#been wanting to rewrite their first kiss for a while so here ya go

[obsoleteozymandias]

hi i'd like to request a SDV matchup thank you ^_^ male interests please!! im an introvert, usually very quiet and calm and rather hard to provoke at times. i'm easily irritated and lack patience with people who don't really think things through (though i grow warm over time as i grow tolerant in SOME cases). im very loyal and reliable as told by my friends and act similarly to a nagging aunt of sorts?? i'm rational and rather stubborn in the things i do but i relent depending on the severity of things. im also quite petty in certain cases.

i've been told it's easy to be around myself as a person, and people are really comfortable to be themselves in my presence. generally, i'm very blunt since i don't know how to phrase my words any better and some people (& even friends) at times, take the things that i say the wrong way without meaning to. i tend to get along with most people as long as they deal with the same mutual respect back.

i'm rather sarcastic and tend to tease a lot out of the fun of it. it's really easy to get me flustered, especially with flirts because the first thing i'd do is laugh and try to get out of there as soon as possible 😭 i think use both my words and actions equally since i (usually) follow up with what i say. i have tendencies to be a people watcher and observe people going about their day..

i wouldn't really consider myself the most passionate or enthusiastic person either but i really enjoy listening to those who have one. really makes me happy to see people enjoy the things they do. in a sense, i like when people have the things that i lack (energy, passion etc) i just love seeing it A TON. at times, i also have trouble in wording the things that i want to say so it ends up falling flat at times. so i wouldnt say im the most persuasive person either.

appearance wise, i'm about 5'4 and on the chubbier side of things. i have brown skin, really dark brown eyes and 4B black hair. i have small hands and lots of moles on my body but specifically i have 1 on each cheek. as for interests im really into anything that interests me since i get bored easily. most things that catch my attention are typology, videogames, music and gardening. im also learning to play the bass guitar as well. hope that you have a good night/day!!

Sorry for the delay, here ya go!!

== Stardew Valley ==>

I match you up with…

Sam

Sam isn’t immediately taken with you - not for any good reason, more for his own ignorance and your shy personality.

But when you hang out with him once, he’s immediately glued to you, especially when he finds out you can play bass. You’re instantly part of the band alongside Abigail and Sebastian, and he rewrites songs entirely if only to give you a part to play. You inspire him. 

He loves that he feels comfortable around you, and you’re quickly added to his close friends, maybe even becoming his best friend in a shockingly short period of time. 

He gets when you need a second to word things better, and doesn’t offend easily. He’s there to hear you out and, stubborn as he can be, he’s even more willing to listen to you and ensure you two are clear. 

Getting into a relationship is harder than becoming friends with him, because from my view, Sam needs to mature a smidge before it can happen. 

In his time with you, he learns to think before he acts a little more, and when to argue with you versus when to let it go, etc.

 I imagine he’d be crushing on you for quite a while before becoming a item, acting all shy and it can get awkward, but when he confesses it’s painfully cute. 

You and Sebastian get along well too (he’s a bit jealous). 

He loves when you listen to him talk about his passions. He gets this lovesick look in his eyes when you engage him or get him gifts surrounding his passions, and it makes Abigail and Sebastian gag. 

Then he smothers you with kisses. 

He’s the golden retriever to your black cat, and it’s adorable and sickening for everyone all at once. 

[werewolfdays]

snippet - First Kiss revamp

little callback to the very first little drabble that I posted on here about a year and a half ago. pretty cool to go back and read my old stuff and see the differences and improvements. Anyway, enjoy some soft tender shit -

Just like always, my mind drifted to Nadya. I wanted her so bad that every step away from where I knew she was felt like the wrong step. That every room she didn’t occupy wasn’t worth being in. That every mention of her made my chest tighten painfully. Whenever I was in her presence, she commanded my full attention without even doing anything. My skin tingled every time I touched her, like I was losing control, but somehow not in a bad way. Every single part of me ached for her. I’ve never met anyone that could beckon both me and my wolf in such a way. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out before finally doing something about this. 

My sister’s snapping fingers right in front of my face shook me out of my day dreaming. The sounds of mingling wolves in the Den came flooding back to my senses. “Wow, you were in it pretty deep.” Skye mused, taking a quick sip of her drink, “Have you heard a single thing I’ve said?”

“Sorry.” I told her, taking a swig from my glass of whiskey.

“It’s because of her, isn’t it?” Skye guessed with a knowing smile. 

Her way too accurate guess annoyed me. “No. I’m just tired, okay?” 

She rolled her eyes at me, clearly not fooled by my lie. It made me uncomfortable. Sure, I could admit to myself what I was starting to feel, but Skye knowing it too without me having to say anything left me feeling too exposed. Too vulnerable. Not to mention the fact that it felt like I had to talk myself off of a cliff whenever I got the urge to act on my feelings. 

“You’re reading too deeply into this.” I continued with a sigh, “It’s not a big deal, just an attraction.” 

“Okay,” Skye replied sarcastically, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. I tensed slightly in my seat, knowing her enough to anticipate that she wasn’t going to let it go with a simple okay. Sure enough, she nonchalantly added, “So just fuck her and get it out of your system already.”  

“Jesus, Skye!” The vulgar implication made every muscle in my body recoil in offense. If it was anyone besides my sister who had said that I would’ve throttled them. “Don’t- don’t talk about her like that.” 

I tried not to come off as angry as I was because the shocked look on my little sister’s face made embarrassment bubble up in my chest and I had to look away. Skye wasn’t expecting me to go on the defensive with such intensity. I wasn’t either and I felt my body react to its own shock, blinking and leaning back in my seat. When I looked back up, I saw Skye’s face slowly brighten in a satisfied smile. Then I realized that she had said what she said just to get a reaction out of me. It must’ve been what she was hoping for if her shit-eating grin had anything to say about it. 

I scoffed and shook my head, “I can’t fucking believe you.” 

“What?” Skye taunted, “You can’t hide it as well as you think you can. And you shouldn’t have to. It’s okay to want someone, Jayde.”

“Not her.” 

Skye raised her hands in exasperation, “Why? Because she’s human?” 

My attention focused on the amber liquid held in my solid grasp. I swirled it around, watching a small golden wave slosh against the side of the glass. If I gripped it any tighter, I feared I would shatter it. All I did was shake my head again. The conversation was taking its toll on me. I was afraid and frustrated and the combination was painful. 

“No, it’s not just that.” Skye suddenly became serious herself, “It terrifies you. You have deeper feelings for Nadya and that scares you because you think it will destroy you both.” 

My gaze shot back up to her in astonishment. That was not the kind of reply I was expecting to hear from Skye. It was way more real than I was prepared for and I was left speechless for at least half a minute. It felt like my sister had just opened a trap door right under my feet and watched as I went plummeting into the dark. Of course she was right. I still feebly tried to fight my feelings. I thought maybe I could eventually convince myself to let it go. To let Nadya go. For both of our sakes. But this discussion began to make me realize that it wasn’t possible. Dread filled my heart, making it sink into the pit of my stomach. 

After I recovered from my shock, I downed the rest of my drink and narrowed my eyes coldly, “Thanks for the insight.” I growled, getting up to walk away.

“Jayde,” Skye called, but I didn’t even bother to look back. She knew better than to come after me right now.

