at Duo with glassy eyes. Almost pleadingly. If Duo were telepathic, he'd imagined them asking him pitifully for help as well. As if having Hilde direct that same look in her eyes at him wasn't bad enough. He was such a softie.

“Uh, so how am I supposed to help you?” Duo asked.

“I don’t know how. Aren’t you technically the so-called Magic Genius here?”

“Well, not according to the Prof. Last I checked I was a nuisance and had no latent magic skills to speak of.”

“He’s an idiot!” Hilde spat. “So, are you gonna help them or not?”

“How exactly? Remember, there are rules in Spell Casting. Usually the caster can break the Spell.”

“I don’t know how! I’ve already tried the basic counter release magic spells on them. I even kissed them like those fairy tales talked about kisses being Curse breakers.” Duo grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Oh shut up! Nothing worked!”

“Who were you trying to Curse anyway?”

“None of your business! It wasn’t even a True Curse anyway. I was just--we just wanted to teach them a lesson.”

“Let me see the original Curse first.”

Hilde gestured to the table.

Duo picked up the Spellbooks one by one, scanned the pages that were laid open and checked the diagrams to make sure the they were properly drawn on the floor. “With this level, you should’ve been able to complete the Spell successfully.”

“I know~~~ Which is why it was strange this happened! Please tell me there is a counterspell.” Hilde whimpered.

“What kind of conditions have you set on that Spell?”

“A mild one. Nasty frizzy hair Spell.”

Duo nodded absently as he quickly leafed through the Spellbooks, checked the index a few times, flipped back and forth to check certain Spells before deciding they weren’t appropriate in this situation.

After what seem like a long excruciating wait in silence while Duo scanned the Spells, Hilde whimpered. “What are we supposed to do?” Hilde looked down at the two frogs in her arms. They looked back pitifully at her.

“You mean--what are you supposed to do? Cuz this was technically your fault.“ Duo pointed out.

“Fine, sorry. I admit it’s my wrongdoing.”

“How about--” Duo stopped checking the Spellbooks and looked Hilde in the eye. “--I rewrite the spell?”

“Are you crazy?” Hilde cried out. “That’s dangerous! You’re not even a proper Witch yet. If the Professor ever finds out, they’ll do more than just subtract your credits in class. You could get punished for real.”

“As if you three weren’t doing anything dangerous at all when you decided to Curse someone.” Duo pointed out.

Hilde flinched, pressing her lips into a thin, angry line and guiltily ducked her head.

“Look, Hil, sorry. I know you didn’t mean it. You came to me for a solution and I’ll do all I can to reverse this Curse. And we will speak none of this outside this chamber, all right?”

“It’s still dangerous.” Hilde said quietly.

“Well, you’ll never know until you try it.” Duo shrugged, shutting the books closed and went on his haunches to grab a piece of chalk and untied the salt pouch hanging from his hip. He unloaded the salt onto the floor, adding a thicker layer on the outer circle for protection, smudged a few sigils and signs with his hand and added smaller sigils in the circle of the center. He instructed Hilde to place her frog friends inside the magic circle.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Hilde asked nervously, wringing her hands.

“Sort of. In order to reverse the Spell. I need to mirror the signs and change a few words in the Casting.” Duo dropped his chalk and patted the powder off his hands and fingers. “All we need is a drop of my blood, since I technically didn’t cast the Curse. My blood should be able to release them.”

“Are you sure?” Hilde remained unconvinced.

“Well, in theory at least. I’m still doing research on this with Ze--a friend. So now is probably the best time to test it out.” Duo grinned.

On hindsight, he probably should’ve listened to Hilde more. She’s his best friend and came from a long line of powerful Witches herself. She had probably heard this theory before since it’s nothing new in the Witches world, but nobody had gone far enough to prove this theory true.

Until now.

“Stand back, Hil.” Hilde had already propped the table on the ground to hide herself against the wall.

Duo winced as soon as he pricked a thin knife into his fingertip to let his blood drip onto the circle, dropped the knife beside him and then murmured a Spell he had created on the spot by changing a few words from the original Curse.

The circle brightened, emitting light so bright that it nearly blinding them, wind swirled around the chamber, whipping Duo’s hair in disarray and there was a loud screech and a bang.

