#and then a red shard event happens and plummets into them-

[empiireans]

they’re watching the meteor shower

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Hi bb congrats on 3k followers 🥺 you deserve it!! How about a smutty/angst blurb with nat, bucky, and reader being in a relationship and right now it’s going bad because something(idk what could happen it’s up to you) happened leaving bucky and nat at odds with reader trying to figure out how to get them to love each other again

Also you aren’t dumb 😡 it was an honest mistake bub

𝐼𝑁𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐼𝐷𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁

Summary: based on the request

Pairing: BuckyNat x reader

Warnings: 18+, polyamory, angst, arguing, swearing, blame, smut, threesome, oral (male -> female & female -> female), face sitting, fingering, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, p in v sex, cum eating, talking of death

Word Count: 4617

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Caught in the crossfire yet again, a worry condoned your face into a suitable expression; one of agony as you listened to the pair of your beloveds argue in your shared home. Their raised voices made it sound as though you were entrapped in a war zone, the attacks were consistent, and adjacently brutal, as they passed through your ears, succumbing terror to your being as you feared of what was to be of the three of you. The idea of such an ending was expected, all had been good, up until a few weeks back, coming home to one another had been a haven, now for them it were a dragging chore. Once, they had valued one another’s presence, hugging you in the warm embrace of peacefulness, it had been somewhat of a dream. Despite all the words and judgemental thoughts that you were shunned with in public, nothing became a barrier in the triangular relationship that you were involved in. It wasn’t a flaw in the mechanical works of your emotions to break you apart, it was simply normal for you to endure, but this, their constant screeching at one another had not been.

Glass infrastructure; a vase plummeting against the wall made you jump, shocked by the violence that they were presenting in the household. That vase had been a housewarming gift from Steve, whom seemed to be the centre of their problem. Bucky was angry with Natasha for her constant flirting with his best friend, he wasn’t appreciative of how often, even when you were all tucked up in your king sized bed, that she would be on her phone, texting the blonde for hours on end, making the man on one side of you grunt at the woman on your other. Nat scoffed at Bucky’s derelict behaviour, crossing her arms over her chest as she passed judgement onto his destructive action. “That was such a necessary thing for you to do Barnes, if I were you, I’d clean it up before your ratty little cat steps on a shard.” Alpine was seated on your lap, nuzzling his pink nose into your stomach as though he were trying to escape away from the midst of the argument and the brief mention that he was given. Lightly, you stroked comfortingly over his soft white ears, imagining that would mute the sound out from passing through them.

“You are such a bitch Natalia!” He knew that she didn’t like to be called that, a scowl frustratedly pulled at her face, as her emerald eyes pointed a squint in his direction. “Why do you have to be like this, a pathetic whore for attention from any man or woman that gives you the time of day? Steve didn’t ask for you to constantly fondle his arms at Tony’s parties, he tells me everything. Like how you have an inclination to flirt with him and offer to go away with him on a fucking road trip. All these secrets are mounting up, and I am getting sick of it. Why can’t you be more like y/n?” His voice sincerely cracked, making your eyes widen from the mention that stringed you into their serious and painful bickering. That was certainly the wrong thing for him to have said, Nat took a step of disbelief back, frowning at him as he kicked the pieces of broken porcelain about with his foot. Tears began to build up in Natasha’s eyes, making you recoil with Alpine in your arms, and stand, carrying the little fella out of the room as you entered the shared bedroom and slammed the door shut.

To topple the wavering current that was overflowing the house like the events of a tsunami, you swiftly locked the door from the inside, a reassurance that they could not enter and that you’d be left alone, and hopefully in a somewhat surrounding of peace, even if that be for the limit of a few minutes. Bucky huffed, gripping his scruff in the palm of his hand as he shook his head at Natasha, tensing his nostrils as he glared at her. “Now look what you did.” He blamed her, though if he were to comprehend an accurate fault, the dismal accountability of all things that had urged you to leave and trap yourself away with the precious feline was a balance on both of their parts. At his childish and metaphorical finger pointing, Natalia as he had called her, crossed her arms over her chest, taking a few steps back as she were ridiculed by the circumstances that he proposed upon her. “It’s so rich of you to cluster a web as disgraceful as this, Black Widow, it is clear that you were trained in the red room, a habitat for the sinners that deter the prospect of having serum running through their obsolete veins.”

The condemned usage of her heroic title belittled her, though she remained standing strong against one of her lovers, whilst the other, which was informally you, were cloaked away in the dense atmosphere that was once filled with the notion and ambience of intimacy and endearment, but was now stifling under the thumb of hoisted reverence. Natasha knew, and was concerned for your well being, aware that you’d be tearing profusely up at all of which you had witnessed; it was no pretty sight, you had for a long time evened out the ground for her and Bucky, but it seemed that your attempts at validation were no longer enough. They were falling out of love, leaving you in the middle of their poisonous and collapsing feud, of which made you substantially torn between both counterparts. Nat opted for biting her lip, and screwing her fists into balls of restraint, as she whipped her back into Bucky’s sight, and headed towards the master bedroom, rapping her knuckles against the door, halting your movements of running your fingers through Alpine’s snowy locks.

Each time you combed your hand through his soft coat, small strands slid from the outer layer of his shell, coating your leggings in small follicles that promptly stood out. It was a coping mechanism for the ravenous banging that obstructed the other side of the door; it was driving you mad, and admittedly it’d be a lie if you were to say that you weren’t tempted to unlock your barrier of security, but you had to remain strong and stand your ground against their unchivalrous bullshit, that was until they had the means to sort their transgressive mess out on their own. You had no intent on being pulled in by the strings, being controlled and manipulated like a puppet, dangling from the hands of an opposing man and woman whom were supposed to adore one another as much as they did you. Alpine’s staring was getting too much, it was as though he were judging you with his moonstone blue eyes for your ignorance of every singe thing outside of the room. Bucky stepped behind Natasha, his demeanour infuriating her all the same, but she continued to hold her ground steady, adamant to not step down from her position.

“If she doesn’t want to see me, then you’re definitely not going to sway her judgement and conception of opening the door.” Bucky squinted at her, taking offence from her words, without so much of an ounce of concern, pushing her out of the way, and tapping his scarred knuckles against the door, earning a similar lack of response, causing Nat to become smug with his deflation of confidence. Just hearing them bicker was driving you mad; Alpine, though considered to be formally owned by Bucky, one of the lovers whose words were torturing you, was the only source of comfort that you were reviling in. You hugged him to your chest, stroking the side of your face alongside the surface of his coat, as you tried to compel regents of coaxed calmness. They were toxic for one another, as had recently been revealed, but they still strived towards one of their selfish desires; and that was you. No longer did they have a hook line and sinker to reel you in, you were standing your turf as you awaited for their insistent bickering failed to cease.

“Y/n, doll, open the door.” Bucky made his attempt, speaking through the barrier and still not gaining a response from you. It was moulding his voice into a muffle as he tried again, but groaned simultaneously. To say Natasha was not impressed with his failure at getting through to you came as no surprise to her, she couldn’t quite blame you fit not wanting to talk or respond to him; she wasn’t keen on that entailment either. And it was definitely because she was majorly pissed at him, he had gotten so far up his own ass and it was irritating. He was feeling severe pity for himself, and whilst it was sometimes understandable why he was feeling so, it was not fair for him to take thus emotional charge out on Natasha. But the treatment went both ways, she was picking at him on purpose, trying to irritate him to the point where he would feel invalidated, and that she was the target of his cold brashness. You couldn’t quite your finger on why it spurred into such a terrible environment to inhabit in, however to your own dismay, it had, and it now basically mirrored hell with the torture that you endured through your cowering ears.

“Y/n honey, can you please open the door for me?” Natasha’s voice came across as sweet and collected, and could deceive anyone whom didn’t know the problematic endorsement into thinking that there was nothing wrong out in the hallway. But you knew, far too well for your own liking that that the pair of them were struggling to feel an ounce of remorse for one another, let alone love, which left that as a far fetch in their pessimistic eye lines. They loved you, and only you, congregating your three person relationship into nothing more than an accepted love triangle, and they seemed to be temporarily stable with it (if that is how it could be recorded), however, you were anything but pleased with the end result. You had tried to help make things work between the pair, but everything that yo put into action only appeared to drive a deeper wedge in the middle of them, and make a piece off them crack and wasn’t you to themselves, greedily so.

“Yeah, cause she’d sure open it for just you. I’m the golden ticket here, we all know she prefers new, and for good reason. At least every time that she wants to see me, I’m not busy with work or kissing Fury’s ass because I have a constant fear of having my intentions misinterpreted for being pardoned after all the crimes that I have committed. Half thee time you’re not even around, I’m sure she thinks that you go out of your way to avoid her, and even I don’t appreciate that fact. That’s why she clings onto me like I’m her last hope, and the reason as to why she wants us to move closer to the Wilsons; so she’s not as lonely as she currently is. I bought a cat because i knew that she is by herself half the time, what’d you do, install cameras so you can ensure she’s safe? Safe isn’t the word for that if you’re going to make sure that she’s watched in her own home, she waned time away from the compound after everything that we have been through,yet you still make her feel like its following her to eve bleak corner of this home.”

“More like you’re the golden ass here because that’s all you’ve been since Steve decided to give up the shield and pass it to Sam. Anyone’d think that you’re jealous Barnes, and that you want to be Captain America. Spoiler alert; no matter what title that you frame yourself by, or decide who you are that day, you will never carry that shield or don the helmet of true patriarchy, you don’t know how this day and age works. You will never lose the looks from people that you have stolen from, to some of them, the White Wolf is just a pathetic charade, in their eyes, you will always be the Winter Soldier.” Her words were like venom, causing discourse that diverged through the household, splitting the members apart and diminishing their morals. Though you still held onto your own strong, despite their perpendicular quarrels that formed enemy lines against ione anther. You were the white flag, wishing to prohibit a truce for the potential future that you shared together, but they were clearly still deciding on that matter. It was exhausting to endure really, even as you arm constantly waved the blank canvas in their faves as though you ere fine to start all over with each other, and you were if only things could work out; that was your largest concern, minus the fact that you often worried that they may murder one another in their slumber and you’d awaken to bloody sheets and a possessive one partner.

“You want to go there Romanoff? At least I never was prepared to sacrifice my life so that I could save the universe. But you’re back, and that’s one of the many times that you have fucked with my girl’s head. You wonder why she no longer wants to save the world - it’s because you’ve ruined it for her, one second she’s in mourning from your selfish actions, the next she’s relieved that you’re alive. That is one apparent difference between us, I am prepared to give up all this superhero bullshit up, yet you’re not. And it doesn’t just fuck with her, I’m victim to it too, and you’re not even just oblivious to how I feel - you’re ignorant. Please just get a grip Nat, and choose a priority, because this is not fair any more, and I am almost done here.” She analysed him, and you could hear his voice crack through the sternly closed door. Water pooled in his baby blues, but he ensured that no tears escaped, even as he sadly with conflict looked on at her.

“At least I didn’t kill Tony’s parents. Or y/n’s.” It was affirmative that she wanted the attention that was brought to her other commitment to dissipate, but Bucky wouldn’t release it, he was like a dog tugging on a rope. He was relentless as he verbally tore into her, and made her feel conflicted about the life that she wanted. In theory, that was the worst thing that she could have switched the pointed focus to, and you picked Alpine off from your lap, and set him on the bed. With silent footsteps, that you had no doubt that Bucky had picked up on with his enhanced senses, though he remained silent and said nothing of your movement, as he stared Natasha down, tensing his jaw as he ran through his brain of what to say. He was trying not to burst, he absolutely resented being reminded of all the things that he had been coerced into doing by HYDRA, and the fact that you were listening in made the situation that bit more vivid. Of course you knew of the murders that he had made upon your bloodline, however it was rather obvious why it was not brought up often, and yet, Natasha just couldn’t let that one slide. It had taken much time for you to warm back up to Bucky after you had discovered the crime that had taken a toll on your quality of a life as a child, but eventually you had been able to look past the things that he had done as a brain washed assassin and see the real him.

“Are you shitting me?! That’s what you bring up, right now of all times. She’s never gonna open that damned door if you keep running your mouth like you’re a fucking god, privileged to say what you want without consequences. The subject is consequences is why I’m so fucking done with you, one day I’m going to wake up to a call that says you’re dead, and that’ll be on you. And then it’ll be left to me to break the news to y/n. Stop acting like being an avenger is your only purpose, and if it is, I’d leave, that level of premature emotions in a relationship when you have a preference of being somewhere else with us is thoroughly not needed. You think I’m being a dick, sure, whatever, but at least I’m not lying to you or y/n, or my godforsaken self for that matter.” His hands made destructive gestures as he spoke, it was overall emphasis on how she was frustrating him - in other terms she had turned him into a time bomb, and he had blown. He had congregated into a mass of flame and debris, of which he was depositing within the walls, his clear anger throwing Natasha off and causing her breath to hitch as she took a step back, and braced her fingers against the wall, gulping as she became unsure of what else to say as a retort.

Your head felt like it was about to split in two, the existing lanes were overlapping; you pressed your ear to the door to confirm that strangely, for once in a long time, there was evaluated silence on the other side. For just a second you turned back, and watched as Alpine climbed onto the window sill, choosing to slip beneath the blinds so that he’d get a better view of the traffic outside. Taking a breath, you put your hand upon the doorknob, feeling the cold metal hiss against your warm skin, curling your palm around it until your slid your other hand to the lock, and pushed the fine bolt to the side, deciding to give into your own hopeful whim and open the door. The sight you were met with were the pair of them staring at one another, it almost resonated as a glare, but something else was dictating behind their adamant eyes. To soothe the commitment that they had made, of not being together but standing their in uptight silence, you walked to stand right between them so that you could snap and break their eye line. And it worked, bringing a light furrow to Bucky’s brow, and apologies of words to catch in Natasha’s throat.

“Is it over now?” It wasn’t your intent to make your voice sound as meek as it had come across, but it had, and it made Natasha feel figuratively worse about the entire ordeal. She was worried that you would call her out on the calamity that she was facing, though you did not; there was no point beginning another argument, more so when everything was now out in the open, and nothing was secluded from speech. Nat smiled at you, and raised her hand, stroking your cheek as Bucky watched with tender eyes, finally calming down. She nodded to answer your enquiry, enforcing you to sigh in utmost relief. Natasha pulled you closer, and pressed her lips against your own, as to silence the possible next words that could leave your mouth. You melted into her calm course of collision that you had moulded into, humming contently into the cavern of her wordless canal, a hand trailed over your back, it was firm and you could feel each nimble detail of vibranium that was etched into the rare metal through the material of your shirt. "Can we go to bed?" A substitutional pout made its way onto your lips as Bucky pulled you to the side, swiftly.

But instead of walking away like you feared he would, he cupped the redhead's face, and slunk his lips atop of hers, arising a wide smile upon your cheeks, finally seeing them finding solace in each other’s company. Nat pushed Bucky back to you after a minute as she backwards dragged you into the room, the super soldier picking you up as he carried you through the walls and threw you on the bed. Your body bounced for a moment, until it settled atop of the sheets, and Nat crawled towards the head of the bed, looking down at your face with her emerald eyes, engorging in the sight of your blown pupils that were directed towards her. Her hands cupped the roundness of your cheeks, descending her face lower as she purchased her lips upon your own, humming into the coven of your mouth as you reached up, tangling your hands within her red hair that she had cut above the shoulder again.

Your hips jolted on their own instinct as Bucky tore your leggings along with your panties off from your body, the cold air attacking and biting at your legs and beyond as you tried to get used to the drop in temperature below. Nat’s hands descended from your face and began to grope at your tits, leaving you in a blissful wonder, as Bucky’s warm breath hit the insides of your thighs, the contrast of his hands stroking up your legs being one of extraordinary anticipation. You weren’t sure how you hadn’t already straddled his face and set the pace yourself, though you allowed him to continue as you made out with Nat.

To provoke him into doing something more, you waggled your hips in his face, only to earn a vibranium grip on either side, holding you down and restricting you from teasing him. “I’m sorry doll.” He spoke, feeling terrible that you had heard him taunt and pry at your other third with such spite. “We’re sorry baby girl, to each other and you.” Natasha removed her lips from your own as she ogled down at you, her feline like eyes causing you to hitch your breath in your chest. She was so beautiful, each part of her was absolutely stunning, little did you know though that she was thinking the exact same about you.

“Quit teasing her Buck, give our girl what she wants.” She commanded him, and delightfully he had no hesitancy nor quarrel against her words. He ushered his face closer to your crevice of instance, nestling it towards the natural heat that radiated from your pussy, brushing the tip of his nose against your clit as his tongue darted out from the oyster of his mouth, travelling up your slit as he confided his lips around your pearl, heavily suckling upon it as yo cause your back to lurch upwards and your hands coil in the sheets below you. Nat ran her thumb over your mouth, sinking it into your mouth as you suckled upon it, your lids fluttering shut from the combination of sensations that collided through your body.

“Taste so fucking good doll, you’re addictive.” Bucky’s lips brushed against your cunt, as he raised his vibranium fingers towards your entrance, sinking one solidified length into you, as your walls clamped down on the metal. Moans ripples out from your throat as he added another one and lowered his head once more, sucking on either side of your labia, his searing blue eyes gazing into your own that were heavily lidded and struggling to remain open in the long run. “So tight, can’t wait to get my cock in here and stretch it all open so that I can go again and again.”

“Why wait?” Nat asked, aiding you in sitting up as she pulled your shirt up over your head, and then began to undress herself also. “You could just fuck her now, get your pretty prick into her puffy little pussy until she creams all over you. Just thinking about that is getting me wet, do you want to eat me out baby girl?” She enquired as she licked her lips, tugging the last garment that was on her body down that were her panties. A breath staggered out from your throat as Bucky pulled away, pressing one last kiss onto your slit as he began to remove each article of clothing that covered his flawless body.

“Yes please Natty.” As soon as those words beckoned out of your mouth, the redhead held her hands onto the bed frame, and moved to sit on your face. You were enamoured to see the sight of her cunt above you, it made you salivate from the way her flower was splayed as her clit poked out, undoubtedly aroused as she descended it down onto your face, and quickly you began to eat her out, sliding your tongue up and down her cunt, until you reached her entrance and fucked get with your wet muscle. Though your pace faltered as you felt Bucky’s tip prying at your own entrance, sinking in and making you moan against Nat’s wet cunt.

“Shit you’re so fantastic with that mouth of yours, imma ride your face for a moment baby, and I know that you can handle that.” Natasha spoke, raising up and down in the air so that your tongue was penetrating her more and less as she controlled the pace. Once Bucky had settled inside of your walls, his hands clasped onto your hips as to use them as leverage to fuck deeper into you with discretion, making the bed shake as the triad of you went at it like touch deprived animals. “I’ll forgive Bucky for anything if this is what I get.” His hand slapped her ass at that, causing her to press further down onto your face, and you to moan at the flavour of her landing on your tongue.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum all over your sexy face.” The pitch of her voice got higher as you doubled your efforts, grasping onto her ass cheeks to hold her against your face as your tongue traced every inch of her insides, her wetness spreading along your cheeks and splashing around your lips. Your own sounds vibrates against her mound as Bucky fucked into you, grunts coming from behind Nat’s overlooking silhouette, his flesh hand trailing down and pinching at your clit as Natasha orgasmed upon your face. You tried to clean up the mess that she made but she got too sensitive and crawled off from your face, laying down beside you as she watched your other lover fuck into you.

Her lips pressed kisses over your neck as Bucky couldn’t help but ram his length further into you, causing you to orgasm as he pulled out and stroked at his cock, finishing on the bottom of your belly as he held his head back in continuum relief. “Holy fuck.” He breathed, crawling into the bed beside you as Nat took up hearth on your other side, resting his head into the cushion as he caught his breath. Nat’s fingers ran through the cum on your stomach, collecting it on the pads as he raised it to your lips, smirking as you bobbed your head hungrily on your fingers despite your dazed senses.

“We sure do all make a good team.” Nat admitted, turning your face to hers to press a kiss against your lips, delving her tongue into your mouth as she pulled away and rested her head against your breasts. “And I love you.” Bucky repeated the words, leaving you to be the only one to say it back, and you didn’t hesitate to do so.

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A Grand Fucking Gesture - Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: Frankie leaves for Brazil without you knowing. This causes some major damages within the relationships that have all his insecurities out in the open.

Warnings: violence, death, cursing, angst

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A/n: Little angst piece as a 200 follower celebration! Thank you all so much! There’s potential for a part two, so let me know if you’d like to see something of the sorts!

Brazil was a mistake. Everything about that whole damn operation was wrong and he fucking knew it. He felt it in his bones the night Santiago told him, but it was so much money. Money that you both needed so desperately. It just wasn’t fair, he’d served his country for years, only to be stuck with heaps of debt and a crippling mortgage. You weren’t doing great either, your small business failing to a point where you’d filed for bankruptcy, taking a job at the local corner store. He thought he was doing you both a favour, three days away from home only to come back a millionaire.

He’d mentioned it the night he met up with the others, the night ended with slamming doors and muffled sobs. You asked, no begged him not to do it, not ready to lose him, or anything else for that matter. He’d just gotten sober and all your last money had gone into his rehab program. Frankie kept trying to reason with you, insisting it would be a one-time-thing, harmless in fact and that he’d come back a wealthy and changed man. You stood your ground, forbidding him from going, which only resulted in a screaming match. Francisco Morales deemed you an ungrateful, selfish wench, and having heard that, you didn’t think you needed to hear anything else. You stormed off into the bedroom, crying into your pillow, staining the soft sheets with your tears.

Hearing your hushed sobbing, he didn’t have the heart to come in. He wanted to give you the world, but without all that money, he didn’t think he could. Francisco Morales wasn’t exactly aware of his worth in the world, he wasn’t aware of the true blessing in disguise he’d been to you. That first kiss saved your soul and everyone after that brought you closer to that special place. Even through all the difficult times, his coke addiction, the financial troubles, you were smitten for one another. You rarely ever fought, so tonight was excruciatingly awkward and painful, especially because he’d already said yes to Pope. The past three years by your side had completely transformed him, you’d singlehandedly saved him from himself, convincing him to seek help. He’d been clean for a little over two years, all your savings invested into his health and he desperately wanted to pay you back, no matter the actual cost.

And cost him it did. His phone blowing up as he boarded the airplane, inbox full of your messages, calls and voicemails. The urge to just turn around and run back home into your arms was there, but he had to follow through. He had to do this, for you. By the time he landed, the notifications stilled, you’d given up. He didn’t know whether to be relieved or even more worried.

Back at home you were pacing, he’d promised you he wouldn’t go. But when you woke up to an empty house, note on the counter, you knew what time it was. You would’ve woken up, you knew this, but somehow you slept through all of it. It was then you found the sleeping pills underneath the sink, some residue powdered fingerprints staining the sleek metal of the fridge. Did he really drug you? Just to go on that damn “mission”? You were fuming at that point, frantically trying to get a hold of him or any of the guys for that matter. Benny, your brother, was the first to answer, expressing his sympathy for you upon hearing what happened, because apparently Frankie had lied to them as well, promising you were fine with all of it.