At first I wasn’t sure where my legs were taking me, but then it became obvious. I was looking for Nadya. It became a bit of a habit for me to go looking for her when I was stressed. She always helped calm me down. Just her voice, her presence, was usually enough to placate whatever restless demon was banging around in my head. Nadya had somehow become my greatest comfort. Of course I saw the irony in going to her to calm myself down now, but I needed her.

That thought made me stop dead in my tracks. I needed her. Without meaning to, I confirmed what Skye had said yet again. Without realizing it, I was in a deep hole, too deep to climb out of now. And I was the one that had dug myself in it. If I wasn’t careful, I would drag Nadya down with me. But selfishly, I couldn’t bring myself to change direction. I stood there like an idiot, willing myself to turn around, but it didn’t matter because I needed her. Guilt couldn’t stop me from moving towards her, but it filled my bones with lead. 

I eventually found myself standing in front of the door to her room. My hand reached up and hesitated. There’s still time to walk away. I told myself. But I couldn’t. I simply didn’t have it in me. Three knocks sounded when I finally rapped my knuckles against the wood. A long breath expelled from my lungs as my arm fell back down to my side and I waited.

It only took a few seconds for Nadya to answer the door. As soon as she saw me, her face lit up in a gorgeous smile. Just like that, everything melted away to the relief I felt whenever I was near her. “Hi, Jay.” 

“Hi.” I greeted, letting an easy-going smile spread across my face, “Just wanted to check on you.” 

“Oh, thank you.” Nadya said sincerely, taking her glasses off and stepping back to open the door further, “Do you wanna come in?”

“Uh,” I hesitated again, knowing that if I crossed this threshold there might be another line I would attempt to cross. But there was no walking away even if I wanted to, “Sure.” 

“Everything okay?” Nadya asked once she shut the door behind us.

I walked into the center of the room, checking how this new place was working for her. She hasn’t really been living in it long enough for her scent to be fully incorporated into the space yet, but it still hung in the air like a comforting blanket. Nadya’s medical textbook was lying open on the bed next to a pile of handwritten notes. I smiled to myself at her conviction. She’d been torn away from her school life and her career path, but she didn’t let that stop her.

“I’m fine, it’s just,” I reached down to run the tip of my finger along the line of a sentence she wrote, “My sister knowing me too damn well, I guess.” I glanced up to see her giving me an understanding smile. Nadya didn’t ask, but I could tell she was waiting to see if I would elaborate. I knew she wouldn’t make a big deal about it when I didn’t. That made me feel even better. To change the subject, I asked, “How are you settling in?”

“Well enough,” She nodded while she took in her room, “And I’m not getting as many weird looks as I was a few days ago. I think people are getting used to the whole human living here thing.”

I let out an amused breath, “You aren’t the first and I doubt you’ll be the last, but yeah, sometimes wolves like their space away from humans. If anyone gives you trouble, you tell me.” 

Nadya half-shrugged dismissively, “Don’t worry, I don’t think it’s like that.” 

“I hope not.” My biggest worry when bringing Nadya here was territorial werewolves. Especially ones that got a bead on a beautiful young human. As far as I knew, there weren’t any wolves like that here, but you never know. Someone like that might show up someday. One thing is for certain, I wouldn’t let anyone like that near her. Just the thought of it made me inch towards Nadya protectively. 

“I was thinking,” Nadya started somewhat nervously, “Maybe I can help the people here like I helped you. I heard there’s technically a clinic, but nobody really goes to it?” 

“A lot of wolves prefer to let their wounds heal on their own.” I shrugged, usually being one of them myself.

She pursed her lips, “Even if you guys have supernatural healing, that’s still dangerous. Things can heal incorrectly or you can take longer to recover if it’s not treated it right. I can help.” 

“Nadya,” I sighed. It could potentially be a huge risk for her to play doctor to injured werewolves. I could think of a million different ways it could go wrong. Not only that, there was a part of me that balked when she said, like I helped you. I didn’t want anyone else to be touched by her like I was whenever she treated my wounds. It was personal and intimate between us. I wanted it to be only me. Then I realized what I was feeling was jealousy. That I was trying to take possession of her. Stupid wolf instinct. I cursed inside my mind. To spite that horrid emotion, I relented, “I’ll see what I can do.” 

Her excited smile was stunning. It made the effort of fighting off that irrational jealousy worth it. I noted that I had subconsciously taken another step towards her. Drawn in by her entrancing warmth. 

“Thank you.” Nadya’s eyes were brightened with encouragement, “I’ve just been needing to do something useful with my time here. You know, earn my keep? Maybe people might actually want me to be here if I prove my worth.” 

Even with the amusement she expressed in that last sentence, I replied seriously, “I want you here.”

I couldn’t tell if she caught my deeper meaning, but her smile remained. “Good to know I have at least one person on my side.” 

I shook my head at her self deprecating joke. “Everyone will see what kind of person you are soon enough. Then you’ll have dozens of werewolves on your side.” 

Another step closer.

“What kind of person I am?” Nadya brow raised up in question.

“Yeah.” I nodded, standing just a foot away from her, “The kind of person that sees the best in everyone.” My eyes didn’t leave hers and I drank in the warmth of her comforting gaze, “The kind of person that brings light to the darkest places.”

“You sure you’re talking about me?” Her voice spoke quietly, eyes darting down for a split second, noticing the final gap between us closing. 

I was close enough to feel her uneven breath against my skin now. Able to hear erratic thumping in her chest when I listened for it. The sound matched the feeling in my own. “You could make a dead heart beat with hope.” 

The intent written all over my face wasn’t lost on either of us. I hadn’t really planned this far ahead, but I just couldn’t stop myself anymore. Not unless Nadya wanted me to. She didn’t step away. Didn’t say any words of protest. Still, it felt like I was cornering her. Maybe I had read her wrong all along and the rhythmic racing of her heart was panic. Now that I thought about it, I smelled a hint of fear on her. A fear that reflected my own, making my hands shake. The very last thing I wanted was to prey on her. Or make her feel like she had to do something that she didn’t want. 

My entire body was tingling, buzzing like an electrical storm was brewing under my skin as my lips hovered inches away from hers, “Is this okay?” I whispered. 

Nadya’s breathing was incredibly shallow, “Yes,” She said so quietly that I relied more on her nod than her voice for consent.

Unable to withstand the torture any longer, I leaned in. I brushed my lips against hers in the lightest, softest peck I’ve ever given anyone. A part of me was afraid that if I came on too strong it would scare her away. But the experience of contact like this for the first time sent my mind spiraling completely. Nadya let out a quiet gasp that I felt hot on my lips. I realized it was because she forgot to breathe. I must’ve forgotten too, because the buzzing made my knees weak. In an effort to not topple over, I set my trembling hands on her waist to steady myself. Finally touching her gave me enough courage to lean in for a second time. 

The second kiss wasn’t as shy as the last. Nadya reached up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me closer at the same time I squeezed her hips and drew her deeper into me. To my pleasant surprise, it was Nadya that deepened the kiss. Her lips parted mine and I eagerly accepted the invitation. I got completely and utterly lost in how soft she was. Her sweet taste was better than I expected. My tongue brushed against hers briefly, causing the hand that wasn’t at the back of my neck to excitedly grasp at my right arm. 

