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tetsuwhore · 4 years

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢)

Description: general NSFW headcanons with Kuroo, Osamu and Goshiki

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader, Miya Osamu x Reader, Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader

Warning: explicit nsfw (duh), mentions corruption kink and degradation

he’d likely be into having friends with benefits arrangements - Kuroo enjoys the casual nature of the sex, and is very much capable of keeping his emotions in check so he doesn’t develop romantic feelings

though, he’d prefer it being with someone he’s actually good friends with rather than a mere acquaintance or a random hookup, simply because that’d make him feel more comfortable

this dude would probably text them to come over, do the Do™️, and then end up getting some takeout afterwards while they just chill and watch a movie or something lmao

Kuroo will frustrate you to no end - trailing his fingers just near the waistband of your panties, or planting kisses along your inner thighs while deliberately avoiding your core

he’s a tease - it’s just in his nature. he’ll keep up the dirty talk and deny you to the point where it’s maddening

if you want to cum, you’ll have to either a) beg hard enough until he’s satisfied, or b) pull his head to your core and grind your hips into his face. he loves when you toss out all inhibitions and shamelessly decide to take matters into your own hands

when he wants to really mess with you, he’ll start grinding into you while you’re in his lap during a makeout session. he’ll make you ride his thigh and simply chuckle, doing a fat load of nothing when you whine about how it’s not enough stimulation to get you to cum

definitely uses sex as a form of stress relief. not only is he the Nekoma volleyball team captain, he’s also in college prep classes - a whole lotta stress equates to a whole lotta sex

for instance, say you’re studying together for an exam and he’s getting restless after having sat at a desk for hours. he’ll lead you to the bed, fuck you senseless to the point where you’re teary-eyed, kiss your forehead after you’re both satisfied, and then get right tf back to his textbook lmao

since you both have such tight schedules, there will be a lot of quickies. storage closet quickie, study session quickie, late night before a game quickie.

still, he’ll feel bad because he knows it’s not as satisfying or intimate, so when he has more time to spare, he’ll focus completely on spoiling you

Kuroo is a very giving partner in general - he gets off on making you squirm and cry out for him. he’ll seize every opportunity given to go down on you. he doesn’t care if he dislocates his jaw while making you feel good, he’ll ignore the ache and keep going until you’re satisfied

he’s an observant one, and will read your body language to learn what you like or dislike. he wants nothing more than to be the partner you need him to be, so he’ll change his approach according to what you respond well to

he notices you squirming more when he’s manhandling and degrading you? he’ll call you a dirty slut and tighten his grip on your hips

he feels your nails dig just a little deeper into his back when he’s being nicer and gentler? he’ll whisper sweet praises about how you’re such a good girl for him

ok im gonna stop now ffsfsfsfs can you tell how hard i simp for him

Osamu and Atsumu are always being compared to each other, with Atsumu being labelled the ‘wilder one’ and Osamu, the opposite

people who aren’t very familiar with him often make the assumption that he’s squeaky clean, and therefore, pretty vanilla in bed… right?

wrong.

Osamu is into kink exploration, and is very much interested in discovering the various facets of sex

plus, he gets a little kick out of being so unsuspecting -everytime he’s in public and feels a mild sting from the scratches on his back, he smirks to himself, reveling in the feeling of having this dirty little secret

definitely one with a bit of a corruption kink. he finds it amusing how he’s perceived as a vanilla person, when in actuality, he’s the one who relishes the feeling of taking away someone else’s innocence

he gets such a hard-on for responsive partners, ones who can’t control themselves when they squirm around and whimper sharply at even the lightest touch. it’s a way for him to tell whether he’s doing a good job at pleasing his partner. plus, the little boost to his ego certainly doesn’t hurt

such a sucker for domesticity. there’s just something about watch you move around the house (the house you share with him), doing the laundry or cooking at the stove. it may seem odd, but it turns him on because it simply reiterates the fact that you’re all his

on several occasions, he’s found himself sneaking up behind you and gently wrapping his arms around your waist while you’re doing something. when you turn your head back slightly to smile at him, he’ll lightly press his lips against yours before trailing soft kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders

the moment never remains soft for long - soon, he’ll have his fingers in your panties, rubbing tight circles on your clit while you cling on to his arm for support. he’ll hold you in place all the way until you tense up and reach your orgasm

then this bitch innocently kisses your cheek and leaves like he didn’t just turn your legs into jelly lmao

during arguments, Osamu does have a tendency to get frustrated, and he sometimes gets up in your face, hissing at you over something he disagrees with. the tension in the room, paired with you two being pressed up so close to each other often leads to angry sex

he’ll push you up against a wall and pull you into a vicious kiss that escalates to him thrusting into you at a punishing pace. as the tension dissipates though, he’ll be less rough, going softer on you while whispering apologies and promising that he’d make it up to you

Goshiki probably gets a little blushy thinking about a lot of people, many of which tend to be strangers that he’s seen from afar and found attractive. he ends up having these little fantasies in his head sometimes - nothing too intense, and he probably wouldn’t even act on them

but while jerking off, his mind tends to… wander, and he begins fantasizing about these little crushes. he always feels bad afterwards, feeling like he was being disrespectful

lmao one time, he even felt compelled to go outright apologize to one of his senpais for having a ‘dream’ about her. she laughed when she deciphered what his stuttering words meant and brushed it off as something that happens to everyone

even if Goshiki’s dating someone by his third year, he may still be pretty nervous when it comes to sex. though, by the time you two actually start becoming sexually active, his drive to be ‘the best’ (yes, even at sex) is simply stronger than his nervousness

at first, you’ll likely suggest mutual masturbation so you can learn how the other likes being touched - he may not be 100% on-board at first, being impatient to jump right in and learn first-hand what you like, but he eventually realizes that it’s a good first step and agrees

he’ll need you to guide him yourself the first few times he touches you. gently grip his hair and guide his mouth where you want him, talk him through how you want him to finger you, give him verbal instructions if you want it “harder”, “slower” or “right there”, etc

as he learns, he’ll pick up on your non-verbal cues as well. he’ll start to observe your body language, or realize how your moans get louder when he does something that you like, and he’ll adapt his technique accordingly

he’s very eager to please in general, and will absolutely apply the saying “practice makes perfect” here, working hard at honing his technique to improve his skills. boy just wants to do his best to make you feel as good as possible

Goshiki always wants to be as close to your face as he can be because he loves hearing your pretty voice right up in his ear. as smug as it makes him, he still can’t help the blush on his face everytime he hears you cry out and whimper for him

for him.

you’ll actually make this boy short circuit if you moan his name while he’s touching you. he’ll tense up for a second, and then immediately go feral, working his tongue or fingers harder until you forget everything else but his name

he’s such a sucker for eating you out - he’s grown addicted to having your thighs wrapped around his head while he’s lapping his tongue at your clit and reveling in the gorgeous sounds of you sobbing his name

now everyone and their grandmother already headcanons this, but c’mon - praise kink. Goshiki fucking devours any praise you throw at him, be it about his physique or skill

it’s a way to boost his ego and bring out the more smug, dom side to him that makes him want to fuck you until you cry

#kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #goshiki x reader #kuroo smut #osamu smut #goshiki smut #kuroo tetsurou #miya osamu #goshiki tsutomu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo tetsurou x reader #osamu miya x reader #goshiki tsutomu x reader

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foodieforthoughts · 3 years

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Journey through time - Part 5

Summary: Your relationship with Syverson over the years.

Warnings: fluff and only fluff.

A/N1: Last part to this mini photo series. Thanks to @agniavateira who has provided me with so much inspiration. Also thank you to everyone who read and liked and commented. You guys make me so happy. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

A/N2: I'll be taking a small hiatus from posting fics for now. But I'll be back soon. ❤️

As much as Sy adored his daughter, secretly he had always wanted a son. Two years after Adeline was born, when he was back from his oversees tour for three weeks, Sy took it upon himself to get you round and plump with his kids again. He was overjoyed when you told him over a call that you were pregnant. Although it saddened you both that this time, Sy wasn't going to be around when you gave birth to your child. When you told him he was going to be a father to twin boys, Sy had hollered with glee, making a couple of his men come knocking at his door to see if he way okay. That was a very awkward call, where you were waving at his men while they congratulated you. You sent him a copy of your sonogram, along with a picture of you with Adeline in a care package. "Mini me's," He would say while looking at the picture, "And my princess with my queen." Your heart would flutter like the very first time he had kissed you; upsetting you at the distance and yet also filling you with love. Sy asked his parents to come live with you, help you with Adeline, as you got big and started experiencing difficulty in moving around. When you went into labour, his mother tried to get him on call, just like he had requested. But they were unable to connect to his phone, wondering if he was safe and sound or just away doing things that were expected of him to do as a captain. Your emotions were unbounded when you gave birth to your sons, worrying about Sy and going through the long process without him. The next day, Sy saw his sons for the first time over the video call, happy tears springing in his eyes as you cradled the two boys in your arms. "They have your eyes, Sy. Have you thought of names yet?" You had asked, having decided long time ago that since you had named your daughter, Sy would name his sons. "James and Noah." He had sniffed out, smiling at you lovingly.

Captain Syverson retired as Major Syverson after serving 20 years of active duty. Sy joined as a coach for Little League Baseball team, becoming a favorite amongst his players and their moms. Every morning you would kiss Sy goodbye as he walked out the front door, holding little Adeline's tiny hand in his to drive her to her school on his way to work. Your days were filled with less worrying about Sy's safety and more on providing a loving family for your kids. It helped that at the end of the day, your dining table was occupied with your children and your loving husband, sharing their day's events. Weekends were spent in parks with the whole Syverson clan out for picnics, you watching your husband running around with James and Noah, Adeline who was a spitting image of her father, perched on his strong shoulders. Somedays you couldn't believe your life turned out the way it did, mostly when you would walk inside the living room to find Sy sprawled on the sofa with Adeline curled on his side, James and Noah snoozing on his chest. You would wake him up, carefully peeling your daughter away from her father and take her to bed, while Sy got both boys in his arms with little to no effort and took them to their own room. At the end of the day, when parenthood and responsibilities left you both weary, you and Sy found solace in each other's arms while drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

It was the most devastating day in Sy's life when his teenage daughter told him she wanted to pursue modelling. Adeline was stubborn and opinionated, graced with Sy's beautiful features. He had stared at his daughter with wide eyes, cup of coffee stopping midway to his mouth. "You want me to be okay with grown men gawking at you?" He had gruffly replied, anger evident with his eyebrows knitting together and his lips forming a frown. You had learned over the years to not interfere with Sy's ways of parenting. James and Noah had awkwardly slid off their chairs, both of them avoiding what was to come next. The discussion had ended with father and daughter, arguing with each other, eventually Sy sending a crying Adeline away to her room. Neither of them had spoken to each other the rest of the day, Adeline refusing to eat dinner and Sy drinking too many glasses of whiskey. "I cannot believe she thinks modelling is a career choice." He had scowled later in the night, you both staring at the ceiling while lying in bed. "Didn't you once tell me you had hated your father for sending you off to military school? Do you want your daughter to hate you?" Sy had sighed, turning on his side to face you. "That's different. Adeline's our little girl, it's my duty to protect her." Understanding completely what Sy was feeling as a parent, you had too turned on your side and placed your hand on his scruffy cheek. "You taught her to be strong, independent. She will always be our little girl. Don't you trust her to take decisions for her life? And even if she fails to do what she desires, don't you want to be there for her when she would need her dad?"

The next day you had watched from your kitchen window as Sy and Adeline talked while sitting on the swings in the backyard, ending with long hugs and lots of tears.

While Adeline roamed around the country for fashion shows, Sy groomed his sons to join the army someday. It was not an acceptable behavior, but both of you had your favorites when it came to the twins. Noah, the stronger of the two was decidedly his father's favorite, adding to his delight when by the end of high school, he wanted to go to a military academy. James, the apple of your eye, on the other hand, wanted to become a doctor, much to Sy's dismay. But lessons were learned from the time with Adeline and for that reason only, Sy did not oppose. Noah was sent off to Virginia to a military academy, going on to join the air force as it was affiliated with his school; while James buried himself in studies, moving to Connecticut to attend medical school. Weekends that were spent with picnics in the park, now consisted of video conference calls with your three kids spread out over the country. "It's just going to be you and me in the end." Sy would say, shutting the computer off and looking at you pensively. Wounding your arms around the love of your life, you would rest your head on his shoulder and agree, "Till death do us part."

On your 30th wedding anniversary, Sy gave you an unexpected surprise. He had been missing from the house since morning, only to send a vague text with "Pack your bags and come out in ten minutes." When you walked outside on the front porch, you were left stunned to find Sy dressed in riding gear on a super bike. "I think we need to relive our days from the time we were dating. Come on, I've planned a road trip for us." And with that, Sy had driven all the way to San Antonio for the weekend. With a hotel room on the river, Sy pampered you with all his love and the best Tex-Mex food he could find for you. You spent the day shopping and exploring, while in the night he made love to you with unbridled passion. "My better half," he had called you, kissing your hands while cradling you to his chest. When you both came back home from your trip, you had another surprise waiting for you: Your three children all under the same roof again, holding up a sign board with "Happy anniversary, mom and dad."

Noah had successfully climbed the ranks in the airforce to become Lieutenant at an age younger than when Sy was one. But it was when James, inspired by his twin, decided to join the armed forces as a field doctor, you saw Sy's chest puff in pride. "Syverson men always join the military." He had told his friends over dinner one night, soaking up the praises for his children. Adeline joined a major modelling agency that speared her career forward. She roamed around the globe, sending her old folks trinkets from the new city she was in, and one day added a picture of her and her boyfriend in the mail. Sy turned into a protective father quickly, inviting her and her man to have dinner. "I like him." Your old man had chuckled, when he had scared Adeline's boyfriend, making him blabber incoherently with nervousness. You could only watch in a haze as one day Adeline's boyfriend showed up to your house unannounced, to ask Sy for his daughter's hand in marriage. "Listen boy, Adeline is precious and if you hurt her, you know there wouldn't be anything worse than us. You don't want to be on the bad side of the Syverson men, is that clear?" You had heard Sy warn, a shiver running down your spine listening to his commanding tone, even if the threat wasn't meant for you. A few weeks later, when Adeline was in Paris, she had called home only minutes after the proposal, screaming on the phone that she said "yes." The rest of the night, Sy had you looking at Adeline's baby pictures from old photo albums. "This little bundle would be getting married soon. Can you believe that?" He had laughed, wiping the tear at the corner of his eye and throwing his arm around your shoulders when you couldn't hold onto your own tears.

The day after Adeline, Sy's little girl, was married, he threw a brunch for the newly weds and their families. James and Noah, back from their deployment in time for their sister's wedding, had introduced their own girlfriends to both of you before the ceremony. You knew Sy would never admit it, macho behavior of his never fading, but you could see his eyes glisten watching his family grow. He had tried to keep a straight face throughout the ceremony too, but he had let go of his tears when Adeline had laid her head on his shoulder during their father-daughter dance. Halfway through brunch, Sy pulled you away from the crowd and took you towards the orchard outside the country club. He held your hand while taking you to stand under the shade of a massive tree. "It's like I'm living in a dream." You admitted, looking out at the sprawling orchard, thinking about how you were a mother-in-law to someone. Sy pulled you close to him by your waist, encircling his arms around you. Gray hair on his temples and his face beginning to be marked with wrinkles and yet for you, Sy looked like he had never aged. "I know I don't tell this to you very often, but darlin' running into you, falling in love with you, building a life with you, is the best thing that could have happened to me." He kissed the top of your head, taking your face in his hands before planting a soft kiss on your lips. "I love you and thank you for everything, Sy." You whispered as the birds chirped on the branches above, a whistling breeze blew by carrying the sweet fragrance of fruits in the orchard and you stared at the brilliant blue orbs of the man who had owned your heart and soul since many years ago.

The End.

#captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson fluff #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson x you #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic

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talatomaz · 3 years

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crossing paths pt.i | diana prince x lance!reader

a/n: reader has the powers of telekinesis. since this was going to be really long, i decided to split it into two parts. also this may be slightly canon divergent since i’ve not watched flash in a long time.

warnings: mentions of fighting, death

word count: 1.9k

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reader is sara & laurel’s younger sister who works with team flash. after her and cisco’s experiment goes sideways, she finds herself trapped on an unknown earth not unlike her own

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“You’re absolutely sure this will work, Cisco?”

You asked, tying your hair up into a ponytail whilst the mechanical genius typed on his computer; the keys clacking under his fingertips.

“Yes. 100%. Well, more like 99%. Okay, if we’re being truly honest, then 93%.”

Cisco paused after each figure before turning his head to face you.

“Cisco-“

You started before the former interrupted, “Trust me, y/n. You’ll be fine. You just need to travel there, have a look around and then come straight back. We’ve done it so many times before.”

You and Cisco had been working on modifying the extrapolator your team often used to travel between different Earths. Or rather, you used to use them before the rebirth of the universe following Oliver’s sacrifice.

You cleared your throat at the thought of the vigilante. Having grown up with him and he having dated both of your older sisters meant that he was practically like your brother. And you were broken when you’d lost him so you’d left Team Arrow and came to work with Barry and his team instead.

Working with Team Flash was...different, to say the least. But having known them for several years, you got on well with them all, especially Cisco and Iris.

However, this project you were working on was only known to you and Cisco; the others blissfully unaware, mainly because the two of you knew that if you told them, they’d guilt you into stopping your experiment.

You were the one who had gone to Cisco with the idea in the first place.

After the Crisis, many of you had assumed that everyone solely remained on one Earth however you believed that the multiverse still existed, but that it’d be much harder to access. Cisco had agreed to help you but had explained that he wouldn’t come with you due to his relinquished powers.

So here you were, getting ready to try out the extrapolator in order to confirm or disprove your theory that the multiverse still existed.

“Technically, we haven’t, Cisco. New Earth remember?”

“That’s just semantics.”

“Cisco, if this doesn’t work, you better be ready to explain to my ex-assassin of a sister what happened to me.”

You laughed as his face dropped at the thought of that conversation.

He cleared his throat, “I’ve done all the necessary calculations and made a few needed modifications, including a GPS chip. It’ll work, y/n. Here, take your mask. Just in case.”

He added as an afterthought, handing you the sleek black mask he had designed to disguise your identity.

You put the mask in your jacket and took a deep breath, readying yourself. Holding the extrapolator, you pressed the small button and a familiar portal opened in front of you; variations of colours swirling around the breach.

You looked back at Cisco and feigned seriousness, “If I die, I’m going to kill you.”

His eyes widened making you smile, “Be safe, Cisco. I’ll see you soon.”

With that, you then stepped into the inter-dimensional breach.

***

“Okay, hopefully this worked.”

The breach closed behind you as you stepped into an alley; the several dumpsters providing some form of protection from anyone who may have seen you.

Wherever you were, it was bright and sunny.

Pocketing the extrapolator, you stepped out of the alley and walked down the paved sidewalk, listening for any indications of where you were from passersby.

You continued walking until you came across a newsstand that looked fairly out of place in this seemingly technological environment.

You stopped, peering at the front cover of one of the magazines.

The words “DAILY PLANET” were printed on the top of the paper. You reached down and picked it up, flicking through the pages, pausing when you saw a familiar name on the byline.

Folding the paper back into its original state, you placed it back on the stand, flashing a kind but brief smile to the newsagent who looked at you with intrigue.

Although you didn’t know what Earth you were on, at least you knew you were in Metropolis.

A place you had visited several times since the rebirth of the universe.

A place that, despite whatever Earth, was always home to one Clark Kent, better known as Superman.

You pondered in your thoughts for a little while longer before deciding to venture out and explore the city, eager to find any similarities or differences between your Earth and this one.

You ended up in a museum.

You weren’t sure exactly how you’d gotten there, having followed wherever your feet had taken you but, nevertheless, you were here.

Whilst you were never a huge fan of museums, you’d often found yourself being dragged to them by Laurel when you were younger.

There was something about them that she’d loved.

She tried explaining it to you once.

How the beauty of art told a story or something.

You didn’t really pay much attention and who could have blamed you? You were only 10 years old. You’d rather be out playing or hanging out with your friends than spending your Saturday afternoon in a stuffy old museum.

But this place was anything but.

In truth, you knew that you sought solace in places like these during times of distress or uncertainty.

It gave you a chance to feel closer to your sister after the world had cruelly taken her away from you. Even on another Earth, you still found peace and felt her presence next to you.

You sighed, your shoulders sagging before tensing once more, feeling someone behind you.

You never used to be so on edge.

When you were younger, you lived such a care free life, never feeling any need to be concerned or cautious.

But that had changed quickly.

Soon you had been thrust into the vigilante life, more determined than ever to become like your sisters and help them fight crime.

In fact, you had learned to fight from a reluctant Sara.

After several arguments about the danger of her world, she’d come to accept that there was no changing your mind and had decided that if you were going to purposely put yourself in harm’s way, you needed to be prepared. She had put you through vigorous training which Oliver soon picked up with you after Sara had been recruited to form the Legends.

So, suffice it to say, you were well-versed in the forms of self-defence and were constantly on the lookout for any form of danger.

And being on a different Earth certainly warranted your caution.

“How are you liking our exhibit?”

A feminine voice said, her voice thick with an accent you couldn’t distinguish.

Turning with a smile, you spoke, “It’s beautiful. I never used to appreciate art but now I find myself lost in the works of Rembrandt or Claude Monet.”

“Ah yes. They were most excellent artists.”

You blinked, not at her words but at her face.

The woman who stood before you was, quite simply put, the most beautiful person you’d ever seen in your life.

Realising you were staring, you cleared your throat, “Yes, I agree.”

You opened your mouth to say something else - what, you weren’t sure of - when you closed it again having spotted a man who’d just entered the room which held the small exhibit.

The figure wore a black cap, obstructing his face, his eyes darting around before landing on another male situated in one of the corners of the room. The latter gave him a brief nod which the other returned. Discreetly glancing at them, you noticed familiar bulges beneath their shirt, surely holding a gun.

“Okay, don’t be alarmed but I think this place is about to get robbed.” You said in a hushed whisper, faking interest in another piece of art beside you.

You noted the small but discernible flicker in the woman’s eyes, her name still unknown to you.

“How-“

“Let’s just say I’m perceptive. Do me a favour and take out your phone.”

You waited until the brunette had followed your instructions.

“Pretend to be talking to someone and walk out the room. They’re not going to do anything until you’re gone because they don’t want to run the risk of you warning someone.”

She nodded at your words and proceeded to carry out your plan.

You fought the look of surprise and confusion that surely would’ve shown on your face at the lack of fear on hers. Instead, her eyes seemed to hold a look of determination.

Determined to do what, you weren’t sure of.

Once she had left, your suspicions were confirmed when the two men simultaneously took out their guns and shouted.

“Everybody down on the ground. Now!”

Screams and shouts were let out by the small group of citizens in the room, replacing the quiet bustle of hushed whispers that had previously filled the air.

As everyone immediately fell to the ground, you slid down the wall until you were in an upright position.

You watched as they removed several of the smaller pieces of art, carefully placing them in a duffel bag. You waited until they grew closer to you before standing up causing both of their guns to be aimed at you.

“Sit back down or you’ll get a bullet in your pretty little head.”

They both moved to stand in front of you, blocking you from the view of the security cameras and the people behind them. Using your powers, you pulled the guns toward you and flung them to the far side of the room.

You took advantage of their momentary confusion and kicked both of them. One of them grabbed you from behind, his tight grip trapping your arms. You raised your legs and caged the other’s neck between them.

Twisting your legs, you threw him to the ground and then drew yourself closer into your captor’s arms, lifting off the ground for a brief second before throwing him over your shoulders and onto the ground beside the other intruder.

“Run!”

You yelled to the handful of citizens who watched you with a mixture of awe and fear.

Then you felt yourself being pushed against the marble ground as one of the men jumped on top of you, his weight crushing your small figure.

“You’re going to regret that, bitch.” He snarled against your ear.

You threw your head back, smirking when you heard the grunt of pain and several curses falling from the man’s lips.

You raised your hands and with it, the other man floated in the air. With a wave of your wrist, he went crashing into his friend and they slumped into a corner.

You quickly picked yourself up and ran out of the museum’s back exit, knowing you had to avoid the police at all costs.

Reaching an abandoned alley, similar to the one you first arrived in, you took out the inter-dimensional extrapolator, deciding it was way too dangerous for you to remain here any longer.

Pressing the device, you expected to see a breach form but to your shock, there was none. Inspecting the device, you saw that it had been broken, more than likely from when you’d been thrown against the ground by the robbers.

You muttered a foul curse before calming yourself.

Think, y/n. Think.

Your ears perked up at the familiar whistle and rattle of train tracks.

Okay, you knew what to do next.

You needed to go home.

Part 2 ->

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champion-prism · 3 years

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So Fine

Leon x F!Reader, Smut

Requested by anon: Hi! Could I request a childhood friends to lovers smut fic with Leon? Like Raihan, Leon, Sonia and Y/n were all rivals, and both raihan and y/n become the dragon type gym leaders, and the whole group parties together and drinks together, and it’s on one of those nights that Leon finally makes a move. (Female reader. Also I absolutely adore your fics They’re so well written💗 keep it up bb)

A/N: a’ight so the partying bit is nonexistent and the drinking is mentioned only bc I’ve never partied and I hope I never will. Drink responsibly y’all. Or don’t drink at all, that is also okay. Also, everyone is coherent and everything in the fic is consensual.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: There’s NSFW up ahead!

The Wild Area is quiet, almost eerie in the silence of the night, broken by the soft sounds of childrens’ voices.

You and Leon sit around Charizard’s lit tail, warming yourselves before you head into your camp to turn in for the night. Leon is talking about how he wants to head in the direction of the Dusty Bowl- if he can find it.

“Maybe I should try to get someplace that isn’t the Dusty Bowl,” he muses. “I’ll get lost and wind up there, instead.”

You laugh as you ask him what he wants to go to the Dusty Bowl for.

“I really want to catch a good Ground Type,” he explains. “Maybe a Tyranitar, or a Rhydon.”

Your eyes light up at the mention of a Tyranitar.

“Ooh, a Tyranitar?” you say. “Maybe we should go to the Dusty Bowl together, I’d love to look for a Tyranitar. One of the strongest dragon-types there is.”

Leon shakes his head at you.

“Always with the dragon-types,” he says. “I have nothing against them, but shouldn’t you not be limiting yourself to a certain type? I mean...you might get KO’D in Ballonlea and Circhester.”

You shake your head.

“I’m not going to have a full Dragon team yet,” you explain. “But eventually I’d like to phase over into one. I figured, if I can manage to get my hands on a Duraludon and a Charmander, that can take care of the Fairy and Ice weaknesses.”

Leon scoots slightly closer to you. When he smiles, you can see his light blue braces.

“When I’m Champion,” he tells you, “I’ll get you all the rare Pokemon you want.”

The rest of the night is spent teasing him lightly for his ambition, and Leon laughingly claiming you’ll be sorry for ever doubting him. He hesitates a bit when you both stand to go into your respective tents, and after a few seconds of bouncing on his heels, he moves forward, gives you a quick peck on the cheek, and practically runs into his tent. You giggle slightly as you call a good night to him.

He keeps his promise. When he becomes Champion, he proudly presents you with an egg- light orange in colour with red speckles. You thank him with a peck on the cheek and a giggle, and he throws his cap at you and runs away.

Somehow, that’s how it stays. You become busy. You know Raihan is training hard to beat Leon, and you’re training hard to perfect your dragon type team. You travel all over Galar. You crawl along in the bushes and wade into ponds and spend god knows how many days in Axew’s Eye, raiding Dynamax dens to find a Noivern or a Sliggoo. When you hear from Leon, you tell him how well your now-evolved Charizard is doing.

He travels abroad sometimes, brings you back exotic Dragon types. A Swablu from Hoenn, a Dratini from Kanto. He promises he’s going to get his hands on a Bagon someday, and you tell him not to go through too much trouble. He just gives you a peck on the cheek, tells you it’s no trouble, as long as it’s for you.

Chaste kisses on your cheek. One to say hello, one to say goodbye. A congratulatory kiss on the cheek when you become the Dragon type Gym Leader at sixteen (Raihan demands one, too- he gets a ghost kiss from Leon’s Dreepy). Leon’s cheeks don’t heat up when he does it, not anymore, nor is he flustered the way he was the first few times. You’re friends, affectionate friends who kiss each other on the cheek, glance at the other’s lips and look away, tuck loose strands of hair away from each other’s face, but keep yourself from playing with it.

You’re busy, you tell yourself. Much too busy to do anything than push away the schoolgirl crush you’ve always had on Leon, much too busy training and learning, much too busy to do anything but let the years pass, and here you are now, an adult, fully absorbed in the rhythm of daily life.

It’s one of your designated hangout nights. Leon’s in Hammerlocke to destroy Raihan in an exhibition match, and afterwards, you, Raihan, Sonia, and Leon head to one of the underground pubs, one of Raihan’s discoveries, and your personal favourite. Sonia is the most responsible, Raihan is the least- by the end of the night, she’s laughing at and guiding an obviously drunk Raihan into a taxi (non-Flying; can’t risk him puking down at people from the sky). You and Leon are moderate, lightly buzzed enough to feel good, not buzzed enough to be Raihan. You decide to just walk the empty streets, shoulders bumping into each others as you walk, the cold night air biting into your faces.

Leon walks closer to you as he wraps an arm around your waist, sliding underneath the hem of your short top. You shiver and move closer to him, putting your own arm around him. The side of your face bumps against his shoulder and you giggle, both of you talking and wandering around Hammerlocke until you eventually reach the hotel where Leon is staying, at which point he looks up at it, and glances at you.

“It’s pretty cold out here,” he whispers. “Maybe we should just hang out inside.”

He sways slightly, pressing his forehead against yours as his grip on your waist tightens. You nod your assent, and the two of you make your way up to his hotel room.

The atmosphere is different, here- Leon dims down all the lights before kicking his shoes off and collapsing on the bed, patting a spot beside him. You follow suit, resting against the headboard with your body angled towards Leon. His eyes rove up and down your form, coming up to meet your eyes and stare intently at you.

His eyes are lidded as he moves forward to give you a peck on the cheek. You giggle at him, and tip forward to return the favour, kissing the corner of his mouth. He says your name, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek.

He kisses your forehead, and he doesn’t pull away before pressing another kiss to your cheek, and all at once you’re aware of the heat between the two of you; you ignore it in favor of kissing his chin, and kissing his cheek again, and that’s fine, because friends can give each other kisses, right?

You’re just relaxed from the drinking and acting silly.

Leon leans forward and places a light kiss to your earlobe. His head dips as he kisses your neck, then pulls back to look at you.

He’s staring at your lips, eyes lidded- your heart pounds as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, and he angles your face towards his.

“Leon,” you breathe.

His lips are soft on yours, barely there as they brush past your lips. Your lips part ever so slightly as you lean towards him, and he kisses you- a soft, closed kiss where you move your lips gently against his.

There are warning bells going off in your head- Leon is your friend. Your childhood friend. This is one of those friendships that is supposed to last forever, and you really don’t want a patch of awkwardness between you because you ended up making out one night. Or...doing something else you might regret.

Your hands come up to rest against his chest as he deepens the kiss, and all the warning bells go off. Suddenly, you don’t know anything beyond how good it feels when he kisses you, hot and open mouthed and much more... desperate... than before. One of his hands is at your waist, pulling you closer as he adjusts himself so that he’s over you on the bed. His mouth leaves yours as he begins to kiss your jaw, tongue swiping against your jawline. His hand moves under your shirt, fingers pressing into your sides as he kisses your mouth, your jaw, your neck. You moan slightly when you feel his teeth nip at the sweet spot on your neck, and his mouth moves to explore lower, a kiss pressed into your cleavage as he moves down to the swell of your breasts, tugging your collar down to expose more skin.

“Leon,” you say, breathing heavily.

Your voice seems to snap him out of it. He jerks his head back to look at you, golden eyes wide and searching as they look into yours.