That first night in his hotel room, he dubbed back and forth, not sure on what to do. He could call you back and listen to what you had to say, or he could leave it at that and wait until he’d be home in three days. Surely you could wait three days, right? He texted a quick “I love you” before turning the phone off again.

The text felt like a slap to the face to you and kept you up at night. You wanted to be angry at him, truly, but all you could feel was deep-rooted worry and concern. You knew him longer than you’d dated him, having met at a family event. Both of your brothers had boasted about their friends for years and when you met them you weren’t disappointed. Though they never meant for you to end up in his sleeping bag, fully naked on top of him, during their annual camping trip. It took some getting used to, but the Miller boys were fully supportive, often taking credit for the relationship as a whole. Benny was a successful MMA-fighter at that point, well-off and enjoying the thrill of the fight. Will was a spokesperson for the military, mustering up young Americans with profound – bullshit – speeches on the side.

Frankie and you hit it off from the very first moment, and if you hadn’t been in a long-term relationship, you might’ve considered the compliments and constant small touches for what they truly word: a shitty attempt at flirting. You still remember the look of horror on his face as your boyfriend picked you up, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. It wasn’t until you showed up at this place one night, years later, with mascara running down your cheeks, telling him you loved him and shortly after that you started dating.

As Frankie snuck through the drug lord’s house he could only think of you. The way you’d smile at him when he walked through that door, always finding some reason to be happy. He wanted to marry you, have babies, the whole shebang. He wanted a life with you, a financially secure life, where you wouldn’t have to worry about a bill ever again. So when he stood there, loading up duffel bags with cash, he could picture it all, a huge wedding with a sinfully lavish dress, a nice house, with too many bedrooms to count.

When he pulled that trigger the first time, watching the life fade from his victim’s eyes, he sighed. It didn’t need to be this way, but they’d gotten greedy, Tom in particular, picking fights where he could, making the tension rise even higher. It was when he ran up the stairs, ready to go tell the others to get their asses in that damn truck that he spotted Will, splayed out on the ground. He’d been shot, Lorea, the narco dead on the ground, it could’ve been any of them.

The next few days proved even worse, his heart breaking as the helicopter failed to surpass the mountain peaks, crash-landing into some field. He ignored the ache in his bones, determined to get home to you somehow. He bit his tongue, just about ready to jump at some of the other men’s throats, incredibly upset with Pope and himself, for agreeing to this. He could’ve been at home on the couch or in bed, you snuggled up to him, telling him about some trivial thing at work. The reality was much darker, here in the middle of nowhere, where Tom just gunned down a sixth of a village.

Meanwhile back in the states, you were an inconsolable mess, driving up to Molly’s, in hopes that she might know something more. She didn’t seem too interested or bothered, muttering something about them being smart and resourceful. You went back home empty-handed, feeling even more defeated and hopeless than before. Your boyfriend was supposed to be home yesterday and there had been no call, no message, nothing. Those damn walls, littered with pictures of what felt like a past life, were closing in on you fast. With every night you were alone in that bed, it got a little harder, the smell lingering in the sheets making you weep. Losing Frankie was your biggest fear, but at this point you didn’t even know if you wanted him to come back anymore, afraid of what would happen if he did.

When the ground crumbled beneath Frankie’s feet, he thought he was done for, but he quickly let go of the mule, watching it plummet to its death. His heart was beating in his ears at that point, breathing unhinged as he grasped the rock behind him. After catching his breath he walked to the front, stopping to chastise the two men in the middle from bickering any more.

The next day was rough. The sight of Benny cradling Tom’s lifeless corpse not leaving his mind. He would’ve cried if he wasn’t running on pure adrenaline. He just wanted to crawl in your arms and never leave again, he needed you so desperately now, more than ever before.

At the end of the weak, halfway through another bottle of wine, you got a call from an unknown number. You didn’t answer, not wanting to be disturbed as your drowned it all out. But when the landline started ringing, you got up, angrily yelling something about not being interested in any kind of membership.

“Baby – it’s me.”

The phone hit the ground at the same time your wine glass did, shards flying everywhere. You clutched a hand over your mouth, blood pumping as if you were in a horror movie.

He was alive.

“Hermosa, please talk to me.. I-I need to talk to you.”

You left the phone on the floor, slippers crunching as you walked across the broken glass. You couldn’t take it anymore and threw as much as you could into a suitcase, taking all your work uniforms with you. Benny’s place was a half hour drive away and he’d given you a set of spare keys years ago. That’s where you were headed, hoping to get some peace of mind. When the door opened at five am, you were sat on the couch, staring straight ahead of you. Benny jumped at the sight of you, softening up in an instant when he saw the red- and rawness surrounding your eyes.

He rushed to your side, sliding down onto his knees in front of you, cradling your face in his hands. As a military man, there wasn’t much that fazed him anymore, but his baby sister crying on his couch in the morning, that was something new. Frankie’s return home was equally unsettling, instead of his girlfriend smiling at him as he walked through the door, he was met with a pool of dark red wine and what looked like a murder scene.

He ran up the stairs, scared of whatever he might find there. When he did a full lap of the house and found no signs of you, he called Will, the oldest brother. But even that proved unfruitful and now he was worried as well. Frankie felt his chest tightening, breathing laboured as he checked for you once more. It was then, in his frantic panic that he noticed the missing suitcase and then the missing clothes. You left.

Benny got off the phone with Will, returning to your side once more, setting down two hot chocolates on the coffee table. You hadn’t said a single word and just let him ramble on, bursting out in silent sobbing as he explained what had happened to Tom. Despite being exhausted you couldn’t bring yourself to close your eyes, eventually just opening up to your brother. He shook his head in disapproval, reaching for the phone to give Frankie a piece of his mind when you stopped him.

“Benny, I don’t want him to know I’m here. I need some days to think.”

He understood and just offered you the spare bedroom, urging you to at least get some sleep before your shift. He’d offered to call in for you but you insisted to going to work. You were up about an hour after you’d fallen asleep, slipping into your uniform before heading off to work. Today was an early shift, which also consequently meant that you’d be able to go back to Benny earlier as well and take care of him. You’d seen the way he looked, the way he responded as he talked about what happened, he needed someone to be there for him. That got you thinking about Frankie as well, would he have someone now? Would he be okay? Did he need you just as much as your brother? More maybe?

You felt totally out of it as you stacked the shelves, apron getting caught between the freezer doors in your zoned-out state of mind. You looked the part too, bags heavy under your eyes, eyes squinting at the bright lights. It was then you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder, turning around to gaze upon Frankie’s face. Eyes ridden of their light and face sunken in, he looked a mess.

“Frankie, I’m working.”

“I know but I just.. I need to talk to you, please.”

His voice was shaky with emotion, the hand on your shoulder trembling as well. He looked worse than Benny, the clean shaven face not lost on you.

“Ten minutes, in the backroom.”

He trailed behind you as you punched in the code to the secured door. You sat down on a stack of crates, cracking open a bottle of water while handing one to him as well.

“I got some money now”, he started, sniffling a bit.

You furrowed your brow, not really impressed at it. “Benny told me you gave it all up for the kids.”

“We each kept twenty grand for.. expenses I suppose.”

“It’s blood money Frankie”, you sighed, not able to look him in the eye.

He stood up, reaching out for you. “I-I know baby, but we could start your business up again o-or pay of some of the loans. We can run away and start over, just you and me!”

“Run aw- Frankie you drugged me! You fucking lied to me and left me here to think you were dead!”, you shouted, standing up to point a finger in his face.

“Baby I know, I know! I screwed up! But I did it all for you, for us! I just wanted to make you happy..”

You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes dramatically. “I was perfectly happy before! I don’t need money, I just want my fucking boyfriend to be honest with me! To wake up next to me, safely.”

“Yes and I know that now, so we can go home and talk it out. We can get some lunch together and talk it out over a couple of beers.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms when he tried to hold your hands. “I think I’m done talking, Francisco.”

“C’mon baby, don’t be like this.. I need you, I-I need to hold you. Please, please just come home, we don’t have to talk just please-“

“Don’t make me cause a scene. Just turn around and leave.”

He sighed, jutting his hip forward. “W-we can’t be done, please, I love you!”

“And I love you! But this – this isn’t okay Frankie! I-I need time to think, to revaluate shit, you can’t just walk out on me like that!”, you explained, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “I thought you were dead.”

He wrapped his arms around you, his own eyes watery as he placed a gentle kiss atop of your hair. “I’m so sorry – I shouldn’t have left, I wanted to come back the second I left.”

“But you didn’t Frankie and that’s the problem.”

He didn’t show up at your work the following days, at least not that you knew of. Every night he’d try to call you twice and just sent a goodnight text in the end. A part of you really just wanted to go home and give in, but there was just too much hurt for now. Benny was happy to have you over, indulging in your exquisite cooking and company, binging some new franchise every night. Nearly all of them had enrolled in some form of therapy, all but Frankie. And over the weekend you’d visited Molly and the kids, helping her arrange the funeral and set everything in order.

That next Tuesday, during the service, was the first time you saw Frankie after your encounter in the frozen goods aisle. His hair was slicked back, completely dressed in black, top few buttons undone as per usual. Your eyes met, setting of that familiar spark. You managed a small smile and awkward wave, soon turning to the front again to listen to the eulogy. After the ceremony most people left, not really up for the mellow setting of a coffee table. You’d stayed, even if it was just to keep the kids company. About an hour in Frankie remerged again, looking more dishevelled than before. You were pulled to the side shortly after that.

“Hey”, he started, fingers twitching at his side.

“Hi, a-are you okay?”, you asked, noticing the way he sniffed a couple time.

His eyes were darting across your face, pupils blown. “Yeah, yeah, I’m cool, you?”

It wasn’t until you saw the familiar trickle of blood cascading from his nose that you pieced two and two together. “You fucking used again!”

He pressed a finger to your lips, hushing you as he dragged you into the nearby bathroom. “Baby, I missed you.”

You pushed him off of you as he licked his lips, trying to reach for you. “Stop it Francisco.”

“You look so lovely, I just – I just want to kiss you”, he slurred, reaching for you yet again.

You grabbed a hold of his wrist, gently backing him into the wall. While he was focused on you, you slipped a hand into the pocket of his dress pants, fishing out a half empty bag of white powder. “Is this everything, honey?”, you asked, purposely softening your tone and demeaner.

He nodded, resting his hands on your hips. “I couldn’t afford any more, your ring was too expensive.”

“My what?”, you asked, digging around in the remainder of his pockets, until your fingers bumped into something rigid and silky. His hand hovered over yours, pulling out whatever it was.

“I want to marry you, always have, from the first time I spoke to you”, he confessed, presenting you with a ring box.

You took a few steps back, gasping for air as he just looked at you, fumbling with the lock mechanism. “Frankie..”

He went down on his knee, opening the box to reveal a gorgeous ring, big diamond reflecting the dim bathroom lights. “Marry me.”

You let out a confused chuckle, clutching the bag of cocaine in your hand. “You can’t be serious.”

“But I am, I want to be with you, forever, you are my everything.”

“I can’t marry you! Look at what you’re doing! Showing up to your friend’s funeral with a powder-stuffed nose to propose to your girlfriend? What the hell is wrong with you Francisco?”, you whisper-yelled, not wanting to cause any turmoil.

“What’s wrong with me? How about what’s wrong with you?”, he shouted, “I risked my life for you out there, fucking shot all those people, just for you!”

He backed you into a wall, your backside colliding with the cold tile. “Stop this Frankie! This isn’t you!”

“Well what if it is, huh! Will you fucking leave me like everyone else? I gave you everything and it was never enough, I was never enough!”, he screamed, banging his fist against the wall next to your face.

“That’s not true Frankie! You were always enough for me, I didn’t want money or- or a grand gesture, I just wanted you!”

He scoffed, stepping away from you to sit against the counter. “I cost you your business, your fucking dream.”

“So what if you did? It was my decision, wasn’t it? And I never regretted it one bit.”

“But what if you will!”, your ears rang with the loud volume, “Every day I wake up more and more afraid that you’ll be gone. I-I can’t lose you.”

“This is exactly the issue Frankie! I love and love and love you but it’s just never enough! The constant reassurances, the constant affirmations, I love you so fucking much, but it just can’t work like this!”

Your screaming match didn’t go unnoticed, Will barging in before Frankie could say anything else.

“What the hell is going on here?”, he snarled, looking back and forth between the two of you.

The silence hung heavy, Santiago popping up behind your oldest brother, sighing as he noticed his friend’s bloodied nose and fist. You stepped into the nearest stall, throwing the baggie into the toilet bowl before flushing it down the pipes.

“What, you never leave for an illegal assassination without telling your girlfriend?”, you sneered, pushing past the men in the doorway.

Santiago ran after you, grasping your arm before you could get too far. “Wait, wait, wait. Hear me out okay?”, he pleaded, making some gestures with his hands, “None of this is Fish’ fault, alright, it was me. I encouraged him to come along in the first place and talked into him a bit, yeah?”

“I really don’t care Santiago”, you huffed, averting your eyes. “I need all of you to just fuck off so I can fucking think. If you really want to help out, look after your damn friend, that’s about the least you can do right now.”

 Another two weeks went by, weeks in which you just lived a double life, going to work as if nothing had changed, but going home just to fall apart again. Frankie had been staying at Pope’s and a mental hospital, as suggested by his therapist, which he’d now hired. He’d returned the ring and invested the money into a therapist, to your great delight. The texts had stopped too, his psych insisting he allowed the two of you some space. It was in these dozen days that you realised how much you missed him. And that, if he was willing to work on himself, you could give it another try.

Later that night there was a knock at your door. You opened the door in half of your uniform, hair in knots at the end of the day. And there he was, familiar baseball cap staring right at you. The colour had returned to his cheeks and his eyes had that familiar twinkle again.

“Did you forget your keys?” you asked, letting him in.

“No, I just – I wanted to knock, didn’t want to interrupt or disturb.”

The chuckle he let out set your heart aflame with that familiar love and adoration. You had to resits the urge to kiss him, pink lips looking softer than they ever had.

“This your home too, Frankie, use the keys whenever. Have you had dinner yet?”, you asked, walking back into the kitchen.

He scratched the back of his neck as he stood in front of the kitchen island. “No – but it’s cool, I just came by to pick up some stuff.”

“I mean I was about to order some pizza anyway, I don’t mind if you stay. Unless you have places to be of course”, you offered, slipping your phone out of your back pocket.

“In that case, sure. Want me to order, so you can grab a shower?”

The fact that he remembered such a small thing was something beyond intimacy. He always took good care of you when he could, cooking dinner when you had the later shifts, laying out a set of towels and pyjamas. While he hadn’t done it now, just the fact that he offered to order, a silly thing really, made you blush.

“Yes please! Thank you honey!”

You rushed up the stairs, excited to just wash all the worries and woes of the day off of you. Frankie was left to his own devices, biting back a grin as he typed in the familiar order. He hadn’t dreamt of getting to spend the evening with you, let alone have you call him “honey”. He looked like a schoolboy, the way he got so flustered and shy. By the time you came back downstairs, hair half dry and in one of those short pyjamas sets, Frankie was at the front door, slipping the delivery guy a tip.

“Beer?”, you shouted from the kitchen.

“Yes ma’am!”, Frankie replied, setting down the two pizza boxes on the coffee table. He lifted his cap, running a hair through his hair as he tried to get his nerves in check. As far as he knew you were still his girlfriend but he couldn’t help but feel as if tonight was somewhat of a first date again.

You handed him a chilled bottle, plopping down on the couch. He sat down on the other end of the couch, reaching for the top box. “So how’s therapy been?”

“’s Been good actually”, he started, taking a sip of his beer, “Been clean too, therapist told me slip-ups don’t mean too much.”

You grabbed a first slice, nodding and humming as you listened to him.

“She told me to give us some space to revaluate it all, work on myself and stuff. We talked about the army and Brazil and uh.. Tom of course. But we don’t – we don’t have to talk about it.”

“I don’t mind. But if it makes you uncomfortable then don’t. Just know.. I don’t mind listening Frankie.” You shuffled a bit closer, handing him another slice.

The next half hour was spent talking about what had happened in that dreadful week, over pizza and beer. A half hour filled with emotional conversation and painful silences in which you didn’t know what to say. There he was, pouring out his heart and soul, voicing every insecurity and doubt he’d felt, every fear, every horrible memory and all you could manage was some nodding and sighing, desperately trying to keep yourself from crying.

“Did you mean it?”, you croaked out, even closer to him now.

He furrowed his brow. “Mean what?”

“When you said you wanted to marry me..”, you admitted, voice hushed with a sudden bashfulness.

His fingertips grazed over yours. “I did, still do.”

“C-can I kiss you?”

He didn’t bother to reply, just pulled you on top of him, smashing his lips into yours. Your hands soon found the rim of his hat, throwing it away to card your fingers through his soft curls. His fingers fisted as the material of your shirt, desperate to feel your warmth. By the time you turned away from his mouth you were completely out of breath.

“I really want to do this right, querida”, he murmured, burying his lips in your neck.

You stroked a thumb across his cheek. “You’re doing perfect, my darling.”

He smiled before latching onto you, hands at peace on your waist, pulling you on top of him. “I’m gonna marry you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time Morales”, you cooed, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

His arms wrapped around, head leaning against yours as he just held you close to him. “Can I just hold you tonight?”, he whispered, closing his eyes as he drank in your familiar shampoo.

“What would your therapist say about that?”, you asked, trying to make him somewhat aware of what was happening.

“I revaluated the situation.. and I’m still madly in love with you.”

You grinned before capturing his lips in a slow, long-lasting kiss. “You should come over more often.”

[helluvascribe]

Lagss: A Heart of Glass

Lagss and her people came from a harsh desert in another place. They used the sand and mended the grains into glass, creating buildings, palaces, homes, and almost any structure they could think of. However, a terrible drought caused the members to get thirsty and weak. Soon, the rest of her people died off, leaving her the only survivor of the Glass Tribe. Lagss became loyal to Hearts…because he was the only one left for her. His ambitions to conquer the world and kill the Omni-King became her reason for living…because what else was left for her?

Of course, shortly after her people died and she was the only one left, she happened to be transported to the Prison Planet by Fu. There she met the other members and Hearts became their leader. When Oren questioned Heart’s leadership, Lagss threatened Oren with a Glass Bullet. In the back of her mind, she thought, perhaps joining with the Core Area Warriors would help her be recognized for her powers. She and Kamin helped build the Universal Release Device in Universe 3 and allied with Paparoni, the scientist from Universe 3.

 Many years ago…

“Ragursu! Come on, let’s go.”

Lagss rubbed her eyes and sat up from her bed at the sound of her Japanese name being called.

“Gurasu,” she mumbled to her mother. “Just a few more minutes.”

The pale bluish-skinned woman stared down at her daughter, her eyes pale and pupil-less like Lagss’.

“It’s time for you to demonstrate how far you’ve come. The ceremony is in the mid afternoon and you need to get ready.”

Lagss looked at the glassy clock by a small bedside table. “It’s 6 in the morning.”

“Which should give you plenty of time to practice beforehand. Run along, now.”

“Yes, Mother,” said Lagss as she stretched her arms and legs. She wandered through the small bedroom, the floor made of sand, while the furniture was made of intricate glass. The walls and ceiling of the structure offered a view of tan colored sand stagnant within the upright glass. Lagss took a quick shower as to not waste what little water they had and got dressed. She brushed her light turquoise hair and put it into her two usual long ponytails. She put on her blue top with gold trimmings, her dark blue leggings, and her white boots, also decorated with gold trimmings.

Lagss stepped out into the early dawn, briefly relishing the morning breeze before the harsh heat arrived. The sky was a faint indigo color, darker in the west and lighter in the east. Gurasu and several other women had already gone to get water from a lake several miles away. The water was dirty and filled with traces of mud. Fortunately, the tribe’s group of healers would later use their powers to cleanse the liquid, making it drinkable.

The Glass Tribe and its people were also known as Gurasu-Jins, the Glass People. The view of the barren desert land and the glints of the glass structures were all too familiar to her. As the sun rose up, the light reflected against the structures, turning it gold.

Clearing her mind, Lagss got to work.

“Precision. Purpose. Perfection.”

She repeated the motto she learned in her head, a motto that had been drilled into her the moment she entered school with a group of other young students. With many years of practice, Lagss had quickly become one of the greatest warriors in the tribe, second only to the chief and the groups of elders.

Lagss sat down in a meditative position and closed her eyes. She slowly rose up into the air, while grains of sand from the ground followed suit. The grains spiraled up in columns from around her and soon stopped in midair. Lagss forced harder and the grains slowly condensed into shards of glass.

She opened her eyes in a snap, adrenaline coursing through her veins. One by one, she shot out the shards of glass, aiming for nearby cactus plants below. The shards cut straight through the plants, the tops of them falling clean off.

Switching to defense, Lagss lifted up her hands and a barrier of glass surrounded her. Encased in her power, she felt safe.

Aside from breaks to eat and use the bathroom, Lagss practiced all morning long.

Lagss’ father, Saguru, was the son of one of the tribe’s chiefs. There were three leaders in all, each with their own advisor. Aside from being loyal, Saguru was also a great warrior. He was the one who taught Lagss to never give up, to always strive for better things.

He was dressed in a dark blue outfit, also with gold trimmings.

“Ragursu,” he called.

Lagss couldn’t hear him through her barrier.

He called her Japanese name again. When there was no answer, Saguru glanced up at the sky and then shot a volley of glass spikes at the barrier.

The barrier suddenly cracked, catching her by surprise. One of the shards had pierced her in the shoulder. Grimacing, she carefully pulled the shard out, red blood streaming down her arm. Letting out a yell, she spread out her arms and legs, shattering the rest of the barrier and causing pieces of glass to rain down below. Saguru easily blocked it with a glass shield of his own. He fired Glass Bullets from his hand, but Lagss was ready with a Glass Shield of her own. Saguru conjured spheres of glass and shot them into the air, while Lagss dodged them with graceful flips and turns. Saguru chased after her in the air. Lagss looked behind her and saw him catching up.

“Take this!” she yelled, firing more shards in his direction. Saguru covered his face with his arms, still flying forward. Lagss then used Instant Transmission, appearing above her father. She slammed both hands into him, causing the man to plummet toward the ground. She landed safely on the ground standing proudly in victory. Saguru slowly stood up. “Well done,” he praised. “Looks like I’ve taught you well.”

Lagss touched her arm and it instantly healed. The glassification slowed down the wound and acted like ice. “Good luck, my daughter,” he said. “The ceremony is about to begin.”

Lagss smiled and, in several hours, made her way to the glassy stadium.

Lagss took a deep breath as she walked through the glass archway, ready to meet the chiefs and demonstrate her powers. She knew that they were still more experienced than her, but then again, she was a quick learner. Lagss had been through many rites of passage, but for this one, if she won, she could be named the next chief after her father passed on.

Just the thought of someday leading her people to conquer other lands filled her with newfound confidence.

  Lagss gasped. The stadium was empty. She glanced over toward the shade and saw a thin light blue-skinned man with short white hair.