Once the smoke dissipated and the light no longer piercing the back of their eyeballs, Hilde coughed and waved the lingering smoke aside.

“Duo? Did it work?”

Hilde approached her friend cautiously and tried to see the circle where her frog friends once were. A thick cloud of smoke had obscured them until it finally dispersed from the air when Hilde sent a quick wind Spell around the chamber.

“Well… it worked!” Duo laughed nervously.

He didn’t sound too sure though. Hilde got closer to see--instead of two bodies lying on top of the Circle, there were three. Two of them were thankfully both Relena and Sylvia. Hilde would check them later if they have missing body parts.

The third one though… was a man. A strange man wearing strange clothes.

“Duo, what did you do?”

“A miscalculation. I guess.” Duo leaned closer. “I forgot my blood is not normal.”

“How is it not normal?” Hilde all but screeched.

“Remember what the Prof said about my lack of latent magic? He meant my blood. It’s… impure.” Duo grimaced as he spat those words.

“For your sake, I hope it’s not a demon.”

“That was one time! And it’s not a demon.” Duo said slowly. “He’s not. He feels… different.” Duo reached out carefully to press his index finger on the strange man’s forehead to peak into their memories. But before he even touched the man, their eyes sprang open, wide and dangerous, and Duo felt his world shift, his face was slammed against the floor and his arm wrenched in a painful angle. Duo cried out when he felt the man dig his knee into his back.

“Who sent you?” The man growled. “Who are you?”

“Release him!” Hilde commanded. The strange man didn’t have time to react when her hand slammed a shockwave through his back, his body convulsed violently under the voltage strike before he crumpled on top of Duo.

Duo groaned and crawled out from under the weight, one hand holding his bruised arm as he glared at Hilde. “Next time, can you please strike him when I am preferably out of range, Hil. Look what you’ve done to my hair.”

End

#gundam wing #gwblockparty #my fanfic #nekocin #tyreling #anime #duo maxwell #hilde schbeiker

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bastardnev · 7 years

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Not So Different

part 3!! the next one is the final one 👀👀👀

tagging @champnatalya and @gulakattack!!

(link to ao3)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mustafa Ali/Pac | Adrian Neville Characters: Mustafa Ali, Pac | Adrian Neville Additional Tags: Jealousy, and much to nev's utter horror, Bonding Series: Part 3 of The King and the Prince Summary: Neville and Mustafa discover that they have something in common: they're both going to miss Austin Aries.

For awhile, it seemed like Neville was on top of the world. Things had been going swimmingly for him over the last few weeks -- he had just recently retained over Tozawa at Great Balls of Fire and once again proved how much of a dominant champion he was. Sure, the way he'd won had been a bit... unsavory, but it got the job done. He was still the King. That was what mattered in the end, wasn't it?

And when he showed up to San Antonio for the 205 Live taping, his head was held high, even though he wasn't scheduled to compete that evening. Normally he would have complained, storming over to whoever put the night's card together and demanding that the show's resident monarch be featured in some capacity, but he refrained from doing so this time. He had been in too much of a good mood since Sunday to complain and decided to make the most of the situation -- if he was going to be spending the next few hours backstage, maybe he could set aside some time to mess with him...

Neville's plans were slowly crushed, however, when he arrived to the locker room only to find that the one person that he wanted to speak with was not there. His grip on his bag tightened as the memories of what had happened a few days ago returned to him.

That's right... He thought with a sigh, haphazardly tossing his bag down on a bench and plopping down next to it. Aries is... gone.

He remembered how just a few days before the pay-per-view, Austin had been officially released. He wasn't entirely sure what had happened or why Austin felt the need to leave all of a sudden, but if he knew Aries as well as he thought he did then there must be a reasonable explanation. This appeared to be a spur of the moment thing, but Austin was meticulous, never doing anything just for the hell of it.

Neville's relationship with Austin had been... strange, to say the least, ever since he had beaten him for the third time at Extreme Rules. The two of them were at each others' throats in the months prior, Austin's wit clashing with Neville's rage on a weekly basis.

After their submission match however, and after Tozawa landed himself in the Cruiserweight title picture, things had changed. Neville still didn't like him, as made evident by their interactions (he was still angry about Austin's little antics from the cruiserweight bar outing from a few weeks ago...) but his hatred had definitely cooled a bit. If he was being honest, Neville actually found himself looking forward to their weekly bickering. Not having Austin around anymore meant that Neville needed to find someone new to focus all of his attention on.