This was everything I ever wanted. It was more. It was exactly what I needed. I guess I’ve known that the entire time. With the clarity her lips gave me, I realized it was ridiculous to ever deny any of it. I was so overwhelmed by it all that the tingling made my body go numb, but I could still feel all of her. Every inch of her that was pressed up against me. The warmth of her body and her mouth. The way her fingers tangled in my hair. How her breathing got shakier in response to the galloping of her heart. It was all-consuming and remarkable. 

Kissing Nadya made every doubt I ever had about being with her fade away. I knew things would be different with her. I could feel it with every stroke her lips made against mine. I could feel it in my heart. My wolf could feel it too. I sensed its presence come to the surface to experience everything that the girl in my arms made us feel, causing my senses to explode. That’s never happened to me before. Not like this. Not without a full moon. And it wasn’t a lack of control, which was mystifying on its own. 

Buried in the intensity, under her usual scent of mixed autumn spices, I caught a subtle note of arousal. The scent excited both me and my wolf. I started to kiss her harder for a few beats, beyond my control. A growl itched the back of my throat, hungry for more of her, hungry for the kind of contact we had been starved of for months, but I didn’t want to push it. I was content with the gift of her intoxicating kisses. Nadya didn’t need my primal urges ruining the moment. 

I reluctantly pulled away, only realizing now just how little oxygen I had been taking in. Nadya was breathing heavily too, leaning her forehead against mine almost like she was tired. We remained quiet for at least a minute, both of us still basking in the bliss. Each steady breath I felt her take reminded me that what just happened wasn’t a dream. It was real. I kissed her. And she kissed me back. Everything was okay for these precious few minutes. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a good while.” I finally told her softly.

“You shouldn’t have waited so long.” Nadya replied. 

[blueseachelle]

X reader request for some vax smut. So you know like how he can’t get the vestige off? Well that shouldn’t stop the reader from getting him off now should it? I was thinking maybe some hard grinding and getting him off through his new armor, and him putting that newfound uh…speed to good use.

I love this. So, I’m gonna totally make this in the woods. I don’t know a lot about the armor, Ya know, details….. Like a place to take out his-…..So anyway, please enjoy! I hope this satisfies you. If not, I’m always up for a rewrite. Not afraid to be told I didn’t fulfill your wishes. Please, let me know! Enjoy!

My Knight Trapped In Armor

Critical Role Vox Machina

Vax x Fem! Reader

Minors Do Not Interact

You have been with the group since the beginning for this long journey. Currently, collecting all the relics is your main mission. You’ve have gotten ahold of the first of the vestige and Vax had the honor of putting it on…. He was happy about it until he figured out that it will never come off.

You have been with Vax for a long while. You, Vax, and Vex were practically raised together. Ever since they ran from home you have always been there. You saved them from there first big fight. You haven’t strayed since that. You have always been there and helped them recruit the now known Vox Machina.

Vax has always had a crush on you, just didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had. Vex sees you as a little sister, Vax didn’t want to make it weird. He didn’t take the leap of faith until after the falling out at Whitestone to tell you how he felt, of course, with the encouragement of his sister. You returned the feelings and been with him ever since. So, onto the story.

The crew decided to make camp for the night. They found a nice clearing right before night fall so, everything was set up and ready to go before dusk. Everyone sat around the camp fire having normal conversation. Vax sat close to you. His new armor poking you every now and then but, you ignore it because you like the contact with him. Of course, you knew he could never take this off because his deal with the Raven Queen. You don’t even think that he knows how much he can… take of without something happening or being *gulps* cut of. Magic armor is dangerous.

In the middle of a small exchange with Scanlan, you felt Vax’s hand rest on your thigh. You gave him a side eye and he responded with a slight motion with his head. He wanted to go for a walk before it was too dark. You knew his queues by now. So, being the cunning girl you are, you got Grog into the conversation which accidentally (on purpose) made an argument between them about something dumb that somehow everyone else ended up in. As soon as the heat was off of you, Vax took your hand and walked of in the direction he suggested with his head.

You walked for a good 10 minutes before Vax finally stopped in his tracks.

“There. I think we are far enough, Darling.”

He turned to face you finally. He leaned down and gave you a kiss. You just giggled and kissed back,

“I think I know why you brought us out here. It’s been a little while, huh?”

He pulled away slight to lock eyes with you. You could see the lust and love for you run through his head.

“Of course it has. Everything is been chaotic as hell and you have been so badass recently. Finally, I can deal with this pent up heat you cause me. Darling, I would love to have you if you’d let me.”

He brought your hand to his face and kisses it. You giggled once again.

“Of course, My Love. I would love to have you.”

Vax gave you a toothy grin. He pulled you a little farther to the nearest tree and took a seat against it you. You took the queue and sat in his lap. You kissed him. Your hands locking themselves in his dark hair. He kisses back and set his hands on your hips. The kiss continued to deepen. He snaked his tongue into your mouth.

One of his hands reached up and made it’s way into your hair. The kiss finally parted. He used the interlocked hand in your hair to pull your head slightly back. He leaned forward and bit onto your neck. He proceeded to bit and suck on the supple skin. You let out a small moan. You felt the smirk against your neck as he continued down.

When he got to you collarbone, he released your hair. In return, you gripped his and pulled slightly. He growled out,

“Hey, are you gonna be nice or do I have to get mean?”

You gulped,

“N-no, Vax, Sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He reached down and grabbed at the hem of you shirt. Your armor has be taken off since the campsite. You knew it would be safe there so, you’ve been without it. You pulled up you shirt over your head and set it on the ground next to you. Your chest was now in full display to him. (With the armor your wear, it naturally cups your breast so, no need for a bra.)

“What a good fucking girl.”

You just let out a small squeak at the statement. The squeak turned into a moan as Vax took a nipple into his mouth. With the help of one of his hands, he played with your breast, switching between them. He nipped, sucked, and pinched at your nipples. All you could do is grip his hair and push your chest into his mouth. You, caught up in the pleasure, subconsciously started grind onto him. He could feel the friction through his armor. He kept his lips around one of your nipples as his hands left to join on your hips.

He pulled you down onto him. The pleasure increased for both of you. He could feel you through his armor, every little movement and pulse your pussy did. The friction of the engravings on the armor hit every friction need that you usually would have. Vax’s lips came off your nipple with a wet pop. Your nipples were now red and starting to swell slightly from the abuse that endured.

Vax removed his hands to reach down to his pants, he felt for and opening, anything that he could use get his cock out. He could only sit there for a second and watch his beautiful girlfriend drunkenly grind on him. Screw it, he wasn’t about to stop her to look for a opening. He’ll look for next time. Right now, he is going to get the both of you off. He grabbed you by the hips and started to grind up into her.

You closed you eyes in pleasure and arched you back. Your gripped his hair tighter and let out a moan of his name. He grunted in response and speed up. He could feel it. She’s getting close, well, he was too. He leaned up and kissed her desperately. You moaned into the kiss and turned it into a sloppy wet kiss. He felt like he needed to step the grinding. He moved a hand to caress the back of her head as he leaned forward to lay her on the grass. The kiss continued as he grinned harder and faster into her. The Vestige he wore increased his speed significantly.

You let out a loud moan of his name. He swallowed the moan. You broke the kiss reluctantly. Vax moved instantly to bite your neck. The coil in your stomach tightened,

“V-vax. I’m close. So so close.”