“I’m- I-” he starts, sitting up. He swallows, and takes a deep breath.

“Lee, I…” you sit up, too, reaching for his hands. “I don’t want for things to be awkward between us,” you say, ignoring every feral urge in you that tells you to pull him back over you and go wild.

“They won’t,” he says, breathing heavily as he stares at you, pupils dilated. “I like you,” he says, moving forward to bury his face in your neck.

“I’ve liked you for years, now,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss on your skin. “And we don’t...we won’t do anything you don’t want to. I just need you to know I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I’m in- I...want you.”

You press yourself closer to him, hands coming to clutch at his biceps.

“I like you, too, Lee,” you admit, whining slightly as he nips at your neck at your confession. He’s kissing your neck again, and you moan when you feel his tongue on you as his hands slip under the hem of your top, pressing into your skin just below your breasts.

“Do you want to do this?” he asks between feverish kisses to your neck and shoulders.

“Ye-yes,” you manage, your head full of nothing but Leon right now- his scent, his warmth, the way his tongue feels on your skin, the way he’s leaving bites on your collarbone and neck, his hands pulling you closer- he presses into you so you lay back against the mattress, supporting himself with one arm as he tugs on your shirt with his other hand.

You pull your shirt off over your head, and watch as an almost feral expression takes over Leon’s face as he sees your clothed breasts. He’s on you in a second, one hand sliding underneath you to unhook your bra, the other tugging it off and throwing it to the side.

“Fuck- yes,” he gasps, kissing your bare breasts and nipping gently at one, making you whimper. It makes heat pool in your stomach when he swears- Leon almost never swears, and you like this new side to him you’re seeing.

“I’ve wanted to see you like this forever,” he admits, squeezing a breast with one hand before his tongue flicks over your nipple.

“You have no idea,” he sucks your nipple into his mouth, tongue swishing around before he pulls away, “how much I’ve thought about this,” he comes up to press a hard kiss against your mouth “how long I’ve wanted you for,” he presses his hips against yours, making you moan.

“Leon,” you moan out his name, bucking your hips against him, whining when he pulls back a bit and chuckles.

“You look cute,” he tells you, an almost innocent smile on his face. “All flushed and warm, so needy for your Champion.”

“Leon,” you gasp, hands tugging at his shirt, legs bending to wrap around his waist, trying to press into him.

“Lee, don’t tease,” you whine, and he obliges, pulling his shirt over to his head, exposing his bare chest and stomach.

He’s gorgeous.

You run your hands over his chest, making note of how he whines when your hands brush over his nipples. He presses his whole body against you, kissing your mouth, dipping his tongue in and moaning, clothed hips thrusting slightly against yours.

Your fingers hook into the waistband of his pants, tugging at them. He pulls back again, sitting on his calves as he tugs your pants off, tossing them away. You lie exposed in front of him in nothing but your dampening panties, and he gives you a smug look before kissing your stomach, going lower.

Your hands grip his hair as he begins to place butterfly kisses over your panties, teasingly biting the insides of your thighs from time to time. You plead with him for you don’t know what, an unbearable need for friction building in your intimates.

He darts his tongue out and begins to suck on your clothed clit, his face pressed between your legs. The wet spot on your panties grows, and you cry out for him as his thick fingers push your panties to a side and rub gently over your folds.

He pulls your panties off, eyes widening at the sight of your wet folds, swollen and puffy.

“Is this for me?” he asks, head tilted to a side as he looks up at you.

You whimper and nod, bucking your hips.

“Use your words, baby,” he says, nipping at your inner thigh.

“Leon- it’s for you. It’s all for you, I- ah!” you arch your back as he buries his whole face into your pussy, fingers rubbing at your clit as his tongue dips inside of you, moving around.

“Leon- oh, Lee,” you whisper, “I- ah- you feel so good-”

You can feel your high building, your intimates pulsing as he eats you out like a starved man. When he pulls away, you nearly cry, desperately begging him to let you cum.

Your arousal shines on his mouth as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, wiping off his mouth with his hand. He smiles at you, that sweet smile of his, crawling over you as he kisses your body, one hand pushing down his pants. You glance down between your bodies to see his cock, dark red at the tip and leaking precum as he strokes it gently.

“I’m gonna make you feel good,’ he says, moving up to kiss your lips. “I love you,” he mumbles against your mouth, pressing another open kiss on you, “so much.”

Your arms circle his neck as you pull him deeper into the kiss.

“I love you, too,” you pull away, looking into his warm golden eyes. He kisses you again, your legs wrapping around his waist. His cock brushes gently against your wet pussy, and you press your fingers into the muscle of Leon’s back as he continues to kiss you softly and slowly.

“You sure about this?” he asks, mouth against yours.

“Leon, please,” you say, your teeth lightly grazing his lip. “I need you.”

He presses his face against your shoulder as his cock pushes into your entrance, a strangled moan in your throat as you try to adjust to his size. He’s thick, and you mewl as he pushes in deeper, involuntarily clenching around him.

“Oh, fuck!” Leon gasps as you tighten around him, eyes wide and mouth gaping slightly.

He takes his time pushing himself inside you, both giving you time to adjust to him, and giving himself time to savour you, the way your warm insides clench around him, the way you throb with your arousal, how tight and wet and perfect you are, even better than you were in his fantasies. He pulls back a little and pushes in deeper, kissing you all over your face as he rocks slowly into you, pace quickening when your nails dig into his back.

“You’re- you’re so big, Lee,” you moan, heels pressing into his back. “I- oh- you feel so good.”

You hear him breathe a laugh, and he licks over some of the marks he left on your throat.

He begins to move faster inside you, wet smacking sounds getting louder as he begins to lose himself to the pleasure. You arch your back and squeeze your eyes shut, moaning a chant of his name as he hits that perfect spot inside of you, your head going blank save for the building pleasure.

His hand presses into your soft breast, and you drag your nails down his chest, making him cry out. You pinch and pull at his nipples, heat searing and your own pleasure spiking as his face contorts in bliss, groaning your name as you take his whole length.

“I’m gonna- hah- ah! I’m gonna make you cum, baby, I’m-” his thrusts speed up, a hand going down to rub at your clit.

You cry his name out louder as your high approaches, and he pounds into you, his gasps and moans mixing in with yours. He tells you you’re his, all his, that you belong to him, and you agree, throwing your head back as your pleasure peaks.

You scratch down his back as the tension snaps, your orgasm washing over you as you pulse around his cock, his name on your lips. He rides you through your orgasm, wide eyed at the sight of your flushed face and chest, how brazenly lustful you look as you cum around him, pussy clenching tight. He pumps into you, and with one rough thrust, he presses his cock deep inside you and moans as he goes over the edge, rocking his hips against yours as he cums, spilling his seed deep inside you with a broken cry of your name.

He almost collapses on you, face resting on your breast with his cock still twitching inside you as you both come down from your high. Leon’s breath fans over your heaving chest, and he slowly pushes himself up to pull out of you, keeping your legs apart to watch his cum drip out of your cunt. He almost wishes he could take a picture of you like this, looking so obscene, nipples perked and pussy leaking with his cum.

Your hands reach out to him as he gets off the bed, and he kisses you softly on the lips, telling you he’ll be right back to clean you up. He goes into the bathroom and emerges with a wet towel, cleaning you up as per his promise, tossing the towel away and snuggling into your naked body as you pepper soft kisses on each other, holding each other’s bare bodies tightly as sleep overtakes you.

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mystery-star · 3 years

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Wherever you go – Spock

Pairing: Spock x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: mentions of blood and injury

Words: 3943

A/N: I had to write this after discussing the quick idea of it with @elysiansith

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“No, I’ll do anything but that” you insisted, shaking your head

“Come on, you lost the bet, you agreed to this beforehand”

“It was agreed that I would do something that involved Spock”

“And I didn’t tell you what exactly so you’ve gotta do it”

“Come on, search something else. Make me spill a drink on him, sing a song in front of his quarter but not this”

“Nah, that won’t be as funny”

“No please” you begged

“Oh come on, he’ll ask you right away. I don’t think he likes it if people are following him around” you sighed

“But what do you mean with everywhere? I can’t go to his quarters if he doesn’t invite me in. What if he’s on the toilet?”

“Okay well that are exceptions”

“What is while I’m on my shift? I can’t just get up and leave the bridge whenever the Commander does”

“Fine, then you’ll need to say that you need to do something and then go to the toilet or something. Or just ask if you can go with him” you shook your head

“No please choose something else, this is ridiculous. Besides, when he does ask me why I’m following him, what am I supposed to say? He won’t understand the bet thing”

“Then tell him the truth”

“No”

“I bet he’ll find your declaration of love logical”

“Yeah sure. But what if someone else asks why I’m following Spock everywhere?”

“That doesn’t count. You’re not relieved then”

“Oh come on! You know exactly that Spock won’t address the matter until some days later”

“I know. Which’ll make it funnier for me”

“You’re the worst”

“I know”

As you had agreed with your friend, you would start with following Spock as soon as your shift started on the next day. But before you could start, the Captain came to you and said there was something he had to discuss with you.

“Am I in trouble?” you asked after the doors of the turbolift closed

“No, not at all. Just wanted to say that your friend informed be about the betting debt you have to honor”

“Oh God please no. I’d rather be in trouble”

“Well anyway, I just wanted to say that you’re free to leave whenever Spock goes. I might even send you with him from the start”

“What crime did I commit?”

“Now come on, Lieutenant. Almost everyone on this ship knows about your crush on Mr Pointy. Except for him but he doesn’t notice anything that has to do with others and their feelings. But something tells me, he cares for you too in a way that is more than just a professional relationship”

“Great and I just thought this couldn’t get any worse” the lift stopped and the Captain ordered to bring you to the bridge again.

“Oi, others would be happy to hear such news. Considering it’s Spock it’s almost as good as a ‘he loves you too’” you let out a groan.

“Just great” you repeated and the Captain only chuckled “I hope I die from embarrassment”

“Now come on, maybe it will quite alright”

“Yeah and you surely believe in the Easter bunny and Santa Clause?”

“Most did as a kid” you shook your head. When you finally were back on the bridge you were more or less pulled to the First Officer’s station “Mr Spock”

“Captain, Lieutenant (Y/L/N)” he greeted back.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about how you could use help sometimes”

“I doubt I have ever addressed such a matter and I do not know what could have given you the impression I would…”

“That is why I decided to name (Y/N) as your assistant”

“No” you moaned

“So I think it would be great if the two of you could get to know each other a bit and spend time together”

“No” you groaned, knowing that it meant it would only prolong your betting debt because it would deter the Vulcan from asking you why you followed him

“Very well” Spock answered after having eyed you “Please have a seat, Lieutenant” he slightly nodded his head to the vacant chair that was at an empty console.

“You know I wouldn’t mind if we collided with an asteroid today” you muttered to yourself as you sank down in the chair. It kinda looked like maybe you had to follow him to the toilet anyway to have him ask what you were doing.

As he had announced, the Captain kept sending you after Spock whenever he left the bridge and although Spock kept insisting that it was not necessary you followed him, Kirk too insisted on you accompanying him since he could also make it an order. So in a way, you were glad when your shift was over. Since Spock stayed a little longer, you too wanted to do this so that you could go with him but then you remembered that you only had to follow him, it had never been said that you had to wait for him to move. So you said goodbye and wished him a nice evening after five minutes and returned to your quarters. Of course your friend called you to hear how it was going and was delighted when you mentioned what the Captain was doing.

Also the following day was quite the same but fortunately this time Spock only had to leave once. But this evening he left with all of you and since you found it would be creepy to just follow him you took a deep breath you asked him if he would like to have dinner with you. To your surprise he agreed. But it also relieved you because otherwise you’d still have to follow him, which would have made it even more awkward. On the other hand, then he probably would have asked you about the meaning of it.

“I’m sorry by the way. For being around you all the time. But we don’t have a choice during work and I think it would make sense if we got used to it. Maybe it would help to get to know each other better” you gave a shrug

“You do not need to apologize”

“But… don’t you wonder why?”

“You mean if I wish to learn the reason that you decided to spend time with me?”

“Yes”

“No. After all you have just explained your reasoning” shit. That meant he probably wouldn’t ask you for the reason that. Of course unless you passed boundaries in a way. Which was something you were not willing to do. Not only because he was a superior officer and a colleague but also because you didn’t want him to think negatively of you “If you want, you can search a suitable table while I get food from the replicator”

“Hm” he had allowed you to leave but the rules of the lost bet said that you had to ignore that and still stay with him “Or what if we both got food and then search a place together? I don’t know maybe you have something like a favorite table or you find that there are seats that are better than others” he raised an eyebrow

“Having a preference towards a seat seems illogical but I agree to your suggestion”

“Great” you smiled.

For some reason, a part of you was surprised that you had a very nice evening with Spock and that you enjoyed it more than you thought. Of course you had to accompany him to his quarters afterwards and he had only said that you did not need to do this and but you had just insisted that you hadn’t noticed and thought it wouldn’t make sense to turn around now. But what surprised you most was that he thanked you for spending the evening with him, even though you had asked him to do so. Maybe your friend and the Captain were right. Maybe all of this wasn’t so bad. Which didn’t mean you were happy about it.

On the following day, however, you were quite glad about the fact that you were following Spock around. He was scheduled to go on a planet mission and or course Captain Kirk insisted that you went with him, as his assistant. A part of you wondered what would happen once the whole betting debt was resolved. If you would still be his assistant then. Maybe you should talk to Kirk about this. Because somehow you didn’t know if that was what you wanted. What if it meant you would be promoted? It didn’t feel right if that would just happen because of a bet. But it would be cool and a great way to pay your friend back in a way. Once you arrived on the planet, Spock started to put you into small groups in which you should explore the planet. And in the end, you were left but all teams of two were already formed so he just told you to join one of the groups

“Actually…” you said “Since I was made your assistant, I thought I could go with you?” right now you didn’t even know if you just wanted to be around him or if you just did it because of your bet. Your stupid friend had been right that you would enjoy following him at times

“Very well, Lieutenant, you may come with me” you gave a nod and took out your tricorder to get started with work. On your little tour, you finally came to a cave. While Spock stayed away from it you went closer and closer, curious to see what was inside. “Are you certain you wish to go inside?” he asked

“I just want to have a look inside. I won’t even go in far. Maybe there is something really interesting inside” he gave a nod and came closer, walking past you and entered the cave

“It actually was my cave” you muttered but followed him. He kept walking and walking until you reached a huge kind of hall “Okay wow that is awesome” you breathed as you started to make even more recordings while Spock must have seen something else. It turned out to be a nest with five big, turquoise eggs. Your superior had to squat down and started to examine them while you were not so happy anymore. What if suddenly the parents came and got mad? You doubted it ever was a good idea to get to close to animal’s babies. But the Vulcan didn’t seem to worry at all and he even touched one of the eggs with his palm. Shaking your head you walked away and started slapping the cold stone, trying to get a tricorder reading on them to determine the material. Suddenly you felt Spock look at you “Something wrong?”

“Can you try not to make any sounds?”

“Why that? Is something…”

“Shh” you were surprised that he actually shushed you. But it made you react and you were quiet, trying to listen to what he could have been hearing. Then you finally did hear something and you did not like it. It sounded like something screeching and rather loud thumps

“Maybe we should leave?” you asked Spock who gave a nod and you were trying to get back to the tunnel you had been coming from but it was blocked by a huge grey-brown animal that looked a lot like a pterosaur. “Okay I suppose Mommy is back home. And she’s blocking our only way out”

“We cannot be certain if it is a female” the animal screeched at you and started coming at you

“But we can be certain that it is mad” you growled as you jumped aside and regretted that you had no phaser with you.