He looked up towards the door when he heard it open, his eyebrows raising when he saw that Mustafa was the one who entered, because of course it fucking was. This isn't exactly who I had in mind for who I wanted to focus on...

Neville had been so caught up with Tozawa in the last few weeks that he hadn't even had time to worry about Mustafa and whatever the fuck was going on between them. Now that they were alone together, however, it was all that he could think of. That period where Neville wasn't constantly doubting himself was lovely while it lasted.

He kept his gaze focused on the floor, not looking up until he was sure that Mustafa had passed him. He found himself relieved (and oddly offended) that he hadn't been greeted, but he let it go. He wasn't in any mood to start up a conversation.

"You seem a little out of sorts today, King." And of course, like clockwork, just as Neville was thinking that he didn't want to talk, Mustafa opens his mouth and speaks. "Trouble in the kingdom?"

"Hush," Neville replied curtly, avoiding eye contact as Mustafa turned to face him.

"'Hush'?" He repeated. "Not 'shut up'? Okay, something's really messing with you." He chuckled.

"I don't believe it's any of your concern now, is it?" Neville fired back. "Leave me alone."

"Alright, alright." Mustafa turned his attention towards his bag, unzipping it and digging around for something. Neville wasn't sure what, though -- he wasn't scheduled to compete either. Whatever his reasons, Neville didn't care enough to ask.

Then he caught sight of a familiar shade of bright blue coming from inside the bag. Neville's eyes widened once he realized what he was looking at. Mustafa had brought an Aries shirt with him on the road.

"Why do you have that?" Neville asked, quickly standing up from the bench and marching over.

"Have what?"

"This." Neville grabbed the shirt out of the bag, holding it up. He noticed that it had the sleeves cut off. "Why is this in your bag?"

"Austin gave it to me last week."

"He... gave it to you? And you kept it?" Neville bit down on his lower lip, glaring at him. Why did... Why did he keep it? How important is Aries to him? What does he see in him? What does Aries have that I... Neville's thoughts trailed off.

"Of course I did. I've been wearing it to the gym. But, uh..." Mustafa slowly took it back. "Why do you care so much about it?"

Neville sighed and shook his head. "Just forget it, Ali." He started to walk away only to be grabbed by the arm. He shook free of Mustafa's grip. "What do you want?"

"Is that why you're so off today?" He asked. "Because of Austin?"

"No!" That was a lie. "I don't give a shit about what he does." Another lie.

"Then why does the fact that I own one of his shirts bother you so much?"

"I--" Neville's words got caught in his throat. How the hell does he even go about talking about the shit going on in his head? "I really don't care that you have it. I just found it to be... weird. I can't see why he would want to give one of his shirts to a peasant like you." And I can't see why you would choose him...

Mustafa's brow furrowed, as if something that Neville said confused him. There was a look in his eyes that asked 'are you seriously still acting like this?'. Neville hated it. "Quit looking at me like that, would you? You're freaking me out."

"Sorry," he apologized. Silence fell in the room for a moment before Mustafa asked, "... Austin was important to you, wasn't he?"

"What? Absolutely not. I couldn't stand him." Neville frowned, crossing his arms. "It was like he lived to spite me. He managed to figure out exactly what he needed to say to get me mad and exploited that knowledge whenever he could." Even when I'm drunk... "Good riddance."

"I see." Mustafa pressed his lips together into a line. "Well, you might not care about him, but I do. I'm personally gonna miss him."

"Aww, well isn't that sweet. You're gonna miss your little boyfriend..." Neville's fists clenched once he reached the end of his sentence.

"Boyfriend?" He grinned. "King, no. Our relationship isn't like that."

"...Ah," Neville replied, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. Thank Christ. "Well, either way, I still don't care."

"You know you're gonna miss him, too. I think you already do."

Neville took in a breath through his nose, staring up at the ceiling for a second before looking back at him. "I'll admit that it's certainly unusual not having The Greatest Douche That Ever Lived constantly up my ass, but I'll get over it soon enough."

"You two were always fighting whenever I saw you. Austin is the only other guy around here that was willing to give you a good fight whenever you wanted one. I bet you're gonna miss that."