She desperately clawed at his back, which, of course, was armored. He growled. You knew that he was too. You arched your back off the ground. He quickly moved his arms under you. He quickly attached to one of your swollen nipples. That was all you needed.

“V-Vax-“

You didn’t even finish your statement because the tightened coil snapped. Vax felt how you froze and the pulsation against the armor. He ground down a couple more time before finishing himself, in his armor. And you, your panties and shorts you wore. You both caught your breath as you held each other.

“I love you so much, Baby.”

“I love you so much, My Love.”

After a couple minutes, Vax sat up first and grabbed your shirt. You thanked him and put it on.

“At least it’s dark, no one is gonna see my shorts. I’ll clean them tomorrow when the sun is up again.”

Vax chuckled and helped his Beloved up off the now wet ground,

“Yeah, but, the next question is, I can’t take this off… How the hell are we gonna clean my pants?”

You just giggled,

“We’ll figure it out, My Knight Trapped In Armor.”

Vax just grinned and kissed up before walking back in the direction of camp. You used your abilities to illuminate the surrounding area since the sun already set. You loved this man to death. You know that you would figure out something to make this easier for the both of you to get used to but…. what just happened… Wasn’t half bad.

I hope you have enjoyed this read! If you have anymore requests, I have an request post available. With that, see ya next post!

[illfoandillfie]

“I’d keep quiet unless you want to get caught” with Jack if you please 🤭. Happy Birthday my Brigid 💜

ahhh ty my Lauren 💙

Gotta admit I struggled with this one a bit and ended up rewriting it entirely but I think I'm happy with it now! Apparently I am only capable of writing properly late at night tho so please excuse any mistakes, ya girl is sleeby. This is also the first time I've written Jack so hopefully I got his voice right...

warnings: P in V sex, secret relationship, hotel sex, but also work sex i guess, hand over mouth to muffle sound, fingering, references to oral (f receiving), ummmm spy shenanigans, jack do be flirty and a bit dom

“And here I was thinkin' a mission in a hotel could double as a romantic getaway.” Jack sat down in the chair behind your desk.   You didn’t mind, you were too nervous to sit, preferring to pace about in front of the desk, “You’ll have to be on your best behaviour.” A chuckle from Jack made you stop and look at him, “I’m serious Jack. Don’t you think it’s weird Agent Drambuie would be assigned to this case with us? I mean it sounded like a pretty simple intelligence mission, we’d be perfectly capable of doing it without a third.” When Jack still didn’t seem to be grasping what you were getting at you added, “What if they suspect we’re together?”  “Oh come on, sugar, I don’t think they’d care that much.”  “Jack you literally have letters, plural, warning you that fraternizing with other agents could land you in a permanent desk job.”  He waved his hand dismissively, “That was just about me flirtin’ with new recruits. Nothing to do with datin'.”   You weren’t convinced and Jack must have been able to tell because he stood up and moved around the desk to you. He grabbed your hands, his thumbs rubbing over your knuckles, "You don’t have to worry darlin’. I understand why we’re keepin' this secret.” His tone became more playful as he said, “You turned me down so many times it must be hard for you to admit you like me.”   You rolled your eyes but unfortunately Jack was very good at disarming you.   “And of course we don’t want management gettin' the wrong idea and takin' us out of fieldwork.”  “Exactly! Which is why you need to behave. That means no first names, no innuendos about being in a hotel room with me. In fact, no flirting at all.”  Jack looked aghast and dropped your hands, “C’mon darlin’ be serious. If I stopped flirtin’ with you Drambuie is gonna get mighty suspicious don’t you think? Especially with you in one of theose cute maid outfits and all. How could I possibly not comment?”  “Housekeeping uniforms are nowhere near what you’re imagining. But I take your point. Flirting is allowed. But nothing that might get us caught. If we do decide to go public I want it to be on our terms.”  “Of course sugar. I mean Agent.”  You leant up to give him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth and then rubbed away the lipstick mark.  

The next day you made your way to the hotel. Agents Drambuie and Whiskey were already there and had been for several hours, each booked into a separate room. Luckily the pair you were trying to spy on didn’t seem to suspect they’d been targeted. They’d used their real names and credit cards while booking their rooms, so you’d been handed files on both of them as you were handed the assignment and you knew exactly when they were due. Jack had headed to the hotel the previous night, just in case your targets were smarter than they seemed and would turn up early but he’d reported nothing. Drambuie had spent the morning in the café across the street, under cover as a business man powering through a presentation and staying fueled with coffee. He’d really been watching for the pair to turn up so he could follow them into the hotel and claim his own room. You were coming in last, dressed in a housekeeping uniform and entering via the staff entrance. Acting as if you belonged there you found one of the housekeeping carts and took it up to the right floor. Drambuie had confirmed the room number of the suspects and Jack had confirmed that, after leaving their bags upstairs, they’d headed down to the hotel’s restaurant. He was still their watching them. Which you knew because he was using the coms channel continuously.  “I’m very excited to see this uniform of yours sweetheart,” he drawled through your earpiece.  You let out an annoyed huff, silently swearing to get back at him just as soon as you could.  “Although,” he continued when he realised you weren’t responding, “I think my cover would be much better if you were in here with me. A man drinkin' on his own is much more noticeable than one buying for a pretty girl.”  “Keep dreaming, Agent,” you said into your mic, emphasising the title, “I wouldn’t accept a drink from you anyway.”  You heard Drambuie chuckle and prayed Jack had the sense not to take the flirting too far while you were being listened to.   “Careful sweetheart, keep turnin’ me down like this and I’ll have to send a drink to the woman at the bar instead.”  You scowled at the thought but said, “You do that. Just be quiet about it so I can focus on my job.”  Jack did quiet down after that, for the most part anyway, which you were pleased about. You were close to the room and didn’t want any distractions while you bugged the place.  

It only took a few minutes. You let yourself in, stuck the tech in corners and under benches and behind the TV. You even put one in the toilet cistern. And then you were gone, collecting your trolly of cleaning products and wheeling it off to the floor above. Drambuie let you into his room and you wheeled the trolly in to hide it so you’d have easy access when it came time to collect the bugs and leave.   “How’d it go?” he asked, helping you manoeuvre the trolly.   “Good, they’re all hidden and on.”  “Excellent.” Drambuie pulled out his laptop and began running a diagnostics but before he’d finished there was a knock at the door. You were still in uniform and couldn’t be seen in case it was actual hotel staff, so Drambuie opened the door, but it was only Jack.   “They’re still downstairs, probably will be for a while, but I couldn’t resist this party.” Catching sight of you he let out a whistle, “sweetheart you look good dressed like that.”  “Stop calling me sweetheart.”  His only response was a wink and you sighed, settling in for a long wait.   Fortunately, Jack’s behaviour wasn’t just getting to you. After he’d made sure the tech was running smoothly and after you’d had to come up with retorts to three more of Jack’s comments, Drambuie stood up and moved towards the door.   “As fun as listening to you two bicker is, I think it’s my turn to hit the bar. Anyone want to come with?”  “Thanks but I’ve got to change and all. Feel like I need a shower after this moron’s,” you jabbed your thumb at Jack, “attention,”   “Well if she’s gonna be busy I guess I should stay and keep an eye on the screen in case anythin' happens. Let me know if the blonde is still sitting on her own down there.”  Drambuie laughed as he left and Jack followed him to the door, peering out of the peephole.   “About fuckin' time,” he half muttered, striding back across the room. “What?” was all you managed to get out before he tugged you into him, his lips insistent against yours.  