“Slags,” she called to the host of the event.

He glanced over to her, his eyes glassy with fatigue.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“I’m incredibly sorry,” he said. He mentioned toward the distance and she saw a crowd of people in line. The line led toward the local nursery and an area of water wells.

“I had to cancel the event this morning,” he explained. “The chiefs suddenly felt ill and thirsty. One of them suffered from heat stroke yesterday.”

Lagss ran over past the line and glanced inside the nursery. The plants, neon fruit, and vegetables, which had previously been ripe were now shriveled and brown. One woman was busy passing around the few foods that had not turned brown and handed them one by one to the people in line. Lagss ran over to the water wells and saw something even worse…they were all empty.

The crowd murmured to themselves with worry.

“This has been the hottest day this week. Our crops are dying off.”

“Where’d this drought come from?”

“Our healing powers won’t stop us from getting thirsty.”

“Dehydration will kill us all!”

   Lagss slowly grew weaker each passing day, along with her family. They tried desperately to find more water, but the heat pressed on.

Lagss found herself huddled in the shade, against a canyon wall, crying restless tears. If only she could drink them and ease the harsh dry pain in her throat. She closed her eyes, feeling on the brink of death.

If it hadn’t been for a certain time-traveling demonic kai, appearing through a portal in the sky, she would’ve perished along with her kind. He glanced down at her, sensing her energy.

“You seem like a powerful warrior,” he said. “I can sense your energy from here. You’ll do nicely for my research.��

“Water,” she croaked out weakly.

The kai flew down to her and took her hand. Together, they stepped through the black and red portal, landing on the Prison Planet. The heat and sight of lava and the new place was enough to make her pass out.

 After waking up and recovering, she found herself in the Core Area of the Prison Planet. She spotted several bottles of water from the lab and she feverishly gulped them down. She caught her breath and stood up.

“Where am I?” she asked.

She took a hard look at the other warriors in front of her: A green kai god, two mutant Tuffles, and another individual who appeared to be the leader.

“You’re in the Core Area,” said Hearts. “We’re waiting for the evil Saiyan to escape from his prison. Fu brought us here to test our fighting prowess.”

“What’s a Saiyan?” she asked. “And who’s Fu?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” said Hearts. “Right now, we need to get ready. I’m Hearts. What’s your name?”

“Lagss. And why should I join you?” she asked. “What’s in it for me?”

“Because,” said Hearts, “There’s nothing else left for you. Fu told me all about how your tribe died off. Join us, and your power will get the credit it deserves. You want to conquer the world and avenge your tribe, do you not?”

Lagss glared, mentally chiding herself for mumbling to the stranger what had happened. “This Fu guy must have told you everything. He must have brought me here.”

“Indeed,” he said.

After a moment, Lagss relented. “Fine, it’s a deal,” she said. “Where do we start?”

Hearts grinned. “We must start by gathering energy for the Universal Seed. I’ll be able to defeat the Omni-King, the Gods of Destruction, and the Supreme Kai if I have enough power from other universes. By merging with the Universal Seed, I’ll create a new world, free from the tyranny of the Omni-King. Now, Lagss, you have a new family. All of us are part of an experiment conducted by Fu, including Cumber, the evil Saiyan. We will participate in fighting other warriors so energy can be gathered for the device.”

The Core Area warriors agreed to take part, though many of them wanted rewards of their own…not to mention going back to their time periods.

After Hearts explained his plan, one of the warriors spoke up.

“You sure that’s a reliable plan, Hearts?” asked Oren, one of the Tuffles. “Why don’t we just take over our enemies instead? Be more fun that way.”

Lagss whirled around and threatened him with a Glass Bullet. Her fist was coated with glass and the point sharp like a bullet.

“Don’t you question Heart’s plan if you wanna live. Heart’s ambition is my reason for living.”

“What are you gonna do, glass girl?” he mocked.

The two of them stared each other down until Hearts cleared his throat, interrupting the argument.

“Stop your bickering and let’s move out.”

Reluctantly, the two warriors joined Kamin and Zamasu and headed out.

   Prison Planet Finale

 Goku stood next to Cumber’s unconscious form. Time suddenly stood still, and the moon turned from red to a bright purple. A small white crack on the moon froze in place. Five shadowy figures appeared against the purple light.

“Zamasu?!” Goku cried in shock.

Zamasu smirked and raised his arm. His pointed finger pointed up toward the sky. The unconscious Cumber gently flew toward Zamasu as he was moved into the air by Zamasu’s purple energy. Finally, Cumber, Zamasu, and the figures teleported away.

The moon turned red once more.

“What’s going on?” asked Goku. He powered up and screamed as the Prison Planet exploded in a flash of light.

 Using her powers, Lagss restored and healed Cumber so they could proceed with the mission.

 Zamasu looked to the side and mentioned for more people to arrive. The first individual was a woman with long braids, a white battle shirt, dark pants and white boots. The second person was another Kai with light skin, wearing a dark robe, and dark pants with a belt. The last two individuals appeared to be android twins. The boy and girl wore identical dark battle suits and both had white hair and white faces. Their eyes were light blue with red stripes arching from above their eyes toward the sides of their faces.

“This is Hearts,” said Zamasu, mentioning to the Kai warrior who was also the leader. He nodded to Cumber.

Hearts introduced the alien woman as Lagss, an individual who could control large crystals of glass. “Lagss,” she stated. “The last survivor of the Glass Tribe. I was the one who restored the Saiyan.”

“And these are Oren and Kamin,” said Hearts, referring to the Tuffle-like mutants.

“Cumber,” Cumber said to them, not feeling like getting involved in a social gathering.

“I defeated Hit along with my brother,” Kamin bragged. “We also attacked Super Saiyan Kefla from Universe 6. Harm us, and you’ll regret it.”

“Am I supposed to know any of these people?” asked Cumber.

“The only thing you need to do is join us,” said Zamasu. “Zeno has been playing God for far too long. His angel children have done nothing to balance the universes. The low mortal level of Universe 7 is all because of the inhabitants polluting their world like beasts. It is time to overthrow Zeno once and for all. With him gone, my world will remain intact and I will merge with the universe once more.”

“What’s in it for me?” Cumber asked.

“Well, I suppose I can spare you, despite you being a Saiyan. You can get your revenge on Fu and son Goku. I could even use the Super Dragon Balls to return you to your time when all is said and done.”

Cumber was hesitant about these people, but then again, he didn’t have much of a choice. If this was a way of getting revenge on his enemies, then he would be willing to take the risk.

The Saiyan and the Kai god lightly shook hands. “Looks like we have a deal, my lord,” said Cumber, grinning from beneath the restraint.

“I’m in charge, though,” said Hearts. “We shall travel to other universes to gain energy and cause fear in our opponents.”

“You sure this plan is a good idea?” asked Oren to Hearts. “Can’t we just manipulate the population ourselves? It’d be more fun that way.”

The alien woman rounded on him with a sharp point of glass she formed in her hand. “Don’t you question Heart’s plans if you want to live.”

Oren sighed, mumbled an apology and walked off with his sister.

  Universe 11

Hearts grinned and floated down to the red center of the Universe Seed. “Lagss! Lagss!” he called, searching around.

A giant group of crystals appeared in front of him.

“I need your power again.”

“I’m pleased,” she replied from inside.

Kamioren looked up. “There you are, Lagss.”

Hearts moved his palm forward, and a purple aura outlined his body. His right hand turned yellow as he manipulated the large crystalline mass downward. All the sharp points aimed at Goku and the mass lowered to the ground.

“Goku-san!” Trunks cried.

 Letting out a yell, Goku held onto the crystals with both his hands, fighting against Heart’s force. Goku pushed forward with more energy. Soon, small cracks began forming around his hands. The crack grew larger and snaked up the surface of the glass.

 “Dad, let’s go!” called Trunks. The two Saiyans flew forward to help Goku, but were both knocked back by a large purple blast, sending them to the ground.

“We’re taking you on,” said Kamioren.

“Damn you!” cursed Vegeta.

 Finally, Goku unleased the rest of his energy, spreading light blue cracks against the glassy surface. To Lagss’ shock and disappointment, the crystal structure shattered.

“That silver aura…” Hearts said to himself. “It seems he’s not perfected it.”

Goku stood up and panted heavily.

Lagss appeared from among the floating glass shards. She was an alien with light blue skin, and long white hair, done in two waist-length ponytails. She wore a light blue dress that trailed behind her, decorated with gold trim along her hips, under her arms and around her neck. She glared at Goku with icy eyes. Dark purple gloves covered her hands and weighted bracelets were on her wrists.

 “My glass…slice him apart!”

The shards rained down on Goku in yellow slants of light. The shards pierced through Goku’s outfit and skin. He screamed in pain as a million cuts spread across his body.

“Who…Who are you?” he asked weakly.

“I am Lagss.”

She pointed two fingers upward, and the shards pierced through Goku again. The Saiyan collapsed to the ground.

 Meanwhile, crystal spears of glass stuck out from the ground at various angles, giving off a faint mystical glow. Goku’s entire body shook violently as he strained to push himself up. Goku watched as SSB Evolved Vegeta fought the fused Kamioren in the night sky.

Kamioren dodged Vegeta’s attacks just as fast as Vegeta initiated them. Swinging his leg forward, Vegeta landed a hard uppercut to Kamioren’s chin, briefly knocking him back. The fusion barely had time to recover before being punched hard in the gut by the Saiyan prince. A punch to the left cheek added to the attacks.

“We’re counting on you, Vegeta!” Goku encouraged from below.

Lagss rose into the air, gathering the glass shards into the air. The two dozen glass shards in the air would have been a beautiful sight to see, if they had not been pointed toward Goku.

“Glass, cut him up!” Lagss commanded.

The shards turned yellow and plummeted toward the Saiyan.

Sweat formed on Goku’s face as he braced himself for another painful impact. He closed his eyes…

…only for the shards to explode in midair. Goku looked up as the smoke cleared. Trunks in Super Saiyan form, had teleported in front of Goku, blocking the attack.

Trunks glared at Lagss. “I’m going to fight you. Here!!”

“Thank you Trunks,” breathed Goku.

Trunks powered up and leaped from the ground.

The yellow shards of glass shot at Trunks, who maneuvered around them. Ignoring the painful pricks in his skin, Trunks conjured up a yellow ki blast in his hand and fired it at her full force. Lagss flew backwards, arms crossed in front of her, steading herself on the ground.

 Lagss knelt down and placed her palm on the ground, her aura glowing light blue. Glass shards rose up from the ground, quickly surrounding Trunks. Goku leapt forward and rammed Trunks out of the way. The glass shards cut into Goku, pained screams ejecting from his mouth.

Trunks looked on and glared at Lagss who increased the movements of the glass shards.

Her attacks soon stopped and Goku panted heavily. Even with sharp pains all over his body, Goku grinned.

“Your power is astonishing.”

Lagss stood up to face Goku and Trunks once more.

  Lagass glanced over to see Fused Zamasu move toward the Universal Seed device.

“All this power is now mine!” Zamasu declared, reaching forward.

In an instant, Lagss shot both hands forward and encased Zamasu in glass. The weight caused him and his glass prison to plummet to the ground. Bits of glass shattered and Zamasu managed to free himself, his cuts already mending themselves.

“I’d eliminate you for your treachery if I could,” she stated coldly. “Heart’s ambition is my reason for living.”

“Not much of a life then,” Zamasu spat. He vanished before she could say anything more.  

 Lagss then looked up at Hearts.

“Let me finish them,” she called, referring to her opponents.

“Go to Universe 3,” he ordered, “and fight with Cumber.”

“You’re really giving me charge over this?”

“Of course.”

Lagss nodded. “Ok then.”

She then vanished in a flash of teal-white light.

 Universe 3

In universe 3, Cumber was busy punching a group of large metal robots that were guarding the city buildings. He rammed his thick fist into the asphalt, causing thick cracks to appear and spread. The ancient Saiyan grinned as Universe 3 citizens were hurled into the air by the force of his attack. A cannon blast from a flying tank hit Cumber in the chest, sending him flying backwards. He landed hard on the ground, quickly surrounded by robots pointing their ki guns at him. The robots posed to attack, only to be impaled by sharp glass shards. Sparks and wires flew out of their chests, giving Cumber enough time to stand up and swipe the bots aside with a powerful kick. He conjured his black clawed energy hands and threw the remaining bots out into the distance.

He turned around. “Lagss.”

“Looks like I made it in time,” she said.

“I could’ve finished them.”

“I bet,” she said with no emotion. She briefly imagined that Fu would have the time of his life with all the science and technology from this universe.

“Hearts sent you here too?” asked Cumber.

Lagss nodded. “I was just about to slice that Saiyan to bits, but Hearts sent me here to fight with you.”

Lagss moved her hand, sending shards to the ground toward the unlucky civilians below. The screams she heard from them were music to her ears.

“Any word from him?” asked Cumber.

“It looks like he has gathered enough energy from Universe 11. He and Zamasu and the twins will probably meet us here in Universe 3 soon.”

“I wonder how many more Universes he’ll want us to conquer,” said Cumber, intrigued.

“All of them, I imagine,” Lagss replied. “One he has enough power for the Universe Seed, then the grand plan can be put into place.”

“What is it, exactly?” asked Cumber, firing a red blast that took down two buildings at once.

“We’ll find out soon enough.”

Lagss led Cumber over to a large slender device hidden behind a corner. The top of it had a reflective satellite dish aimed straight up in the air. It was supported by strong metallic pillars holding it in place. The center of the device had a red sphere that pulsed, similar to the one on the Universe Seed Device.

“Me and Kamin made this machine to provide extra power to Hearts,” Lagss explained. She mentioned to two figures guarding the device nearby. One of them was a tall imposing figure with a white face, light purple muscular legs, and a black muscular chest. Two horizontal white horns jutted from his head, serving as his ears. He was fitted with red gems from his wrists and a green gem in the center of his chest.

“That is Agnilasa,” said Lagss.

The second figure wore a glass visor over his face and wore a white battle suit with a large red P on the front.

“And that is Catopesra. Paparoni, the scientist helped build this for us. He also brainwashed those warriors into joining our cause. By pressing this button when the meter is full…”

Lagss pushed a red button and a band of white energy shot from the uppermost point into the air.

“…Hearts gains extra energy for the Universe Seed! Hopefully, the energy gathered here will reach him in Universe 11. For now, we await his commands and continue to fight.”

“I take orders from no one,” Cumber grumbled. “Don’t you forget that.”

Sensing strong ki close by, the Saiyan raced off into the distance.

 Universe 3 was a technologically advanced world, with sleek gray buildings from every direction. The sky was an indigo color and no stars were visible. Lagss and Cumber were busy scaring off the robotic citizens when another enemy approached them. Without hesitation, Lagss fired huge shards of glass at the enemy, but the figure was too fast. The glass warrior soon found herself being thrown back into a building, the impact making a dent in the structure. Lagss stared at her foe with shaking eyes: it was Metal Cooler.

  After the battle…

A large portion of Universe 3 was covered in glass. Nariama and Nigrissi were still restrained halfway in glass thanks to Lagss. The device that Lagss and Kamin had been working on was now turned off. It had fulfilled its purpose of giving Hearts the Universe Seed and additional energy. The scientist Paparoni took it back to his lab to further modify it, his brainwashed warriors carrying stacks of scrap metal, wires, and even well-made glass shards. Lagss was still in the process of healing herself from Metal Cooler’s attack. Cumber was still alive, but unconscious from his fight.

Lagss walked over to his fallen form. She held her hands over him.

“My glass, heal my comrade.”

Blue light spread from Lagss’ hands and a blue aura of light formed around Cumber’s body. Small ice crystals formed around his wounds and slowly stitched the skin back together. Cumber’s chest and face turned glassy, smoothing out cuts, wrinkles, and clearing away dirt. The glass also cooled his body down, putting him into a more comfortable sleep.

“Please wake up, Saiyan,” she said softly. “There’s so much work to do.”

Cumber did not stir.

Lagss searched the area for Metal Cooler and the citizens. When it was clear, Lagss raised her hands and formed a small dome over Cumber, serving as a temporary barrier.

Lagss sensed that something was wrong. It started shortly after the machine was finished sending energy. For a brief moment, she could sense Heart’s powerful ki, even from another universe. Though it was a far distance, Heart’s godly energy was powerful enough to be sensed from multiple worlds. While Lagss had set up the device with Kamin and covered much of the universe in glass, Heart’s energy was a source of inspiration and comfort. Not that she had much choice in her fate at this point, but even still…he was somebody in her life.

Even stranger, she had felt the combined energy of two Saiyans from Universe 7 clash with that of Hearts.

Now, she couldn’t sense anything from over there.

 “I have to find out what’s going on.”

Closing her eyes in concentration, she teleported herself over to Universe 11.

She was in the same spot she was in before Hearts had ordered her to help Cumber in Universe 3. The sky was now bright blue instead of the night indigo. Silently, she flew closer to the city. In the city square, Lagss caught a glimpse of Jiren and the Pride Troopers doing victory poses as the crowd clapped and cheered. Signs and banners hung from the buildings and windows. In Japanese, one of them read, “Congratulations Jiren!”

Jiren appeared to be talking with the Supreme Kai of Universe 11, shaking hands.

 Traveling to Universe 6, Lagss saw a similar situation. On the city outskirts, Hit was receiving a sack of Zeni from the Supreme Kai of Universe 6 for completing his job. Cabba and Kaulifla were busy sparring in the air, while Kale watched with a small smile on her face.

 Finally, Lagss transported herself to Universe 7. Hiding within her glass barrier, Lagss could see Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo, 17, and Trunks having a party at Bulma’s mansion-like house. Trunks served iced cocktails from a platter while Bulma relaxed on a lounge chair. Dr. Briefs was petting a black cat and smoking a cigarette while reading a newspaper. Vegeta played with little baby Bulla by himself, while Bulma watched from her chair. As usual, Goku was stuffing his face full of food at a table, while Whis eyed him in disgust.

“You really haven’t heard of manners, have you, Goku?” He held chopsticks in his light blue fingers.

“Huh?” he asked, his mouth still stuffed.

Whis rolled his eyes and continued to eat the ramen and egg from the bowl in front of him. Beerus was happily eating pudding from a glass.

“Finally…after so many months of waiting, I finally get to taste this brand new delicious desert! How marvelous!”

“See, now aren’t you glad you didn’t destroy Earth after all?” Whis asked.

“Eh, I’ll get back to you on that,” Beerus replied.

Piccolo, 17, Trunks, and the two Saiyans were congratulated by their families and friends.

“…So then, me and Vegeta rammed our fist right through Hearts…he looked pretty stunned,” Goku described.

“Yes, we witnessed the whole thing,” Trunks said. “And we helped out with our ki blasts.”

“And you should’ve seen Hit and Jiren, of all people, merge their attacks with Goku’s,” 17 added. “Imagine if they had worked together during the Tournament of Power.”

“Imagine how much money Hit and Jiren got from their Supreme Kais,” 18 replied. “Completing a job like that…one I wish I could’ve done.”

“You have plenty of money already,” said 17.

“Says the one who won the Tournament, got his wish granted, and then bought a cruise liner. You know more than half of the boat is mine, anyway.”

“I could’ve helped out, too,” Krillin piped up. “But I needed to watch Marron. Apparently, she’s getting better at or practice sparring matches.” He mentioned to a small bruise on his cheek. 18 giggled quietly, cheeks blushing.

“You look good with that bruise. Shows how tough and loving you are.”

Krillin blushed back.  

“Hey, Vegeta,” Goku called over to him.

Vegeta handed Bulla to Bulma, then walked over to the table, sitting a good distance from Goku.

“What now, Kakarott? I think everyone’s heard our story long enough.”

“Why didn’t you want to fuse as Gogeta?”

“I already told you, I didn’t want to fuse with an idiot like you!”

“But our world was in danger. You fused with me when we fought Broly and it was fine.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“But you did, anyway. I could’ve handled Hearts on my own, but our fusion helped out.”

Piccolo scoffed. “Like you alone would stand a chance against a demonic kai who had the power of the Universe Seed inside him. You seem to let your desire to fight get to your head.”

“Heh,” said Goku. “It’s the way I am. And it always works, doesn’t it?”

“Well, at least I can say that I defeated him as well,” Vegeta replied.

“We did,” Goku corrected. “Jiren asked me why I didn’t fuse during the Tournament of Power.”

“Sure, we may have defeated our opponents faster,” said 17, “but it would’ve been a risky move, losing two members if Gogeta were defeated. That’s the real reason why Goku and Vegeta didn’t fuse then to begin with. What’s done is done.”

“Agreed,” replied Krillin, biting into some orange chicken.

“Hey, Whis!” Goku called over to the angel who was finishing up a glass with pudding in it. “Can you show everyone what happened?”

Whis walked over and waved his staff. An image from the planet part on the top glowed, forming a holographic image of the previous battle.

“Hey, you weren’t there,” Goku mentioned. “How does your staff know what happened?”

“I’m a powerful being,” Whis replied.

Lagss formed a glass mirror in front of her, allowing her to see the images better.

 What she saw made her heart shatter like broken glass.

 Vegeta in Super Saiyan Blue, fired a blue Final Flash at Kamioren, causing the fused being to shatter into many pieces.

Hearts grinning as he sealed Fused Zamasu in a large transparent cube before shrinking it down into nothing.

Gogeta delivering the final blow to Hearts, punching him through his gut. Hearts screaming, his head tilted back, mouth wide open. Hearts smiled at them as divine rainbow light consumed his body.

“Zeno could destroy the universe with a single thought. I just wanted to liberate you all from this lack of freedom, but you all shone and surpassed your limits. That’s why I’ve come to appreciate mortals…”

His body faded away as he closed his eyes.

Lagss broke down into tears after the images faded and the light flew back into the top of the staff.

 “Your work is not over yet,” Whis warned Goku and the others. “Villains are still out there. Let’s talk about our next plan…in private.”

Lagss was sure the silvery blue eyes of the angel could see right through her. Overcome with fear and emotion, Lagss concentrated and vanished.

 By the time she got back to Universe 3, Cumber was starting to wake up. Lagss ran over and made the dome vanish with a wave of her hand. The Saiyan groaned and his red eyes fluttered open.

“What…what are you…doing here?”

“You’re alive, thank goodness,” Lagss breathed in relief.

Realizing what Lagss had done, Cumber gave her brief signs of thanks: a small smile, a faint softening of his eyes. Then just as quickly, his stared straight ahead, eyes hardened in anger and determination.

Slowly sitting up, Cumber soon got to his feet.

“That blasted metal madman took me down,” he muttered. “I’m already sick of Fu’s games.”

“I have some bad news,” Lagss said, eyes tearing up. “Hearts…is gone. So are Oren, and Kamin, and Zamasu.”

“What?!”

“Gogeta killed him.”

Dark tendrils formed around the Saiyan, and his conjured shadowy claws ripped apart several buildings.

After he calmed down, he let out a growl and sigh. “Now what?”

“We wait for the next part of Fu’s experiment.”

