endless flailing

“I’d always hoped that when I finally said ‘I love you’ to a girl, she’d say ‘I know’ back, like Leia did to Han in Return of the Jedi.”

- Simon Lewis, City of Bones

“It doesn’t matter if I get my memories back or not,” Simon said. “It doesn’t matter if another demon gives me amnesia tomorrow. I know you: You’ll come find me again, you’ll rescue me no matter what happens. You’ll come for me, and I’ll discover you all over again. I love you. I love you without the memories. I love you right now.” […]

Isabelle said in a calm voice: “I know.”

- Born to Endless Night

Final version of the first 700 words of Not the Best Solution (Chapter 2) finished, which I have lovingly renamed Not the Best Solution Chapter 2 – final version, not fucking writing this again. Now just the other 5000 words left to go. Why do I do this to myself.

At first Shiro wasn’t sure what woke him. It could have been the pounding headache, or the irritation crawling across his skin, or even how ridiculously horny he felt, but somehow, he knew they weren’t the reason.

He shifted in the sheets, to the left, to the right, arm up by his head, arm down, arm shoved out. Nothing felt comfortable. After what felt like endless frustration and flailing he lay splayed out like a starfish, staring at the ceiling, sheets thrust off against the wall. His restless irritation was becoming unbearable. The more his skin crawled the harder his groin ached. He needed to punch something, or grab something and slam it against a wall, rip its clothes off, shove himself inside it, and pound it until they were gasping and begging for more. Having them screaming ‘alpha’ as they writhed against him, trapped -caught- against the wall. Yes. That would be a pretty sight.

Shiro’s hand trailed down to his dick with the image poised in his mind. As his hand wrapped around the base of his cock he took a deep breath, and -oh- that’s why he’d woken up. Omegas.

The scent of smoke and crisp sea air filled his lungs, stronger than he could ever remember. His dick twitch in his hand, and he had the sudden urge to jerk himself off to that smell, but no, he couldn’t. Lance and Keith were close, the sour hints, and rising intensity of their scents told him that they were getting closer, and increasingly more irritated, which meant they were likely coming to see him together, and he did not want to deal with them walking in on him jerking off.

So Shiro shoved his aching erection back into his pants and sat up, waiting. The restless crawling of his skin was still there, but now, with something to concentrate on, it wasn’t so overpowering.

He could almost hear them. Snippets reaching his ears without needing to strain to hear.

“…following…” That was Lance. His voice, even pitched high with annoyance, was surprisingly pleasant to listen to.

“…not……………shut up…” Keith, even more familiar than Lance. The sounds spread a warmth through his chest, but at the same time a shiver of that irritated feeling ran through him. If it hadn’t been so unexpected he might have been at his door, slamming it open to go find Keith. Instead he shifted restlessly on the bed, urges he didn’t want to name building up inside him.

“…this is your fault………horny ass…” They were fighting, Shiro wasn’t sure he could deal with that, not now when every urge in his body wanted him to- to do something.

“It wasn’t like that!” Keith’s sharp annoyed voice grated on him, and he clenched his teeth, holding back the growl that was building in his chest.

“I was there, I saw exactly what it was like.” Their voices were right outside his door now. He gripped the sheets, holding himself back from running to it. He had control, he could at least wait until they knocked.

“Just shut up and knock.”

“You knock.”

‘Either of you knock,’ Shiro’s mind growled.

“This is your fault, you do it.” Any other day Shiro might have waited, but today he was boiling, irritated, and sick of the Omegas fighting. So, he stalked across the room, practically slamming his hand against the control panel as he reached it.

The door slid open for him, its slow, usual pace exceedingly irritating. That, mixed with the sudden onslaught on annoyed Omega had Shiro letting out the growl he had been trying desperately to suppress. The deep sound reverberated pleasantly in his chest, and got the attention of his uninvited guests.

The two Omegas in front of him jumped, startled and the sudden sound and movement.

Lance let out an audible squeak whilst Keith stared at Shiro wide-eyed.

“Shiro, I-we,” Keith began before his eyes dropped down to Shiro’s bare chest, and then quickly shot back up. A blush crept up his neck to his cheeks. For a fleeting moment Shiro admired it, before his thoughts went back to Keith, and Lance’s, behaviour.

Shiro stepped back, “get inside.”


I can’t believe the blood colors used on them got ruined.

As promised, the fantroll requests I’ve taken! in order, from @robot-bomber-bunnie, @sparkledragons, @thespritelady and a pal of hers, @j4ck-of-4ll-f4ndoms and @kalkallico! I’m sorry about the huge amount of variation between these, I did them on different days and in different moods.

If anybody would like to request something like this, I still accept some!