“Woah, hey, what are you doing?” you asked as soon as he’d loosened his grip, a little breathless from the kiss.  “Despite what you said, you do look very sexy in that uniform. Been takin' all my willpower not to pull you onto my lap.”  You glanced down at the shapeless, starchy dress and then shook your head, before Jack could distract you any further, “What about Drambuie? What if he’s in the next room spying on us?”  “Sugar, you’re soundin’ a little paranoid there. I watched him go to the elevator.”  “But what if-” you gasped as you felt Jack’s fingers stroking along the front of your underpants. You’d not even realised his hand was under your dress and then suddenly he was teasing you through your panties, pulling a small whine from your throat as he rubbed at your clit.  “But isn’t it,” he kissed your throat just under your jaw, “kinda hot,” another kiss, “to do this in secret,” another kiss, “on a mission.” He marked the end of the sentence by nipping at your pulse point.  It was impossible to disagree. His fingers felt too good on your pussy and his lips too good on your throat. His voice was gruff with desire and every breath you took made your head swim with his scent. It was intoxicating, especially after all the work he’d put into flirting, even trying to make you jealous.   “God Jack, fuck me,”  He chuckled, “Anyway you want darlin’. But I’d keep quiet, just in case. Unless you want to be caught?”  You shakily managed to say you didn’t, trying to reach for Jack’s belt though he stopped you.  “Well can you keep quiet then?”  “Yeah.” Your agreement was undermined by the way you whimpered as Jack pushed the fabric of your panties aside and stroked your wet slit.  “Sugar, I’m not sure you can manage it. Maybe I should be on top to keep you in line.”  You nodded again, letting him manoeuvre you to the bed. He quickly removed your underwear, smiling as he pushed your legs open and caught his first glimpse of your cunt.   “Stay there,” he ordered as he undid his belt and got his cock out.   You squirmed as you watched him push his pants down just far enough, revealing first the dark curls around the base and then the full length of it.   But your eagerness was nothing to Jack’s. The uniform he’d so professed to love became an inconvenience as the skirt slipped and blocked his view, and Jack growled as he pushed the material up again.  

With one hand, Jack reached forward and covered your mouth, an act that was hot on it’s own but especially so with his other hand touching your pussy. He slid his fingers along your slit, spreading your wetness around. Circling your clit and then sliding down to play with your entrance, slipping inside a little but never far enough. And then he’d draw them away, following the line of your body down further, towards your asshole, stopping well before he reached it and slipping back the other way to torment you further. You whined with each teasing stroke, his palm keeping you muffled.   “Shame I can’t eat you out and keep you quiet at the same time. You’ll have to help me out darlin’.”  You expected him to uncover your mouth, maybe replace his hand with your panties or something similar. Instead, his palm stayed firm over your lips. It was your hand that moved as he pulled it down to your cunt, directing you to touch yourself. At first he guided you but soon enough he’d let go to relieve his own need a little, stroking himself slowly as he watched on. You traced a similar path to the one jack had made but quickly decided you needed more. Spreading yourself open with one hand, you began to finger yourself with the other, eyes glued on Jack to catch his reaction. He was as affected as you’d hoped, fighting to control his own self-pleasuring touch, his other hand tightening against your face. It soon grew to be more than he could stand and he yanked your wet fingers up to his lips, indulging himself with your taste.   “Fuck, sugar. I should gag you and have a proper feast.” He smirked at your groan, “But maybe I’ll save that for when we get home and I can tie you to my bed. Really take my time. For now I’ll let you have my cock.”  You whimpered the word please into his palm, unsure which scenario you were begging for, just desperate for something. But Jack took it as enthusiasm for his dick, notching himself at your hole and sinking into you as he pressed his lips to your chest.   You raised your hips and spread your legs as wide as was comfortable, trying to accommodate his length as he slowly worked into you. And you kept up a slew of whines and moans and other delicious sounds that Jack reluctantly kept muffled, trying to urge him to move, to go faster.  

Jack however was very conscious of just how loud you both could be. Not just your vocalisations or his, but also the sounds of skin slapping against skin as he fucked you, any creaks the bed might make, even just heavy breathing. As much as he didn’t believe Drambuie was there to spy on you, he still didn’t want you to get caught. So he held back, ignoring your attempts to beg for more without actually being able to beg. Instead of pulling almost all the way out of your cunt and driving forward hard like he wanted to do, he used more sedate thrusts but kept his cock buried deep within you, continuously rubbing against one or two very nice spots. Your attempts to make him switch his pace came to an abrupt stop and you threw your head back, arching up into his chest as you felt the full pleasure of his repetitive grinding.   “That’s my girl,” he groaned, realising he’d found the perfect angle, “gonna make you feel so good darlin’.” He made sure he didn’t lose the momentum too much, even if his hips jolted out of time because you’d tightened around his cock. Not even when he told you to rub your clit for him and had accidentally moaned himself when your fingers brushed against his base. Thankfully he’d been able to smother his moan with your lips, uncovering your mouth long enough to give you an equally deep kiss until he needed to pull away for air. He’d recovered your mouth with his hand though, feeling you clenching around him more frequently and wanting to see you cum as well as feel it.   You gasped and panted as your orgasm neared, finishing with a stifled cry of Jack’s name.   He followed you over the edge quickly, burying his face in the crook of your neck to try and suppress his own sounds of pleasure as he spilled himself between your legs.  

For a moment you both forgot where you were. You wrapped your arms around Jack as he kissed you again, trying to dull the ache as he pulled his cock from you. But even after that you were both reluctant to stop. His hand found your breast and you somehow managed to get his thigh between your legs as you rolled over, rocking your hips against it. You might even have kept going, humping him into a second found, but the sound of a door shutting heavily across the hall broke through the sense of solitude and you realised what position you were in.   “See,” he said, his cockiness dulled a little by how fucked out he looked, “I said it’d be fun.”  “Mmhmm, it was,” you agreed, happy to concede that point to him, “But you should clean up and then meet Drambuie downstairs. Double check he’s still there. I’ll stay and watch the computer.”  Jack sighed, “Alright sugar. Sorry, Agent. If it’ll make you less paranoid, I’ll check.”  “Thank you, baby.” You smiled, stealing a final kiss before you kicked Jack out of the bed, “If it turns out he’s not spying on us I’ll let you shower with me before we leave.” 