[for-doritos-and-aslan]

- Laughter is the Best Medicine - Peter Parker x Reader!Soulmate AU - Part 4

Laughter: a peculiar thing. Legend spins a mystery stating that when two soul mates laugh at the exact same time, they can hear each other and see their location. From then, they are connected. Whenever one laughs, dimly, it can be heard in the distance, like a lighthouse on the shore calling them together. 

Warning: blood and diaster, fear and injury

-

There’s a moment as the blue sky bleeds a violent red and honks blare into screams. A moment right as the bridge breaks apart in a thousand pieces of fireworks of glass and steel. The moment where every feeling, every emotion, every moment and every laugh, whips through you in a millisecond: your life, flashing before you. What is left afterwards is fear. 

Pain. It blossoms on the back of your head; glass hisses as it breaks and the car skates on the bridge, ripping its’ head across the cement. A sound like thunder and metal screeching fills the air as the impact shakes the car. 

You open your eyes. Everything is blurry and for a few seconds, you blink to focus. The car is upside down. 

There’s a shudder, and the car trembles. Something is wet. You draw two shaky fingers to your forehead and notice you are bleeding. The red drips slowly down your fingers and paints the floor. Glass, which litters the floor in tiny, jagged raindrops, reflects the shattered world around you.

Then, it hits you. The disorientation is replaced by panic, and you can’t breathe. Your mom is unconscious, but breathing. A single, terrified scream rips from your throat and you sob, clawing at the window beside you. “Help!” you cry, as seeping blood dyes your falling tears crimson. 

Sirens wail in the distance, and nearby, Peter Parker is dreaming.

-

Peter Parker is dreaming about you. He’s dreaming about your beautiful face, which seems to absorb the light around it; it twinkles in your eyes and on your lips and in your laugh. The homework before him is mere scribbles and there is just his mind and no one else. 

Peter Parker adores you. Even though you’ve barely met, he can say a thousands things about you that only he could know. He is the other part of your soul. Something you’ve never seen, but something that shows itself every second-in the way you think, believe, and act. 

He is a part of that. 

Then, like a chill raking across his skin, he hears the explosion. His spidey-sense flares, and he jumps out of his chair and looks outside. He can’t see anything, but the ground is quivering. He scribbles on a quick note for Aunt May to read later and throws on his suit and mask

He’s climbing, Up, up, up, to the very top, where he can look out and see what’s happening. The wind roughly charges at him as he looks out, already locating the scene. Karen gives him the details and he’s racing towards the bridge. Brooklyn bridge, curtained by a cloud of black smoke. 

Suddenly Peter’s mind jumps to your last text, and he misses the building. He gives a startled yelp and shoots a web on its’ side. 

Hey, going to Brooklyn. I’ll text you soon :) <3

Hot, icy, fear floods his heart. An ominous feeling settles inside him as he grasps the building, struggling to breathe and think.

“Are you okay, Peter? Your heart rate is elevated and I can detect your panic,” Karen’s voice says.

“I-I-we-,” he stammers, swallowing. “We need to get to Brooklyn bridge, now.” Even amidst his doubts, Peter feels hope budding against his fear-determination to save you, because you can’t be dead. You can’t, not yet. 

He’s at the bridge before he realies it. Paramedics and firefighters are surveying the bridge, already beginning to evacuate trapped people from their cars. Sobs echo through the air and blood and glass stain the cracked cement.

Smoke suffocates the air above, making the sky look like night. Peter searches for you, his eyes scanning the area. Time seems to freeze. He helps a few young children to safety, but his mind is always on You.

Were you even on the bridge?

The bridge trembles, and Peter loses his balance. Someone screams, and others are running.

"Hey! Hey! Spider-Man!" someone is yelling. Peter turns his frantic gaze on the fireman, whose face is white and frightened. "The bridge is about to collapse! The explosion blew the middle but the other parts are about to fall! You need to leave, now!" The fireman spins on his heel and sprints towards the flashing ambulances.

The panicked paramedics are pushing survivors toward the shore. Bodies of the departed lay scattered on the bridge like a twisted maze. Those who can run trample over them, struggling to reach safety.

Just as Peter turns to leave, certain that he's saved all he can, the smoke clears. Black mist curls into the clogged air and reveals a car.

Your car.

-

Messily, you guide your trembling fingers to the seat belt lock. With a terrified scream, you realize it is jammed. Black dots flash across your vision as cold adrenaline pumps in your veins.

As you pull up on the strap, it slowly loosens. With a strangled cry, you slide out on the glass. You nudge your Mom and she awakens, blinking slowly.

"W-we need to get out!" You hyperventilate, body convulsing with sobs.

Suddenly, the bridge jolts and you're thrown against the glass. A shard sinks into your arm, spilling blood on the ruined windshield. The world seems to tilt and there is no pain, only cold.

Peter, you think. You have to fight for him.

With a groan, you turn slowly to face the ground, looking for an exit. Your mom has wiggled out of her seatbelt. You expect to find ruined concrete and shattered glass.

But there is no bridge.

Only water and your car just barely dangling off the edge.

A scream freezes in your windpipe, but you can't breathe or scream or think. The water below is littered with remnants of cars. All you know is fear- it grips your heart like a freezing demon who never lets go.

A lone sob rocks your chest. This is where I die.

The bridge is shaking, columns below beginning to buckle. The water is looming below like a giant beast with arms outstretched. Death lies below to grab you in her warm embrace.

You claw at the window, but it won't break. Your mother reaches over and grabs your wrist, face still with fear. Her eyes brim with tears.

"Don't move." She whispers. The car shudders as the bridge shivers below it. The ground moves with them.

This was it.

-

Peter doesn't think. He bolts to your car, heart pumping violently against his chest. He's afraid. Afraid to lose you when he's only just found you.

The car is flipped over, and he can hear you screaming for help inside.

It is barely hanging on. With every tremor it slides further down. If he doesn't save you soon, you will plummet to your death.

He's there within seconds. The crumbled door is ripped from its' hinges and thrown on the concrete. Peter helps your mom out. She gives a startled cry and clings to him.

"Don't worry. You need to get to safety. I'll save her." She nods and hesitantly runs away. Spider-Man reaches out to grab you from the car.

But it is too late.

The bridge rumbles and the car drops down, down down.

-

You expect to explode into white. Into darkness. You expect the cold water wrap you into her depths and to drag you down like a vindictive siren.

As you fall, you think about Peter and he smile. And the night you heard his laugh floating in the air, capturing your heart and soul.

It is finished.

Peter screams. He screams until his voice is raw and he acts. His webs shoot forward. Time slows. It is non-existent. Fear, like he's never known before, is so powerful it seems to shatter him.

Something grabs. The bridge is falling. He shoots another web to hold on, because soon he will plunge to his death. Peter pulls because it could be you. He can't give up.

The bridge roars as it gives its' last hurrah and crashes into the East River. Peter slams against the remaining pole he's latched onto and gasps for breath.

Peter jerks his other web to him. A body crumples against him. His arms wrap around a waist, hair tickling his cheek. He blinks and looks into your eyes before they flutter shut.

"Y/n?" He says, not bothering to change his voice.

"Peter." You whisper.

You sag against him, a soft sigh leaving your lips. Your leg is broken and your head is bleeding, but you're alive. Peter carries your limp body to the shore, where two paramedics place you on a stretcher.

Your mother sobs as she strokes your face, weeping tears of happiness. The doors slam shut as Peter stumbles back, struggling for air as though he's just run 3 miles at a sprint.

He hurries home, throwing off his suit and jumping into the first thing he finds. He breaks off into a sprint towards the hospital, feet slamming in time with his heart.

-

The darkness fades into soft, white light. An incessant beep fills your ears and you groan. It takes a few moments, but the events from before flood your brain.

The explosion. The water below seeming to taunt you, threatening to suffocate you within. Spider-Man, who had Peter's voice.

Peter.

You shoot upwards, searching for your phone. A nurse enters the room, rushing to your bedside.

"Shh, it's okay. Lay back down, sweetie. Do you remember what happened?" She says, quickly checking your vitals.

Weakly, you nod. Your head is aching and you notice a cast on your leg. "The explosion." Everything feels numb.

The nurse nods, eyes reflecting her emotions within. "Someone is outside to see you." She leaves and opens the door for someone else.

A brown-eyed boy enters the room, stopping at the sight of you.

For a moment, it doesn't feel real to him. Hours ago he thought it was over. That you were gone. The sight of you in a cast and bandages causes guilt to flood his heart.

Somehow, he makes it over to the bed. You look beautiful, so damn beautiful.

"Peter." you say, unashamed of the tears that roll down your cheeks. He walks to the bed, pulling you into his arms. He's shaking.

"Y/n..." He takes a moment to finish, relishing the feeling of you in his arms. Safe, protected. "I thought I lost you, I almost-" he stops himself, remembering he cannot reveal his secret.

"Peter...was that you at the bridge?" You ask. What is clearest in your memories is his voice echoing in your mind before you slip into darkness.

Peter is quiet. "I-I'm Spider-Man. I saved you." He says. "I thought I had failed you, but you're alive. You're okay." His voice cracks and he buries his head in your shoulder.

Slowly, you wrap your arms around him. One is sore and wrapped with a bandage.

"Thank you." You whisper. "You saved me."

-

Hello! Thank you so much for reading this series. I hope to post the epilogue tomorrow, so it's not quite over yet! Thank you guys for your support 💜💜💜

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[shinidamachu]

Osuwari Through The Years

Summary: a compilation of my favorite running gag featuring a little off course bonus. Because yes.

Word Count: 3.379  Genre: humour (I guess)  Fandom: InuYasha  Pairing: Inukag  Format: oneshot  AO3 Link: 🌹  Fanfic.Net Link: 🌹

He was stucked and needed help, that much was obvious. At least obvious to anyone but InuYasha, who was still stubbornly fighting against the web the disgusting youkai had expelled on him - or was it some kind of glue? Kagome had put enough distance between her and the substance to be sure of its nature - keeping the half demon hanging from a tree branch.

The creature, of course, had taken advantage of the situation to make his escape, and vanished three minutes ago with a jewel shard on his neck, which wasn’t doing much to attenuate InuYasha’s already terrible mood.

“Do you want some help there?”

“Keh! As if a weak human like you could help me.” He didn’t even look at her, which for some unknown reason ignited a spark of anger that shined red and warm inside of her.

“I’m just trying to be useful, there’s no need to be rude.” 

She could feel it coming, the inevitable fight. It was only a few stupid words away and the hanyou seemed to have an inherent talent when it came to stupidity. So much that Kagome could count the days since they had first met in one hand, while the times they had fight since then had long ago suppressed the hand scale.

“I don’t need your help, alright? I can do it by myself.” He continued to squirm, in vain.

“Yeah? How is that working out for you?” But he did not reply, so she let out a deep sigh and took the bow off her back, along with an arrow. She put them in position and pointed right at the viscous white wire that held him hanging from the tree. “Be still.”

“What? Why?” He finally looked at her and his gaze grew wide the second he did. “What the hell d’you think you’re doing?”

“Would you relax? I think I’m really getting the way of it.”

“You don’t know how to use that thing for the life of you! Put it away before you hit me!” He shouted.

And there they were, the stupid words that made the spark became fire and burn down the last little piece of patiente she still had. She let the bow down slowly, while InuYasha was muttering something she could only assume meant stupid wench.

“You know what? You don’t have to worry about me hitting you anymore. I just thought of a better way to do it.”

“I already told ya I don’t need your h-”

“Osuwari!” Sure enough, the half demon plummeted the considerable height until his face meet the ground with a reverberant sound, dragged by the Kotodama No Nenju. She walked away while he complained in form of obscenities, his face still on the floor. “You’re welcome.”

"I told you it was gonna rain!” He pointed out again as the drops kept falling in soaring intensity. It felt like the upcoming storm was only waiting for them to get far enough from the little village they had left behind so that coming back was impracticable.

As much as he hated the company of the humans, it looked like a good idea to wait there until every sign of rain disappeared from the sky before keep on travelling. 

But Kagome was so sure the weather would clear up that they simply left, despite his warnings. Sometimes her blind optimism would give him strength and make him believe in impossible things. Sometimes it would just get both of them soaking wet in the middle of nowhere.

“I heard you from the first three times!”

“Good.” He wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this so much. Specially because in normal circunstances, he would be the one wanting to continue the trip independent of any misfortune and she would be the one choosing to wait.

But now she was in a hurry. Something about having to go back home to study. And he should be mad at her, as he always is when she says she needs to go back, or angry about the fact that she had put them in such situation. But right then he was only worry she was gonna catch a cold.

It felt good to be right for once. He would never say it out loud but this was a position that almost always belonged to Kagome. And it felt even better to know that the not so unpredictable event had delayed her plans a little.

Without saying another word, he took off his suikan and placed it above her head, now that the rain was really getting stronger. Not that it would make a big difference. Nevertheless, she thanked him, which was readily answered with a “keh!”

They walked for a few more seconds before Kagome suddenly stopped.

“Look!” She pointed to a spot ahead, her voice higher with excitement. InuYasha looked at the direction she was already running to, and saw what he assumed it was a abandoned hut, hidden between the trees.

But the floor was slick from all the rain and she slipped before she got there, falling in a mud puddle placed on the path. 

“Kagome!” InuYasha ran to her.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” She said in a reassuring tone, but he needed to see for himself, so he kneeled before her and started to examine every inch of her skin, looking for bruises, but all he could find was mud: on her hair, on her clothes, on her face.

And then it hit him just how hilarious the whole thing was. Not only was she covered on mud head to toe, she had been osuwaried. Not a pleasant experience, is it? InuYasha thought the words but didn’t voice them, doing his best to fight the giggles that threatened to scape.

“It’s not funny!” She grumbled. And it was all it took. He burst out laughing, so hard and loud he wondered if it was really coming from him. InuYasha couldn’t remember the last time he laughed like that - if he had at all -, but he had to admit it was a welcome sensation, and the thought made him laugh even more. “Stop laughing!” He would if he could. “Osuwari.”

The familiar force that pulls him down every time she says the damn word acted, and now it was his face that met the mud. InuYasha should had seen that one coming. He started to get up.

“I take it back. It is funny.” Now was her time to laugh, and something about it made the half demon want to join her.

“Yeah?” InuYasha took a handful of mud and throw at her.

“Jerk!” She yelled, but there was only amusement on her voice as she counterattacked with a handful of mud of her own. And so it went, even after they had standed up and through the way to the hut, playfull fighting and laughing as the rain poured down.

"Hurry up, Kagome! Those shards aren’t going to be found on their own, you know.”

Kagome rolled her eyes to the impatient half demon sitting on her bed and continued to organize her desk, where most of the school supplies remained untouched. She took the mental note of grabbing at least one book and taking it with her to the Feudal Era.

“I told you: we’ll come back after I clean my room.” She reminded him.

“And I told you: it will be faster if you let me help!”

“I’m almost done, you don’t have to get cranky.” Kagome walked to the other side of the bedroom, where the vaccum was. “There’s only the floor left. And I don’t need your help, I have this.” She gestured to the device.

InuYasha came closer, curiously sniffing the household appliance. But the fact went unnoticed by Kagome until it was too late. She had plugged it in and in the second she did, the youkai freaked out.

He screamed so loud and jumped back in shock so high, that had her just as frightened, screaming in return. Before had even occurred to Kagome to ask him what was going on, she noticed where he had landed. The desk she had just finished organizing.

“OSUWARI!” And he fell on the ground with a sonore ploft. “What has gotten into you? You scared the hell out of me!”

InuYasha got up, but didn’t go anywhere near her.

“What has gotten into me? Why the hell do you have a kazaana in your house?” He pointed at the vaccum.

Oh! She was about to laugh when he pulled Tetsusaiga out.

“No, no, no, no, no.” She begged. “Put Tetsusaiga away! It’s just a vaccum.” She unplugged it. “See?” She added, tediously.

InuYasha did as she said and crooked his head, obviously torned between what he had seen and what she had said.

“I still have to clean the floor, so I’m gonna turn it on again, alright?” Kagome plugged the vaccum again, but when she turned back to face him, InuYasha was nowhere to be found. “InuYasha?”

And then she saw him, clinging to the light that hanged from the ceiling. Her eyes went wide with the sight.

“InuYasha, get down right now!”

“No!”

“Don’t make me say the word again, I’m not kidding.”

“Turn that thing off first.”

“InuYasha, get down here before the light-” But before she could finish, the string that kept the light - and now a very frenetic semi demon - hanging gave in to his weight, and gravity did the rest.

“...breaks.” She sighed.

He found her in a heartbeat. It was almost embarassing how fast. But in that moment, with the unmistakable combination of long pitch-black hair and tiny green skirt filling his vision, InuYasha didn’t mind at all. 

And then he saw the wolf. 

Being the one facing his direction, Kouga spotted him first, just a small glance before he turned his attention back to Kagome, as if InuYasha was an insignificant bug he decided to ignore. His hands on Kagome’s.

It was enough to make red taint his vision and his speed up on their own accord. In the blink of an eye he was between the two of them.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He growled. “Get your filthy hands off her.” InuYasha ordered, as if he hadn’t break their contact himself as soon as he reached them.

“InuYasha!” Kagome exclaimed behind him.

“What does it look like I’m doing, you stupid mutt? I’m talking to my future wife.” The bastard smiled at her, and InuYasha’s growl became deeper, his fangs positively showing now.

“Kouga-Kun, please don’t make it worse.”

“And you!” He turned to Kagome. “We have been waiting for you this whole time! I thought something had happened!”

“I’m so sorry, InuYasha. I didn’t mean to make you worry. We were talking and I lost track of time, that’s all.” He could tell she meant every word, but the very fact that she hadn’t see time pass while she was with Kouga made his blood boil.

“You know what?” He grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder before she had time to do anything beyond gasp in surprise. “You can feel sorry on our way back.” InuYasha started to walk.

“Kagome, do you want me to set you free from this pulsing dog? Just say the word and I’ll kick him on the face.” As Kouga spoke, InuYasha found strong resistance to his advances and didn’t have to look back to know it was because the stinky wolf was holding her hands again.

“Do you still want to have hands?” The hanyou asked, through teeth clenched so hard it was a miracle any word could come out of it at all.

“It’s alright, Kouga-Kun, really. He has a point. I do have to get back now. And I’m sure Ginta and Hakkaku are looking for you, somewhere. You should get back to the tribe.” Kagome rambled on nervously while InuYasha was putting all his effort on giving another step forward.

“Kagome, you are so clever.” InuYasha heard in furious anger the sound that indicated the wolf demon was kissing her hands. “No wonder I chose you to be my wife.”

“Oh, stop that.” She bashfully answered him.

“Yeah.” Agreed InuYasha. “Stop it.” And then the pressure that was keeping them on the same place dissipated, and InuYasha started to move forward again. Kouga made a disdainful sound.

“It’s a good thing for you she is around to save your ass, mutt. One of these days you won’t be so lucky.”

“Bring it on, idiot.”

“I’ll see you soon, Kagome.” He shouted, as InuYasha worked to put as much distance between the youkai and Kagome as he could.

“See you!” She yelled back enthusiastically. InuYasha deliberately adjusted her weight with a not so careful jolt, earning an annoyed, protesting sound from the school girl.

Kouga left in his peculiar speed and only then InuYasha reduced his pace. 

“Alright, he is gone. You can stop making a scene and let me down immediately.”

The half demon didn’t know what making a scene was, but he didn’t have to be a genious to realize she was madly angry. Every trace of sympathy, so characteristic of her voice, had vanished. And he knew her well enough to know he had taken a dangerous path, but he couldn’t care less. If she was mad, so was he.

“So you can osuwari me? I don’t feel like it.”

“And what makes you think I won’t do it right now?” Defied Kagome.

“I’m holding you. You can’t possibly be that stupid.”

“Let me down!” She started to hit his back with her fists and convulsively kick her legs. InuYasha tightened his arm around her.

“No.”

“InuYasha, I swear I’ll do it.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“OSUWARI!”

And so they fell, attracted to the ground by the Beads Of Subjugation on his neck. InuYasha with his face to the grass, Kagome on her back, somewhat still trapped in his embrace.

“Get off me!” She demanded furiously, pushing him away as he tried to recover from the tumble. InuYasha grabbed her stubborn hands firmly and climbed on the top of her to keep her still.

“Are you crazy? You could have gotten hurt!” InuYasha roared the words in pure anger and waited for her to curse him something in return. The reply never came. 

Instead, she sustained his gaze, defiant. Her breath was heavy and uneven from all the fuss and he could feel it warm and sweet on his face. InuYasha blinked and felt his expression softened instantly at the vision before his golden eyes: parted lips, onyx hair spread across the gras and chest going up and down beneath him. And he asked himself, which he have been doing with an alarming frequency lately, if Kagome has always been that gorgeous. 

They remained like that until the sound of Kagome’s heart, strong and fast, was the only thing breaking the silence. It wasn’t until then that he noticed just how close their faces were and that his heart  was matching the speed of hers with every passing second.

She swallowed and his eyes followed the moviment of her exposed throat, then went up to her lips and back to her eyes. InuYasha wondered what she would do if he kissed her right then, right there. But he never got the answer.

The hanyou let go of Kagome and stood up, holding out his hand to her. She ignored it and, with a deep sigh, got on her feet by herself. He watched as she  cleaned the grass away from her skirt, thinking she was one of the few people who could make all of her anger appear through the simple gesture.

And judging by how scarlet her cheeks were, Kagome was beyond angry. Sure, InuYasha knew his face was probably in the same embarrasing tone of red, but he supposed it was for a complete different reason.

“Weren’t you on a hurry?” It hadn't occurred to him he was paralyzed, observing her every move until she talked again and she sounded more tired than irritaded this time, the hanyou couldn’t tell why. “Let’s go.”

“Hum? Yeah.” Was all InuYasha was able to say as he walked to her.

(Very Slightly NSFW) BONUS 🌹: with the first ray of sunlight, the hanyou woke up to the beautiful view of his wife’s naked back. The sight was far from being a novelty, but its familiarity didn’t stop the thrill from rushing through his body or the smile from spreading across his face. And he doubt it ever would.

His lips acted on their own accord, slowly kissing their way from her back to her shoulder. InuYasha couldn’t tell exactly in what moment of the process Kagome had woken up, but now her hand was caressing the back of his head, encouraging him to keep going. It was all he needed.

InuYasha turned his attentions to her neck, a muffled “good morning” between one kiss and the other. He put his arm possessively around her waist and took the advantage to pull her close, yearning to feel every piece of her, bare skin against bare skin.

“Good morning in deed.” Kagome giggled. The hanyou smiled and sucked hungrily at her neck, causing the priestess caress to become a strong grip on his silvery hair. InuYasha relieved the hold on her waist and let his hand leisurely slither down her body. 

But before he could get any further, his body paralyzed in tension, sensitive ears twitching to the sounds of an awakened Shippou heading to their bedroom. He 

“What’s wrong?” Kagome wanted to know, hands letting go of his hair, breath still uneven from anticipation. It was Shippou who answered her question.

“Are you guys awake? I’m so hungry.” He said, outside. Kagome giggled, finally understanding. InuYasha ignored the fox demon, choosing to bite his wife’s ear lobe instead.