"It'll take some getting used to, yes, but I'll find someone else to bicker with. There's plenty of guys here that I can hurl insults at."

"...Hey, can I tell you something real quick? You have to promise me you won't tell Austin."

"You know damn well that I'm going to do whatever it takes to avoid that man for the rest of my life."

"That's a good point... The truth is, I think that you were the real winner of some of your arguments."

"Oh?" Neville raised an eyebrow.

"You had some really clever comebacks. I'm jealous that you're able to come up with them so easily. You'll have to teach me how you do it sometime."

"The Prince wants the King to take him under his wing, eh?" Neville smirked, trying to ignore how hard his heart was pounding at the thought. His expression grew neutral again. "No."

"Well, I can't say I was expecting a different answer." Mustafa's phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out, reading the text he was just sent. "I gotta go meet up with Swann in catering."

"Is he gonna share one of his pathetic match strategies with you?" Neville remembered reading that Rich was set to have a match against a local competitor later on that evening. God only knows what nonsense he was planning this time.

"Probably. You, uh... You can come hang with us, if you want."

"You're inviting me along?" He swallowed.

"Yeah. I'm sure Rich won't mind."

"Well, I'd rather dive headfirst into an active volcano than hang out with the likes of you two."

"There's another one of those comebacks that I love. Keep it up." Mustafa patted Neville on the arm before heading towards the exit. He stopped right as he reached the door, turning to look back at Neville. "Hey, I think this is the first time that you and I have actually talked without fighting."

"Is it? Well, I wouldn't get used to it if I were you, Ali."

"I won't. But..." He grinned. "You're really nice to talk to when you're not angry." With that, he opened the door to leave.

The moment that the door closed, Neville let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding, and he slumped down on a bench. Okay, what the fuck was that? Had that really just happened? Did they actually have a casual conversation as if-- as if they were friends? And did Neville really enjoy it?

And what was that towards the end? Mustafa used the word 'love' to describe how he felt about one of Neville's little quirks. He loved his retorts. Love.

This isn't good. Neville ran a hand through his hair, messing it up. This is bad. This is so, so fucking bad. He shouldn't be enjoying Mustafa's company this much. He shouldn't be getting so excited at the prospect of the two of them hanging out more. This wasn't right. He wasn't supposed to feel this way, especially not towards him.

He wasn't supposed to like him.

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My Heart’s in the Highlands - Chapter 10

Fandom: OUAT, Hamish Macbeth

Pairing: Bellish

Rating: T

Summary: With Rumplestiltskin gone, Belle can't face going back to the Enchanted Forest without him. She leaves Storybrooke forever, travels the world, and ends up in a small village in Scotland, where she meets a constable with a very familiar face.

For ghostwriter107, who said "I really want to see Neal and Emma visit Belle. I would love to see Neal's reaction to Hamish and his uncanny resemblance to his father. How would he react? Would he think his father is alive and pulling some trick on Belle? Would he get emotional, because Hamish is more like the Spinner Rumpel that Neal idealized and adored as a boy? How would Henry and Emma react?"

This chapter doesn't answer all those questions, but it does answer some of them.

AO3

Chapter 10 - When the Vision Dies

“Mornin’, Belle.”

“Morning, Hamish. What can I interest you in? Is today the day you finally give in and read Austen?”

“That day may come, but not yet.” He handed her his book. “Just droppin’ off, today.”

Belle took the book from his hand, her fingers brushing his lightly as they always did. Her touch sent a little shiver up his arm and down his spine.

He never used the bookdrop.

“Any great plans for the weekend?”

“Oh, aye,” she grinned. “I have another date with Will tonight.”

He smiled. “Oh? An’ which ay his tales will he be regalin’ you with this time?”

Her teeth caught her lower lip. “Macbeth. ”

“...Oh.”

Belle’s lips twisted in a smirk. “Mmhmm. Just me, a glass of wine, and a mad Scotsman.”

Shite. Was that a line? It sounded like a line.

He so wanted it to be a line.

“That's your idea of a good time, is it?” he asked, leaning towards her a bit across the desk.

She smiled impishly and mimicked him so that their faces were only half a foot apart. “Definitely.”