[jshookthighs]

I rise from the dead my friends, here to deliver you part 2 before slinking back into the shadows. Kinda in my feels rn and want to write an angst piece but honestly idk how well that will go. I apologize for the wait and also if this second part isn’t too good. I’m trying to stay GN so I had to rewrite this a few times to get out of that AFAB! mindset. Be warned that under the cut, we’re jumping straight into it, if you haven’t read the first part, ya might be confused - it’s just straight-up smut y’all under the cut

Warnings: Smut - MINORS DNI 🔞, Grinding, Oral (receiving), Fingering, Needy sex, Unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos), Subby!Corey, Praise kink, almost getting caught, a wee bit of crying - I am so bad at writing these warnings

Word Count: 2651 (lord help me lol)

ANYWAYS:

Not Just Cuddles at the Radio Tower - technically a pt 2 🔞

Like a slingshot cranked back too far, Corey snaps forward like a bolt of lightning. His arms wrap tightly around your form, crushing you close to his body. Every inch of him presses deep into you, his hips slot perfectly against yours. It’s like a puzzle piece, and perhaps you were made just for each other - you like to think that you are. However, Corey seems to think you’d fit better without the barrier of clothing as he pulls back just enough to start shoving your shirt up and over your chest. His impatience is too much as he whines when the offensive fabric refuses to go higher so instead he dips down to reconnect his lips to your skin, but this time he presses kisses to the soft expanse of your stomach. From there he licks and bites his way up to your chest, all the while gliding his eager hands over your tummy and down across your thighs, gripping and pulling at all the meat he could, trying his hardest to get you closer. 

However, that seems to rile him up even more as each tug causes him to drive harder against your core, his whimpers and sighs, in turn, causing you to heat up. In frustration, the gentle licks to your nipples turn into quick nips causing your hands to bury deep into Corey’s chocolate curls and yank. The moan he lets out is absolutely sinful. And his eyes? They shine with the threat of tears but are filled with nothing but complete and utter devotion. It makes you want to eat him alive. “Such a good boy, Corey. You’re so pretty.” You can’t help but compliment him, and you’re glad you did because the ramifications are instant. He practically finishes right there, his mouth dropping open into a wanton moan. With that, he’s scrambling to undo the button of your jeans. You honestly think the fabric will rip as he tries to wretch your pants down past your hips. He lets out a cry of frustration and his lip trembles as though he’s about to sob. “I wanna be a good boy, I am your good boy. Fuck - please - I wanna show you. Please!” Corey is basically panting at this point, desperate and willing to do anything to make you feel good. If only he could get your goddamn pants off. You gently grab his eager hands to stop his yanking for a moment. You can’t help but coo at his pathetic expression. “It’s ok, honey, you’re doing so well. You always make me feel good. Here, let me help, ok?” You go ahead and start pulling down both your jeans and underwear for him when he stops you with a whimper and a tug at the elastic of your undergarments. “I wanna do it!” for a moment you’re confused but soon realize that he wants to be the one to drag off that last bit of clothing. It had always been a sort of ritual with you two, wherever you did fool around, Corey made it a point to be the one to fully undress you, saying that it’s like unwrapping a present every time. 

You smile and remove your hand from your underwear to finish pushing off your pants. However, you do take the moment to slip his crooked glasses off the bridge of your boyfriend’s nose, setting them gently to the side. Corey always had the knack of forgetting to remove the frames. All the while, his other hand refuses to stop moving, mapping out every inch of your skin from the tenderness of your throat to the plush of your thighs and everything in between. Wet kisses trail down your form until Corey’s soft lips press into the elastic of your underwear. Pearly whites snatch the fabric tight within their grip and you feel like your heart is gonna explode as mahogany eyes refuse to leave yours - burning through you like flames. Slowly, the garment is tugged away and down your thighs. Corey removes the underwear the rest of the way with his hand once they reach your ankles. Instead of flinging them into oblivion, he stuffs them into the back pocket of his jeans. Rough fingers glide up your calves to your thighs, digging his thumbs into the inside in order to pry your legs out wide. Goosebumps ripple across your skin but you don’t know if it's from the slight chill on the breeze or the hungry gaze of your partner. “Can I…?” Corey’s question hangs in the air, his request quite obvious by the way his tongue runs over his lips and his fingernails dig in ever so slightly, causing crescent moons to decorate your skin. You nod “Yeah, hun. Please?” You ask him in return, now squirming in place. 

You’re glad the blanket is below you because your legs are thrown around Corey’s wide shoulders - your body being dragged violently across the roof as a mop of brown hair dives down between your legs. Teeth and tongue and spit blur as rough stubble scratch your soft skin. Corey’s enthusiasm knocks the breath out of you and forces loud sounds to try and claw their way up your throat. Trying your best to be quiet you press the back of your hand tight against your mouth. You can hear your lover grumble. Clearly upset to not hear you, Corey decides to add his fingers to the mix, slicking them up with saliva before easing them inside. With your head thrown back, you can’t help the broken moan that escapes you. In return, you can feel the deep hum of your lover rattle through your core. When his finger curl and press firmly against that sweet spot you can’t stop yourself from clawing your fingertip through Corey’s curls and yanking at the roots. “Corey - f-fuck, baby. You’re doin so g-good. Feels-feels- oh my god! Keep going, need-I need it.” Your praise sends blood straight to his dick and his efforts double - fingers moving fast and hard and tongue lapping up at down zeroing in on the spots that make you see stars. Instinctively, your hips try to escape the intensity of his motions, but the young mechanic is having none of it - his strong arms yank you ever closer, effectively suffocating himself. You’d be worried about his lack of oxygen if you weren’t right on the edge of finishing. “There-there! yes yes yes yes-like that! Just like-shit-I’m close!” You’re panting like a racehorse - moans and whines drifting up into the once quiet night. His name comes out of you like a prayer, over and over until you don’t know any other word. Corey finally breaks away for just a moment to breathe and to beg. “Do it. Come on, cum for me. Do it, do it, I got you.” And with that, he’s back at it full force. But, it takes no time between his actions and his words before you are hurled off the edge and come crashing down into a grand finish. 

Your legs twitch and shake as Corey finishes cleaning you up, lapping up the mess made. You’d say you see white, but in reality, all you can see is the pulsing red blink of the tower, looming over the two of you. Groggily you haul yourself up onto your elbows as your legs are being gently removed from your boyfriend’s shoulders. And boy what a sight you are treated to. His face is flushed red, eyes watery and droopy, and slick coats his nose, cheeks, and lips, and drips down his chin. He’s heaving, trying to suck in as much oxygen as his lungs can take, but he’s got the dopiest grin on his face - canines shining in the light and tongue darting out to get one last taste of you. “God, I love you.” You sigh, petting his head. At that, he can’t help but laugh incredulously, completely astonished that you of all people could love the likes of him. Words are too much for Corey and instead, he chooses to crawl up your form in order to press his lips hard to yours making you taste yourself. The peace of the afterglow is cut short as you feel a rough denim press against you again, only now it’s amplified due to your lack of clothing. Poor Corey was still rock hard and wanting. Who were you to keep him waiting? So, with a huff, you’re grabbing onto the collar of his shirt and coaxing him to flip over so that you’re sitting on top of his lap. Slinking your hands under the fabric, you feel the warm expanse of his sides and chest in order to coax his shirt up and over his head. “You did so well, sweetheart. I think it’s about time we take care of you, hmm?” With fingers dancing over his adam's apple, you can feel your lover swallow hard. “Yeah, yeah-yes, yes, please.” What a sweet thing, always using his manners. 