“As soon as it unblocks the entrance you need to run”

“And leave you behind with this Pteranodon? It looks like it could swallow you whole”

“Judging by its size I suppose that the term Quetzalcaotlus would be more fitting”

“This or that, it’s mad and you don’t stand a chance” luckily, he took out his phaser and tried to shoot the alien but it didn’t seem to deter it a lot “Just great” you muttered as it came closer to Spock and when he tried to dive away under it, the being still managed to dig his claws into his back. When the animal moved away you saw that it had torn quite a piece of Spock’s uniform and his back was quickly covered in green blood. Unfortunately, the animal didn’t seem done and tried to pick at the Vulcan with it’s long beak, only narrowly missing him because he had rolled onto his back and then back to his stomach and was trying to get up. Not knowing what to do, you ran towards the nest and heaved one of the eggs out of it, kicking it away from it. Of course that caught the alien animal’s attention and it was slowly coming closer to you after it used it’s beak to stop the rolling egg. Quickly, you took another egg and rolled it into the other direction and then a third one in yet another direction. As it seemed the being decided that the eggs were more important than you and went after them so that you hurried over to Spock, pulling him back to his feet. He didn’t seem to be in best form, so you draped his arm over your shoulders, trying to support him

“Leaving me behind would increase your changes of escape and survival by 76.2…”

“Shh” you said “It was my idea to go in there and we both will get out. Now come on” you started pulling him back to the tunnel and he complied. Much to your luck, the alien was not following you anymore and you hoped it would stay like this and that not a second one of them would come. Shortly before you reached the exit of the cave, your superior took out his communicator, drumming up the rest of the landing party but you just snatched it out of his hand and then contacted the ship, telling them to beam Spock up right now because he was injured. “And don’t you dare saying something like ‘it’s just a scratch. I can do this’”

“Seeing that the being has hit me with three of his claws it would be incorrect to claim that I only obtained one scratch” you rolled your eyes when you felt the transporter beam and then were back on the Enterprise with him.

“Dear God, what happened?” the man behind the console asked

“We got attacked by an angry Mommy pterosaur”

“Well shit but the fact that it was a dinosaur is cool”

“I doubt it was a real dinosaur”

“Yeah whatever. All I hope is that this being wasn’t poisonous somehow because that looks quite bad like this already” you didn’t even dare to throw a glance to his back, knowing you’d regret it. You shifted your hold on him a little and wanted to bring him to sick bay when you met some doctors and nurses that probably had been on their way to you. Of course they were taking over for you and started asking questions about what had happened while they ran scanners over the two of you. Finally, you reached Medbay and one of the nurses told you that you couldn’t come in but much to your surprise Spock said that it was okay if you stayed with him. Needless to say that it flattered you and made you happy. Of course you couldn’t be in their way as they treated his injuries but afterwards you were allowed to move closer and looked down at him, not sure what to say. “Does it hurt?”

“No, the medication I received is still effective” you gave a nod

“Do you think they’ll give you more?”

“Should I request for some, yes” you gave a nod and were not so sure what else to say but luckily he continued “(Y/N)”

“Yes?”

“While your choice to help me escape as well was not entirely logical since it endangered your own life, I still appreciate your actions” you chuckled

“I suppose this is your way of saying thank you?”

“No. I merely wanted to tell you that I appreciated what you did. However, I do thank you for helping me”

“You’re welcome. And I’m sorry I even wanted to go inside this cave. If I hadn’t, this wouldn’t have happened”

“As you surely know, I have taken the lead upon entering the cave therefore you do not need to feel responsible for what has occurred for it is not your fallacy in any way” you gave a nod “I would have explored the cavern even if you had not been with me”

“So a good thing I started following you around, huh?” you chuckled. Maybe you should thank your friend anyway.

“I suppose so”

“And you still don’t wonder why?”

“I do. However, the Captain has asked me not to inquire the reason”

“He did what?”

“He requested I did not ask you for the reason that you are following me around”

“That idiot” you muttered

“Why does this bother you?”

“Uhm… just because”

“Perhaps it has to do with the fact that you wish to be around me as much as you can due to your affection for me”

“My what?!”

“Is it not true that you hold romantic affection for me?”

“I-I…. How the hell did you know that?”

“Dr McCoy has informed me about it three months, two weeks and five days ago when he has been intoxicated”

“Wait you knew for almost four months and never said a word?”

“I was thinking you would wish to tell me about it yourself”

“Fuck that’s embarrassing”

“Why do you think so?”

“Well uh, here you are, telling me you knew and you don’t even seem to care. Because you surely don’t like me the same way”

“Your statement is correct” you stood there like struck by a lightning. Of course you had suggested it but hearing it like this, in such words, made it even worse. You really had to ask your friend to stop the stupid betting debt because it did not have the effect as you both wished. “Yet I have considered the information in an attempt to determine what you mean to me. I have come to the conclusion that I care about you in a way I have never cared about another but I cannot say if this is what humans would consider as loving someone, which is why I have found it better to not tell you since it could disappoint you”

“So you say you care about me? But why would this disappoint me?”

“While I am not certain which answer humans expect after the confess their feelings, I do believe that what I have just said is not it”

“Well it wouldn’t be nice to hear this from a human but from a Vulcan it is different. I-I mean I probably have already known you would not ‘love’ me. Or well maybe you do but you would suppress it. I mean… I didn’t even know what I was expecting when I was thinking about telling you how I feel. I never really thought as far as your answer, you know. My mind just always kinda skipped that part”

“If you say that you have skipped my answer, might I inquire the outcome you have imagined?”

“Well there were different scenarios of course. In most of them we just decided to be friends, sometimes we came together as a couple and sometimes it just ended in the most logical way”

“If you would clarify, which is the most logical way?”

“Okay good back then I thought that you’d just tell me you feel nothing for me…. but now you told me that you care for me, whatever exactly that means. So maybe I was right about the friends vision one” you gave a shrug and let out a sigh

“(Y/N)?” he said after some seconds

“Yes”

“I personally would prefer one of the scenarios where we start courting” you stare at him in disbelief.

“But… what if it turns out that you don’t love me or something?”

“(Y/N), as I have already assured you I care about you. And it is a different way of affection than the one I hold for my mother or Jim. Which is why I am certain that it must be a romantic affection”

“Oh” you looked down, then started smiling “Well that sounds awesome” you said “But you don’t even know what I have planned in all my scenarios” he raised an eyebrow

“I am certain you will let me know and I am willing to try out different things since I do not know much of human courtship. Maybe I can use the time I spend on sick leave to carry out some research on the topic” you chuckled

“Only if you want. After all, you live the Vulcan way and I could do some research on that as well. And maybe it’s best if we just do whatever we both are fine with”

“That sounds agreeable” you gave a nod and considered if it was appropriate if you took his hand but then you just decided to do it and see how he reacted. It seemed, like he was a little surprised but then squeezed your hand back, making you smile.

“I suppose that dissolves my betting debt as well”

“Which betting debt?”

“Oh… well” you chuckled, not sure if you should tell him but then grinned “I’m gonna tell you the real reason I followed you around. I lost a bet and because of it, I had to follow you around until you asked me why. But since the Captain heard of it, he made sure to give me a logical reason to follow you around by making me your assistant and asking you not to ask me why I’m following you” he raised his eyebrow again

“Please remind me to offer my thanks to him and your friend”

“No that would be so embarrassing!” you protested “But that doesn’t mean I’m fired?”

“Fire?”

“Well, I only was made your assistant because of the bet”

“I would not have agreed to the proposition if I did not believe you were suitable for the position. If you prefer your previous occupation, however, I will…””

“No! I mean I like it but working with you is fun too. I just thought you would be fed up with me or what do I know. Or that you would not want me as your assistant after I told you the reason why I became it in the first place”

“I have believed humans would enjoy to work with their partner if possible?”

“Well yes, but you’re Vulcan”

“I am also half-human” you chuckled

“So you’ll half enjoy working with me?”

“No, I suppose I will fully enjoy it” you smiled at him

“I’m just asking for my own safety” you heard McCoy call suddenly “Are you two decent so I can let Jim in? Or he’ll rip off my head”

“No you may allow him to come” Spock said “There is something that I and (Y/N) must inform him about” he added with a look to you that could be described as soft. At least for his standards. Well Spock probably was right about one point: you owed your friend a big thank you.

Taglist: @softsapphicideals

#spock #spock imagine #spock x reader #spock x you

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stanknotstark · 3 years

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Astral Pt. 8.1 (Loki x Reader)

I know the gif kinda spoils what’s gonna happen but I hope the build up is still enough to keep you surprised and happy XD I couldn't hold it back im just so excited they kiss I had to let you all read it 🥲

After dinner the entire team broke up and went to their respected rooms, leaving you and Loki in the living room together. Thor obviously wanted to speak to the two of you but you’re pretty sure it’s Natasha that convinces him that you two need your privacy for now. You’ll have to get her something, as thanks.

Loki takes both your hands into his as you both sit on the couch. You’re sitting apart from each other still finding things to be tense between you both.

“I’m the cause of this?” Loki asks running his thumbs over your bruises, looking over your hands.

“No,” You grimace when Loki squints at you, “Maybe. Yes. Kind of.” You blabber out.

Loki hums then his hands flow with green magic and in an instant the magic disappears along with your bruises.

“Thanks.” You say. Loki reluctantly lets your hands fall into your lap and he crosses his arms across his chest. More in a way that he probably feels vulnerable right now than anger or trying to close himself up to you.

You’re both awkwardly silent. Both of you start to talk at the same time.

“So we-”

“I believe-”

Both of you go quiet to let the other speak, realize what’s going on and chuckle together. You shoulders stop from tensing and you bite your lip, raising a brow at Loki. Loki gives a closed mouthed smile and opens his arms. You practically throw yourself into him and hug him tight. You’re never letting him go again. Ever.

“I missed you.” You whisper into his neck. Loki’s hand finds its way up to your head and plays with your hair like old times.

“And me, you.” Loki whispers, kissing your head then resting his face on your head. His hand pulls at your strands for a bit then he just rests his hand on your head, holding you.

There’s a question bugging you that you finally ask, timidly because it’s probably still a sore spot for Loki. “So, if Thor is king, how is he allowed to be here for so long?”

Loki hums thoughtfully, “He isn’t. He declined the crown.”

You pull away a bit to look at Loki in the eyes. “What?”

“Thor had a plan to attack the Jötunn, so we went and when we came back fa-the Allfather banished him, here, I’m sure you remember?”

You nod, remembering the reports coming in through Coulson that Thor had been in New Mexico. If you recalled correctly, Loki had sent a machine by the name of, The Destroyer, to kill Thor too...

“Well, the crown fell to me when the Allfather fell into Odin’s Sleep.”

Your eyes widen but the look on Loki’s face isn’t one of joy so you frown. Loki is looking into space, lost in thought, his hand moving down a bit to cup your neck and trace shapes into your skin.

“There’s something you’re not telling me...” You whisper suspiciously.

Loki’s eyes come back to yours, clouds of despair in them, but he blinks and it’s gone. “A story for another day.”

You take a deep breath but don’t have the heart to drag it out of him right now so you leave the topic behind and tell him about yourself instead.

“I’ve developed my powers, more so than what you last saw.”

Loki raises his eyebrows in question so you settle your head back in his neck and tell him. “I can control people’s minds for a bit, it takes a lot to do it for too long, honestly, and I can plant thoughts in people’s minds, see their memories.” You go quiet for a second thinking of what else you’ve learned, “I can shape-shift, only to other people right now trying to turn into an animal is really hard for some reason.”

“It’s because you’re not used to being in their form, you’ve only ever known the humanoid form so it takes a lot to grasp being in a different body.” Loki explains.

You gasp, “Can you change into an animal?”

Loki chuckles at your wonderment. At heart you still had that child-like fascination he’s always adored.

“Yes but it takes a lot of magic, I only do it when necessary.”

You hum thoughtfully, finding your hands had found their way to his leather and fidgeting with it. Pulling, tugging, rubbing.

“Oh!” You exclaim.

And I can do this. You say in Loki’s mind, pulling back from his hug, reluctantly, to see his facial expression. Loki looks pleased and shocked at the same time.

I was wondering when you’d develop telepathy.

Smirking, you think of holding hands in an image which Loki got because he reaches for your hands and holds them in his, shaking his head smiling.

“You can’t get enough of me, can you sweetheart?” Loki says regarding all the physical touching, smiling harder at the flush in your cheeks.

“I missed you ok,” You admonish, “I don’t see you complaining but I can stop-”

You begin to pull your hands away but Loki grabs your hands back and gives you a look of warning, as if daring you to stop touching him. You smile inwardly.

Instead you push Loki back into the couch, manhandling him (He snickers when you huff at him for not helping you move his body) until he’s laying in a good position for you to cuddle with him. You the little spoon, sigh contently.

Loki wraps his arms around your waist, pulls you into him as much as possible, then rests his cheek on yours.

You feel completely stupid after you say it, you’re not even sure why you blurted it out in the first place, but you randomly exclaim, “I’m not dating anyone.”

Ok, so, maybe you do know why you blurted it out but your mind is catching up to what you’ve just done. You hold your breath and get tense.

“Is that so?” Loki says, beating around the bush because he’s enjoying your nervousness for him.

You’re not sure what to do so you begin babbling (and you think maybe you’ve been around Tony too much), “I haven’t dated anybody. Haven’t had the time. I might have crushed a bit on some people-” Loki’s arms hug you tighter to him, “-but I never initiated anything with them just kind of kept to myself.”

“Why’s that?” Loki breath ghosts over your face.

You turn in place, Loki’s arms giving you room to do so, and when you face the God you bite your lip. Loki’s hand comes up, his thumb pulling your lip from your teeth, his eyes stuck on your pink lips. His hand still rests on your chin.

“Why?” He whispers.

You switch between looking at his eyes and lips and say, “Because I want someone else.”

Loki practically purrs the next question, his lips twitching at the edges.

“Who?”

You smile. “You. Asshole.”

Loki chuckles then closes the space between you both. When your lips meet it’s almost overwhelming. Your stomach is fluttering and you literally think you can feel sparks when your lips meet. With your eyes closed you focus on his mouth and just go with the flow because it all feels so natural, to reach up with your right hand and tangle your fingers in his hair, to tilt your head so he has better, deeper access to your mouth, to open your mouth at his inquisitive tongue. As Loki’s tongue explores your mouth you can taste him it’s a sweet taste it doesn’t taste like anything you know of, it just tastes like Loki.

For a second your tongues battle for dominance and you let out a gasp as his tongue dominates yours. One of his hands wraps around your waist and pulls you into him, the other hand strokes your hair, occasionally tugging at your strands as he loses himself in you.

When you both need to breathe you pull apart. Opening your eyes you watch Loki keep his closed but he has a ghost of a smile on his lips. Slowly his eyes open too, looking into yours with desire. The hand that had been stroking your hair goes back and hooks with his other hand to wrap around your waist.

You’re too scared to break the silence that has formed so Loki does instead.

“I’m assuming that was your first kiss?” He asks.

You can feel your face heat up. “Why was it ba-”

Loki pulls your lips to his again, this time without tongue. When he pulls back he breathes out, “No, darling, I merely want to confirm I was your first.”

You nod at him, your eyes roaming his face to keep as a memory forever.

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shadowsinger11 · 4 years

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Taking Care Of You

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Major fluff and also smut, oral (female receiving), first time with your adorable werewolf boy, the good stuff

A/N: Heyo did you really think I'd spend years in the fanfic world without writing content myself? I think it's time I finally share some of my writing on here. Wattpad was my old love but it now brings cringy memories of me thinking I can write lmao. Enjoyyy

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Being friends with the infamous Marauders sure was an adventure.

No matter how many times you'd get in trouble because of their mischief-making, you couldn't help but love those dorks, always being ready to defend them if punishment was to be expected. In return, Peter, Sirius, James and Remus absolutely adored you and they basically adopted you as their own the minute you first stood up for them in front of your stoic and most of the time quite unfair Potions teacher. This was the beginning of a bond which neither of you thought you'd create. It didn't take them very long to trust you since you had proved multiple times that you're on their side and the boys loved having you around.

The whole school was aware of how close you were with the three pranksters but almost no one bothered to differentiate them - to Hogwarts, James, Remus, Sirius and Peter were just "the marauders". Very few people knew them individually and thought of them as separate people without having to associate one with the other two.

Needless to say, you were one of those very few people.

You loved each of the boys for their own personalities. They were so different but together they balanced each other out and that's what made them an unstoppable team.

