#implied shenanigans

[studiorat]

Shade of My Enemy, vol 2, Fever, page 89

In which light shines through the cracked places…

Ah this page was such a pleasure to render, I hope you all enjoy it also. I really did try to channel the emotion of the moment into the lines, as this is a pivotal moment for them. Even as he yields to desire Gan is holding back his True Feelings, trying desperately to redirect into older Patterns to guard his heart, and of course Zelda has no other context to understand his sardonic tone… ugh they are such disasters, I adore them.

Thursday posting has resumed at long last. Volume 3 is clipping along in production rather more slowly than it used to, but it is going at all, which is a small victory in itself. Note that the story will always be free to read online, whether a new page on Patreon or backlog here on tumblr, and the collected pages in order and by volume are available to all members (even free level) on Patreon.

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[nalufever]

May Nalus - 03

A collection of 5 sentence drabbles for the May event @fortheloveofnaluevents

Lucy tiptoed into their bedroom and caught Natsu posing - in silk boxers and slapped him on his butt. She giggled and smirked, saying, "Well, aren’t you the cutest thing!"

Natsu flinched and jumped like he'd been shot, grumbling, "You're not supposed to be home yet!"

"Should I go?" Lucy began to disrobe; her voice sultry, "Let's start celebrating our anniversary, now."

[danceswithseatbelts]

A Four Alarm Circus

Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: Snowells, Caitlin Snow x Harrison ‘Harry’ Wells

Rating: teen (implied shenanigans)

Word count: 1045

Harry might have lost some smarts after his use of the thinking cap, but he's still got a gift with words, even if it doesn't come out exactly how he wants. He still sends a powerful message, but how will the team take it?

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"That's not how that works!" Caitlin shuffled through the instruction papers as the self-proclaimed 'expert craftsmen' argued. She huffed and shook her head, watching Joe hold the diagram (upside down). Barry was counting and recounting the parts (why?) and Cisco and Ralph were fighting over the bent piece of metal that came with the kit as the 'tool.' Or rather, bickered over the value of its inclusion. Cisco wanted to toss it and Ralph insisted the oddly shaped metal spanner would prove its worth over and over.

That's the scene Harry walked into. Barry sat on the floor, moving nuts and bolts into rows. Joe squinted at a piece of paper and kept asking the group which way was up (which nobody answered). And Cisco and Ralph were playing tug-of-war with a cheap wrench. Four (supposedly) full grown men attempting to put together a collection of wood and metal tubing into...?

"Is there some reason you're in my room? Making a mess? Invading my privacy?" Harry let the door slam shut behind him - making everyone there swivel to face him.

"Of course there's a reason." Caitlin smiled weakly.

Barry protested, "This is very organized!"

"Invading your privacy? Why would you assume that?" Ralph asked, affront his primary emotion.

"An excellent reason." Joe crumpled and shoved the paper into his coat pocket.

"Ugh. This is like a four-alarm circus." Harry frowned like his own words were foul tasting, looking at the men gathered and then the ripped IKEA packaging. "All clowns, no ringmaster."

Caitlin was the first to break; doubling over and even with her hands clapped over her mouth, the laughter spilling free was contagious. Barry flushed, his mouth open as he stared in shock at an equally befuddled Ralph. It took a few failed attempts, but he sputtered a nonsensical riposte.

Joe smirked, slapping Cisco on the back. "Ole Harry's got their numbers, that's for sure."

Harry lifted a disdainful eyebrow, making a show of counting from one to four, omitting Caitlin. "Oh, I've managed to retain some math - but this level of foolishness should make you embarrassed. Joe, as much as I respect you, you're one of the clowns."

"I knew this would bite us in the ass somehow." Cisco glared at Harry. "A verberod shelving unit does not assemble itself - but now I don't feel like helping." He crossed his arms and grunted his displeasure.

"I don't need to stand here and be insulted." Ralph dusted his hands against each other and made a show of shoving them deep into his pants pockets. "I can be insulted anywhere."

Caitlin patted Joe on the shoulder. "You guys can go, I'll handle Harry."

Harry smirked. "Barry could have put this together all on his own - several times."

"Not allowed, it's a gift from all of us." Ralph explained, "Using Barry's speed would be cheating."

"They're stubborn." Caitlin sighed and dropped the papers she still clutched onto a side table. "Very stubborn. I told them you didn't need more storage, but they wouldn't listen."

"He's agreed to stay on this Earth, so there's every need." Cisco shrugged and gave Caitlin an 'are you crazy' look, both Barry and Ralph echoing.

Joe watched Caitlin edge closer to Harry and smile softly at Cisco's words. He gave Barry his hand and hauled him upright. "We should go, I'm sure Caitlin and Harry could use some privacy."

"What makes you think that?"

"Seriously? What kind of detective were you, Ralph?" Joe shook his head. "C'mon, Cecile would love company for dinner."

"I never turn down a free meal."

"Ralph, you wouldn't even turn down a free beating." Joe chuckled to soften the sting. "We're not needed here." Joe herded the other three men out of Harry's private quarters at a quick march, promising to explain his suspicions later.