You smile at that thought as you work quickly to undo his jean button, Corey helping to push both the denim and his underwear down his legs are far as he can, too impatient to kick the clothes completely off. Cock springing out, red and angry. It’s wet with his own slick, terribly turned on from going down on you. Taking him gently in your hand, you swipe your thumb over the weeping tip making the brunette gasp and mewl. Your other hand brushes his warm cheek, soft fingers dancing over the skin there. “You look so pretty underneath me, ya know that? Doing so well and making me feel good. Want me to make you feel good too, baby?” At this point, Corey is nodding so hard that you think he’ll pull a muscle. His hips jump uncontrollably at your words and as much as you want him, you can’t help but want to tease the man a bit. “Use your words, hun. You gotta tell me whatcha want.” In order to give him a little nudge, you begin to stroke up and down. “You. I want you.” Red dusts his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Unimpressed, you squeeze him in your palm a little tight. “You already have me, baby. What do you want me to do?” Shyness has seemed to capture your man, so in order to motivate him a bit more, you stop moving completely. This seems to do the trick because he’s quickly latching his hands back onto your thighs. “In! I-I want you to put it in. I wanna be inside, please!” Now that is exactly what you wanted to hear - and paired with his pathetically needy voice, you don’t make Corey wait much longer. 

You lift yourself so that you’re hovering over top of him, guiding him so that he sits right at your entrance. Before you can sink down, your boyfriend grabs the hand that sits on his chest and gives it a squeeze. “Hey.” It makes you look up from what you’re doing. “I love you too.” The words are soft, yet firm. As if there was no doubt in his mind that he absolutely and undeniably loves you. It takes your breath away for a moment, but when it returns, you lean down to kiss him, plush lips making you swoon. And at the same time, you're sliding yourself down on him, causing the two of you to sigh in unison. Once you both relax, you pull yourself up again before slamming back down. Again and again, you rock and bounce. Moans and grunts escape you both, but honestly, Corey’s getting louder than you. He’s far too gone to care much about anything but the sensation of your rhythmic rocking. In fact, his mouth is open wide, moans slipping out with every other breath, and drool dripping down the side of his chin. Those dark eyes are hazy, staring and ogling every inch of you. It’s obvious that the man is close by the way his hips are bucking relentlessly and how he’s babbling nonsense. “Close-clo- I’m close, baby, please! Need it-need it. Can I/ Can I, please? Wanna cu-cu. Can I cum? Please, please, please, please, pleas-” Your hand quickly comes down to cover Corey’s mouth as you hear a door slam open from below. “Who the hell is out there?!” You knew that voice well, none other than Willy the Kid - DJ of the radio station you and your partner were currently banging on. 

You could still feel Corey wriggling underneath you, upset that he was robbed of finishing. You could hear him whining under your palm. Afraid he’d draw attention, you motion to him to keep quiet with a finger to your lips. “Where are y'all? I know someone’s out here!” The radio host yells out into the night and you assume he’s walking around looking for intruders. Knowing full well it wasn’t a good idea, you slowly rise up and sink back down, trying to be as silent as possible as you continue riding the curly brunette. The only problem is with how precise you’re riding Corey, he’s bottoming out inside you every single time, hitting that deliciously sweet spot inside that makes you curl your toes and bite your lip so hard it feels like the skin will tear. “Damn, I swore I heard somethin’.....I am working too damn hard. Fuck this.” With that, you hear footsteps retreating and the creaking of a door as it clicks shut. Still cautious, you keep your hand planted firmly against your partner’s lips, not trusting him to be quiet. You lean down close to him so that only he could hear you. “You wanna cum? Wanna cum, sweetheart?” Again, he’s nodding violently, eyes begging when he couldn’t do so with words. Not that he isn’t trying - you can hear muffled pleases and yeses, warm breath puffing against your palm. Giving mercy to the poor soul you begin to speed up. “Come on, baby, go ahead and cum. You’re so good. Such a go-shit- good boy. Doing so well. You-you deserve it, hun. Come on, Corey, cum for me.” Thank God your hand is blocking his noises because after a good few hard bounces, he’s practically screaming as he is launched over the edge. Large hands grip your waist tightly to the point of bruising and hips jolt up to press firmly to your own. A moment later, you feel warmth shoot inside you. 

That is the final straw before you yourself are flung into a mind-shattering finish. You collapse on top of him, chests pressed together in a sweaty mess and gasping for much-needed air. His arms come to hug you closer and lips connect to the crown of your head. You can’t help but chuckle at the situation, almost getting caught while having sex on the roof of a radio station and with it also being the first time you both had said “I love you” to one another. Quite the evening overall. After a couple of minutes, you sigh and roll off your partner so that you’re laying side by side looking up at the stars and that ever-blinking tower. “Ya mean it?” The question breaks the silence. “That you love me, I mean.” He clarifies without you having to ask. You don’t even hesitate. “Of course I do. Do you? Really mean it.” Corey squeezes your hand in his. “With all my heart.” Silence falls again, minus the sound of midnight crickets and your rhythmic breaths. Both of you stare up at that beacon of light - that symbol of refuge; its red pulse reminds you of a heartbeat. More time passes before Corey breaks that calm one more time. “We’ll burn it down. All of it. It’ll be just you and me against the world.” And that sounded perfect to you.

[messers-moony]

Tomorrow | S.B

Paring: Sirius Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: James is nervous to marry Lily so he asks his best friend how he managed to marry his wife.

A/N: I know that this is vote number one instead of number two (which won) however, I decided to scrap what I had for number two because it wasn’t good. This is better and I’ll continue to rewrite number two until it’s to my standards. I hope you understand.

His hands were sweaty. He was nervously pulling his hair which received multiple slaps from his best friend for ruining his hair. James stepped foot in the full-length mirror readjusting his bow tie while Sirius stood behind him, chuckling at his nervous best friend.

James sighed, “How’d you do it, Pads?”

“Mm?”

“How did you marry Y/n?”

Sirius chuckled, “Have you turned daft?”

James tilted his head in confusion, “You were my best man! You were there the entire time.” Sirius replied playfully.

“No, no, I mean, how did you really do it? Like step on the altar and marry her?”

“I just did?” Sirius answered, and James gave him a look, “Bullshit.”

“Okay, fine! Fine!” Sirius relented, “I was practically shitting myself. Y/n means a lot to me, ya’ know?”

James was silent, letting his best friend rant about his wife, “Y/n means everything to me. She’s been with me through thick and thin. There’s nothing more I wanted than to marry her even if it was in the midst of this war.”

“You’ve been chasing Lily for years, mate. I can promise you that she wouldn’t have said yes if she didn’t really want to.” Sirius assured.

“You’re sure?” James inquired insecurely, “I’m one hundred percent sure.”

A knock resonated on the door with a soft voice on the other side, “It’s just me!”

The female voice on the other side of the door walked in, styled h/c hair and makeup placed upon her face. She was greeted with Sirius, and a hug pulled tightly into his chest. She saw James looking at them nervously, and she let go of Sirius to hug James tightly.

“You’re going to be okay? I promise.” She stated, pulling apart to look at his hazel eyes, “Lily loves you. Godric, she loves you more than anything!”

“Thanks, Y/n.” James smiled softly, and Y/n pulled her lips to his ear to whisper, “Lily’s liked you since second year.”

James and Y/n laughed as they pulled apart, “But that stays between us!”

“Oi!” Sirius interjected playfully, “Taking my wife, are you?”

“Never.” James replied smiling, all nerves having left, “Thank you both for being here. Seriously it means a lot to me.”

They smiled, “Anytime.”