“Let’s just pretend we’re not here.”

“I can hear you, stupid!”

“Come on, InuYasha, aren’t you hungry too?” The priestess wanted to know. InuYasha replied with a cocky smile and a new trail of kisses to the naked flesh of her shoulders.

“Starving.”

“I know for a fact you are not that hungry ‘cause we just had a pretty good meal last night.” The hanyou knew she had a point, but the memories of the night before had on him the opposite effect she was looking for. In a bold move, InuYasha grabbed one of her breasts, caressing it the way he knew she liked it.

“Will you keep talking about food without making any? Cause my stomach started to hurt.” Complained the little demon. InuYasha growled.

“Go to Sango’s! Eat yesterday’s leftovers! I don’t care!” He exploded, and resumed on his intention of kissing every inch of his wife’s body.

“Kagome!” Shippou tried, on a pleading voice. InuYasha could even imagine the little pout on the brat’s face.

“InuYasha...” She started, and he already knew how it was gonna go.

“I know, I know.” The half demon interupted her. “Osuwari!” He finished her sentence with an inaccurate impression of her voice and sat up. Kagome looked very pleased by it.

“Just one second, Shippou-Chan! InuYasha will take care of it!”

“Yeah, I’m gonna need a little more than a second.” He said, low. Kagome bit back a laugh, which didn’t help at all. 

InuYasha sighed and stood up, picking up his clothes as he spotted them. 

“Have you seen my-” But when InuYasha looked at her to ask, he found out that his underwear was already hanging from her index finger. InuYasha smiled at her smug face and took the fabric back.

Kagome got up, putting her clothes on as well.

“What do you want to eat, brat?” InuYasha shouted.

“Fish is fine. Two fishes. Actually, make it three.” The half demon rolled his eyes and made his way to the window that would take him to the forest outside.

“InuYasha, wait!” He heard his wife call.

“Hum?” Kagome came to him and placed her tiny, smooth hands on his chest, carressing it slowly before grabbing his suikan and bring him down to meet her lips in a hot, deep kiss.

“We will continue this later.” She promised.

“Keh!”

A/N: if you were paying attention, you noticed Osuwari #3 was brought to you thanks to this hysterical post by @coolstormy4, to whom I’m dedicating this oneshot. Sara, your headcanons are amazing! I don’t know if you like to be tagged in stuff but I really hope you enjoy this one.

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Do What I Tell You - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 12,059

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Denial, Bar Sex, Death of bad guys, Sir, Voyeurism, Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Choking, Rough Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Fluffy Sex

Notes: Whoops. I feel asleep earlier and didn’t finish till now. Sorry for the long wait. Lemme know how you like thissssss. Oh and happy extended Mitch Week for @stilinski-jpeg and @minhosmeanhoe (I love you guys).

You tapped your foot impatiently on the wooden floor, picking at your nails. The wait was excruciating, but there was nothing you could do about it. When the director of the CIA has requested your presence in their office, you don’t turn them down. Now, here you were, stuck waiting to hear what was going on. You were sitting in an uncomfortable chair, reminiscing about the events that led up to this moment.

Life had a funny way of turning on a dime. One moment everything is perfect and you don’t think anything can go wrong, and the next you are drowning, the pressure around you pressing down on your chest, never relenting enough to allow you to breath. You fight your way to the surface, but only get dragged deeper in until someone reaches in to drag you out by your toes. From that moment on, you are changed, fighting to keep going with the new chances you have been given.

That was your life. Just 21 years old and you had your whole life ahead of you. You had a full-ride scholarship to Harvard for business. You had the most perfect boyfriend, Derek, whom you loved with your heart and soul. There was nothing else you needed to feel complete. You were at the peak of Mount Everest, and you had no intentions of coming down.

Until you were forcefully shoved from the tip and plummeted straight into hell.

One second you were walking down the busy streets of Cambridge, Massachusetts, staring at the ring that adorned your finger, and the next, you were laying on the pavement, shards of glass penetrating your skin. You had been out with Derek for a relaxing lunch when he surprised you with the most beautiful diamond ring in front of your face. You had agreed to take a walk after the meal, but never expected a bomb to go off in a local government building feet from you.

They said you were lucky to have survived the explosion, saying that some terrorists behind the attack had bombed multiple buildings around town, killing nearly 500 people in a total. This included Derek, and your heart in the process. When you were discharged from the hospital a week later, you headed straight to the gym to take out your frustrations on a punching bag, ignoring the tears that streamed down your face.

For six months, you took out your anger at the local gym, taking the self-defense classes that Derek always said you should take in case he “wasn’t there to take care of you.” You were physically stronger, and some could say mentally if it wasn’t for the red that clouded your vision occasionally, a deep desire for revenge filling your veins. So, when Irene Kennedy approached you offering a chance to train in the CIA, you thought you were being pranked by some of the guys at Harvard that knew what had happened.

It only became a reality when you were delivered to the doorstep of Robert Stone’s training program. He specialized in training women to utilize their natural abilities, knowing their strengths were different than that of a man’s. But the one thing you knew for sure was that Irene said he was a warrior. That was nearly a year ago, the older gentleman weeding out dozens of young women from his program until only you remained. He saw the fire inside of you, and personally trained you until you could do everything at the same level as the men in Stan Hurley’s program out at Lake Anna.

A week ago, you were sent to Langley, being told that your mentor was reporting for a mission. You didn’t question, figuring that it was important and you didn’t want to get in his way. You didn’t worry about the man, the warrior you grew to admire, believing that he would return soon. However, your stomach dropped slightly when there was a knock on your door at seven AM, being told to report to the director’s office by nine. You feared for the worst, a nagging feeling that something was wrong. Everything was beginning to go right again, so it was about that time to flip the world on you.

The door opened, causing your foot to stop tapping noisily on the floor. You glanced up at the door, peering into the dark eyes of Stan Hurley. You had only seen the man once before when he came to visit Robert. Even though you never met him personally, you could feel the intimidating aura he exuded. Robert always spoke highly of the man, Irene mentioning once that Stan was a warrior as well, being one of the best she operatives she had ever known. You respected the man in front of you, biting back the question of ‘why was he here now?’

Stan motioned you inside with his head, watching you slowly stand and sidling into the room. Irene sat at her desk, papers scattered on top of other papers. She let out a heavy sigh, leaning back in her chair as you entered.

“Take a seat, Y/N.” You did as she said without question, siting in one of the open seats in front of her. Stan took his place next to you, slouching slightly in his seat, fingers linked and resting on his stomach. Irene sighed, tossing a file in front of you. “We have a problem.” You looked at her with a confused face, hesitating on taking the file in front of you. “Stone is dead.”

Your face paled, your throat instantly dry. “W-what? That’s not possible.”

She motioned to the folder, watching you pick it up with shaking hands. Your eyes focused on the pictures inside of the tattered, bloody father figure you had grown close to in your one-on-one time. You tuned Irene out unintentionally, a mixture of emotions building inside of you. Sadness. Rage. Frustration. The urge to cry. The need for revenge.

Irene snapped her fingers in front of your face, breaking you away from the folder. You closed it quickly, placing it back on the desk. “I’m sorry. I just… How did this happen? He wouldn’t be killed so easily. He was a warrior, Irene. You told me that yourself!” You snapped, gripping the arms of the chair tightly. Stan huffed, shaking his head as Irene sighed.

“I know what I told you, but even the best can fall sometimes. He was tracking some arms dealers in Istanbul when we lost contact with him two days ago. His body was found last night in his hotel room. We can’t be sure if it was his target or if it was someone else.” You stayed silent, biting at your nail anxiously. “So, as of this moment, you will be reporting to Stan Hurley until further notice. You will be accompanying him and his recruit to Istanbul to complete the mission. I know it’s hard to think that Robert Stone is dead, but we can’t let it get to us. Once you return, we will determine what to do with you permanently now that your superior is dead.”

You bowed your head, mumbling as your stood up from your seat. You had a lot you wanted to say, but your better judgment told you not to say anything. You glanced at Irene, two simple words slipping from your lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

Stan left without a word, you following close on his heel. “Sir, what exactly is this mission anyway?” You asked as he led you from the building, headed towards the small set of apartments they allowed the agents to use. When Stan didn’t reply, you began to grow frustrated. “Sir, I’m talking to you. The least you can do is give me SOME information! Tell me about your recruit. His name? How long has he been training? Or maybe who the target is? How longer will we be there?” You continued rattling on questioned, Stan finally turning to you with a scowl on his face.

“You ask too many questions. Do me a favor, and just do what I tell you to do.” You nodded solemnly, following him up to a small apartment. He didn’t bother knocking on the door, barging straight in without a second thought. “Rapp! Front and center!” Stan hollered throughout the small building, kicking the front door shut after you walked in. He grabbed a case from the closet, heading into the living room area. You presumed it was weapons, having seen something similar with your mentor.

Your eyes locked with the whiskey brown ones of the young man in the room. Scruff adorned his jawline, slightly shielding the moles that lined his cheek. His dark chocolate locks were messy, but attractive all the same. He was wearing a black shirt with a dark jacket unzipped over it with his jeans. But what shocked you the most was that this was not your first time meeting him. You had met him the previous night. You just didn’t know he was Stan Hurley’s pupil, or an agent at all.

You walked into the bar, tugging at the bottom of the tight, red dress you decided to wear last minute. The entire trip was last minute, figuring that you needed to get out for the night while you awaited further instruction since Stone was still away. Your training was on hold and you hadn’t been out for a drink and dance since Derek was killed. One night wouldn’t kill anyone.

You stumbled through the crowd to the bar, waving at the bartender. “Can I get a Scotch, please? On the rocks,” you told him, giving him the most tempting smile you could. The bartender nodded, licking his lips slightly as he made your drink.

“That’s a pretty strong drink for a beautiful girl like you,” you heard someone’s deep, raspy voice whisper in your ear, a shiver running up your spine. The man leaned on the bar next to you, sipping his own scotch, staring into your eyes. You bit your lip carefully, trying not to mess up the lipstick you wore. You trailed your eyes over his form slowly, admiring his bulging muscles under his tight black shirt as he leaned on the bar and his perfectly round ass through his dark jeans. You took a step closer to him, resting one hand on his bicep, feeling it flex at your touch.

“What can I say? I like my drinks like I like my men. Strong, delicious, and able to fuck me up,” You told him, pressing yourself closely to him. The man licked his lips, scratching at the stubble along his jawline. “What brings a handsome man like you to the bar alone?”

“Just looking for a good time, I guess,” he whispered, one hand resting on your waist. Your skin burned through your dress, the simplest contact making your body catch fire. “My name is Mark. What’s yours, beautiful?”

You thought for a second, remembering how Robert had always said not to give away personal information to people you didn’t know. Even though you had never been on a mission, there was no telling who knew your identity and that you were a secret operative with the CIA. “Jess,” you mumbled, holding out your hand for him to shake.

Mark took your hand, kissing his gently. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Jess.”

You giggled, feeling his scruff scratch at your hand. Your skin tingled from his touch, shuffling on your feet as your body began to ache slightly. “The pleasure is all mine.” The bartender placed your drink on the bar, Mark placing money on the counter before you could. “I can pay for my own drink, Mark.”

“Well, this is on me.” You gave him a look, sipping the drink slowly. He smirked down at you, leaning in closer. “It you’re interested in paying me back, however, I’m sure we can make an arrangement.”

You swiped the corner of your lips of the scotch, smirking at him. “Buy me another drink and tell me what you had in mind.”

You found your back pressed against the bathroom door less than fifteen minutes later, another glass of scotch coursing through both of your systems. Mark fumbled with the lock on the door with one hand, hiking up your dress with the other. Your lips were attached to his, moving messily against each other. You were tugging at the bottom of his shirt, Mark pulling away long enough to allow the fabric to be ripped over his head and discarded on the dirty bathroom floor.

You heard the lock click, your body pulled away from the door. Mark stumbled backwards, his lips on yours again, his tongue instantly sneaking into your mouth to massage your own. You ran your hands along his toned torso, his muscles flexing at your touch. His hands roamed your chest, squeezing your breasts through the dress you were wearing. You moaned into his mouth, accidently biting his lip.

He pulled away, running his tongue over the bite mark. You muttered an apology, Mark smirking. “It’s fine, babe. I’m just getting you a little excited, aren’t I?” he mumbled in a raspy voice, lust laced in his tone. His finer swiped at the thin, material of your thong, his smirk widening. “Oh yeah, definitely turning you on. You’re soaked right now, Jess.”

Your back hit another wall, Mark tugging the front of your strapless dress down, your breasts falling free in front of him. His head immediately dipped down, taking the hardened peak between his lips in a rough kiss, his hand gripping the other fiercely. Your head fell back against the wall, your moan echoing off the bathroom walls. Your hands tangled in his hair, tousling it as you tugged at its roots. His tongue lapped at your nipple, tugging it with his teeth and lips relentlessly. His fingers tweaked your other nipple, relishing in the noises you made.

You tugged him by the hair away from your chest, forcing your lips onto his. He returned the kiss just as quick, a small spark running from your lips through the rest of your body. His hands met your waist, pushing the rest of your dress down, letting it pool around your feet. You smiled into the kiss, stepping out of the dress, leaving your heels on your feet. Your hands met his chest, pushing against him as you flipped him against, his back hitting the bathroom wall in your place.

Your lips trailed down his neck to his chest, your fingers nibbling working on his belt and jeans. You kissed along the hem of his jeans slowly, taunting him as you slowly tugged his jeans and boxers down his legs. They gathered around his ankles, your hand grasping his cock. You heard him grunt, watching you closely You just winked up at him, smearing the precum around his tip with your thumb.

“Come on, baby,” he rasps, his cock twitching between your fingers. “You know you want to suck me. You know you want me to cum in your pretty little mouth.” Your mouth watered at is words, licking at the bright red tip with your tongue. He groaned, staring down at you, his eyes growing heavy with desire. Your lips wrapped around the head, sucking at it sweetly, enjoying the taste of his precum slathering your taste buds

You glanced up at him, hearing his panting speeding up. You hummed against him, using both hands to grip his ass, bobbing your head along his length. His groans got louder, his hand finding its way to the back of your head. His grip on your hair was tight, leading your head against him. You mewled happily, tongue running up and down his shaft, massaging the pulsing vein present on the underside of his cock.

“Shit, baby,” he grunted loudly, his hips jerked forward slightly. Your fingers held his ass tighter, pulling him against you, the tip of his cock tapping the back of your throat. Your nose was buried in the dark, curly hairs at the base of his cock, bobbing your head quickly along this entire length. You heard Mark mumbling incoherently, his cock twitching against your cheeks. The next time it hit the back of your throat, white, hot cum spilled from the tip, sliding down your throat like a waterfall. You mewled happily at the feeling, the salty sweet taste causing your pussy to ache.

Mark pulled you from his cock, physically ripping your thong from your waist, throwing it across the bathroom, the ruined material landing perfectly in the trash. He wrapped his arms around you, motioning you to jump, your legs wrapping around his waist as you did. His cock pressed against his stomach, feeling the warmth and moisture that seeped from your core. He placed you on the sink, holding your legs up with his hands. His lips trailed down them, nipping at your skin.

“You look sexy when you’re wearing just heels. Just don’t stab me with them while I fuck you, baby,” he murmured deeply. Your hand dipped between your bodies, aligning him to your entrance.

“No promises,” you whispered in the sexiest tone you could muster, Mark grumbling as he jerked forward, cock buried hilt deep in one fast motion. You didn’t bother to stifle your moan, gripping at the side of the sink tightly. You had no time to adjust, his cock thrusting deeply in and out of the confines of your walls. You spread your legs as wide as they could go, fingers bruising your delicate skin from his hold. His hips bucked into yours, his force of his thrusts driving you insane. Your stomached coiled tightly, your orgasm building inside of you.

Mark leaned forward, your lips messily meshing together, muffling your borderline screaming moans from filling the room. His cock hit your g-spot constantly, your senses spiraling out of control. When he pulled away, sucking marks down your neck, he watched your breasts bounce happily with his powerful thrusts. He watched your hand move between your legs, your fingers rubbing harsh circles to your swollen clit, feeling the coil unwinding.

His thrusts were growing sloppy, cock pulsing and twitching uncontrollably inside you. He mumbled just loud enough for you to hear, telling you to cum for him. You couldn’t control your actions, your walls clenching tightly around him, juices leaking around his cock. The feeling of your tight, wet pussy caused his cock to sputter for the second time, his seed spilling from the tip into the depths of your core. His movements slowed, your legs lulling against his sides as he rode out your highs.

He pulled out slowly, lifting you off the sink. You quietly redressed, only hearing the clang of the belt as Mark pulled up his pants, his shirt covering his chest as before. You picked up your purse, reapplying some make up in the mirror, Mark wrapping his arms around your waist. He kissed up your neck, nipping at your earlobe. “That was fun, baby. We should do it again.”

You grinned, packing away your make up. Turning to him, you placed a slow kiss to his cheek, leaving a very evident lipstick mark in its place. “Well, seeing as you tore my thong, we will have to postpone that. I’m not up to dancing without one. So, let’s take a raincheck, sweetheart.” He eyed you when you turned on your heel, swaying your hips slightly as you headed for the door. With one final wink, you slipped out, leaving the bar quietly.

You bit your lip, staring at your feet, shuffling anxiously where you stood. Mitch turned away slightly, trying to avoid eye contact. He knew you recognized him, and you knew he recognized you. Stan looked between you both, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Is there going to be a problem with you two working together?”

The young man in the room shook his head. “No, sir.”

“Good,” Stan huffed. “Y/N, meet Mitch Rapp. The punk ass kid I’ve been stuck with for the last year.” You nodded at Mitch, Mitch returning the simple gesture. “Now that we are done with the introductions, get packed, Rapp. You’re gonna cover my ass.”

Mitch eyed you for a second, hesitating on questioning his mentor. “With all due respect, sir, why is she here? You aren’t her superior.”

Stan glared back at Mitch, grumbling to himself. “Do not question me, Rapp. Do what I tell you to do, and get ready to go. Our plane leaves in twenty.” Stan didn’t wait for a reply, hurrying out the door. Mitch eyed you again, heading to grab a black duffel bag from the tiny bedroom. You stood in the same spot, waiting for Mitch to return.

He motioned towards the door when he walked out, hearing you sigh lightly. “Can we talk about this, Mitch?” You whispered the question, but Mitch heard you clearly.

“Later. When we arrive wherever we are going, we will talk this out,” he whispered back, letting you lead the way to the landing strip on base. Stan was already seated on the plane when you arrived, you and Mitch sitting across from him. It was silent as the plane took off, no one breaking the silence until you were well on your way to your destination.

Mitch finally leaned forward, staring intently at Stan. “If I may, what’s the mission, sir? You haven’t told me anything.”

You nodded in agreement, looking at the older man in front of you. “Agreed. You said you would give me more information when we got Mitch. We have him. So, what are we doing?”

Stan huffed, digging into the bag by his side. He dropped some folders on the table you were around, Mitch picking it up instantly to flip through the pictures. You caught sight of the name on the file, reading the two words carefully.

‘Sharif Hamdi’

Mitch handed you the folder when he was done, allowing you to look through the pictures yourself. You glanced up at Stan, seeing him awaiting your reaction. “Is this the man responsible for what happened?” You asked quietly, missing Mitch’s eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

Stan shook his head, taking the file from your outstretched hand. “We don’t know. We have reason to believe he is, seeing as this is who he was tailing when he was killed. But do not act rashly. You will get yourself killed.” He stuffed the file back in his bag, looking between you and Mitch. “The mission is simple. Eliminate the target. We will be set up in a hotel in Istanbul. You two will share a room, so try not to kill each other.”

“No promises,” you mumbled under your breath, Mitch shooting you a glare when he elbowed your ribs. You knew it was a low jab at him, and you felt somewhat bad for saying it, but you needed to confront him on the matter. Stan gave you both a look, ignoring the looks you shared with Mitch. You sat back in your seat, gnawing on your nail, anxiety at its peak.

When you finally arrived in Istanbul, you immediately headed for the hotel, Stan disappearing into his room. You silently followed Mitch into your room, Mitch disappearing into one of the rooms to drop off his stuff. Your feet acted before your mind, following after him, wanting answers.

Mitch looked up at you when you stormed into his room, shoving against his chest. “Who the fuck do you think you are, huh ‘Mark’? Show up at that bar, just to fuck me? Was that a test or something? Why were you there that night?”

Mitch grabbed your wrists, keeping you from fighting back at him. “You’re not thinking clearly. I didn’t know who the fuck you were that night. I was just there to have a drink and relax after a hard day of training.”

“Oh, so you just fuck every girl willing to spread her legs at the bar?” You sneered, struggling against him. “Why the hell are you lying to me, Mitch? I don’t believe you!”

“I’m lying to you? You flirted back!” Mitch yelled, growing frustrated. “I don’t go around fucking any girl. You were the first girl I’ve done anything with in over a year. So, don’t go around saying that I’m just going to fuck anyone. And remember one little detail. You left me!”

You struggled against him, falling into his chest. “You’re an ass. You got me somewhat drunk and took advantage of me.”

He pushed you back onto the bed, crawling over you quickly. “You were stone cold sober. Two little glasses of scotch did nothing to you. I can tell when someone is drunk, and you weren’t even close.” His hot breath hit your face, panting with his anger. “I didn’t know you were an agent, you didn’t know I was an agent. We lied to each other. We need to get over that, or we will not be able to fulfill this mission.”

He got off you slowly, walking away from the bed. You glared at him, unhappy with how calm he was. “Why are you so calm?” You asked, following after him. “You don’t just fuck a girl you don’t know! You dirty piece of shit!”

He growled, turning you into the wall, his hands slamming against it on either side of your head. “Get it through your thick head. It was a fucking mistake. I figured one night wouldn’t kill me and I would never see you again anyway. So, we are going to get passed this and focus on the mission. You will do as I tell you to do, as Stan tells you to do, and forget this ever happened. Got it?” You just stared at the hard expression on his face, slightly aroused by the fierceness in his voice. When he got no reply, he slammed his hand against the wall, his voice rising. “Answer me!”

You bit your lip, looking away from him. “Yes sir.”

Mitch pulled away, heading into his bathroom. “Good. Now get to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”

You hastily walked from his room, shutting the door behind you. You ran a hand through your hair, letting out a heavy sigh. “This is fucked up. Of all people I could meet in the bar, it had to be another agent. A sexy agent who turns me on by yelling at me. This is so wrong.” You slapped your cheeks softly, trying to focus. “Get him out of your mind, Y/N. Never let it get personal. He was just a good lay in the bar. You will be fine.”

You headed into your room, not knowing that Mitch was repeating the same words and actions to himself about you.

Stan briefed you on the plan the next morning. You were perched in an abandoned building across from a small restaurant, your trusty sniper rifle perched on the window sill, staring down Hamdi at the bar inside. You strongly excelled in long range sniping so Stan had you as support for this stake out. Mitch was inside, closest to the target, his phone pressed to his ear as if he was on a business call. Stan stood as lookout on the streets, his sunglasses perched on his nose.