"I tried to dissuade them, but…" Caitlin shrugged and smiled ruefully. "They're a force unable to be reasoned with."

"Hmmpphht." Brilliant blue eyes pinned Caitlin with precision. "It was easier to let them than explain, wasn't it?"

"Well, yeah." Caitlin licked her lips and moved closer to Harry, settling one hand overtop his chest. "We agreed to keep this between us for now - there's no reason you can't keep the illusion of using your rooms here."

"An illusion, that's right."

"How often were people busting into your quarters before, anyway? Never, right?"

Smirking, Harry nodded. "I do have a reputation."

"And access to a staggering amount of destructive weapons." Caitlin's giggles lightened her words. "But they really were so happy to hear you were returning to our Earth to stay." She swayed, caught in Harry's personal magnetism field. "Almost as thrilled as myself."

"How thrilled?" Harry's voice deepened one eyebrow lifting. "I need to know for science."

"Now how could I refuse such a sweet request?" Caitlin shivered as Harry drew her closer, his hands a blazing warm presence on her hips and then buttocks.

"The science is very important."

"I don't want to stand in the way of science." Caitlin titled her head back, mesmerized by the glowing passion in Harry's eyes. "That would be foolish, wouldn't it?"

"Foolish and regrettable." Harry came within a whisper of brushing his lips over Caitlin's. "Are we agreed this is for science?" He winked and finally kissed Caitlin, pouring his heart into the effort. Hands roved, stroking, lips teased and tongues tasted. Harry swept Caitlin into his arms and walked to his bed; setting her on the edge. "We're gonna have to repeat this little experiment many times."

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"Ralph," Joe sighed and rubbed his forehead, "--for the last time, Caitlin and Harry don’t need any of your relationship advice."

"My advice is flawless -"

Cisco shuddered, faking dry heaves. "Uh, no. Your advice is foul."

Cecile set the last plate of food on the super-laden table. "Leave them alone and they'll come clean, eventually."

"And you would know this, how?" Joe asked.

Cisco and Ralph stared at Cecile.

"Boys, it always comes down to time. They'll slip and say something or they'll run out of time and get caught red-handed."

Cisco paled, Joe shivered and Ralph looked blankly at his friends. "Huh?"

"Don't worry about it, you'll find out when it's time, so until then don't borrow trouble." Cecile winked at Ralph. "I caution you especially to knock on every closed door."

[classywastelandbread-blog]

A prequel of sorts to this hot mess. 

Chard poked his head over the top of the pots and Ana got a brief peek at his milky inner eyelids as he drowsily inspected the interrupter of his nap. Seeing that it was Ana, he chirped and went back to sleep, making the pots grind and shift as he found a comfortable spot.

“Hello, habibi,” Ana said fondly, tickling the cat’s spotted paws until they were curled up, away from her teasing fingers. Chard grunted. “Where are your fathers, silly?”

Not expecting the napping cat to answer, she turned away from him and began digging around the cupboards for her tea. It was a day for something fancy, she decided, as her fingers found the glass teapot.

It had been a gift from Aimi Shimada, who said that her husband’s personal assistant highly recommended such a tea which needed a specialized teapot to be properly appreciated. Jesse, Hanzo, and Hana, having met this mysterious person, agreed that their taste for tea was very particular.

The assistant, she had been curious to learn, was genderfluid – an intriguing thing given the standard idea of propriety that the Japanese gave off and the general air of disapproval they seemed to give off for homosexuality. More, Hanzo was able to explain and whose story was corroborated by Aimi Shimada’s letter that accompanied the tea, Li Xuan-Feng (Xuan-Feng being their given name, Li their family name, though Aimi had noted that they didn’t use the “proper” accents that would accompany the pinyin version of their names) was Chinese as their name suggested and had been adopted by a British family. They had very particular tastes in tea and ideas of how it should be brewed correctly, something Aimi thought that Ana would appreciate.

She had sent a proper letter – “snail mail”, as Zarya and Fareeha teasingly called it – to Aimi Shimada and Xuan-Feng, thanking them for the tea. It was the start of a sort of pen-pal relationship with the personal assistant, who turned out to be witty, intelligent, and just as particular about tea as had been promised.

The tea, unsurprisingly, was lovely on her tongue and for her eyes and more than once she had been caught staring, transfixed, at the floating petals of the flowers the balls of tea had become.

She was turning with the teapot in her hands to rinse and fill it in the sink when she caught sight of something odd. It was a stain on the chestnut-colored wood of the cabinets. Not unusual given its presence in the kitchen but…

The stain was white.

Ana edged around it toward the sink, rinsing the teapot as she regarded it suspiciously with her one good eye. Under normal circumstances she would have simply brushed it off but given the wild and lurid stories the girls had been telling her lately about Jesse and Hanzo…

And clearly they had been nearby if Chard’s presence was any indication. The cat tended not to stray very far from one or both of them and they in turn didn’t tend to leave him behind in the kitchen after he had decided that eating leftover chili straight from the saucepan – and spilling half of it on the floor to mock Pumpkin who couldn’t move past the doorway of the kitchen – was a good idea.