Even though you had a strong friendship with all three, your connection ran much stronger with Remus. Due to him being way more caring and emotionally mature, he was able to understand you better and provide the best advice. At first you saw his intelligence as intimidating, worrying you'd accidentally embarrass yourself in front of him, but then you realised how much of an idiot Sirius could be around him so you began to get more comfortable. With time you also understood that Lupin was basically just a fluffy smart puppy.

His friendly but somehow shy personality was enough for you to trust him in no time and after awhile so did he. At first Remus was very hesitant to reveal his secret to you but instead of being scared or disgusted when you found out he was a werewolf, you were more intrigued than anything else.

Since then he'd be way more open about his feelings with you thus your friendship grew even stronger. You'd also feel free to share with him your struggles and count on him to help you out and cheer you up. Sometimes he'd take you out for a butterbeer and you'd spend a chill evening together in a cozy café.

If you were tired though, Remus would love to just lie down in his bed with you and cuddle.

Normally he enjoys being the big spoon, but he later found out he'd much rather bury his head in your neck or chest and wrap his arms around your midsection, tangling his legs with yours. This way he felt like he could truly protect you. You would always blush when he suddenly nuzzled his face into your chest, especially at first because you weren't sure what his feelings for you were.

When he later told you he was in love with you, it took you by surprise but the idea itself didn't surprise you. It just felt right.

Now the cuddling sessions felt much more intimate to both of you.

Remus could hear your heartbeat getting faster when he would occasionally press kisses to your neck or chest while basically being wrapped around you.

It filled him with pride when he looked up and saw how flustered you had become because of the gesture.

You would look down at him in admiration and run your fingers through his messy brown hair, trying to play off the fact that your mind was buzzing with thousands of thoughts. There was no hiding this from Remus, he could see your blushing cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes.

Sometimes he'd love to tease the hell out of you by continuously kissing and nipping at you sensitive skin until your breathing got uneven or you accidentally let out a moan.

The latter would give him a huge ego boost and he'd look all smug about it. He'd usually just genuinely smile at you but when he'd smirk at you during these moments, it made your knees buckle.

You'd discreetly try to relieve the tension between your legs by slightly rubbing your thighs together but Remus always took notice.

When it came to you getting dirty, it started off slow.

You were softly kissing on his bed, you straddling his lap.

Your kisses became more urgent and needy as you grabbed his soft hair. Remus tested the waters by moving his lips down to your neck. He knew you'd become flustered but he wanted to see how long he could keep doing this to you for.

Soon you were tugging at his locks and panting heavily, instinctively rubbing your clothed pussy up and down against his crotch.

Remus found himself getting hard on the spot. He wanted to have you right then and there but he knew he had to be careful with you.

"Is it okay if I take this off?" he asked, gesturing to your house themed shirt.

A little hesitant, you nodded and he peeled the clothing off your body. You helped him take off his own shirt as well, his Gryffindor uniform finding its place next to yours on the floor. However, you still had your bra on.

Once he reached to unclasp it, your smile faltered.

"What's wrong, my love?" he softly asked, looking up at his lover in concern.

"Nothing! I just… I don't think you'll like what you'll see…" you muttered in embarrassment. You had learned to dislike your body overtime, thinking your appearance would never make a guy find you attractive or desirable, but Remus was determined to help you change your mindset. He pecked your nose and looked into your eyes.

"My darling, I assure you there's nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, look at my scars. You still love me with them, huh? You like how I look," he stated, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "Even if you don't like your imperfections, I love them and I'll teach you to love them too. Now please let me admire you, sweetheart."

Always soft spoken, he never failed to make you melt with his words.

Now, a bit less hesitant, you let him take off your bra.

Once you were uncovered for him to see, he slowly trailed his fingers up your waist until he cupped your breasts. His fingers felt warm and soft against your skin. When you looked up at him, his reaction surprised you.

His eyes were significantly darker, eyeing you up and down hungrily. Something between a whimper and a growl escaped his throat and he whispered, seeming out of breath.

"My love, you're stunning."

His mouth found your nipple and you gasped in surprise, hands grabbing his shoulder as he sucked greedily. His fingers rolled your other nipple and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You threw your head back as moan after a moan started falling from your reddened lips.

"R-Remus…" you breathed, mind dizzy with pleasure.

His eyes shot open and he looked up at you, "Yes, my love? Did I hurt you? Am I going too fast for you?"

You couldn't help but let out a laugh, "No, you're doing great! I'm quite enjoying myself actually." You playfully bit your lip, ruffling his already messy hair. He smiled, seeming way more relieved. Remus had to get used to you moaning his name and the thought of it filled him with joy.

He carefully laid you back down on the bed, capturing your lips in a long, deep kiss. His lips moved slowly against yours, tasting them as if for the very first time. When you felt his tongue lick your bottom lip, you gladly let it in and your lover wasted no time to explore your mouth. The kiss swallowed your desperate moans and your hips involuntarily buckled to meet his.

Remus took the hint but instead decided to prolong this further by setting between your legs and dry-humping you. His clothed dick rubbed deliciously against your pussy and you were sure your panties were soaked at this point.

"Remus, please…"

Even though he enjoyed toying with you, Remus was pretty impatient himself so he pulled back and slipped down your jeans. He spread your legs wide and his lips twitched in amusement at the damp spot on your panties. He ran his fingers up and down your core and chuckled when you whimpered.

Remus finally peeled off your panties and stared at your red, swollen and incredibly wet pussy in all its glory.

And you saw it again - that same animalistic look of hunger on his face.

He licked his lips and growled quietly, making your thighs tremble before placing each of them over his shoulders.

Remus blew hot breath on your core and you sighed in anticipation. He used two fingers two spread your folds and inhaled your hypnotising scent.

Remus used the tip of his tongue to gently flick your clit and you yelped, you thought you could cum right there but he stopped. He licked a generous amount of your juices and slowly dragged it up before adding his lips to the mix and starting to french kiss your pussy.

Your head fell back down on the pillows, hands coming down to massage his scalp as your needy moans echoed in the room. Your hips involuntarily moved up to meet his mouth and he hummed in appreciation, the vibrations spreading waves of pleasure through your body.

Remus slightly pulled back and watched as he slowly entered two fingers into your pussy, a thick layer of wetness coating them. He moved them in and out carefully as he asked, genuinely concerned, "How does it feel, darling?"

At this point you were not in the state to form a proper sentence, "So good, oh my god… please keep going…"

Remus smiled to himself and went down to business, quickening the pace of his fingers. His tongue came up to play with your clit again but you truly lost it when he added a third finger, thrusting them rapidly as he sealed his lips around your clit, sucking harshly and massaging it with his tongue. You came hard with a loud moan, your juices gushing all over his fingers as Remus kept eating you out like a starving animal. He only stopped when you tugged at his hair since your clit had become sensitive and he crawled up to you, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"How was I, darling?"

"I think you already know the answer to that," you giggled, pressing a kiss to your lover's lips and he was quick to return it. His hands began to wander your body, eager to feel all your curves. His fingers left goosebumps everywhere they touched; your chest, your breasts, your neck, arms, thighs… Remus made sure to mark every single spot with his fingers and lips.

He quickly got rid of his boxers and your mouth watered when you saw his glorious length spring free. He wasn't very long but he was exceptionally thick and your pussy begged to have him buried inside you.

Remus began to grind down between your legs, looking up at you once more, "Do you truly want this?"

"Absolutely," you sighed, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you."

"I love you too," he murmured against your lips and slipped his cock inside of you. His thickness stretched you out much more than his fingers, your pussy eagerly welcoming every inch. You squeezed your eyes shut, taking a moment to appreciate the feeling of being full up to your cervix.

"Does it hurt, my love?" Remus asked, checking for any signs of pain or discomfort.

"Not at all," you smiled. "You can move now."

And with that Remus laced his fingers with yours in a firm, but gentle grip and started to slowly pull out and then thrust back in deep inside until he filled you completely. And again. And again.

Your bodies moved in a passionate dance, your hips lifting up to meet his as he kept pushing into you.

Remus' grunts and gasps joined your moans and whimpers as you both clung desperately to each other. He picked up the pace, hips snapping into yours as his thick cock slipped in and out of your glistening pussy. Your back arched, your breasts brushing against his chest with every move.

Remus removed one of his hands and slipped it between your bodies to rub nice tight circles on your clit.

"Remus, I'm-"

"I know, just breathe."

The volume of your moans increased and so did the speed of his thrusts and fingers. You looked down at where your bodies met and you moaned at the sight of his thick cock frantically entering your wet pussy, hitting all the sweet spots. With one harsh thrust he spilled his seed deep into you which triggered your own climax, your pussy clenching tight around his cock and milking him for all he's worth.

Remus kept thrusting in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm, and then finally slipped out, lying next to you and hugging you to his chest.

You both started to laugh. You felt tired, absolutely spent, but you were also energised and refreshed.

"Did you enjoy it? Was I okay? I didn't hurt you, right?" Remus asked again while pulling the covers over you two.

"Remus," you placed your hands on his cheeks to make him face you. "I just had my first time and it was mind-blowing. You did amazing, I assure you."

He seemed visibly more relaxed now and looked down at you with such pure love you had never seen before.

"I am honoured to be your first and I'm immensely glad I satisfied you. You deserve to be taken care of in an appropriate manner."

You smiled at him, letting your fingers dance seductively along his chest, "Then what do you say you take care of me appropriately again?"

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jubilantwriter · 3 years

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It’s Free Real Estate

AO3

Summary: Every entity needs a host, and each chooses their hosts with different means. For the Transmission, it goes about the route of using and reusing the same host as much as possible. How it gets its host is another thing - luring them over tends to work, but only if it can manage to snag onto their deepest desires.

If only it knew the proper wording to use lure its prey over.

Perhaps it should reconsider the fact that children of this era don't know what "real estate" actually means.

Word Count: 2035

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There’s something the Transmission and the Maw had in common - they both needed hosts to keep them running. Their forms had to be enticing, promising a homestead to house their hosts until the end of their allotted time. Granted, the Maw was much better at preparing itself for its incoming host - it actually provided rooms, kitchens, space to thrive and grow in order to have their host fully accept them.

The Transmission was… less adequate at providing. It focused more on luring and trapping their host, like a rat drawn to a suspended bit of cheese only to find - surprise! They were stuck in a perpetual spinning wheel that they must keep running. And run they shall, until the end of their allotted time. The Maw found this method particularly wasteful, but the Transmission didn’t care. It made itself into the shape of a tower to broadcast its power over the city, as opposed to the oddly shaped ship the Maw found itself as. While the Maw allowed its host to be drawn in with the promise of comfort and sanctuary and power, the Transmission offered nothing more than a forceful grab of attention that wouldn’t end until its needs were met.

Still. They both needed to toss their lures into the proverbial waters, so to speak (though less so for the Maw).

The Maw tosses out flyers, posters bragging of the comforts it has to offer. Food - endless food! Food just for you, just come here! This offer is meant for you, just for you! Silent as it is, the words catch and grab at the attention of certain passersby, and it catches either prey or host. Mostly prey, of course, but nothing goes to waste in the Maw.

The Transmission is… less subtle.

“Psst, hey.” Its broadcast rings loud and clear, and the boy with the paper bag flinches at the sound. “C’mere, we’ve got a message for you. Aren’t you tired of running? Don’t you want a place to rest your little feet on something comfortable?”

The boy groans, his hands covering his ears as he hunches over in pain. “Leave me alone…”

A small girl follows after the boy, also hunched in pain, but noticeably less so than the boy. No matter, the message wasn’t meant for the girl. The Transmission makes itself louder as it forces the boy closer.

“A home! Finally, someplace that truly welcomes you. It’s got so many rooms to explore, of course. No rugs or furniture, unfortunately, but! It’s perfect for a growing boy like yourself. No other deals come like this to anyone else - it’s even, dare we say, free!”

“What does that even mean,” the child mumbles, but he’s trudging closer to the screen and- yes, yes! He’s touching it now, tuning its transmission as if to quiet the loud message it blares. It allows him to twist and turn the broadcast, the enticing hallway straightening enough to make use of the boy’s powers and soon enough, he phases through the screen and lands in the hallway. But of course, the current occupant is being a little troublemaker and making it difficult for the child to progress forward. He moves at a frustratingly slow pace as the current host manipulates the space around him to keep him from reaching the door.

And just before the boy even makes it to the door, that girl yanks him out of the screen and the broadcast comes to an abrupt end. No matter. The Transmission’s walls tremble in frustration, but no matter. There are plenty of televisions it can manipulate. Its current host lets out a dry chuckle at the Transmission’s failure. How annoying. This was why the Transmission needed to replace him with the younger host.

This old one was starting to get on its nerves.

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It can sense when the boy is close to an idle screen. Pretty simple, really - his power is strong, brimming under the surface as he tries desperately to keep it under control and hidden away. But it won’t let that happen, no no. The Transmission needs his powers - a source of energy, a tool it can control, a middleman it can exploit to strengthen and manipulate its broadcast to each and every Viewer - and the boy just didn’t seem to understand the potential he held.

The television switches on as it blasts its broadcast straight at the boy, making him hunch over in pain as the sound of an untuned transmission audibly pains the boy as it shouts its message loud and clear.

“A free home! We’re practically giving it to you! You can customize it, optimize it to your own personal tastes! Look, you got the key right there to open up the door to your new home!”

The boy looks down to where he normally stashes his keys, but there’s nothing there. Instead, the television procures a static-like key that slowly twists and turns on the screen for the boy to reach in and grab.

“No adults, no monsters, no nightmares - just a nice, free home for you to stay in! There’s even a space in the back for a friend to stay!”

The boy perks up at this, eyes trailing over to the girl as she once again hesitantly follows the boy towards the television. She’s wary of the Transmission, of how the boy approaches the television. No matter; it almost has the boy in its grips. He leans forward and presses a hand against the screen and tunes the Transmission. It lets him do as he pleases, the key disappearing to allow the hallway to reappear.

The child tunes and tunes and tunes, this time taking a little longer than usual. A bit of irritation trickles through the Transmission. Of course - that old battery it owns is meddling again. That won’t do.

It’s only a little bit of meddling, after all. The hallway straightens with a little nudge from the Transmission, and the child falls into the space with little fanfare. Again, it tugs at his being, tickling his curiosity as he tries to run towards that door that hides the older tool. But the child runs slowly, as if he’s stuck in a dream as he struggles to make any headway in the hallway. The meddling old man continues to stall, warping the space around the child to slow him down. And just like last time, the little girl manages to pull its prize out of the screen once more.

It howls in rage as it is foiled once more. The man laughs from where he sits, sneering as the once stone walls turn to flesh, and the Flesh Walls begin to converge on him for his punishment.

Allowing him to keep his free will was such a foolish idea, after all. Of all the iterations it had to deal with, this one was the most stubborn. He remains stockstill as the walls press against him, head held high as he stares up at the ceiling.

“Even after all this time, we still make a good team, huh, Six?”

The man doesn’t get a response. No matter. It’s not as if anyone would answer with his old name. That belongs to his younger counterpart. The walls smother him, stifling his breathing as the Transmission goes back to searching for the young one.

This is what it gets for allowing him so much freedom. It’ll learn from its mistakes to ensure the younger one won’t get so willful and cocky. But for now, it must find him again.

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It tries a different method. It tries the boy’s name this time.

“Mono!” The boy flinches at the use of his name, the girl close behind him. She tugs at his hand, seeing the bright screen light up the dark room as he begins to curl over in pain. “It’s a free home - yours to claim and make your own! Fully intact with no signs of damage AND no adults around to wreak havoc! It’s already ready for you - you just need to come and claim it!”

“Shut up…” He tries to cover his ears, but it’s useless to do so. There’s only one way to end the message, after all. He shuffles towards the screen with a hand reaching out as if to stop the broadcast. The waves mingle with the boy’s power, amplifying the white noise into legible words that only the boy can hear. After all, the message is meant solely for the little Mono.

“It’s a free home! With your name - Mono, yes that’s right! - on the deed!”

“What’s a deed...”

“It’s for your home! To show that you own it for good! And it’s free for the taking- your taking! Mono, you don’t need to search anymore when we’ve done the searching for you! Free. Housing. It makes us tremble with excitement! Could it get any better than this?”

“Shut up!” By now, the boy presses his palm against the screen and begins to tune the transmission. It nearly trills with excitement as it blares its message once more for him.