You heard faint chatter over your headset, watching a mysterious man approaching Hamdi. You tried to focus on what was happening between them, Mitch muttering about him to Stan. “Just keep your eyes open and wait for my orders,” Stan mentioned, Mitch uttering a ‘yes sir’ back to him. You watched Hamdi slide his hand along the bar, the mysterious man taking something from him.

“The man he is with just got something from the target. Your orders, sir?” You asked Stan. The mysterious man leaned on the bar, glancing around the restaurant they were in. “Sir, what are you orders?” You repeated.

The man stood up, heading for the door. “Something’s wrong,” Mitch said, standing up abruptly from his chair. He was staring directly at the man Hamdi was with, the man turning his head in Mitch’s direction. In a blink of an eye, the man pulled out a gun, shooting at Mitch, who ducked down behind the tables. The crowd erupted into chaos, Hamdi being hurried from the restaurant with his bodyguard. “Target’s gone!” You heard Mitch say.

You followed Hamdi with your rifle, finger itching on the trigger. “I have a shot. Shall I take him out, sir?”

“Do not take that shot, Y/N,” Stan said, his tone firm. “There are too many guards around. Do not give away your position.”

“If I take out the king, the knights shall fall, right sir? I can take out the king right now!” You rebutted, finger closing in on the trigger. You had a perfect shot, Hamdi directly in your line of fire.

“Y/N, don’t! You said you would do as I said, now listen to me!” Mitch shouted. Your hesitated just a second too long at the sound of his voice before your finger closed on the tripped, the bullet firing from the barrel. Normally you wouldn’t regret the sht, except when the bullet drove into the skull of Hamdi’s guard instead of Hamdi himself.

Your eyes widened, seeing the guards turn in your direction. “Shit!” You screamed, pulling your rifle away from the window quickly. You slung your rifle over your shoulder, jetting from the room.

“Mission terminated,” came Stan’s gruff voice over your headset. “Get out of there right now and get to the meet up.” You tugged the earpiece out, discarding it into a broken, fake plant in the hallway. You were almost out the door when you were grabbed from behind, a hand covering your mouth. You struggled against your captor, failing miserably. You caught sight of Mitch watching you from the entrance of the restaurant before you were thrown in the trunk of a car, the tires squealing as it took off. Stan watched Mitch do the unthinkable, jumping into a pedestrian’s car and following after you.

You were dragged from the trunk, night having begun to fall already. You were roughly dragged into a hotel suite, your hands tied behind your back, your spare guns removed and discarded. You were dropped onto the floor in front of Sharif Hamdi himself, a scowl on his face.

“What do we have here?” He asked, his accent thick. “A little rat hiding amongst the mice. What brings a beauty like yourself to aim a rifle at me?” You spat at him, earning a slap across the face in return. “Bitch.” He turned to the guards in the room, speaking to them in Turkish. They left the room, Hamdi hovering over you. “Now what to do with you?” You were pulled from the floor and thrown on the bed, your screams not leaving the room.

He attempted to get you to speak, cuts and bruises lining your body from his attacks. Neither of you heard the commotion outside the room, Hamdi too focused on you, you too focused on the pain he inflicted. When the door was kicked open, Mitch standing with his gun pointed at Hamdi, he fell back on the bed, holding his hand out to him. Mitch had some blood dripping from his forehead, a few cuts along his skin.

“Please, have mercy,” Hamdi begged. Mitch was silent, his finger ready on the trigger.

“Did you do it?” you gasped out, both eyes turning to you, Mitch never dropping the gun. “Did you kill Robert Stone?”

Hamdi narrowed his eyes, shaking his head before turning back to Mitch, staring down the barrel of the Barretta. “No,” came his brief reply. Mitch glanced at you once more, seeing you nod, closing your eyes as the gun went off, blood splattering over your body.

Mitch untied you and helped you from the suite, taking you back to your hotel where Stan was waiting. The look on his face told you he wasn’t thrilled with neither actions from his subordinates, the wrinkles on his face creasing more than normal. Mitch placed you on the couch, turning to the frustrated Stan.

“Who authorized you to make contact?” He questioned Mitch, looking over at you. “And who authorized you to take the shot? You were strictly told not once, but twice, not to take that shot!”

You flinched at his words, Mitch stepping in front of you. “She was just doing what she thought was right. You told us to eliminate the target.”

“Don’t defend her, Rapp,” Stan grumbled. “What about you?’

“I took the initiative, sir,” Mitch replied, a hard look on his face.

“You disobeyed a direct order,” Stan muttered calmly, turning his eyes to you again. “You both did.”

“No. I made a decision to pursue the target and save my comrade. And I completed the mission. And sir, isn’t that what were here to do? Isn’t that my job? Our job?” Mitch retorted, motioning to you both. Stan growled, glaring at you both.

“Your job’s to do what I tell you to do!” Stan yelled, angrily looking between you both. Mitch sighed, running his hand through his hair, hearing you let out a soft whimper. Stan groaned, massaging his temple. “Get some rest. We will discuss this in the morning.”

Stan left, the door clicking shut behind him. Mitch turned to you, seeing your slightly shaking form. He carefully lifted you from the couch, carrying you to the bathroom in your room. He started a warm shower, wiping some of the blood on your cheek away with his thumb. “You get in the shower. I will grab you some clean clothes.”

You just nodded slowly, tugging your shirt over your head, ignoring the fact that Mitch was still in the bathroom. Mitch turned on his heel, a faint pink hue dusting his cheeks. Sure, he had seen you naked before, but he wanted to respect your privacy at this point. He rummaged through your bag, finding some clean clothes for you to wear. He reentered the bathroom, placing the clothes on the counter, trying not to glance at you.

“Thank you, Mitch,” you hollered over the shower, hearing his heavy footsteps. He turned to you instinctively, his mouth going slack slightly. He cursed the fact that the shower was glass, seeing every inch of your naked body through the slightly fogged surface. The water cascaded over your curves, pooling at your feet. Your hands were running through your hair, your perky breasts pushed together slightly from your raised arms, nipples hard. Your back arched just the slightest bit, ass protruding with the arch.

Mitch groaned trying to readjust his hardened cock through his jeans. It took everything in him not to strip and jump in the shower with you, the urge itching its way to the surface slowly. He rushed out quickly, the door slamming shut behind him. You turned at the noise, your head cocking slightly in confusion.

You rubbed the towel through your hair after your shower, feeling somewhat refreshed after the events of the evening. You dressed in the clothes Mitch left, wandering into the living room to find him and thank him. He was nowhere to be found, all the lights off. You wondered if he had gone to bed, as instructed by Stan, but the faint light that slipped through the crack in his bedroom door reassured you he was awake. Your steps were silent as you approached his temporary room, your ears picking up the throaty groan he let out.

You peeked through the cracked door, spotting Mitch laying on his bed. His eyes were closed, his body void of any clothes. His fingers were wrapped around his cock, jerking it furiously in his hand. Your eyes widened at the sight, thighs rubbing together at the instant ache that was forming. Mitch was groaning lowly, stroking his cock quickly, occasionally using his other hand to play with his balls.

“Shit, baby,” he mumbled, smearing the precum on the tip with his thumb. You licked your lips, squirming on your feet as your watched him. You weren’t sure what he was imagining, but he was surely pleased with it. He was grunting loudly, his fist jerking his cock rapidly. You placed your hand carefully on the doorframe, leaning closer to get a better look. “You’re so tight, Y/N.”

Your breath hitched, leaning forward too far when you heard your name from his lips. The door squeaked slightly, your body turning to hide behind the wall. You waited for a second, listening for any movement from Mitch. When you heard nothing, you peeked through the crack, meeting Mitch’s dark orbs. He was staring directly at you, a giant smirk on his face. Your face paled, frozen in your spot.

“Come in here, Y/N,” Mitch huskily lets out, your feet moving on their own whim. You stopped at the side of the bed, biting your lip. Mitch was fully exposed to you, his cock twitching against his stomach. “Are you enjoying watching me jerk off? You’re getting turned on watching me?”

You turned away, huffing slightly. “Why would I be getting turned on, Rapp? Remember, we agreed that there was nothing between us?”

Mitch grinned, getting up off the bed, standing in front of you. His fingers played with the hem of your baggy shirt, tugging at it slightly. “There doesn’t need to be anything going on between us. Two people can’t be aroused by each other? A guy can’t masturbate to the thought of a gorgeous woman?” He tugged your shirt over your head, happy and stunned that you didn’t fight him off as he did. You weren’t wearing a bra after your shower, Mitch staring at your breasts. “God, the things I would do to you if I could,” he mumbled lowly.

You bit your lip, feeling your arousal pooling in your panties. “Well, what would you do to me?” Mitch’s head snapped up to yours, watching you bite at your lip. “You said it’s nothing. Just natural bodily functions, right? People can get turned on,” You mumbled, staring directly into Mitch’s eyes. He grinned, his hands gripping your cheeks, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. It was fast and unexpected, his lips moving quickly against yours. You didn’t argue, immediately returning the feverish kiss with the same amount of vigor. You pushed yourself against him, your chest colliding with his.

Mitch pushed you onto the bed, tugging your shorts down quickly and throwing them across the room. He jumped on the bed after you, nestling himself between your spread legs. His middle finger swiped at your core, hearing you mewl happily. He grinned, licking the bit of juice he got from your pussy, ignoring the glare you had when he pulled away.

“I want to cum on your tits, baby,” Mitch muttered, a blush rising to your cheeks. With everything you had done with Derek in college, that was never one. It was something new, and you felt the butterflies fluttering in your stomach with anticipation. He grasped his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. “You know what would be even better? If you masturbate with me, baby,” he said, looking down at you. “Remember our deal? Your job’s to do what I tell you to do. And I’m telling you to finger yourself while I cum on your beautiful tits.”

You silently nodded, your hand sliding down your body sexily, Mitch groaning, beginning to jerk his cock quicker. Your fingers met the soaking wet folds of your pussy, two fingers dipping in carefully. Mitch watched your fingers sink inside your walls, his hold tightening on himself. You used one hand to grasp your breasts, fondling it gently. Your eyes locked on his stiff cock, his hand fisting it rapidly, heavy pants already falling from his lips. You weren’t sure how long he had been masturbating, but he was bound to be closer to his orgasm than you were. You were just a show for him, live porn as it was, but you didn’t care in this moment.

You pulled your fingers from your pussy, placing them at your clit. Your rubbed small circles on the swollen nub, feeling it growing more with your desire. The smallest touch sent your senses spiraling, a loud moan falling from your lips. Mitch grunted, the pulsing in his cock becoming overwhelming. Streams of hot white cum shot from the tip, covering your breasts and stomach in globs of his delicious juices. Your fingers rubbed quickly at your clit, trying to drive yourself to your own orgasm.

Your hand was ripped from your clit, two manly fingers thrusting harshly into your pussy. Your hand covered your mouth before your scream could hit the walls, Mitch’s fingers making their way into you swiftly. They were curled just the tiniest bit, brushing your sensitive walls with every quick thrust. His fingertips tapped your g-spot, sending spasms up your spine. His head dipped down, tongue running lucidly over your clit. Your mind blanked, barely able to make out the shapes and figures he drew on your engorged nub, wrapping his lips around it when he placed a sucking kiss at it.

Your breathing increased, body shaking violently. Mitch grinning against your skin, pulling out of you the first time he felt your walls clench tightly around him. Your whimper hit his ears, your eyes cracking open to see him lick his fingers clean of your juices. “Why’d you stop?” You asked quietly, throat dry from your heavy breathing. He didn’t answer, leaning forward over you, the head of his cock prodding at your entrance. His lips met yours in another sloppy kiss, your hands reaching around his back to hold him still.

Inch by inch, his cock slid inside you until he was buried to the hilt, his groan mixing with your moan. He wrapped your legs around his waist, his hips snapping into yours, bucking against you at an ungodly speed. You had to time to adjust, your body already stimulated beyond belief.

He pulled away from the kiss, supporting himself on his hands, using his feet to give him extra leverage pushing himself forward.  His thrusts were rough and hard, his balls slapping against your ass in his haste. The sound of slapping skin filled the room, your mewls of pleasure bouncing between the walls.

Mitch shifted forward, his cock sliding deeper into you. It tapped at your cervix, your nails scraping down his toned back continuously. One hand reached forward, Mitch wrapping his fingers tightly, but gently, around your throat. It wasn’t hard enough to constrict your breathing, but there was enough pressure to warrant a wave of excitement coursing through your body. He squeezed at your throat, your walls closing around him instantly, juices coating his cock. Your back arched from the bed, a loud moan slipping from your lips. Your toes curled into the white sheets of the bed, your nails clawing his back until it was red and raw, small bits of blood seeping from the scratches.

He pulled out abruptly, your body being flipped over hastily. Your hands and knees rested on the bed, Mitch’s hand running down your back. He pulled your hips back against him, his stiff length sliding into you before your mind could register what was happening. He filled you to the brim, your face burying in the pillows to hide your noises.

One hand held your hips firm, his hips thrusting forward into you. He started off slow, teasingly pulling out of you before slipping back in. He watched his cock emerge from your pussy, wet with your fluids, before it slid back into, consumed in the tight feeling you gave him. You whined, looking back at him. “Faster, Mitch.”

Mitch silently complied, bucking his hips faster against you. Your fingers twisted in the sheets, Mitch grunting quietly. One hand scraped down your back, red marks met in its wake, until it got to your ass. Mitch grinning, slapping your ass cheek sharply. Your squealed at the feeling, feeling his hand connect multiple times as his speed increased. The stinging jolted through your body, a massive spot of red on your skin.

“You like that, baby?” Mitch grunted deeply, hearing you whimper into the pillows. His hand shot out, tangling in your locks, tucking back on his briskly. “I can’t hear you. Moan my name, baby,” he uttered, your name slipping from your lips before he even finished talking. Mitch felt your walls contracted sporadically around him, his thrusts sloppy. “That’s right. Cum with me,�� he huffed, his seed spilling inside you with one rough thrust. The feeling of his juices shooting into your pussy shook you, your juices leaking out to mix with him. His hold on your hair didn’t relent, keeping you from shielding your loud moans in the pillows. His movements slowed, riding out your highs slowly.

You collapsed face first on his bed when he pulled out, the cum on your chest and stomach smearing into the sheets. Mitch laughed quietly, shuffling to the bathroom to grab a towel. He rolled you over, cleaning the sticky wet glop from your body, your eyes falling slightly.

“Mitch,” you whispered, faintly seeing him glance at you. “Are we going to forget this time too?”

He sighed, running his hand through your hair. “We really should.” He saw the frown form on your lips, frowning himself. “Let’s just…start over, alright?” You looked up at him, seeing a small smile on his face. “My name is Mitch Rapp. I lost my fiancé to terrorists on a beach over a year ago. I began training with Stan Hurley so that I can protect those who can’t protect themselves. To stop terrorists from taking another innocent life.”

You giggled, realizing how little you had known about the man. He was oddly similar to yourself, and that was probably why you were naturally drawn to him in that bar, even without knowing it. “My name is Y/N L/N. My fiancé was killed in a bombing less than an hour after he proposed. I joined so I could get revenge, stopping anyone who harms another being.” You both laughed aloud. You held out your hand, waiting for him. “Allies?”

Mitch grinned, shaking your hand. “Allies.” He looked down at the ruined sheets, picking you up off the bed. “I hope you don’t mind, but we are sleeping in your room.”

You didn’t think you would grow so close to him so fast.

After the events in Istanbul, you had moved to Rome, tracking the mystery man’s movements, trying to determine who he was. You spent a lot of time with Mitch, analyzing data you picked up on patrols of the town. You got to know each other on a more personal level, keeping your hands to yourself more than half the time. You couldn’t help yourself a few times, Mitch pouring you shot after shot of the whiskey he had bought from the shop on the corner. You would make out on the couch before disappearing into someone’s room, naked bodies tangling in the sheets. You never talked about it, and it was beginning to cloud your mind.

Stan stormed into the hotel one day, demanding you both to, and I quote, “get your asses downstairs into the car.” You were in the middle of looking at analyzing the crappy photo in front of you, trying to determine who the man was, Mitch scanning any security footage he could find. You looked at each other, Mitch’s expression somewhat unreadable, before bolting out the door and jumping into the car with Stan.

Stan was silent, Mitch finally breaking the silence. “Who is that guy? In Istanbul? You’ve had us tracking him for a week now, but it always feels like he is one step ahead of us.”

You swallowed, nodding. “Just yesterday, there was an explosion near the wharf. Mitch caught him on camera feeling the scene.” You cracked open your laptop, turning the screen to show Stan the footage.

Stan sighed, rubbing his face. “Everything he did out there, I taught him how to do it,” he mumbled, ignoring the looks you and Mitch were giving him. “His name is Ghost. But that’s not why you’re here. Six days ago, fifteen kilos of plutonium were stolen from a facility in Istanbul. The men that were handling it were shot, the plutonium disappearing. It’s weapons grade.”

Mitch loaded a fresh magazine into his Berretta, looking at the gun in his hands. “So, what’s the mission sir.”

Stan pushed his glasses further up his nose, grunting. “You have forty-eight hours to stop it. Otherwise, it’ll kill hundreds of thousands of people.” The car stopped, the door opening for you and Mitch. “I have other matters to attend to. Call me when you know something.”

You silently nod, getting out of the car with Mitch. You watched the car disappear around a corner, adjusting your rifle on your shoulder. Mitch glanced at you, carefully taking your hand in his. “You need to promise me something before we start searching for this guy.” His eyes were serious, a silent nod of the head telling him to continue. “You need to do what I tell you to do. At the first sign of danger, and I tell you to get the hell out of there, you do it. Got it?”

“But Mitch,” you began to protest, seeing his serious face. “Yes, sir,” You mumbled, running off down the road to begin your search for this ‘Ghost’ person.

To say the search was a wild ride was an understatement. You had tracked Ghost to a hotel, being ambushed by a group of men he was with. Mitch took some good hits for you, his black shirt slightly torn at his shoulder when he dodged one of the men’s knives. You got away with a slightly bruised cheek from a slap before Mitch attacked the men, his Berretta being put to good use. Before more men could rush in from the commotion, he grabbed you and jumped from the jumped, shielding your body on the way down.

Your lead led you into the sewers under Rome, Mitch driving a black sedan through the men guarding the gates. When you had gotten through the gates, you followed Mitch carefully through the winding halls. You feared what was down there, but Mitch muttered soothing words, sensing the fear you held. You found Ghost down there again, getting attacked and barely escaping a small explosion that was set for you.

You were followed from the sewers, barely registering the first slight of the sun peeking over the buildings. Mitch had jumped into a car, shoving it into drive before you could get situated in the back with your rifle, preparing the attack anyone on your rear. Of course, you cursed Mitch loudly for his reckless driving as you were pursued. He crashed into oncoming cars, causing a few traffic collisions in his escape.

To your surprise, Mitch had the brilliant idea to capture on of Ghost’s accomplices, interrogating him to find out where he would be. When he spilled the beans and told you about the boats at the docks, Mitch took out the guy, leading you outside. He jumped into the driver’s seat, rubbing his shoulder, near where his shirt was torn. You glanced at his face, noting the blood, sweat and grime that clung to his skin. He was in worse shape than you, since he insisted on taking the hits for you.

“Don’t get yourself hurt, Mitch,” you whispered, tugging at the collar of his shirt to see the blood and bruises he was hiding. He shrugged you off, sighing.

“I’m fine.” You looked down at your lap, hearing Mitch sigh again. He gripped your chin, making you look at him. He smiled, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. “I’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. Let’s just get this fucker, alright?”

You smiled at his action, ignoring the warm feeling you felt inside. “Right. Just be careful please, Mitch.”

He drove you both to the docks, finding the boat the Ghost was supposed to be on. It didn’t take long to find him, Ghost rushing you both as soon as you entered the room. Even though you and Mitch had never fought together, you worked well together, keeping up with Ghost’s movements perfectly.

At one point, Ghost kicked you in the chest, sending you toppling to the floor, crashing into the wall with a grunt. Mitch growled, Ghost glaring at his replacement. “It’s too late, Rapp. The bomb will be going off soon. It’s headed straight to the White House in Washington. You’re too late, Rapp.”

You heard the faint whirl of a helicopter, seeing Ghost preoccupied with Mitch. You groaned, sitting up slowly, grabbing your rifle from the spot in landed on the floor. You stood up slowly, seeing Mitch kick Ghost into a table. He glanced at you, seeing the look on your face. “Do I have permission to shoot?”

Mitch hesitated, nodding slowly. “Take them out, babe.”

Your stomach churned at the pet name, slipping out of the room before Ghost could notice. You saw a helicopter flying off in the distance, sliding along the deck to ready your rifle. It took you a mere second to align the shot, the bullet buried straight into the propeller. It began to sputter, falling towards the water of the Tyrrhenian Sea. Mitch and Ghost came out on deck, Ghost cursing loudly as he disappeared from view.

Mitch helped you up, a helicopter hovering overhead. A rope was lowered, Stan in the helicopter yelling at you to climb aboard. Mitch looked at the rope, then in the direction that Ghost disappeared. You looked at him, knowing he was thinking something dangerous. “Mitch, no. We’re leaving.”

He grabbed your cheeks, rubbing them with his thumbs. “I have to stop him, Y/N. I can’t let him get away.”

You swallowed thickly, tears trickling over his fingers. “But the bomb. I shot it out of the sky. It’s going to blow any second. The further that helicopter sinks, the greater the pressure on that bomb. We need to leave, now.”

“You promised me,” he stated, holding a steady look. “You said you would do what I tell you. Now, I am telling you this. As your ally, as your comrade.” He paused, a small smile on his lips. “As your lover, even though neither of us want to admit it. As your future husband if that’s what makes you happy. You do what I tell you and climb that rope. I will be back soon. Remember, I love you.”

He pulled you into a quick, passionate kiss, every feeling he had passing through his lips to yours. You moaned against him, his warmth disappearing quickly as he took off into a run, jumping off the side of the boat. “What? Mitch?” You watched him jump, landing a speedboat as it passed. He rolled safely onto the boat, Ghost turning back to him. The boat took off, leaving you alone. “Mitch!”

“Get up here, Y/N!” Stan yelled. “We’re going after him!” You didn’t waste time, slinging the rifle over your shoulder, climbing the rope quickly.

In a split second, the bomb went off in the middle of the water. You fell the vibration run through your body, starting to feel anxious. Mitch was still out there. Your gripped tightly to the edge of the helicopter, watching the water beginning to rise from the explosion, a tidal wave ripping its way towards shore. You could feel the force, the feeling growing stronger the closer you got to the blast.

You saw Mitch in the boat, no sigh of Ghost, heading straight for the tsunami. You grabbed the rope with a hook on the end, throwing it over the side. “Mitch!” You hollered, seeing him glance up at the helicopter, keeping a steady hold on the controls of the speedboat. You saw his face covered in blood, a pit of guilt in your stomach. “Grab the hook! Hurry! Get up here! Please,” You pleaded, Mitch reaching for the hook dangling from the copter.