Her lips were so close and surely, surely he wasn’t imagining that hitch in her breath. Hamish leaned a little closer, catching a whiff of her flowery perfume, watching as her eyelids fluttered and her eyes dipped to his mouth.

The library door swung open and Belle practically flew backwards, her cheeks flaming. Hamish bit back a growl and kept his back to the newcomer, hoping whoever it was would bugger off.

“Excuse me, has anyone seen a lost little koala in these parts?” The American accent sounded grossly out of place to Hamish’s ears. He looked up just in time to see Belle light up like a Christmas tree.

“Neal!” she squealed. “Oh my God!” She raced around the desk and Hamish turned to watch as she launched herself into the arms of a darkly handsome man. They hugged and laughed, and Hamish felt his gut cool and harden as he took stock of the intruder. A couple of inches taller than him, dark wavy hair, twinkling dark eyes with just the smallest hint of crow’s feet at the corners, and a million-watt smile that he imagined would weaken the knees of any female in a ten-mile radius.

Hamish hated him.

Belle had drawn away from “Neal” and was gazing up into his face. “You look amazing,” she said. “New York agrees with you.”

“You look pretty great, too,” Neal said, squeezing her shoulders.

“How’s the family?” she asked.

“Good. Missing the others, y’know, but mostly we do okay.”

“Right.” Belle seemed to get lost for a moment staring into the man’s face, and Hamish wanted to hit something. He settled for clearing his throat. Both of them turned to look at him and the man froze, his face flashing the same disbelieving expression he’d seen on Belle the first time they met before she fainted dead away.

“Oh, God, sorry, where are my manners? Hamish, this is Neal Cassidy. Neal, Hamish Macbeth. He’s the constable here.”

“So you’re, uh...you're Hamish, huh?” Neal shook his head slightly, stepped forward, and held out his hand. His voice was oddly hoarse and his eyes were fixed on Hamish's face as if he were trying to see through his skull. “It’s, uh...it’s good to put a face to the name. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Och, really?” Hamish gripped the man’s hand tightly before immediately dropping it. “Wish I could say the same.” Neal’s eyebrows rose, the strange expression fading slowly to be replaced by faint amusement. “What brings you here, Mr. Cassidy?”

“Just checking up on Belle,” he answered, slinging an arm around her shoulders and squeezing. He still hadn't looked away from Hamish's face. “I know she’s smarter than pretty much anyone around and can take care of herself, but she said this place was home, so I thought I’d see what all the fuss was about.”

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Belle prodded.

“Oh, yeah. Reminds me a bit of my hometown.”

“Where is that, exactly?” Hamish asked.

“A little place you’ve never heard of.”

“Try me.”

Neal finally looked away and rolled his eyes. “Longbourn.”

Oh. He really had never heard of it. Damn.

“Well, I suppose I’ll leave you two tae...catch up,” Hamish said quietly, hoping the man had a car parked outside. He shoved his hands in his pockets and strode out the door, tension in every muscle. There was a car, and Hamish stood in front of it for some time, debating his options. There was what he could do, what he wanted to do, and what he should do, and the could and wanted were winning the fight in a big way.

But he’d been trying, since losing both Alex and Isobel, to control his less...refined...instincts. He couldn’t help wanting to punch Cassidy in his handsome swarthy face, and he couldn’t help wanting to break every lamp on the bloody car, but he could walk away instead. So he did.

“Holy crap, you weren’t kidding.”

Belle, who had watched Hamish leave with a slight frown on her face, turned to Neal and saw that he looked shaken.

“You said he looked like my father, but...I mean, that is just really weird.” His eyes looked misty and Belle put a hand on his arm.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” He took a deep breath. “I haven’t seen him in...how old is he, anyway?”

“Late thirties, at a guess.”

“Papa was thirty-six when I was born.” Neal’s voice was strained. “I never got to see him when he was...I mean he was never rich but there were better days when he was happy...when I knew him he was always poor and sad and…”

“He’s not your father.” Neal blinked and shook his head, and Belle took his hands and squeezed hard until he met her eyes. “Neal, he isn’t. He was born in this land, in this town. His name is Hamish Macbeth and he has never stirred from this corner of the world his whole life. Glasgow and Lochdubh, that’s all he knows.”

“But he looks...and he sounds… I kept waiting for him to call me 'Bae.' I swear, Belle, he..."