“It’s free real estate!”

“I don’t even know what that means!” He yells with frustration as the image straightens out. Luckily, the old battery can no longer interfere. The older man is fitted with his hat now, the outfit complete as he stares blankly ahead. It even took it upon itself to tune the old tool just right - his anger was amplified, need for revenge finely tuned to take priority over everything else, and a single memory is looped on repeat for him to focus on. No interference from him now.

The child breaks through the screen easily and runs towards the door unhindered. He reaches the doorknob and yanks the door open with a quick leap and heave and-

Ah, yes. The old tool is removed, moving forward of his own accord as the child screams and runs away. But there’s nothing any of those creatures can do now. The events are set in motion, as it always has been.

It’s only a matter of time.

The Signal Tower is empty once more as the hunt begins.

It’s only a matter of time.

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Maybe he should’ve expected this. Maybe he should’ve known that the voices from the Transmission weren’t lying to him as he sits on this lone chair, a room so empty that it reminds him of the aching void in his chest.

Maybe he should’ve known that he was doing exactly what the Signal Tower wanted him to do by tuning the Transmission like he did. At least now, he has access to all sorts of shows to ease his unfortunate boredom. All these shows meant that he knew what all sorts of big words meant.

A term he finally understood was “real estate”. It meant something like… land that someone owns with one or more buildings. He thinks.

But it makes sense now, doesn’t it? When the Transmission kept trying to tell him that it was giving him a new, free home. Apparently, adults used to have to spend “money” to “buy” new homes. The concept escapes him - he doesn’t actually know what a home is. But according to the shows he watches, it means a place that wants him. A place where he can stay safe and sleep in.

A new, free home. He looks around the room he’s trapped in, stuck in the Signal Tower as it continues to control everything in the Pale City and the residents that live within the city.

Land with buildings.

The Transmission keeps him here, where it wants him. Where he can stay safe and sleep in.

A home.

He curls up on his single chair, the only thing that had kept him safe from the fleshy floors until there was no more flesh, and cries silently to himself. Maybe Six knew what was waiting for him and dropped him here so that he could stay safe? Because this was a place that wanted him?

Maybe that was it.

Maybe this was supposed to be a good thing.

(He didn’t like it one bit.)

New understanding has him burying his face against his knees.

“It’s free real estate,” he whispers.

#little nightmares 2 #ln mono #ln thin man #ln the transmission #ln six #she's kinda just mentioned tho #i posted this to the WRONG BLOG #and woAH im writing for a new fandom??#don't worry guys i'll still write camp camp #i just need these out of my system #anyway my original thought process was like #hey what if the transmission was like blasting IT'S FREE REAL ESTATE #but mono hates it #sorry its not as funny as i wanted it to be but boy did i try #crackfic sorta #don't take it seriously please

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greekgeek21 · 3 years

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Percy Jackson & The Avengers: Convergence - they steal an old pirate ship

I'm alive!! I'm so sorry for just ditching you guys, but I was in Shasta for a week and didn't have any internet access so I wasn't even able to say that I was gonna not update. But I hope this nice, semi-long chapter makes up for it! Reminder that this is also available on FF, Inkitt, Ao3, Webnovel, and Wattpad

On a completely different note, I'm going to be starting to write a book. Like, a real published book. It'll take a few years but I'm determined and I love the idea I thought of so if any of you are interested, email me at [email protected] and I might be willing to send some samples. I want input, badly. And all the people in my life are biased. Total strangers on the internet are totally made for this, right?

I recently got into readers marauder era fanfics and I'm already in too deep, gays (and yes I meant to say gay, we all know it if you're reading pjo fanfiction). There is no escape.

Anyway, I'm running out of prewritten chapters, so I have to get to writing that while preparing to write a book. Wish me luck! Happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈✨

- your author

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"Run it by me again. Just one more time," Steve asked, still highly confused.

They had made it to Florida and were now at a private dock. Percy had just briefly explained his control over any water vehicle and the Captain was not getting the point.It was understandable. Percy still barely got it.

However, they didn't have a whole lot of time, and every second they wasted discussing Percy's weird powers was another second Annabeth's captors had to hurt her. They did not have time for this.

"We are going to steal a boat, and I'm going to sail us the rest of the way," Percy sighed.

"Ok, but, how are we going to sail it if only you know how to do it?" Steve asked.

Even Piper was getting frustrated now. "He can control the boat! We won't have to do anything! The boat will listen to his will! Oh my gods!"

"But how is that possible!?" Steve shouted.

"How would I know?! I was just born with the freaky powers!" Percy yelled right back, getting fed up with this never-ending conversation.

Jason decided to cut in before things got too out of hand. They had to save Annabeth.

"Guys! This doesn't matter! What matters is that we save Annabeth, and we can't do that if we're stuck here arguing over something that is out of our control," he said.

Percy huffed. "He started it."

Hazel rolled her eyes. "How does Annabeth put up with you?"

"Honestly? No idea," Percy smirked.

"Let's just get going, team. We have a boat to steal, right?" Tony asked.

"Yep. And I think this place has the perfect one for the job." The son of Poseidon then started walking away, apparently following his weird sailing powers.

I guess we're supposed to follow him, thought Piper.

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"This is supposed to take us through the most cursed waters on the planet?" Bruce asked, looking the boat up and down.

"Yes. Isn't it beautiful?" Percy said and smiled, running his hand along the side.

Tony leaned over to Frank. "Is he seeing the same boat we are?"

Frank just shrugged, used to Percy's weirdness by now. Honestly, it was a little hard for him to imagine the team taking what was in front of them to Polyphemus' island. It seemed like it wouldn't survive the normal ocean.

To be clear, what Percy was suggesting they take was an old pirate ship, currently on display inside of a warehouse at the dock. It was covered in dried-up barnacles, and the mast was split in half. There were also holes all along the sides. It was a miracle the thing hadn't crumbled already.

"Yes, Tony, I am. This thing will run for me. It doesn't even need to be repaired, I can handle that. The only thing that matters is that it is built to withstand the type of waters we're going out in," Percy said. "We need all the advantages we can get."

Natasha, to everyone's surprise, spoke up, "I think we should trust Percy. If he says it'll work, then it'll work. He's the son of Poseidon, right? Nothing can hurt us while in the ocean. Am I correct, Percy?"

Jason cleared his throat and gave Percy a significant look. The Avengers needed to know that they were basically powerless in the triangle. The older teen looked ready to explain, but Frank spoke before he had the chance.

"Actually, no. The Sea of Monsters is outside of Poseidon's realm of power, hence the name. Percy won't have the same access to his father's domain as he does out here," he said, "So, basically, we're entering a dangerous situation, with no backup, and an inexperienced team. Should be fun, right?"

The Avengers were shocked, to say the least. Not at what the boy had said, but who had said it. As far as they had seen, Frank wasn't as confident as his physical form portrayed. They were wrong. Frank was confident, and his friends were proud of him for it, too. It had been a large transformation from when Percy had first met the son of Mars.

"Well, I think we should start heading out. We want to get as far as possible before the sun goes down, right?" Piper asked.

"Right," Percy nodded.

She wasn't really certain about all of this sailing stuff. Sure, she had been on the Argo II, but that was different than an actual boat. For one, it could fly and was controlled by a gaming console. She hadn't really bothered learning how to actually run a ship for that.

But now, she had to act like she knew what she was doing, and that was scary. The Avengers may put on a confident front, but she saw the insecurities in all of them. Some were harder to find than others, but finding insecurities was her specialty.

They really were going into a completely unknown situation. At least Piper and the Seven had been in this world for a little while, but the Avengers hadn't even encountered a monster before. It would sure be a shock when they were faced with some of the worst ones for their first fights. So, she and the rest of the demigods had a responsibility to be the examples, no matter how much the "adults" liked to point out that it was "ethically wrong" for them to do that.

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Turns out, the kid hadn't been lying about being able to sail the ship. Tony would be the first to admit that he was skeptical of the structure of the vessel, but he was proved wrong when, after the group had gotten the thing into the water, it had started to magically prepare itself for departure. Not a single drop of water leaked into the interior; it was like the water simply moved around the holes.

It was spectacular!

Before he knew it, the group had settled into the boat and were moving away from the dock. The Avengers were marveling at everything around them, considering that Percy wasn't even steering the thing, and yet it was supposedly moving in the right direction. To add to the shock, the ship's parts were moving themselves. It was not logically possible, and yet there Tony was, watching it unfold like some kind of acid trip.

"This is...amazing," he muttered, leaning against the rail with Leo, who he had taken a certain liking to. They were a lot alike.

The son of Hephaestus grinned, "Right? I told you guys Percy had cool powers. You should see him with Blackjack or Arion. It's wacky, man!"

"Who's Blackjack and Arion?" Tony asked, noting the new names.

"Oh. Right, I forgot. Blackjack is Percy's pegasus, and Arion is Hazel's horse. Percy can talk to them because his father created horses," Leo answered.

And just when the man of iron was getting used to all of this, he was pulled back into astonishment.

Ω ♆ Ω

After a couple hours of mingling and exploring, Percy called the team up to the deck. He had started to feel it a while ago when he knew it was still a distance away, but now he knew that they were approaching the Sea of Monsters.

It was a blank spot for him. Everywhere else, he could feel the ocean's power thrumming, waiting for him to control it. But here, there was nothing. Considering they were in the middle of the ocean, it was pretty obvious what it was. That was how he had tracked the place down without a map. It was his blind spot. He would just follow the blankness like it was the North Star.

Once everyone had gathered, he told them the news, and to say the atmosphere changed was an understatement. What smiles they had had disappeared, and their expressions turned serious.

"It's time, guys. Get ready. The first thing we're going to come up on is Scylla and Charybdis. We have to go through them to get into the sea. Now, I've planned this so that we should hopefully be able to pass through without any problems, but with six demigods' luck, we shouldn't rely on that too much. Charybdis only feeds three times a day, so if I planned this right, we should be able to pass over her without a fuss. Everyone got it? Be prepared for a fight, but don't expect it, please. We don't need any more reasons for the Fates to curse us."

Hazel stepped up, "Should the Avengers help us if we end up fighting something? Or should they just observe how we deal with monsters first?"

"We can handle ourselves," Steve defended.

Jason sighed, fed up with the same old arguments, "Alright, that's it! The Avengers will let us take the lead in any fights we may or may not end up in. They will not do anything without one of our approvals because we have actual experience with these beings. They will not be put on the sidelines, but they will also not be on the front lines. Does that work for everyone?"

Percy sent a thankful grin to his cousin, "Thank you, Jason. And yes, it does."

Jason just nodded in return.

"Alright, gang! Buckle up! Make sure to keep your hands and feet inside the ship at all times, and remember, the sword points away from you. It's showtime!" Leo cackled.

Just as he finished, they entered a wall of mist, which was unsettling to say the least. The temperature dropped almost three degrees as they passed through it.

Percy pulled out Riptide before steering the ship towards Charybdis. Hopefully, if everything went to plan, they would be out of this Hades-forsaken place by sunrise.

But, of course, nothing ever went to plan on a demigod's quest.

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Maybe it wasn't the best idea for me to come, was Bruce's first thought as he got his first glimpse at a greek monster. He had taken refuge inside the sleeping quarters of the ship, practicing his breathing exercises. He was really hoping this didn't turn into a Code Green. This was definitely not the place to let the Hulk loose.

So far, it had been silent upstairs, so Bruce concluded that it was going good so far. He had researched the Greek and Roman myths before they had left and on the plane, and everything that he could find on Charybdis was not reassuring. It was true what Percy said, that she only ate three times a day, but nobody really knew when those times were. Until Percy, apparently. He had survived the Sea of Monsters, so everyone on this ship had to trust his judgement in everything they did here. Bruce could tell that the other Avengers were struggling with taking orders from a "child." But Bruce had learned to not underestimate anyone on his travels while in hiding. Plus, look up any demigod's name and there was a whole list of accomplishments to find.

If Percy said that he knew when the monster liked to eat, then he knew when the monster liked to eat. It was as simple as that.

So, ten minutes into their first obstacle, and things were going fine. Everyone was eerily quiet, but no sign of Charybdis or Scylla yet. Of course, as soon as someone thought about it, an outline of a serpent appeared in the fog surrounding the boat.

Frank was the first one to spot it. "Guys..." He looked up at Percy. "We have a problem."

He pointed into the fog and Percy cursed. "Oh schist. I knew she couldn't just leave us alone."

The Avengers had figured out that something was coming and were unsure what to do. The demigods seemed to be just waiting like sitting ducks for the thing to attack them, and that was not a good plan. The Avengers don't wait for their opponent to strike first.

"Alright, that's it. I'm going to see what it is," Tony mumbled, activating his Iron Man armor.

"No, Tony! That's not a good-" Piper got cut off as the billionaire flew off, "...idea."

If she couldn't yell at that idiot, she was gonna yell at his teammates. She turned around, prepared to cuss out some idiot "superheroes," but Hazel beat her to it. "What was he thinking?! Why didn't you idiots stop him?! He has no idea what he's getting himself into! That monster is NOT something you guys can handle without our help! Mortalium tam stultus!"*

Natasha appraised the small demigod. She sure was a young spitfire. And from what she had seen already, a powerful one.

"Ok, let's just calm down, alright? Tony should be able to hold his own until we can go save his stupid ass," Leo sighed. Working with mortals was draining.

They were always so brash about things. And yes, coming from a greek, that statement was pretty hypocritical, but it still wasn't a lie. He idolized Mr. Stark's work, but man if only the guy could learn some restraint and he would be perfect.

Just as Leo had spoken, an explosion was heard, followed by a muffled string of curses. Only Tony Stark could come up with those creative swear words, so at least there was proof that the guy was still alive. For now, at least. The group needed to get that soon.

"Alright, hold on! This is gonna get bumpy!" Percy shouted, steering the ship towards the sound of fighting.

He willed the vessel to move faster, and it, of course, obeyed. In his head, Percy was just thinking rush rush rush. They needed to get this fight out of the way and get to Annabeth right after. Percy was praying to any god that would listen for there to not be any more disruptions to their journey. He just had to be confident in his skills. He had done this before, so he knew what lay ahead of them.

And it was going to be a challenge.

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Tony would deny any claim of him being held in the mouth of a sea serpent by his leg. Cuz that didn't happen. Totally.

But if it did, then the rest of the questing group would have worked together to fend off the monster until they could get away. Percy would've used Riptide to stab the monster in the leg, while Jason flew up and used his gladius to cut open her eye. The rest of the group basically just put on a full-frontal assault until Scylla released their idiotic teammate. Leo blew some fire, Hazel manipulated the Mist so that the Avengers could all see it for what it was, Piper made it loosen its grip with her charmspeak, Frank and Clint released some well-placed arrows, Natasha fired some gunshots, and Steve sliced into it with his shield.

All in all, the thing realized quickly that it was outmatched.

Then, after Tony received a very stern reprimanding by Piper and Steve, the group carried on. They didn't have time to dilly-dally. Saving Annabeth was their top priority.

Ω ♆ Ω

Meanwhile...

"Let me go, you skatá!"* Annabeth screamed, kicking her captor in the knees.

She had been knocked out as soon as they had shadow traveled, so she hadn't woken up until an hour ago. When she had, her wrists and ankles had been shackled to a stone wall with imperial gold shackles. The terrorists had stepped up their game.

There was dim lighting, but from what she could figure out before, she was in a cave of some kind. They had completely cleared out the area around her, so there weren't any visible location markers. That is, until they moved her.

The people who had grabbed her were strong and bulky and covered in black. They had black combat suits with black ski masks covering their features. Stereotypically, Annabeth would've figured the goons to be stupid, but they kept her shackles on and put a sack over her head so they at least has someone smart on their team.

Annabeth was getting really sick of not knowing anything, though.

So that's where she found herself at the moment: as a "defenseless" hostage. It was quite comical, really. Did these idiots really think that she would go quiet?

She felt one of her kicks come into contact with a kneecap and heard a satisfying grunt of pain from one of the thugs. Good, she thought, I hope that hurt.