The rest was slow motion for you. Stan and military officer pushed you aside, watching Mitch climb the rope. They were holding out their hands, ready to help Mitch into the helicopter, the water approaching quickly. Mitch grabbed the officer’s hand, getting pulled inside quickly, the door slamming shut.

Mitch landed next to you, panting for air. The helicopter began to rumble, alarms blaring from the cockpit. Stan looked at you and Mitch, huffing. “Hold on tight. This is going to be a wild ride.” You looked confused, Mitch instantly launching himself over you as the rush of air and water jostled the helicopter. He pressed you against the wall, the helicopter beginning to spiral out of control. Your head was rushing, Mitch burying his tattered face in your hair. He whispered soothing words to you, trying to keep you calm, though it did little to your nerves. Your breathing was uncontrollable, fear and panic setting in. Your vision began to spot from the lack of air, blacking out before you knew what was happening.

You groaned as your eyes fluttered open, sunlight peeking through the window and hitting your face. You sat up slowly in the bed, glancing around to figure out where you were. You were back in your apartment at the CIA headquarters. You noticed you had been changed into fresh clothes, staring at the bandages that were wrapped around your various cuts and bruises. You couldn’t remember what had happened. The last thing you could recall was the water approaching after the bomb went off and the helicopter beginning to spiral out of control.

Stan walked in, a stack of papers in his hand. “You’re awake. Have a nice nap?” he asked, a small smile forming on your face. You didn’t know he could make jokes. He put the papers in his hands on the table next to you, looking at you for an answer.

“I’m fine, thank you. Just a bit sore, I guess,” you uttered, Stan taking a seat in the chair beside the bed. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened? The last thing I remember was being in the helicopter.”

“You had a panic attack when the force from the explosion hit the helicopter. You passed out from the lack of air. But, the surge of water from the explosion dissipated before it hit land. Some streets had some minor flooding, but no real damage and no civilian death. Hank was able to regain control of the helicopter and we were able to land safely. As soon as we were on the ground, you and Rapp were rushed to the hospital to get checked,” Stan told you, your eyes snapping open at the mention of Mitch.

“Mitch! Is he ok? Where is here? I should go see him,” you rambled, attempting to jump out of the bed. Stan shook his head, standing from his chair long enough to push you back onto the bed.

“Woah there, tiger. You ain’t going anywhere just yet. He’s alive and healing up. You can go find him after we clear some things up. Got it?” Stan said, your body relaxing into the bed once more. He grabbed some of the papers from the stack, handing them to you. “These need your signature.”

“What is it for, sir?” you questioned, glancing over the papers.

“To officially assign you as my subordinate. This arrangement with you being under me was temporary originally, but I told Irene you’re staying with me. You will report directly to me going forward, and you and Rapp will be partners. Understand?” You nodded, Stan giving a crocked smile. “Good. So, sign the damn papers.”

You quickly scribbled your name in the indicated spots, handing the papers back to Stan. You were bouncing slightly, ready to go find Mitch, but Stan handed you more papers, explaining what each one was. Your eyes were blurring from all the words, your body growing more tense from the anxiety of the wait. Stan handed you the last bit of papers he had brought, he stood up afterwards.

“The last bit is your report for the mission. I need you to fill that out and I need it on my desk first thing Monday morning. I expect only the highest quality, especially from you. I know Stone taught you the best ways to report your tasks, because he was the pickiest person about it. So, don’t slack off on it,” Stand said, heading for the door. “Rapp is at his place. He’s sore still, so be easy on him.”

You nodded, jumping off the bed, approaching him slowly. “Thank you, sir. This… you won’t be disappointed. I promise. I will do everything I can to make you proud.”

Stand chuckled, patting your head. “I know. Stone was a good man, and he trained you well. I don’t have many doubts about you.” He took a step towards the door, halting briefly. “Do me a favor and tell Rapp to keep his dick in his pants on missions though.” You blushed your mouth falling open, trying to find the words to explain. “You don’t need to explain. I just don’t want to hear you screaming for each other every night when we are on missions. I get you love each other, but save that for a different time.”

You just nodded silently, watching Stan leave before taking off out of the apartment in the direction of Mitch’s. You ignored the weird looks a few people gave you, seeing as you were running like a maniac down the street, wearing only some athletic shorts and a tank top, bandages on different parts of your body. You jumped up the steps towards his apartment, barging through the door wordlessly, not bothering to knock.

“What the fuck?” You heard Mitch ask himself when the door hit the wall on your entrance. You closed it behind you, taking a few deep breaths when you leaned against it. Mitch hobbled into the entrance to his apartment, stopping short in the doorway when he locked eyes with you. Your breath caught in your throat, taking in his appearance. He had even more bandages than you did, darker bruises covering his skin. He held a hand to his ribs, you assumed from some fracture ribs he got from his fight with Ghost. There was a thick bandage around his right ankle, a sprain you assumed. He was clean of blood and dirt, cuts littering his face, the worst being a cut on his forehead, just above his left eyebrow. “Y/N, what are you going here?”

You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, unsure what to really say to him. “I um… I needed to see you. Make sure you were ok. You are ok… right?” you asked him, taking slow steps towards him. Mitch chuckled, pulling you into a hug. You noticed the strained breath his took, frowning at his pain. You buried your face in his chest, taking in his scent. “You’re still hurt, Mitch. Don’t strain yourself.”

“You’re worth it,” he mumbled, his face burying in your hair. You both stood there for a second in silence, just enjoying the warm embrace you were in. He ran his fingers through your hair, feeling you relax in his arms. “I’m glad you’re alright. You scared me when you passed out on the helicopter.”

You giggled, looking up at him. “I scared you? You jumped off that boat to fight Ghost! You jumped off right after…” You trailed off, remembering what he had said just before he took off, jumping onto the boat Ghost had been driving. “I didn’t say it back, Mitch. I never said it back to you.”

He smiled softly, cupping your face in his hands. “You don’t have to. I know,” he mumbled, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. It was slow and sensual, your lips meshing together in perfect harmony. They moved against each other gently, pulling away just enough before meeting in another kiss. His lips would envelop yours completely, tugging at your bottom lip whenever he pulled away for a breath of air. “I love you, Y/N,” he mumbled, his lips skimming against yours as he talked.

You smiled, entwining your fingers with his. “I love you too. Weird to think considering where we were when we met. I didn’t think I could fall in love with someone so quickly after what happened to Derek,” you whispered, looking into his eyes.

“I completely understand. After Katrina…” He trailed off, slowly leading you into is living room. He was slow with moving, limping in pain towards the couch. He collapsed on the couch with a strained gasp for air, holding his ribs tightly.

“Aw, baby,” you mumbled, not realizing the name you called him. You sat next to him, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. “May I look?” You asked. He nodded slowly, letting you remove his shirt carefully. His torso was covered in bruises and cuts, a tight bandage wrapped around his chest. You could see the discolored skin peeking from the tops of the white bandages, frowning. “I’m so sorry you got hurt.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said, lifting your chin to look at him. “I’m alive, and I’m here with you. A little pain is worth it if get to be with here with you.” He pushed some hair behind your ear, kissing your cheek. “I also like hearing you call me baby.” You smiled, a blush present on your cheeks, leaning in to kiss him. It started slow, but the closer you inched to him, the more heated the kisses got. Your arms wound around his neck, Mitch shifting on his side so he could wrap his arm around your waist. The room was silent, the only noises being your lips moving against each other, the soft smack of your lips connecting and pulling apart repeatedly bouncing off the walls.

Your leg wrapped slightly around his waist, careful not to agitate his injuries. His hand ran up your leg, gripping at your thigh. He broke the kiss you were sharing, his lips still close to yours. “God, you turn me on without even trying.” His cock throbbed in his shorts, pressing against your leg. You grinned, kissed his cheek, leading light kisses down his neck. “And you’re not helping,” he groaned, heading into his shorts to adjust himself.

“I’m not trying to help,” you whisper, sucking at his neck. “Let me take care of you, Mitch. You worked hard and deserve a little reward. Maybe it’ll help you relax.” Your fingers trickled down his chest, playing with the exposed hairs on his chest and stomach. “Let me take care of you, Mitch,” you repeated in a seductive tone.

He pulled you into his lap, placing his lips on yours in a feverish kiss. He was pushing up your tank top, fingers dusting against your waist. “You know,” he muttered, looking up at you, “the first time I saw you, I figured you as a quick fuck. Not something I normally do, but I figured ‘why not’ for one night.” He pushed you top higher, just below your breasts. “The second time, I fucked you because I wanted to feel you, to hear you scream.” He pulled your top over your head, dropping it behind the couch. “It’s always just been pure sex, pure fucking. This time, I’m not fucking you, and you aren’t fucking me. This time, we are making love, baby.”

You smiled, kissing him quickly before getting off his lap. He watched you curiously, lifting his hips when you tugged at his shorts. The material pooled around his ankles, his feet planted firmly on the floor. His cock slapped his stomach, standing proud in your line of sight. You shimmied from your own shorts and panties, stripping yourself of your bra. Straddling his hips, he slid inside you easily, a low groan from his lips.

You didn’t need to share words. Your hands rested on his shoulders, his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing them lightly. Your hips rolled against his, moving carefully as to not irritate his sore body. You shared light kisses, moaning into each other’s mouths. You sped up your movements, relishing in the feeling of his thick length sliding in and out of you.

When you weren’t sharing kisses, Mitch pulled you close, sucking dark marks to your neck and chest. Your nails dug into his skin, moaning his name loudly. You could barely process how different it felt with him compared to your past encounters. You felt perfectly connected with him, more connect than you ever felt with anyone. The look in Mitch’s eyes when he looked up at you told you he had the same feeling. You just smiled, leaning in to connect your lips again.

Mitch moved his hands down to your waist, his hips jerking up to meet yours. You mewled into his ear, riding his cock faster. Mitch groaned quietly, watching your breasts bounce freely in front of his eyes. He felt your walls contracting around him, his cock throbbing and twitching at the tight feeling. The tip hit your sweet spot, the length rubbing against your sensitive walls. The knot in your gut was beginning to unwind rapidly, your vision spotting.

Mitch pulled you into a slow kiss, his cock sputtering inside you. The warm liquid seeped from his tip, filling your pussy completely. It heated your body, your body shaking whenever his cock twitched against your walls, more fluids spilling into you. He moaned against your lips, fingers tightening on your waist. Your fingers tangled in his messy hair, gripping at it when you orgasmed, your fluids mixing with his, coating his cock in your combined essence.

He kissed you again, his cock sliding out of you when you moved off his lap. You took his hand, silently leading him into his room. He collapsed on the bed, your body curling into his side as soon as he was situated. You laid in silence, your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, moving you off his chest. He hopped off the bed, slowly making his way over to his closet. You watched him curiously, staring at his perfectly round, naked ass. He pulled out a small box., making his way back to you with it in his hands. His fingers ran over the top as he sat down, looking at you. “I told you in Rome that I would be your husband if you wished it. I know it’s fast, and we don’t need to do it right away, but I love you. And I want you to have this.” The top of the box was removed, his fingers wrapping around a necklace, a ring dangling on the chain. Your eyes widened, looking at him. “It’s the ring I gave to Katrina. It’s the only thing I have left from her. But I know she would want me to move on, and you are my way of moving on from her. She would be happy to see you wear this ring, knowing you make me happy.”

Your eyes filled with tears, Mitch putting the necklace around your neck. “Mitch,” you started, throat dry. “I love you so much. Of course I will be your wife one day. I have to do what you tell me to do, and this is one order I cannot refuse,” you told him, joking about your recent mission. He smiled, pulling you down onto the bed. His arm wrapped around you, staring at you. His fingers ran through your hair, a smile forming on your face. “Just, make sure to balance the sweet you and the rough you. Because both are sexy as hell.”

He chuckled, kissing your forehead. “Whatever you say, baby.”

[illogicalshockwave]

For the writing meme: bad end w/ Shockwave and Trepan

Send a muse + an ending

BAD END- The bad guys win. Everything that can go wrong for my muse had gone wrong:

Trepan had been poisoned.

Howit had happened wasn’t quite clear, everyone was celebrating the night beforethey were to decend upon the Autobots and a battle was to ensue. One last‘hurrah’ before Megatron was brought to true Decepticon justice along side Tarnand the army they had built up. The first few drinks went down well,Deathasaurus and Shockwave keenly matched in tolerance and a playful rivalrystarted, calling the tank’s faux wings tiny but an adorable attempt to lookintimidating. The scientist was nonplussed, unsure how to behave around thegiant beastformer who clearly took a liking to the ex-senator. Tarn watchedwith his team, rather enjoying the sight of Shockwave floundering socially andthe resulting jokes that came of it. Trepan sat merrily amidst it all, lookingout of place in their pearly pristine armour and kibble when surrounded by warmarred plating and battle scars. A private smile was shared between Tarn andShockwave, both lovers to Trepan but completely different in every aspect.

Perhaps that was why when theparty came to an end everyone seemed slightly too drunk. Trepan for how much he had partaken in seemed far less coherentthan he should be. An evening of rest was taken to sleep off the effects ofhighgrade, pre-battle frag partners not heard in the night as all were forcedinto deep recharge.

Trepan didn’t wake up from hissleep. Nor did many of the other grunts in the army who had drank with the highranking officers that night. Whoever had attempted to poison them all had donea terrible job- the tainted energon had only affected those with weak sparks,and Shockwave’s conjunx had the weakest among them. They discovered the causetoo late, many offlining in their recharge as their sparks dissipated from thestrained systems that simply couldn’t maintain themselves anymore.

He didn’t stand a chance, andShockwave grieved as Trepan’strembling spark inside its window vanished before his single optic. Nickel andall present gave them space, the loss of a conjunx felt from the overwhelmingblast of Shockwave’s field while Tarn devoted himself to finding the culpritand giving them a full understanding of why the DJD was so very feared. Nobodyquestioned the howling of terror in the ship that night, knowing exactly whatwas transpiring.

They carried on despite thelosses, Shockwave complying to anything Tarn asked mechanically, like a drone.They had never been the best of friends but grew closer over time andinteraction through their mutual interest in the mnemosurgeon. There was littleeither could do but both were hurting, and that hurt was only good for beingunleashed on the battlefield.

Shockwave vanished when the battlewas done, and people presumed him wounded and simply wished to die alone, notshowing himself for thousands of years after everything that had transpired.What emerged from such time alone was monstrous, angry and determined to makethe multiverse pay for what little happiness had been taken away. The DJD hadbeen summoned to deal with vast energy spikes close to the centre of thisparticular universe but none were prepared for the behemoth tower suspended onthe event horizons of two black holes, crackling with the power of antimatterwhich powered such a machine. Between the two event horizons sat a rift betweentime and space, perfectly vertical despite the rough tears that lined itsedges.

Kaon clung a little tighter toTarn, the two now conjunx fearing for what could of happened and what willhappen if this wasn’t brought to an end.

“Shockwave what are you doing? Stop this madness!” Tarn snarled, approaching the platform in the centre of this geometrical monstrosity of a tower. He looked more like a sparkeater now than an actual mech. The scientist in question half turned, glancing at the DJD leader briefly while continuing to enter the last segment of his code.

“This is my correction to the flawed coding of the multiverse. Everything will come to an end- and be reforged in the image I have provided perfectly.” A crazed red gleam lingered in his optic, making Tarn physically recoil in disgust at the horrid modifications that now lined his frame and at what Shockwave intended to do. “You fool you’ll murder everyone over a lost conjunx!? Trepan would never want you to be this way! He would certainly never do this!!!”

That got Shockwave to stop, turning fully to present the true nightmare his frame had become. Helex took a step back, the void in the scientist’s sparkchamber corrupted with dark energon shards which had grown in horrid clusters, coils of tubing transporting energy back and forth from the void. “Then you never knew Trepan. Trepan would of murdered everyone for me just the same.”

The tower came alive with power, pulsing a purple all knew as unicron. The DJD snapped into defensive action as frames were contructed before their very optics with weapons drawn, Tarn aiming to take down the source of the conflict before such a terrible fate could befall them too. The fight was brutal, the never ending hoard a clear sign that unicron favoured Shockwave considerably with the work he was doing here.

Tarn managed to break through the hoard at some point and tackle Shockwave through the glass behind him, the two plummeting downwards in a struggle for dominance that never ceased since the pair first met on the Peaceful Tyrrany. The very ship they collided with at the bottom of the tower, damaging the hull and making it list towards one of the black holes threateningly.

Shockwave was up first, coils of energy from unholy deities bidding him to rise despite the protest of his frame. A blast from Tarn’s fusion canons sent him toppling right back down, closer to the edge of the ship. Another had Shockwave falling off the dormant engines, claws barely able to grip the metal surrounding the massive machines.

A painful cringe went through his spark at what his ex mentor had become. Was this once the devotion he had shown towards Megatron? It hurt to think such thoughts. “Shockwave-”

He let go. Plummeting into the gravity below as his frame was torn apart from the intensity, as the tower once alive with horrifying potential fell into stasis. Tarn’s team stood where he had fallen from, gazing down and waving enthusiastically. 

Tarn in return would barely raise a digit in celebration.

[save-me-liar]

BTS Dragon AU

Dragon Keepers - soulmates with a dragon Dragons - tightknit community oriented species with low populations

Jin - dragon (pink scales with silver wings, eyes, spikes and claws) Yoongi - dragon keeper (elf prince) Hoseok - dragon (gold scales with green wings, eyes, spikes and claws) Namjoon - dragon (purple scales with blue wings, eyes, spikes and claws) Jimin - dragon keeper (human) Taehyung - dragon keeper (human) Jungkook - dragon (black scales with red wings, eyes, spikes and claws)

Humans scorn dragon keepers for having a non-human soulmate unlike the rest of their species while also fearing them for their ability to use magic. On a completely different perspective elves see the dragon keepers as blessed for being mated to such a powerful being.

Humans have no ability to utilize magic while elves only possess nature-oriented magic. For dragon keepers this means they have to be educated by their mates on the wide array of subjects they have access to after they’re fully mated.

Fully “mating” with a dragon includes magically intertwining the dragon and the human/elves’ souls together for all eternity. This provides the human/elf an immortal life like the dragon as well as gifting them the full ability to manipulate magic.

The dragon keepers soulmarks are exact images of their soulmate’s dragon forms. Humans gain their marks at ten years old while elves gain them at fifty (the equivalent of ten human years).

Traditional soulmarks usually consist of gaining their other half’s name imprinted on their wrists. Humans are usually mated with humans (same for elves), usually considered due to the extreme differences in life spans. A few rare instances of human-elf mates have been recorded but they’re considerately rarer than even dragon keepers.

Dragons use the hundred years they have to age until they’re considered mature enough to venture out in search of their mate to learn how to shift into human forms, become masters of their natural affinity in elemental magic (earth, air, fire, water), how to brew potions, etc. and are expected to teach their mates the same (excluding the shifting) when the time comes.

Despite living in extremely close clusters dragons become isolationists when searching for their mate and do not return to their nests hometowns until they’ve mated completely with their chosen one. This is due to an instinctual need to both protect their future mate as well as erasing any chance of another dragon stealing their future mate despite the futility of such an endeavor considering their souls literally are only completed when they’re together.

[putting the rest under a read more now]

Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon

Yoongi is the second prince to the Northern Kingdom, leaving his parents relieved that he’s not the heir when his soulmark appears because they know his future is set away from their home.

Yoongi isn’t so thrilled about his mark because even if he’s a dragon keeper he has two dragons intertwined on his back. That is not normal in any sense people usually have one dragon so what the fuck.

Apparently it means he’s going to be partaking in threesomes for the rest of his eternal life, but whatever.

Hoseok arrives in the Northern Kingdom three years after he leaves home after visiting the other elven kingdoms. It’s considered normal to visit the elven kingdoms when first searching for a mate since human dragon keepers are far more spread out and harder to locate due to the stigma they face.

It’s tradition for any dragon keepers within the elven kingdoms to gather and bare their soulmarks for a visiting dragon. Having experienced the event many times over his 230 years of life, Yoongi finds it just as engaging as his etiquette lessons.

The visiting dragon is pretty though, with a heart-shaped smile, golden blond hair, and a killer jawline and fuck whoever has him as his mate is a lucky little shit.

By now everyone knows about his dual soulmark on his back so he’s really nonchalant about showing up to the meeting shirtless. Then they witness Hoseok shifting into his dragon form.

Lo and behold it’s actually his mate this time around.

Yoongi’s not okay. Even if he is a lucky little shit.

Noticeable silence when the other elves leave, his parents included, and Yoongi’s just nervously avoiding turning his back to Hoseok’s curious green eyes. Fuck, even those golden scales are pretty what the hell.

After a few minutes Hoseok transforms back into his human form and approaches Yoongi with a comforting smile. “You don’t have to be nervous, ya know.”

“Ah, yeah I kinda do.”

Then Yoongi turns around while watching Hoseok over his shoulder and he watches the mixture of surprise, curiosity, confusion, and jealousy crossing over the other’s face and can only offer a hesitant “sorry…?” as consolation.

But then Hoseok finally recognizes who is intertwined with his dragon form on Yoongi’s back and he starts cackling.

Yoongi is understandably confused. He had been dreading this meeting for a hundred and thirty years he expected rage not maniacal laughter and his snappish “what the fuck?” is sort of expected in all honestly.

“T-that’s my best friend!” Hoseok gasps out, clutching at his stomach.

Yoongi quirks an eyebrow, repeating a more calm, “what the fuck?”

Hoseok explains that his friend isn’t even a hundred yet - is a year off from his calculations - so he hasn’t even started searching for his mate.

Yoongi takes it in stride, even if he is very annoyed when Hoseok refuses to share any more information about the third member of their threesome. He won’t even tell Yoongi his name, the little shit.

They speak for hours, learning about one another until it’s time for dinner and Yoongi hesitantly brings Hoseok to meet his family.

“You’re the fucking prince?”

“The second prince.”

“Oh that’s much more relieving.”

Yoongi’s family might love Hoseok more than they love him, what the fuck?

They spend the next eleven months in the Northern Kingdom, getting to know one another. Yoongi’s still hesitant to take the official mating mark and bond their souls together for all eternity - understandable, given it can take decades for some elves to accept it.

Then Yoongi brings up how he’s nervous about his other soulmate (who Hoseok still refuses to talk about, damn him) and how their dynamics will work out.

“I mean, technically if he’s my soulmate that also makes him your soulmate. Are you okay with that??”

“He’s hot as fuck and a total nerd, I don’t mind. Sharing you will probably be a bit of an issue at first, though?”

“Why?”

“Instincts, darling, instincts.”

They come to the joint decision that Hoseok should go meet with the “three” part of their threesome lest he traverses the same route as Hoseok and takes three years to reach the Northern Kingdom.

Hoseok is very, very unhappy with leaving Yoongi alone for even an hour so the two weeks it takes to fly back to his hometown is extremely stressful.

Hoseok almost makes Namjoon plummet into the ground when he tackles him in the air when the latter finally leaves their nest hometown

“Hyung?!”

“Dude you’ll never believe what happened”

Hoseok spends a few hours telling Namjoon about Yoongi - well, about the whole ‘two soulmates’ thing, not so much about Yoongi himself - before demanding that they immediately start flying back to the Northern Kingdom.