“I know. Believe me, I know. But they’re not the same man.”

At last Neal nodded, breathing deeply. “Sorry. I didn’t think he'd be so…or that I'd...”

“It’s okay.”

“You said it would be a shock. I feel a little dizzy.”

“I fainted, if that makes you feel any better.”

Laughing, Neal pulled her into a tight hug. “God, you’re the best. Show me around this town of yours.”

The town was abuzz with the news of the visitor. Belle had closed the library at midday in honor of escorting her guest around town, hanging on his arm and laughing at his jokes. Try as he might, Hamish couldn’t escape them. If he didn’t seem them personally, he heard of them from the townsfolk. Speculation was rampant. She’d never mentioned a boyfriend, but perhaps she hadn’t expected to see him again. It was all anyone talked about.

Later that night, Belle and Neal treated the entire village to a demonstration of the fact that handsome blokes from the city had the upper hand over short constables from the backcountry. They weren’t at all physically affectionate - even sat on opposite sides of the table - but they talked and laughed and smiled all through dinner, and Hamish was fairly sure he was going to be sick.

He’d been at the bar for nearly two hours before Belle apparently noticed him, and then all of a sudden she was at his side, all breathless smiles and glowing eyes, and begging him to join them.

“You really should,” she pressed. “I think you’d like Neal a lot. You have so much in common.”

“I’ll bit we dae,” he muttered, draining his glass of whiskey. “Nae thenk ye, I’m braw whaur I am.”

“What?” she leaned closer to him. “I can’t understand you when your brogue gets that thick.”

“I said,” he enunciated carefully, “leave. me. alone.”

Belle drew back as if he’d slapped her, and he felt a little bad about that, but then he was a little scared because her face hardened and she gripped his shoulder and pulled him off the stool. “Get outside,” she snapped. “Right now.”

Shite, she was terrifying like this. He squirmed away from the painful pressure of her long fingernails as she half-pushed, half-pulled him out the door and onto the sidewalk. “Jesus, hen, yer hans ur loch claws!” he hissed.

“Oh.” Her anger dissipated to be replaced by concern, and she released him and rubbed his shoulder tenderly. “I’m sorry, I...I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Well, I’m out now. Whit dae ye want?” He tried to be unaffected by the gentle pressure of her hands soothing away his hurt.

“I want to know why you were short with Neal this morning and downright mean to me just now.”

Oh, hell. He wasn’t even close to ready to have this conversation. He shrugged. “Bad day. Sorry.”

Her eyebrows lowered. “You were perfectly pleasant until he showed up.”

Well, yeah, when he thought he was finally going to get to kiss her, he’d been practically jolly. Hamish shrugged and looked at the ground, feeling like a child receiving a scolding for bad behavior.

“Hamish, you’re not...you’re not jealous of Neal.”

Of course he was. He was so jealous he could hardly see straight. But he couldn’t tell her that.

“No, ay course no',” he muttered, digging the toe of one shoe into the pavement.

“You are.” Belle sounded awed and remorseful all at once.

“Shouldnae be,” he said a little more clearly. “It’s no' as if we...we…”

Belle took a deep breath and tugged on his arm, leading him across the street to sit on the low wall there. She dropped her hand from his sleeve and folded her hands in her lap. “Neal isn’t my boyfriend or lover or anything like that,” she said calmly, looking past his shoulder and out at the sea. “He’s my...well, I guess you could call him my stepson.”

“Eh?” Hamish twisted his head until he could look into her eyes. “How’s that? He’s your bloody age!”

Shrugging, Belle began to fidget with the hem of her shirt. “I know I’ve mentioned a man in my past. He was...well, he was a bit older than me. We didn’t have the chance to get married, but I got used to thinking of Neal as my stepson.” She smiled shyly at him. “He’s married with a kid, so I guess I’m a step-grandmother, too.”

“Hell,” Hamish breathed. “I’m sorry, Belle.” He felt like an ass, spoiling her reunion with someone so important to her.

“Me too. I should’ve told you about him. Of course,” she added wryly, “it’s hard to find a casual way to work your grown sort-of-stepson into the conversation.” He snorted a laugh and silence stretched between them for a few minutes.

“You ne’er talk about him, y’know,” Hamish said at last.