Then, she was thrown onto the cold, stone floor and forced to hold her head up. The whole situation was so stereotypical that she wanted to laugh. But then she also didn't want to come off as more psycho than her captors, so she kept it to herself.

"This is quite interesting," a voice said, "The prideful daughter of Athena, reduced to a simple mortal's hostage.

The sack on her head was yanked off, so Annabeth spat down at the man's feet, glaring at him with a burning hatred. Taking a quick survey of the room, Annabeth found that she was being held captive on Polyphemus' island. The room was the main room of his cave; the one where she, Percy, and Grover further blinded the cyclops.

"If you had actually gotten me on your own, it might have been impressive, but having to use monsters is just pathetic," she said.

The leader growled and kicked her in the jaw. It didn't have enough power to break it, but it did cause her to bite through her tongue.

Annabeth spit out the blood produced in her mouth, dirtying the man's shiny shoes. The guy would have to do a lot worse than that to scare her.

"Hmm... I like your spirit. It's going to be that much more fun when I break it," he hissed, kneeling down to her eye level.

"I hope you rot in Hades," is all Annabeth responded with.

The guy laughed. ACTUALLY laughed. So, he was a crazy sociopath hades-bent on tearing down the natural order of the universe, Annabeth decided, how nice.

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I kinda really love this and I hope you did too. Now, to get into some unasked political shit: Love is love. I like all genders, and I still don't want to see any of them practically having sex in front of me. So just, accept yourself and others for who they are and move on. Is that so hard? Happy pride month & happy Father's Day!!

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Bonus scene!

The group was spending time in the dining room of the ship when all of a sudden, Percy remembered something truly horrifying. Like, beyond disgusting!

“Oh, my gods! Guys!!!” he exclaimed.

Hazel rolled her eyes and said, “What, Percy?”

“Charybdis is my half-sister! Ew ew ew ew ew EW EW EW EW!!!” Percy shouted his answer.

Everyone simultaneously gagged.

(Inside, Steve was starting to get seriously concerned about these kids’ chaotic family.)

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schnoogles · 4 years

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who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? written for the @jonsa-halloween event! Day 6: Magic/Fear Read on Ao3

For centuries, House Stark has kept a hidden, dark secret. Every woman born into the family has been given the ability to turn into a wolf every full moon starting on their fifteenth year. Some see it as a curse. Others, a blessing. Sansa doesn't know what to see it as, she just knows she doesn't want it.

@esther-dot For asking about it in the WIPs meme, this one’s for you! hehe🤭

“Hurry up Snow!”

“In a moment, I’m locking up the horse stable.”

“The sun’s gone now and the moon’s out. I’m closing the door in a minute whether you’re in or out.”

“Alright, alright.” Jon hurried and finished locking up the stable, securing the livestock.

For the last few years, their small village has been the victim of a beast. They don't know how it happened or why their village was chosen, but every full moon, the Red Wolf came. At first, the wreckage and carnage was terrifying. There was death each time. Soon though, the village learned: don't hunt the wolf. After that, it seemed to only hunt animals that were wandering outdoors and never destroyed any property to get to ones locked away. They might not try to hunt the giant wolf, but they still had a watch team in the high towers, making sure no one came to harm. But still, every month, the air in the town was thick with fear. No one knew where the beast came from, it was as if it appeared out of thin air. Like magic.

Once Jon secured their livestock, he went to head inside, but he heard a rustling. He turned around and looked towards the outskirts of the woods. He could have sworn he’d rounded up all the animals. Not wanting to stick around to find out what it was, he joined Theon in their cabin.

The two worked as farmhands for the Stark estate ever since the Starks moved into town about five years ago. It was the best thing to happen for two fifteen year old boys who had no family of their own. It was hard, but decent work. And it allowed for them to live in the old cabin a little ways from the estate.

“All locked up then?” Theon looked up from stoking the fire.

“Yeah, everything should be secure.” Jon moved over to close the curtains. The light might attract the unwanted beast.

“Good. That’s good.”

When Jon sat down, Theon set a cup of ale next to him. All they had to do now was wait out the night. Neither one could ever sleep on a night that the wolf would come. Before long, Jon cleared his throat. He’d been pondering this idea for a while now, and he’d come to a decision.

“So, I’ve been thinking,” he began. Theon raised a brow for him to continue. “I think I’m going to join the Night’s Watch.”

Theon scoffed. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m very serious. Look, hear me out-”

“No,” Theon stood up then, a look of fear in his eyes. “Jon, there’s a reason the Watch is made up of a bunch of men with no family. It’s dangerous to be out there. Just because the Red Wolf doesn’t actively hunt anymore, doesn’t mean it won’t kill. Remember what happened two months ago?”

Jon sighed. Of course he remembered. It was the first kill in a long while. The morning after a full moon found Harry Hardyng, dead by the town square. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Exactly. I know you and him didn’t quite get on, but he still died a gruesome death.”

That was an understatement. Jon and Harry absolutely hated each other. Jon hated Harry for being an obnoxious, arrogant man. He had the money, yet couldn’t be bothered to offer support to the young woman whom he laid with and got pregnant. It was the town’s scandal, but of course, with Harry’s name and fortune, the one gossiped about wasn’t him, it was the poor girl. Jon also hated Harry for his constant pursuit of the Stark’s eldest daughter, Sansa. But she’s also the reason Harry hated him in return. Sansa would never give Harry a moment of day, but she always had time for Jon Snow, the extra farmhand her father hired.

“Then you’ll do well to leave this idea alone.” Jon knew Theon. He’d never admit it, but he was afraid of Jon joining the Night’s Watch and dying. He could have easily pointed out to Theon that he didn’t have family, neither of them did. But that’s a lie. They were brothers in all but blood. So he dropped the topic.

2 years ago

Sansa Stark was out in the woods, kindling a fire. Tonight was to be her first full moon. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t scared. No one would be able to guide her. Her Aunt Lyanna would have been able to, but she had sadly passed away three years ago. Killed by a mob of angry townsfolk, led by Rhaegar Targaryen. Her father had grieved so hard over his lost sister. They couldn't stay there anymore. She supposed she should be thankful no one thought twice about how the Starks just up and left right when the town was safe again.

She let out a frustrated groan. It wasn’t fair. Why was it only the women in the family who were forced into such a fate. Her father had tried again and again to explain it to her. It was in their blood, he’d say. If it was in their blood, why didn’t he turn into a wolf? Why didn’t Robb?

Her father had given her journals and diaries of any Stark woman before her who had documented their transformations. Some said it was an excruciating pain. Some said they hardly felt anything. Some even said it was exhilarating and they had felt free. That’s what her Aunt Lyanna felt. Free. Sansa prayed she would feel free too.

Two years now. She’s been at this for two years and still, she hated every moment of it. The only consolation she had was that it wasn’t painful; she learnt how to embrace the wolf's senses and that helped ease her into it. The other consolation was that she wouldn’t be alone for long. She stared at the fire, waiting for night to come.

“Hey.” Arya sat next to her big sister.

Sansa kept her eyes on the fire in front of her. “You shouldn’t be out here. It’ll happen any second now.”

“It’s not like you’ll hurt me. You’ve gotten control of it.”

“Have I?”

“What happened with Hardyng was… well it just was. What he did,” Arya trailed off and shook her head, “He was vile and Dad said if you hadn’t killed him, he would have.”

“Doesn’t mean it was right,” Sansa glanced at her sister and felt a pang of sorrow. “Besides, if I’m to help you next month, I need to make sure I’m in control.”

“Damn. Almost next month already.” Arya’s fifteenth nameday was a week from now.

“I think you’ll be fine.” Sansa smiled at Arya. “You’ve always learned things a lot quicker than I have.”

“Yeah, but you have more emotional control than I do.” Arya looked up at the moon. “Time to go.” She gave her sister one last hug and headed inside.

Sansa took a deep breath. All she could smell was the fire, the trees around her. Then suddenly she smelled everything. Arya still walking back to the house. Her mother’s lemon trees. The pies Old Nan had baked for them. The smell of the animals a few miles down by the farm.

She always tried to stay in one place. Hidden in the woods. But each time her wolf instincts took over and wanted her to roam. To stretch her legs and run. Sniff out any food. Though she still has some semblance of control over her wolf body, that doesn’t stop her from exploring. She ran through the trees. Chasing all sorts of wildlife when she heard it. The shout of a man. Curiosity got the better of her and she followed the noise. When she got closer, she heard the snap of a lock and saw him. Jon Snow. The kindest soul she’s ever met. No! Sansa thought. She would not go near him. Her emotions were never right around him. Backing up was a mistake though. She stepped on some fallen twigs and he looked over to her. Please don’t come closer. He didn’t. When Jon went inside, she let out a whimper. Another reason she hated being a wolf. It made finding love so much harder.

The sun shone on Sansa’s face. She furrowed her brows and groaned. She sat up and glared at the offending source of light for waking her up. Taking a few deep breaths, Sansa thought about the night before. Nothing was amiss. No unexpected kills at least. That was another thing Sansa hated about being a wolf. How she just became so blase about killing people. She told herself they deserved it. Her mother and father do as well. But that didn’t stop the feeling she got after every morning she woke up to the news of a new body found. Hardyng, Bolton, Baelish. Those kills are the ones she regrets the least and just that thought has her fearing that this is what she’s become. That she’s embraced her inner bloodthirsty wolf.

Suddenly there was a noise. She quickly secured her red cloak. In one of the journals, Alarra Stark said she had sewn a large enough cloak that her wolf form could crawl under so she’d be decent in the morning. Sansa had liked that idea, but the only fabric large enough was the one with red dye. She didn’t like how horribly it clashed with her already very red hair, but she didn’t have many other options.

“Lady Sansa?” Sansa’s breath caught. It was Jon Snow. “What are you doing out here so early?”

“Jon! Hi.” Sansa beamed up at him. She knew just a year after meeting him that Jon Snow had her heart. “Just out taking a walk is all. I like the crisp morning air. And I’ve told you, it’s just Sansa. No need for formalities.”

He smiled back at her. She could insist all she wants, but he needs to make the line clear, if not for her then for him. Sansa was the boss’s daughter. And he was not good enough for her. “Of course. Yes, the morning air is really something else. I’ll leave you to your thoughts then.” He turned around but she stopped him.

“Wait, no, you don’t have to go. What are you doing out so early anyways?”

“Sun’s up, so it’s safe. I’m out here checking the grounds for strays.”

Sansa looked at him curiously. “Strays?”

“Yeah, when I locked up last night, I heard a noise by the trees. Was just wondering if I missed an animal.”

No, you didn’t. She smiled again. “Oh, well I can help you look then!”

Before Jon could accept, someone called out for Sansa. When they both looked towards who it was, they saw a very concerned Catelyn Stark. Sansa frowned.

“Never fear, I’m pretty adept at hunting down animals. I’ll let you get back to your mother, Lady Sansa.” With that, he nodded his head at her, then her mother and turned back the way he came.

Sansa slumped her shoulders and tread towards her mother.

“Everything okay, Sweetling? Not a bad night?”

“No, it was fine,” she sighed. “Nothing bad happened.”

Her mother smiled softly at her. “That’s good.” She looked to where Jon had walked off. “Shall I invite Jon to tea? He can join us for luncheon.”

The smile she returned her mother was a half-hearted one. “No, I don’t think so.”

Catelyn frowned, “Sweet, it’s alright if-”

“I’ll not drag him into a life like mine, Mother.” Sansa walked back to the house, leaving Catelyn aching for her daughter’s happiness.

#actuallyjonsa #jonsa fic #jonsaff #jonsa fanfiction #jonsa halloween #jonsaaaaaa #my writing #i'm excited for this one guys #hopefully i can pop out chapter 2 for tmrw's free day LOL #who's afraid of the big bad wolf

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handlewithkara · 3 years

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More spoiler roundup

"We have to tell you that our favorite villain, Lex Luthor, will be returning and one of the most exciting things is that we will see Lex -- for the first time ever -- fall in love with a worthy evil partner, which might be named Nyxly," Queller shared.Despite being the Paragon of Hope, Supergirl wasn't able to complete a totem task for courage in Tuesday's episode of the Arrowverse series, and it's something that will haunt her as the show's sixth and final season continues.

"It's something that she will wrestle with for the rest of the season, wondering why she didn't pass it," Supergirl executive producer Robert Rovner told TV Guide. "But Nyxly says in the episode that it wasn't about showing strength, but it was about showing the vulnerability and that, I think, is the key to Supergirl finally understanding why she didn't pass it."

That fits with a quote from Mel about being more vulnerable around her friends. Note that writers like to be the ones to follow up to ideas they have introduced, so that might come back in 17, the next Lena/Horgan centric episode. (or it might be something from Faerber who might be writing one of the later episodes, that would fit with Faerber writing Welcome Back Kara where Kara hides her trauma and Nia is frustrated that she failed passing her Fear test)

That said: I still fail to see what kind of vulnerability Kara was supposed to show in the middle of saving a plane? Will Kara presumably be better at the other tests and it’s just courage that haunts her? Or are they only talking about this one because this is the episode they are discussing?

"I think that Lena's growth as a human being is tied in to this struggle," fellow executive producer Jessica Queller said, also speaking to TV Guide this week. "She's always relied on her brilliant intellect and she's also been very suspicious of others because of her earlier experience. We're finally seeing her open up and not keeping secrets and trusting her friends and trusting other people. And this season is a lot about Lena finally really trusting herself. … And as she comes to terms with her own magic, she also evolves as a person who's coming to terms with trusting herself."

I know you hate to hear it, but yes, indicator 128972934 that Lena will keep her powers by the end of the show if acceptnig those powers and trusting those powers is phrased as a positive thing. Now if the show actually dared to point out what a huge hypocrite Lena was to get upset about Kara’s secret when she had constantly been keeping secrets the entire time.

"Her friendship with the Super Friends -- all of them -- is kind of front and center in the second half of the season," Rovner said. "One of the things that is new this season -- as Jessica pointed out -- is that she has friends that she can trust and so she isn't burdened by secrets. I think it allows her to kind of face these challenges in a very supported way, which is very exciting for us to have written about, but also to see her kind of grow a community and build a community around her and not fall into old patterns, which you know she's very worried about doing."

Well that fits with what I said about earlier episodes that it could be about Lena learning to be part of a team and form relationships with a wider variety of people rather than putting all her eggs into one friendship basket and then it being the end of the world if that friendship has a conflict.

Well, it’s pretty obvious that he’s your favorite villain ... I think even a blind person would be able to tell that.

[about the Kara and Nyxly connection] "It does get worse before it gets better," Rovner said. "I think that it keeps them connected and it allows Supergirl to face things that she's never been forced to face before. This connection with Nyxly's psyche forces her to kind of really evaluate the power that she's up against, and what she needs to—"

"What lengths she's willing to go to fight it -- is really a lot of, thematically, what we're going to be dealing with now," Queller added.

I still think the psychic connection stuff feels really dumb. I think being connected would actually be interesting if it caused Kara to see true darkness, but that doesn’t work with how they seem to be undecided between whether Nyxly is hokey or actually likable.

Or if they actually went more in depth to Kara and Nyxly having some sort of friendship (not that I would want them to really waste time on that in the show’s last season)

[about William] "There will be obstacles and danger involved moving forward, but I think the press is so important to our storytelling and I think him being there really allows us to examine the role of truth and accountability as it relates to our Super Friends," Rovner said. "He'll have a big role to play as the season progresses."

Unsurprsingly William = truth.

According to the showrunners, the most challenging one will be the love totem. Queller notes that it will be the most brutal, “in terms of what it will put our characters through to achieve saving the love totem.”

“They all have a particular burden on the characters,” Rovner added. “One of the exciting things about this season is that in addition to trying to defeat our big bad, each episode is thematically tied to the totem that they’re going after. So that allows us to explore deeper character things as well so we’re excited that the storytelling gave us that ability.”

Sigh. I can see why going through the thematics every episode was a fun idea for the writers on paper, but so far I can’t shake the feeling that their interpretation of it is very hokey and cheesy. Does “our characters” also incorporate Nyxly? Like is love going to be rough on her as well?

If this involves multiple characters I presume that means they will do another pre-test thing where there is thematic mayhem.