(Ana had felt bad for the vet that her boys had hysterically called. Turned out that garlic and onion were dangerous to cats and Hanzo had been extremely worried about the spices put into the chili. Being the helicopter parents they were, they had rushed poor Chard to the pet hospital where it was determined that, despite a bout of truly noxious flatulence, he was perfectly fine.)

Putting the glass teapot down in the sink, Ana very hesitantly approached the stain. Under normal circumstances she would be perfectly fine cleaning up but…

It was incriminating. A translucent white stain, like something had splattered against the cabinets and was still in the process of slowly dripping down.

Recent, then. Ana was far from prudish but there was something about the idea of her son…his husband…the kitchen!

From the angle she stood at, she could see that there was another stain on the ground. Twisting her head to get a better look, she eyed the wide droplets on the ground, hidden by the white tile. Another translucent stain.

She was deciding how she felt when the door to the washrooms opened and she heard her boys. Pumpkin, who had clearly been lurking somewhere around the corner, gave a high-pitched whine.

“Aw,” she heard Jesse say. “I hear ya, Pumpkin.”

The dog snorted and grunted in glee, her toes tapping excitedly on the tile. Hanzo entered the kitchen and blinked at Ana.

“Sorry,” he said, blushing a little when he saw what she was looking at. “We didn’t think anyone would come in.”

Ana pursed her lips. “It’s tea time,” she said faintly for lack of anything else to say.

Hanzo nodded absently as he reached for the paper towels and briskly began wiping away the stains. “Sorry,” he said again. “I was trying a new recipe but…your son distracted me.”

“He started it!” Jesse said as he walked into the kitchen. The front of his clothes from navel to groin as well as the inseams of his jeans were disturbingly damp. He pointed an accusing finger at Hanzo, who returned the gesture with the middle finger of the hand not carefully wiping away the stains.

“I did no such thing,” Hanzo said without looking up at his husband. “You dirty snitch.”

Ana swallowed a lump in her throat. How could they be so…blasé about this? Especially Hanzo, who was extremely careful to be clean in the kitchen – especially when Jesse was around. Lord above, she didn’t want to be the one to say it… “What were you making?” she asked Hanzo instead as he threw away the paper towel in his hand and reached for another. She not-so-surreptitiously pushed the Lysol wipes toward him.

Seeing the canister, Hanzo made a face but still took them and pulled a few out. “Coconut-kiwi ice pops,” he explained. “Your son had issues with the coconut cream. I thought I could trust him to open cans, but clearly I can’t”

Jesse groaned, crossing his arms across his chest. With the tell-tale water marks on his flannel and jeans, he looked ridiculous and guilty.

Ignoring them, Ana looked down at the stain. As Hanzo tugged out the sliding trash bin, she caught sight of the handful of cans of coconut cream. Relief nearly made her weak-legged but she was made of sterner stuff. Turning, she began warming up her tea.

Chard snorted, clearly disgusted. The pots rattled and grated as he rolled over.

Jesse and Hanzo ignored him, waiting until they heard the door close behind Ana before bursting into relieved laughter. “Shit,” Jesse said, leaning in for a kiss. It was sloppy, Hanzo still laughing, but he made up for it by tangling his fingers into the loops of Jesse’s jeans and tugging affectionately. “That was close, darlin’.”

“We gotta stop doing this,” Hanzo told his husband though he didn’t seem as chiding or as repentant as it seemed he should have.

Humming, Jesse tucked himself up close to his husband and pressed a sticky kiss to Hanzo’s cheek. “We gotta slow it down,” Jesse agreed, only a little jokingly. “They’re catching on.”

Hanzo’s smile was sly as he pressed a damp kiss to Jesse’s neck, palming his ass; Jesse groaned. “There won’t always be cans of coconut cream to save your butt.”

[nalufever]

May Nalus - 11

A collection of 5 sentence drabbles for the May event  @fortheloveofnaluevents

Lucy clutched Natsu's shoulders, offering her neck for kisses, complaining loudly as he nibbled gently. Natsu relished the burn of Lucy's nails now scoring his back. Bodies joined as one; they strained, searching for pleasure, Lucy screaming as her vision whitened and Natsu making his own exclamations.

What had to be a broom thudded underfoot and an indignant voice shouted, "Seriously, it's 3 am!"

Lucy shrugged and winked at Natsu, saying, "We need to move, don't we?"

[nalufever]

May Nalus - 01

A collection of 5 sentence drabbles for the May event @fortheloveofnaluevents

Lucy grinned down at a supine Natsu, her fingers grabbing his wrists as she lowered her face closer and closer, softly cooing, "Whatcha gonna do now, tough guy?"

"Um, nothing?" Natsu licked his lips and watched Lucy's face with hunger. "You've won and to the victor goes the spoils - to whit, me."

"Well, that's new," Lucy said, nodding regally, "I appreciate your surrender, now get ready to be pillaged."

[nalufever]

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Late... but here’s my offering for day 4 of 2019 Snowells week ^^ Pregnancy AU prompt ~ @snowellsweek