“Neal?”

“Nah, his dad.” Hamish racked his brains for the man’s name and came up empty. “I dinnae think ye’ve even told me his name.”

Belle dropped her gaze to her hands and was quiet for so long Hamish worried she was angry. “Gold,” she finally whispered. “His name was Roderick Gold.” He didn’t press her, and it was another minute or so before she spoke again. “He didn’t have the best reputation. He was wily and manipulative and cunning and ambitious. Everyone said so. But with me...with me he wasn’t like that. I mean, he was , but he was also sweet and gentle and generous and loving. God, he had so much love to give, but he was convinced no one wanted it. It took him ages to realize I really loved him.”

“You said he died?”

“Yes. Two and a half years ago.” Belle’s eyes glazed over as she stared out to sea. “Protecting us. Neal and me.”

“From what?”

He didn’t know what he was expecting - muggers, fire, killer bees - but her words knocked him breathless. “His father.”

Anger bubbled up in him. “Mean bugger, was he?”

“He was a foul, evil man,” Belle whispered, pulling her arms around her body. “He hated Roderick, really, actually hated him. His own son. How does someone do that?” Hamish shook his head and draped a tentative arm across her shoulders. “They hadn’t seen each other in years, but Malcolm showed up one day and...and wanted something from him. Roderick wouldn’t give in, so Malcolm went after me and Neal. Roderick stopped him but only just, and the effort killed him.”

“Christ, mo ghraidh,” he muttered pulling her closer. “I’m sorry.”

“At first I couldn’t fall asleep without reliving it all,” Belle sighed, “and it was terrible, but...I think the first day I woke up and realized that I hadn’t thought about him once the whole day before was worse. I know I’m supposed to heal, to move on, but it still feels wrong, y’know? To go days or even a week without thinking about the day my life changed forever, or imagining his response to some remark, or thinking I just heard him come in from work. I loved him so much.”

Hamish took a deep breath and squeezed her in his arms. “Thank you for tellin’ me,” he murmured.

Belle pulled away from him and studied him seriously, her eyes growing sadder and more thoughtful by the second.

“What is it?”

“There’s something else I should tell you, because Neal might slip up and say something eventually, and if he brings his family out here, Emma and Henry definitely will. Not much of a filter with those two.”

“Okay.”

“I’m just afraid of how you’ll take it.”

“I’ll try no' tae overreact.”

“Not sure that’s possible,” Belle muttered, and then cleared her throat. “Do you...do you remember the night we met?”

“When you fainted on me? Aye. Difficult tae forget, that.”

“Well, I wasn’t sick or dizzy or suffering from jet lag or highway hypnosis or anything like that,” Belle sighed. “It really was you. You surprised me...scared me.”

“What?” He was flabbergasted. “What did I dae to scare you?”

“Nothing.” Belle fidgeted. “It’s just that - apart from the fact that you’re at least twenty years younger, you look enough like Rum to be his twin.” He turned to stare at her. “And I don’t just mean the same coloring and height. I mean you’re identical in every way except for the length of your hair...and that his had some gray.”

“So when you saw me on the road…”

“It was like he’d come back from the dead.”

Hamish was silent, absorbing this information, and he felt the overreaction she feared growing inside him. Was this why she appeared to like him? Because he resembled her former lover? When he flirted with her did she imagine Gold before her using his face and words? When he touched her hand did she think of him? Had she meant to replace Gold with a newer model? He glanced up and met her eyes, which were huge and dark with worry, her teeth scoring her lower lip painfully, and he took a deep breath. He knew the answers to all those questions, of course. Belle was too smart to delude herself, at least not for long. She knew he wasn’t Gold, and she either wanted him or not. Same as always, right? Either a woman wanted you or she didn’t. Of course, in his experience mostly she didn’t, not for any significant length of time.

“Small wonder he looked like I’d slapped him,” he said at last.

“Yeah, it...it was a shock.”

They both stared at the moonlight on the water for a few silent moments, and then Hamish turned to her. “You should go back in. I’m sorry for being an idiot.”

“You weren’t, it was a perfectly natural assumption to make.” Her eyes flitted over his face for a moment. When she kissed his cheek, he finally had the nerve to reciprocate and tried not to grin too broadly when she blushed. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked.

“Always.”

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