[On Dansen] “We don’t want to spoil it but their love story deepens and and becomes central focus as the season goes on,” Queller noted.

[Rovner] "During the course of the rest of the season, there's a lot of Guardian, but also Kelly and Alex stories as well, as we see their relationship deepen and evolve over the second half of the season. We're very excited about that story."

Good for them.

Meanwhile, the dream totem is also going to be a big one for Nia (Nicole Maines). Rovner confirmed that fans won’t find out what exactly that super deep dream she was in during “The Gauntlet” was, but that the dream totem will certainly open things up for her.

Also unsurprising that the dream totem will have a connection to Nia (again probably episode 16 because of the Nightmare name). Also lame that they won’t reveal her episode 13 dream.

https://www.tvguide.com/news/supergirl-boss-says-nyxly-is-the-most-dangerous-villain-the-super-friends-have-ever-faced/

https://news.yahoo.com/supergirl-showrunners-promise-ll-learn-020000236.html

https://www.tvguide.com/news/supergirl-lenas-magical-powers-will-deepen-her-trust-with-kara-and-the-super-friends/

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RWBY VOLUME 8 EPISODE 9 SPECULATION AFTERMATH!!!

SPOILERS!!!

Oh.....My.......God.....I Just Love This Episode!!!! I Got Most Of My Speclations Wrong Again But I Don’t Give A Rats A** I Still Love Love This Episode. Let’s Jump Right Into This Aftermath Because There Are Some Points Within This Episode That Were Touched On That I Have Been Waiting For The Right Time To Express During This Season So Lets Get Started...

-(Enter The Whale) As much as I would have liked to see on how Yang, Jaune and Ren had entered the whale around the the hordes of Grimm outside, I can understand why CRWBY would decide to cut a sequence like that out of the finished scene due to time constraint and budget they are given for this volume, so I am satisfied on how the episode starts.

In my speculation post for this episode I had more or less assumed that Ren would be the one to lead the group to find Oscar through the whale with his evolved semblance, and it turns out I was right. I was kind of hoping we would see the colored petals we had previously seen back in episode 7 when Ren uses his semblance to find Oscar in the whale, but again this may have been an issue for CRWBY to animate due to the amount of animation they had created for this episode alone, so again I am satisfied with how the scene played out.

Also it’s important to take note of on Ren’s explanation about Jaune having no fear, despite the dire circumstances they are currently in. This may just only have been brought up to bring closure of Ren and Jaune’s earlier argument back in episode 4, but I think this observation of Jaune may play more of a role at the end of volume. Remember that it was stated that Miles Luna (Jaune’s voice actor) did record some lines along with Salem’s voice actress for this volume that we have yet to have seen, so Ren’s observation of Jaune having no fear may have a connection for what’s to come.

-(Defecting From The Witch) Alright alright alright!! I at least got some of this part right in my speculation post 😆. To me it makes sense for Oscar, Hazel and Emerald to use the lamp to summon jinn before they leave the whale, but I was kind of hoping they would use the last question right then and there. In dire situations that they are in I figure it would be wise to to get rid of the last question before Salem uses it for herself. What I did not expect was Neo to be the one to steal the lamp and leave 😳. Now this is an interesting choice for CRWBY to do because in order for the lamp to work you have to speak Jinn’s name out loud.......but as we all know Neo can’t speak. Could it be that she can see the writing on the wall that the whale isn’t the most secure place anymore and decided to take the lamp back to Cinder to keep it safe? Or is she using it as leverage to get on the heroes side, just so she can get close to Ruby? We shall see.......

-(The Cost Of Using Magic As A Beginner) Ok......now this is an interesting subject to have been brought up in this episode. We have just now learned that if Oscar continues to use Ozpin’s magic, it will speed up the process of their merge together. For obvious reasons Oscar doesn’t want the merge to happen anytime soon, but current circumstances have forced his hand at the end of the episode to use magic against Salem to buy enough time for the group to escape. Now with the amount of magic he has just used in this small amount time, I am willing to bet that there will be serious changes happening to Oscar in the next couple of episodes. Will his hair now turn grey like Ozpin’s? Will Ozpin be taking control of Oscar’s body while Oscar’s soul lays dorment due to the strain the merge is taking on him? One more thing we will just have to wait and see...

While I’m on the subject of Oscar and Ozpin’s merging I may as well express my thoughts on how I think the merge will eventually play out...... I don’t think it’s gonna happen. This volume has put a strong emphasis on the merge possibly happening really soon and it is making it out that we will eventually lose Oscar. But.....for some reason I feel as though CRWBY are hyping it up to the point that when it does happen......it won’t go the way we all expected it will go. Personally I think that once Oscar and Ozpin are nearly completely merged and use magic again to help the heroes (self-sacrifice moment), Salem will interfere and somehow tear Ozpin’s soul out of Oscar’s body before the merge is complete. Reason why i say this is because of Salem’s little comment to Ozpin before Yang interupts her......”Why do you keep coming back?” You can easily tell that Salem is frustrated that her former lover keeps returning to foil her plans time and time again and after so many years she finally has her former lover in her clutches. If Ozpin successfully merges with Oscar and dies in his new body, his curse will again lead his soul to a new host somewhere out in the world of remnant and Salem would lose him again. But if she were to find a way to take his soul out before the merge is complete.....then that could lead to dire ramifications for both Oscar and Ozpin down the road.....

-(Emerald and Hazel) Alright who did not see this coming 🤨? Out of the characters on the villain side to have had the most reason to defect from Salem were these two.

Understandably Emeralds reasoning for wanting to leave the Salem’s side was because she was afraid. Most of Emeralds life it was all about survival and she knew that if she stayed with Salem any longer that she would eventually die. After hearing Ozpin’s revelation of what Salem truly plans to do, she understands that if has any chance to live out the rest of her life, she must run away from Salem for good. Now it’s also important to note that this does not mean she will be joining the heroes side because of this decision. Even if she leaves Salem’s side one thing that she will not abandon is Cinder. There’s no doubt that Emerald will reunite with Cinder in the coming episodes but once Cinder realizes what Emerald has done.....will she let it pass? Or will she punish Emerald for her betrayal?

Ah Hazel......the MVP of the episode!!! 😄 I’m gonna be honest I was kind of expecting Hazel’s betrayal to happen a little bit later, possibly next volume, but I am ok with how it was handled now. Also the animation team did top notch work on portraying how powerful Hazel really is with his fight against Salem’s immortality and magic!! 😆😆😆 I do not know if Hazel will survive after what happened at the end of this episode, but if he does end up dying then this was a great way to show the end of his character. Though if he ends up alive in the end I am kind of hoping he’ll become someone that Oscar would turn to turn to in the future for council and support, if he ends up needing it. Only reason why I say that is because I find his and Oscar’s relationship to be interesting and would like to see it more explored in the future as the story moves forward....

-(The Witch Can Fight!!!) YES!!!!! I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT TO HAPPEN SINCE SHE WAS REVEALED AND I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED!!! Again Great Job to the animation team with this fight because they just showed us how brutal they can make fights with Salem in the future and I just can’t wait to see what they have in store for us when she fights again!!! 😆😆😆

-(Kids on the battlefield) Ok I more or less got this one sort of right on my speculation post about Winter and the Ace-Ops. There is definitely some tension starting to form within Marrow on the morality of the side he is on within this battle, so hopefully we will eventually see if he will turn and help the heroes against Ironwood. Winter on the other hand still needs some motivation so let’s hope something will happen soon to make her realize that she must stand against Ironwood within the next couple of episodes. Also I was wondering when the hell we were gonna see Team FNKI again.....and now I am convinced that they will become casualties of war.....R.I.P Team FNKI

-(Her Again....) Ok.....it’s clear now CRWBY are setting up a tragedy to occur in the future when they will eventually will tell what really happened to Summer Rose. Evidence so far tells us that it is a possibility that she, and other silver eyed warriors, may have become “experiments” that Salem has under her control.....just like she did with The Hound. Now if this is the direction that CRWBY wants to take concerning the mystery surrounding Summer Rose then I am all for it. BUT!!! I will say that I feel that CRWBY are setting us up again, much like I said about how I think about what will happen to Oscar and Ozpin’s merge, for a different twist to be revealed about what happened to Summer Rose. I guess we will eventually see.....

Alright that’s about all I can cover about for this great episode so.......Until next time......BUH-BYE!!! XD

Side note: Sorry this took so long to post 😓 I’m currently dealing with the winter storm hitting us in Texas and it’s been a hassle 😥.....

#rwby #rwby volume 8 #rwby volume 8 spoilers #yang xiao long #jaune arc #lie ren #rwby salem #oscar pine #hazel rainart #emerald sustrai #winter schnee #ace ops

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STUCK; h.hj || Jurassic Park AU

PART ONE : A NEW ADVENTURE Includes: Adventure, Angst, Fluff, Science Mumbo-Jumbo, DINOSAURS, lots of references to the original movies (Obviously changed situations), Death, a sprinkle of scary stuff, maybe some smut (I mean, I am a smut blog after all) really slow burn romance. Chapter: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10)

word count: 1,500

The sound of the wind and the dust whipping away from the earth below is the only thing occupying your mind as you gently brushed the loose sand and dirt from the surface. You were completely concentrated, your hand moving in calculated movements, you could possibly have this skeleton dug up by the end of the week, if the weather was on your side. These thoughts subsided as loud footsteps found their way into your mind. ’Y/N Y/L/N, Hwang Hyunjin, what an honor’ the obnoxious voice started, You rolled your eyes, hearing a scoff from Hyunjin. ‘We have a proposition for you’

‘Hand me that brush over there’ you reply, completely uninterested,

‘which one? The big fluffy one or the round one?’ the man asked,

‘the one I’m pointing at’ you insisted, pointing at the left of the little red toolbox.

Hyunjin watches on in amusement as you pay no attention to the man interrupting the dig, looking up from his spot at the tail of the new raptor skeleton you had both found.

‘there’s two there- which?’ he points to the right side, completely frazzled by your attitude.

‘this one’

You smile at your apprentice, Jeongin who passes you the angled brush from the other side of the tool box, chuckling softly at the look on the mans face.

It had been an hour, and the business man hadn’t taken the hint; you weren’t interested in leaving the dig-site. Seungmin and Minho look up from the other dig-site,

‘Jeongin,’ you begin, your tone of voice making him realize instantly where this is going, playing along like a finely tuned instrument. ‘Yes, y/n?’

‘do you think this lovely man understands that we aren’t interested yet?’

The silence in the air is thick as everyone turns to the speechless business man, his face turning red slowly as he fumbled on his words.

A slow clap caused everyone to break from their staring, a man dressed in all white emerging from behind the now dejected looking business man. ‘I expected as much, from the worlds best duo’ the man said, the grayish beard on his chin moving slightly any time he enunciated a word. ‘Actually, we are a team. A team of five.’ You grumbled, picking up your brush before going to start working again, ‘yes, yes, okay, team of five. What I am trying to say here, is your team is the best of the best when it comes to dinosaurs, and I, have a new dig-site opportunity for you.’ ‘With all due respect, we already have a dig-site’ Hyunjin steps in, referencing to the fossil in the hardened surface. ‘yes, but you dont have this one.’ the man seemed excited, but the glint in his eye, you weren't sure if it was of pure nature, or of a deeper greed. you rolled your eyes again, ready to just tell Hyunjin to keep working with you and ignore them, before the man said something that caught your attention. ‘A small island off of the coast of Costa-Rica, your whole team- all expense paid trip, and a whole bunch of new dinosaurs to discover.’ You froze in place, you were not expecting that at all. Usually the offers you got were smaller, less funded trips, that required more effort from you, for more profit for others, eventually Hyunjin and yourself decided to work on your own, with your own team, doing your work when and how you wanted it. You looked over at your team. Seungmin and Minho’s eyes were wide, their interest sparked at the mention of new dinosaurs, their dreams of discovery seeming closer than ever. Jeongin was trying not to smile too hard, whilst being shocked, and he was failing, the young boy’s love for dinosaurs clearer than day. Hyunjin was looking straight back at you, catching you slightly off guard, he always paid attention to your needs first. Always. You sighed, looking at the dig-site. ‘we already have this dig-site, that we worked hard to obtain, I dont think we can do this at the moment..’ you trail off, thinking about the possibility of new dinosaurs, the appealing offer both a sudden surprise, but seeming too good to be true. But no, you and your team invested in this dig-site, putting most of the money into this place because of the existence of raptors, something both yourself and Hyunjin were fascinated in, due to their immense ability to learn and communicate. ‘That’s no problem. We really want you on this island. What if we sponsored your dig-site here for the next five years?, just as an add on to the new dinosaurs.’ You turned back around, eyes wide in shock, five years? this man was bonkers. ‘can, can we discuss this quickly?’ you said, before dragging Hyunjin with you to the other boys, all huddling around and debating. ‘Hes absolutely nuts!’ ‘That’s what I thought!’ ‘But five years is a long time, we could finish up on this whole ridge..’ ‘You’re right, but how long will we be on the island for?’ ‘We will have to ask him.’ ‘It could be a risk..’ ‘Is it one we are willing to take?’ After you asked this, you looked into all of their eyes, looking around the circle, from Seungmin to Minho, then Jeongin, then Hyunjin, all of them were the same, eyes sparkling with interest. ‘I think it is’ Hyunjin responded, looking down at your lips before back at your eyes, making you blush internally, looking away quickly and smiling at Jeongin. ‘This could be a great experience for you, maybe we can find evidence of family travel and survival?’ you nudged him, making him giggle, everyone else smiling as they looked up, all equally excited. You turned back toward the man in white, his cane knocking against the floor every now and then, he was patient, maybe he was the real deal. ‘alright.’ you start, turning back to your team. ‘Lets do it.’ Jeongin jumped in the air and fist-bumped Hyunjin, before moving closer to you, whining as you ruffled his hair, loving how cute he was always. Your team was really like a little family. As you all walked back over to the man, and scared-looking business man, he smiled at you all, smiles upon your faces also as you all imagined the new possibilities. You wiped your dust and clay stained hands onto your pants, your mind racing with possibilities as you thought of the future, of your dig-site, and of the islands off of Costa-Rica. Hyunjin spoke up first, moving from beside you, to near the man. ‘May I ask your name, if we are going to be working with you?’ Hyunjin asked, his hand reaching out to shake the older mans own. “Hammond. John Hammond.’ -------- It was the day of travel, the original dig-site was covered up and protected, courtesy of Hammond himself, as he directed your team to his private jet, explaining the details of a new park that he wanted to create. The way he talked about this park, seemed like a dream come true, a perfect place for people to come and see dinosaurs, their fossilized forms on display, a whole island dedicated to the purpose of showcasing the dinosaurs found. Jeongin was bouncing in his seat as the plane took off, all of you chuckling at his eagerness to explore once you landed. Seungmin and Minho fell asleep, and you had snagged a spot beside your partner in crime, Hyunjin. Hyunjin was attractive, you couldn't deny that. However he was off-limits, he was your long-time work mate, and best friend for that matter. He wasn't just attractive visually, but personality wise, you were sure there’s nobody kinder than Hyunjin himself. After meeting in University, the two of you quickly paired up for any team assignment, earning maximum marks, and slowly earning the title of the golden pair, and although you call yourself a scientist, Hyunjin, refers to himself as the ‘Dino Master’, something you would never call him in a million years. ‘We are about to fly over the island, everyone’ Hammond’s voice was loud, but he seemed almost worried, as everyone turned to their respective window, Hyunjin having to lean over you to look out, which made you nearly suffocate at the close proximity. You turned to the mirror, seeing the luscious green vegetation, before there was a clearing. You saw some small dots of animals, before they got larger, until you saw- ‘oh my god..’ You were speechless, genuinely speechless. ‘when- when you said there’d be new dinosaurs..’ You stuttered, face pale as you turned to an equally shocked Hyunjin. ‘I wasn’t expecting for them to be alive!’ ---- I hope you enjoyed chapter one-!!! Its finally here!!!! IM SO EXCITED TO CONTINUE WITH THIS-! As promised! Here is your Dino fact! The first dinosaur to be named was Megalosaurus! It was named in 1824, and basically just means ‘great lizard’! (megalo = great, saurus = lizard).

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