Namjoon’s a little shellshocked but he’s completely on board because hell yeah, Hoseok already knows where his soulmate is. Technically it’s Hoseok’s soulmate too but his instincts are still growling at that part.

When they finally reach the castle Yoongi’s in one of his (despised) etiquette classes and is far too relieved when Hoseok bursts in. Then he realizes what Hoseok being back means, and he’s up on his feet only to watch a purple-haired, gangly limbed, attractive as fuck man accidentally turn over the table full of millennia old glass dishes.

Amidst all the shards of glass Yoongi’s shot a bashful smile and fuck, Yoongi is a lucky little shit.

“Uh, Yoongi, this is Kim Namjoon. He’s my best friend, a complete mess, and apparently our soulmate.”

They’re interrupted by Yoongi’s teacher screeching about the broken antiques and Namjoon is just hella sheepish even as he stands there, scratching the back of his head and staring at this dainty little elf woman who’s full of rage. After a few minutes of just letting her highlight the historical artifacts that were just lost Namjoon shrugs, waves his hand and bam, the dishes are magically put back together.

Silence.

“Okay, he’s a complete mess but at least he learned how to rectify things when he smashes them to pieces?” Hoseok offers.

Yoongi is very, very impressed and his teacher is very, very shook. Yoongi takes his chances to grab Hoseok and (gulp) Namjoon’s hands and ditch his class before she can come back to her senses.

He takes them back to his room and they spend hours upon hours talking to one another. Yoongi’s brother eventually comes to find him because Yoongi’s teachers complained about him missing classes and he’s very, very shocked to find a blue-eyed man growling alongside Hoseok.

“Uh, who’s this?”

“He’s part of our threesome.”

Silence.

“Dammit Hoseok.”

Yoongi’s parents are very ecstatic that their son has found both of his mates even though Hoseok had ignored the elven customs of presenting the dragon keepers to visiting dragons and just dragged Namjoon through the castle. They’re happy to meet Namjoon regardless, even though he manages to break three plates, two wine glasses, and snap the spokes of his fork all within the time dinner is served. At least he fixes each item afterwards.

Throughout the next few months there are various incidents where Hoseok and Namjoon’s instincts overtake them and they start growling and swiping at one another for approaching Yoongi.

That’s not even including the horror that is sleeping in the same bed during the rare instances it occurs.

“Okay, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you two?”

Queue twin pouts “instincts, darling, instincts.”

“Is this going to happen forever?”

“Nah, it stops whenever we finally mate either each other.” Namjoon reveals, get dual deadpan looks.

“You knew that all this time?”

“I mean, yeah?”

“Well why didn’t you just say that instead of letting sunshine here just repeat ‘instincts, darling, instincts’ like a damn fool?!”

“Rude” Hoseok muttered.

“It was meant to be”

“I mean, I thought he told you?” Namjoon questioned.

“Fuck no he didn’t!”

“Hey, in my defense not even I knew” Hoseok grumbled.

“I hate you both”

“You can’t hate us, we’re literally going to be spending eternity together” Hoseok pointed out.

“Well why don’t we just get a headstart on that?” Yoongi drawled sarcastically.

“What?” - Hoseok

“What?” - Namjoon

“What?” - Yoongi

Yoongi starts nervously laughing only to be pounced on by Namseok with demands on if he’s serious or not. Yoongi somehow distracts them (read: he may or may not kiss both of them for the first time and then flee) for now and the subject is dropped for a bit.

‘a bit’ is in actuality only a day but they’re put off for another month after Yoongi reveals that he’s thinking about it.

Yoongi’s birthday is fast approaching and it’s while he’s in the middle of being formally fitted for the extravagant celebration his parent’s throw each year that he realizes he just wants to spend the day in bed with Namseok and maybe have them feed him cake by hand that he realizes he’s ready to be their mates

He may or may not choose to hide that fact from his parents because it’s tradition that the morning after a dragon marks his soulmate that he brings them back to his nest hometown.

Yoongi meant to be more romantic when he revealed he was ready to be mated (since his last admission was by accident) but honestly it was just gasped out when Namseok was showering him with kisses that night like they had started doing.

Basically innocent kisses took on a whole different purpose after that.

The next morning Yoongi’s brother walked in to see Namseok helping Yoongi pack (magically being able to shrink things was amazingly helpful) while barely being clothed. He also notices how many hickies are covering his brother’s milky skin and refuses to acknowledge it.

Yet again Yoongi’s brother is faced with dual glares and accompanying growls but at this point he’s used to it and only questions “what the fuck?”

“I may have become mated to these two dumbasses last night”

“Our parents are going to be pissed”

“I know, I’m planning on telling them then leaving immediately, shh”

“Good luck man”

Yoongi’s plan does not go off without a hitch like he was hoping.

But traditions are traditions and amongst all his mother’s screeching about his approaching birthday celebration and how rude it is to just cancel it the boy’s depart with promises to visit in a few years.

Two weeks traveling by dragon back makes for a pissy Yoongi

“My ass is aching you fuckers!”

“I can make it ache for a different reason?”

“Namjoon stop trying to be smooth you’re literally a child”

“You’re only three years older than me!”

“You’re both children shut the fuck up”

When they finally get back to their nest hometown Hoseok and Namjoon’s (and everyone else) is shocked that they both share the same soulmate. It’s rare but it’s not unheard of so they’re left to peacefully move in together and maybe bend each other over every flat surface available.

A few years later they get new neighbors in the form of VKook and JinMin and Yoongi starts regretting his existence.

Taehyung and Jungkook

Taehyung used to be a popular kid around their small village. He was, he swears, but then he was ten and whilst everyone else gained their soulmate’s names on their wrists he got a menacing black and red dragon etched around his body from his neck to his fucking toes.

Bad news: he’s the new village pariah

Sorta good news: there was already a village pariah and his new best friend is Park Jimin who’s also a dragon keeper but his soulmark is on his ass how hilarious is that? Taehyung feels a lot better about his own mark now. I mean, sure, some of his tattoo is on his ass but at least not all of it.

More good news: at least Taehyung’s grandmother still loves him despite his parents declaring him devil spawn and dumping him on her like burnt rice.

Even more good news: Taehyung’s new best friend Park Jimin moves in with him too because Taehyung won’t take no for an answer after learning that he had been living out on the street for two whole months after his shitty parents had kicked him out on his goddamn birthday.

If Taehyung wasn’t ten years old he’d be knocking on their fucking door and punching Jimin’s parents in their faces. Maybe he’d stop on Jimin’s dad’s dick too.

Taehyung might have a vocabulary ill-befitting of a ten year old but don’t tell his grandmother, she thinks he’s an angel.

Eleven years later and Taehyung and his platonic bromate for life and forever-together best friend Park Jimin are still living with his grandmother but then she’s sick and she dies and Taehyung can’t stop crying because that’s his grandmother and she accepted him when nobody else will and why is life so unfair??

They have to leave though, they have to leave the house his grandmother had lived in all her life and they have to leave her little grave under her favorite cherry blossom tree because now they’re alone and they have no protection against the villager’s and they have to leave before they’re run out of town by an angry mob because they’re vile, sinful demons.

So Taehyung and Jimin pack whatever they can carry and collect any money they can (Taehyung even disguises himself so he can get a good deal without getting ripped off and sneaks into the town jeweler to cash in his mother’s expensive necklace and earrings set that he may or may not have snuck into his old house to steal) before they leave their hated hometown.

The most important item they bring, though, is Taehyung and Jimin’s furbaby Soonshim who is the sweetest dog on the entire planet. His grandmother had let them keep the little runt of a pup they found in a back alley and now he’s big and can fight off the wolves that threatened his grandmother’s goats and Taehyung would rather lose his arm than lose Soonshim.

The looters that try to steal all of their goods two weeks later soon learn this because Taehyung takes a stab into his fucking bicep when one of the fucker’s aimed for his dog. Taehyung then proceeded to crush his dirty fucking face into the rocky ground below them before he passed out while Jimin used those unexpected muscles of him to suckerpunch the other one straight in the nose.

They then proceed to loot their looters (they even gain a new spiky collar for Soonshim fashioned out of one of the edgy fucker’s belts) before continuing on their way to the next town.

It’s in the next inn they crash at (bargaining dinner and a night’s stay in return for washing dishes the entire night) that Taehyung encounters Jeon Jungkook.

The bunny-toothed man had red fucking eyes but no one seemed to fucking notice??? Not even Jimin, what the fuck?!

“What do you mean you can’t see them they’re fucking glowing you blind little-”

“I’m not little-”

“Well your brain’s little if you can’t even comprehend-”

“You can see my eyes?” Bunny-man-demon-eyes questions, leaving against the bar top a few stools down from where they’re inhaling their hard earned dinner.

“Um, no?” Taehyung squeaks.

The man stared at him, scary eyes narrowed menacingly before he chuckled (holy shit that was cute, what the fuck) and pushed down his hood (holy shit he’s cute, what the fuck) to smile charmingly at Taehyung (holy shit, what the fuck).

Dropping his tone lower, Taehyung could barely hear the following question among the din the filled the diner’s full dining room but he did hear and it made ice shoot down his spine. “You’re a dragon keeper, aren’t you?”

Tugging in an unfortunately noticeably manner at his shirt’s high collar (damn his soulmark’s left front foot, why did it have to be right on the back of his neck?) Taehyung smiled his signature boxy smile. “Nope!”

The bunny boy had a scarily good deadpan expression. “Bullshit.”

By this point he had migrated over to the stool right next to his side, Jimin noticeably stilling in dangerous anticipation and Soonshim growling between their ankles. Taehyung narrowed his eyes into a glare. “Who the fuck are you?”

“A dragon”

“What?” - Taehyung

“What?” - Jimin, the eavesdropping bastard

“Woof?” - Soonshim, the most adorable puppy ever.

The scary eyed man smiled that bunny grin again. “I’m Jeon Jungkook and I’m a dragon. You’re quite possibly my soulmate considering you can see through my glamour.”

“Glamour?” Taehyung questioned, at a loss on how to acknowledge the rest of the boy’s - Jungkook’s - statement.

“Illusion.” Jungkook clarified.

“Prove it.”

Within the next second Jimin was grasping painfully at Taehyung’s wrist, whispering frantically. “Holy shit his eyes!”

“What did I fucking-”

“No you shithead they were brown before! Then they were red! And now they’re brown again, what the fuck?!”

“Magic.” Jungkook was smirking and it made him look like an asshole but it also made him look like an attractive asshole and fuck-

“So, soulmark? You show me yours I’ll show you mine?” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows and wow, nevermind. He may be attractive but Jungkook was a fucking dork, holy fucking hell.

“I thought dragons don’t have marks?” Jimin questioned in confusion.

“I was alluding to my dick, but I could just show you my dragon form instead.” Jungkook admitted with a nonchalant shrug.

Taehyung stared.

Jimin stared.

Soonshim growled. What a good boy.

“Okay.”

“Taehyung!”

“Dragon form first, though.”

“You gotta room?”

“Are you gonna fit??”

“Hell no, but if you tell me where your window is I’ll leave and fly by it. I’d be run out of town otherwise.”

“Fair enough.”

Thirty minutes later they were gifted with the sight of a gigantic fucking black dragon with red wings and claws and eyes flying around their inn, inky scales glowing in the full moon light.

Thirty more minutes later and they were letting Jungkook into their bedroom while Jimin and Soonshim frantically walked out.

“I’m taking him for a walk, his eyes don’t need to be violated.”

“Jimin we’ve bathed with Soonshim, what the fuck-”

“Violated!”

“Violated?” Jungkook questioned in confusion before practically swallowing his tongue as Taehyung shucked off his shirt. Before he could comment on all that smooth, tan skin that was suddenly revealed Taehyung’s hands were unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants and now his back was to Jungkook and that ass, those boxer briefs need to go-oh wait, holy shit.

Starting from Taehyung right shoulder and spiraling all the way down his back and his right leg all the way to his toes and he just noticed how the wings were wrapped around his stomach in a makeshift hug and Jungkook was staring at himself imprinted on someone else’s body and fuck.

“Okay well. Ah. That’s-well then.”

“Look who’s cocky now.” Taehyung muttered sarcastically, glancing over his shoulder with a  mocking smile.

“My cock’s certainly involved somewhere here, yes.”

“Goddammit you loser.”

“Excuse you”

“You’re excused”

Jungkook certainly was excused because now Taehyung was leaning over, those boxer briefs straining over his plush ass as he leaned down to pull his pants back up and Jungkook almost whimpered as that beautiful skin was once again concealed.

He couldn’t even stop himself when Taehyung moved to pull on his shirt again, rushing forward and gripping the human’s wrists gently. When their eyes met (a mix of surprise and confusion versus something dark and heady) Jungkook let out a low whisper, slowly moving his gaze down Taehyung’s torso. “Let me look for a minute?”

“Um, sure?”

Then Jungkook’s hands were smoothing over Taehyung’s arms, ghosting along his collarbones before skimming down to his ribs where his soulmark’s wings first started becoming visible around his front. Jungkook was methodical about following the outer membrane of the wing, all the way down to the tips where they met right below Taehyung’s bellybutton and wow, this guy was something else.

“That’s a lot more than looking.” Taehyung whispered quietly.

Jungkook hummed thoughtfully before grasping at the boy’s hips (smirking at the gasp Taehyung couldn’t repress) before slowly, slowly turning him around. Jungkook chuckled when Taehyung leaned his back against the dragon’s chest, leaning his head down to ghost his lips along that frustrating front leg that Taehyung always struggled to cover and-

“OH MY GOD”

“DAMMIT JIMIN”

After their first meeting that was a lot more touchy-feely then it probably should have been Jungkook started traveling with the two.

He’s was quick to question their relationship (“you’re not dating right?” “oh my god i wanna barf he’s like my brother”), why they called Soonshim their furbaby (“because he’s our son” “but you just said you guys weren’t-” “we’re platonic bromates for life don’t be jealous you overgrown lizard” “what did you just call me”), if Jimin was a dragon keeper too (“yeah, do you wanna know where his mark is??” “one more word and i will literally strangle you don’t test me”), and why they were traveling together (“the villagers thought we were devil spawn and the only person who accepted and loved us died” “holy fucking shit i’m so sorry”), and anything else his nosy ass wanted to know

After that last question things were quiet for a bit as the two humans stewed before Jimin decided to ask if Jungkook knew any pink dragons

“Um, what type of pink? And what other color? I know this guy who’s, like, violently hot pink with blue eyes?”

“No, more like the color of sakura petals? With silver wings?”

“Ah, no, sorry dude. Maybe he’s from some of the eastern nests- I mean, um, towns?”

“You can just call it your nest it’s not that weird”

“I’m undercover, Taetae, I can’t use nest.”

“Oh my God he’s already calling you Taetae I’m going to barf”

“Shut up Jimin” - VKook

Jungkook continues to travel with the duo until they end up meeting Seokjin. It isn’t until Jimin’s fully bonded with the older dragon that Taehyung finally allows Jungkook to mate with him which is understandable but kind of annoying because Taehyung is a fucking cocktease

Jimin too, but that’s more from the dude walking in on them whenever Jungkook’s got Taehyung all hot and bothered and then they’re both left with a case of blue balls.

They move in next door to Jimin because Taehyung refuses to part with his bromate for the rest of eternity and Jungkook’s finally got his instincts to stop making him growl whenever he sees the two cuddling together

Soonshim is the honorary furbaby with four fathers now and constantly switches between their apartments each night.

Soonshim gains three new fathers when Taehyung and Jimin becomes friends with their elven neighbor Yoongi and his two mates Namjoon and Hoseok

Yoongi has no say in this friendship, which he’s very salty about

Seokjin and Jimin

When Jimin’s mark appeared, he was horrified. He knew what it meant, he knew the repercussions that he’d be forced to accept

So when he ran home on his birthday in tears, expecting the kind and loving support from his parents, he was instead greeted with an angry and humiliated mother and father

They insisted on leaving town, knowing that people would talk and that Jimin would  single handedly ruin their reputation. It was in this mode of thinking that they dropped off their child at an orphanage in the dead of night and went on their way

No has heard from them since, Jimin sometimes would hear whispers about a couple that was attacked and buried in shallow graves a few miles out from the neighboring town but he chooses to stop listening after that and decides not to worry about them anymore

At the orphanage this kids bullied and beat on him because he didn’t have a normal human mark

A week into his new arrangement they discovered that he did indeed have a mark, but one frowned so deeply upon that when the caregiver found out, they made no attempt to stop the harassment even with Jimin walking around with a black eye or bloody nose

Eventually he decided enough was enough and ran away, unsurprisingly no one bothered looking for him

He stayed on the other side of town and got by begging for scraps and spare change

In doing this, he found a pregnant stray dog that seemed to go wherever food called, leading the two of them to become partners

The dog would sniff out the food while Jimin would do the begging, it was a good thing they were both cute otherwise they’d both be screwed

A month and a half later Jimin found solace in Taehyung and the two clicked instantly, especially when he saw the claws of a dragon etched onto the back of Taehyung’s neck

Jimin cried when Tae brought him home and his grandmother told him he could stay with them

Not much later the dog ended up only having one puppy that both boys absolutely adored

Only one day the dog isn’t with the puppy and is found dead on the side of the road somewhere nearby, leading the pair to take in the puppy and name him Soonshim

Eleven years later and Jimin is just as heartbroken as Taehyung at their grandmother’s passing, she practically raised him after all

They leave town together with Soonshim in tow

Jimin is nervous as fuck and absolutely dreading the day he meets his soulmate because of the location of his mark, he’s going to humiliate himself without even trying

It’s a soft pink dragon thats mouth starts at the very bottom of the small of his back, the head and neck nearly taking up his entire right ass cheek before wrapping around his waist, the wings were folded back and sat at the bottom of his stomach and the edge of his pelvis before the tail curled neatly around his left butt cheek

Doesn’t help that Taehyung likes to bring it up every waking hour either, it’s just left him even more mortified at the idea that he’s just going to be one massive fuck up

Then Tae meets Jungkook

He’s the biggest brat Jimin has ever met,Taehyung being a promising contender beforehand

Secretly, he’s really jealous that he’s forced to play third wheel while they get to fawn over each other

He’s also walked in on them so many times half (and even one time completely) naked that he wants to set his eyes on fire so he never has to witness anything like that again

Then they were walking through yet another town, Taehyung practically wrapped around Jungkook’s arm and giggling as they tripped over one another when the dragon’s head snapped up, pausing and growling at the open air, brown eyes flashing red and Soonshim was growling right along with him, hackles raised

“Jungkookie, what-”

“Dragons”

“Was that a plural why was that a plural-”

“Shut up Jimin, there’s like four of them around the corner.”

“Should we check it out??”

Jungkook was quick to refuse, nudging Taehyung into Jimin’s grip because after months of traveling together the dragon had finally stopped getting all jealous about their skinship before he was the one rounding the corner

Jimin and Taehyung only shared one glance before they were bolting forward, peeking their heads around the corner and staring at Jungkook approaching three men surrounding another one

Turns out Jungkook is a lot more powerful than his young age would suggest because he sends two of the dragon’s sprawling into the dirt and snarls right in the face of the other

When they eventually scuttle off it turns out the other dragon they were harassing was still healing from a case of poison, thus why he didn’t kick the other dragon’s asses himself

Always such a welcoming species humans were, especially inn caretakers. Not racist at all, nope

“But, why would those guys harass you anyway?” Jungkook questioned

The poisoned dragon, Jin, grinned sheepishly. “They might have been from my old nest”

“Old?” Taehyung questioned in confusion

“Ah, I’m not very...favorable there. Especially since I’m stronger than all of them, head dragon included.” He looked smug, if bitter

“Have you found your soulmate?” Jungkook questioned after an awkward silence

Jin snorted, shaking his head. “Nope.”

“Well, at least you’re pretty. Nice hair, by the way.” Jimin said, with that odd self-deprecating human that had never left after his time on the streets

“It’s just brown though?” Taehyung muttered in confusion, staring at his bromate

“Uh? No? It’s pink.”

Jin and Jungkook instantly snapped their heads in his direction, eyes wide. Jimin rose an eyebrow in question before remembering how Taehyung and Jungkook had met and oh no, really? This is how they meet?

“Oh shit.” Jimin squeaked.

Jin was too out of it from the poison coursing through him to do anything other than flop to the ground, wailing into the dirt. “I didn’t want to meet you like this! I wanted romance! But oh no, I’m just poisoned and barely lucid!”

“I literally meet Taehyung in a bar” Jungkook informed, depositing a quick kiss on his soulmate’s temple

“Still cuter than this” Taehyung muttered unhelpfully

An hour spent with Jungkook cautiously attempting to heal the poisoning with Jin’s own internal magic helping and then the four were quick to find a clearing at Jimin’s demands (“I need to see your dragon form or you’re not getting anywhere near me, no offense” “fair enough”)

Then there’s a ginormous light pink dragon towering above them three times the size of Jungkook, silver wings spread wide and iridescent eyes staring down right at Jimin

“Oh”

Then Jin - beautiful, broad-shouldered Jin - was standing in front of him again, asking about his soulmark and Taehyung was cackling as Jimin’s face soon resembled a tomato

Jin frowned in confusion, looking between the two. Even Jungkook was chuckling in amusement. “What?”

“His mark is on his-” Jimin’s hand was quick to smack over Taehyung’s mouth, too busy gaping at his soulmate - his soulmate - to answer coherently

“He’d have to take off his pants.” Jungkook finally answers, causing Jin’s eyebrows to shoot up in surprise, watching the smaller male as he body tackled Taehyung straight to the ground in an effort to quell the man’s laughter

“Are they-?”

“No. They call each other their bromate for life.”

“Ah”

It’s another two weeks with Jin joining them on their travels before Jimin finally shows him, Jin backing off until the other is more comfortable with him, though he has seen a few hints of the mark whenever Jimin’s shirt rode high and his pants rode low

Jimin learns just how plush Jin’s lips could be that night when he traced over every edge of the mark - every. edge.

Then it’s been almost a year of having each couple walk in on the other, Jungkook’s at the limit of his patience but his goal above all is Taehyung’s happiness so it’s not until Jimin finally let’s Jin mate with him that he gets to mate Taehyung and then they realize-

Jin has no home, no nest, and Jimin and Taehyung refuse to be separated from each other

Jungkook is silent for a few good minutes before saying that he’ll vouch for Jin, saying that his father is rather close to the head dragon, that it wouldn’t be a problem

Then the four are flying off towards their new home, their new nest, their new futures together, Soonshim balanced easily and carefully between Jin’s gigantic claws

Taehyung and Jimin complain about their asses hurting, just as Yoongi had done years earlier and then they’re introduced to other dragons, other dragon keepers, and move in right next to an elf and his two mates

They’re happy, all of them are in the end, but no one is happier than Soonshim with the seven hands that will slip him scraps under the dinner table.

[Here’s what we imagined the dragon keepers soulmarks looking like (obviously different colors to match the boy’s colors but we worked with what we had): Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jimin]