Someone cracked open the door and spoke, “We need the maid of honor and the best man so we can start.”

“Suppose that’ll be us?” Sirius questioned teasingly, “I think so.” Y/n smiled.

Y/n kissed James’ cheek, “You’ll do fine, and we’ll see you soon.”

“Of course, Mrs.Black.”

Sirius wrapped his arm around Y/n as they walked out to the aisle and altar. Sirius took his spot on the right and Y/n on the left. Smiling at each other from the side, remembering what it was like only a few months ago when they got married. When Lily was in the maid of honor spot and James was in the best man spot. Now roles were reversed.

James stepped out, gaining a reassuring smile from them both. Lily following not too far after with her father. James and Lily looked like lovesick puppies. It was adorable. Vows were exchanged, and tears were shed, especially from James and Lily. On the alter, someone took pictures of the four of them together. Sirius told an absurd joke making them all laugh. A picture was taken at the exact moment.

It was nice. Y/n and Sirius sat at a table together. His arm was around her shoulders as they watched their best friends dance together and laugh together. Sirius took the clips out of his wife’s hair and scratched her scalp, causing her to move into his hand. Multiple hours of clips in Y/n’s hair gave her headache, and Sirius was relieving it.

“Feel nice, love?”

“Yes, these bloody clips. Make sure you save them. I’m going to throw them at Lily later.” Y/n stated, and Sirius chuckled, “Mhm, okay.”

Hours later, James and Lily began to act like fools. Y/n picked up one of the clips from the table, aiming precisely with some help from Sirius - a former Quidditch Beater - and threw it at her. At first, she didn’t notice, but after the third one, she did. The smile on her face was unmistakable.

Lily picked up the three clips and turned toward her maid of honor with her hair down completely. Another one was thrown at her, and Lily laughed loudly. Then one was thrown at Y/n and Sirius. Fortunately, Lily threw it and missed Y/n completely, instead hitting Sirius right in the face. James, Lily, and Y/n were laughing like the only people in the building.

“Oi!” Sirius yelled, “Control your wife, Prongs!”

Y/n stood up, reaching a hand out for Sirius, “C’mon Siri. Let’s go join them.”

Sirius smirked and took her hand, joining their best friend dancing together, jumping around like fifth-year Gryffindors in the common room. They looked like complete idiots, but that didn’t matter. Lily and Y/n holding hands, twirling each other around, laughing together. James and Sirius began to throw the clips at each other. Remus and Peter were on the side watching the idiots.

Lily and Y/n traded. Y/n danced with James, and Lily danced with Sirius. The girls could remember back in sixth year complaining about their boyfriends in the girl's dorms but always remembering that they love their idiots. When the night was over, just the four of them at Godrics Hollow, they just laughed the night away.

“So, Mrs.Potter, how’s it feel?” Y/n teased, “Surprisingly, it feels great.” Lily replied.

“How about you, Mrs.Black?”

“Being married to Sirius is a dream.” Y/n joked, “No, no, but in all seriousness, he’s delightful, sweeter than I imagined.”

Lily’s eyebrows quirked, “What’s he like?”

“Perfect?” Y/n replied, “Does laundry, cooks, cleans, makes my coffee every morning before order stuff?”

“Mother of Merlin! I never would’ve expected-“ Lily exclaimed, “I know! It’s crazy!” Y/n interrupted.

“We got lucky, didn’t we?”

“Indeed we did, sister.”

They clinked their glasses of firewhiskey together. Both girls finally married, finally together. Lily and Y/n hit the motherload with their husbands. Both were gentlemen and chivalry experts. Both girls fell asleep together on the couch, leaving both boys to bring them to bed. Sirius and Y/n in the guest bedroom. James and Lily in their bedroom.

The following morning the four of them woke up. Lily and Y/n were making breakfast while the two men tried to help despite having no knowledge of cooking. Two hours later, breakfast was made and being eaten at the dinner table. Clinks of forks and sounds of chewing were the only sounds coming from the table.

Until Sirius spoke up, “So, how was yesterday, newlyweds?”

“Perfect.” James answered, Sirius then turned to Lily, “Despite everything going on, I think we really needed it.”

Y/n nodded, “Completely agree. It was nice to let loose for a couple of hours.”

The conversation then went quiet, “I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.” Said James solemnly.

“Yesterday was great, but what we don’t know is the future, and I know that right now it’s a dark time. It’s probably one of the lowest points I’ve been in my life. My parents being terribly sick, the Dark Lord on the rise supposedly. Everything seems to be going in a downhill spiral.”

“But for the first time in months, yesterday I felt like a first-year at Hogwarts performing my first prank. I felt like that second-year who blew up Y/n’s cauldron for fun. The third-year who decided it’d be a brilliant idea to dye Sirius’ hair pink.” James stated as everyone laughed, “Let’s just say I didn’t have hair for a week.” He murmured.

“Fourth year when I stole Remus’ book, and he nearly killed me. Fifth-year, when I turned into an animagus for Moony. Sixth year when Lily finally decided to give me a chance. Seventh year when we blew up fireworks in the Great Hall for the graduating class of 1978.”

“Not knowing what tomorrow brings leaves us anxious and nervous. But there’s one thing I’m sure of.” James informed, “That if anything ever happens to me, just know, that every second we’ve spent together, every memory we have together, I hold them close to my heart. They all mean something to me. Even if it’s as simple as sitting in the common room together.”

“James-“

“I’m not finished.” He interrupted, “This is a scary time, but I’ve always been certain of one thing, that thing is you guys. You guys have always been constants in my life. Always been there for me through thick and thin. Sirius being my brother, Lily being my wife, and Y/n being the little sister I never got and my shoulder to cry on.”

Y/n chuckled, “Hey!”

“I still love you.” James replied teasingly through his tears, and she smiled, “I know, Prongs.”

“I’ll eventually have to repeat the same speech to Moony and Wormtail, but for right now, I haven’t felt happier. I wanted to say all of this at the wedding, but Lily didn’t want to dampen anyone’s mood, which I understand. Yesterday was a breath of fresh air for what’s to come.”

“But tomorrow, we will all go back to our Order missions and meetings. One thing I can be sure of is that I can always trust you guys, through and through. If for some reason something happens to me, just know I love you guys.”

“We love you too, James.” Lily replied.

Sirius sniffled and smiled through his teary eyes, “Nothing will happen to you guys. Not with me here. You guys have given me too much to let you guys go without a fight.”

“And that’s why we love you, Padfoot.” James stated, smiling at him.

“Everything will be okay. We’ll get through this.” Y/n said with hopeful optimism that would always brighten her friend's days.

[fluffimemes]

Okay i sended my request before i finished it basicly MC died became a angel and is dating 1 of the most powerfull demon that their is then threw whine at God to become a demon (luke and simeon saw it all happen) cause they want to be with the brothers and their reasons?

They wanted to be a demon, they are gonna live their life however they want and nobody is stop them not even fucking God himself and how many people get to say they threw whine at God only 1 and thats MC *proud MC noises*🥴😁🤪

Just how would everyone react? or if you don't want to do everyone just the brothers

HELLO, I JUST WANTED TO SAY I LOVE YOU /p

It's not everyday that you get to write about someone throwing wine at God.

Also, I decided to do the brothers with Simeon and Luke!

I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE, MY BRAIN HASN'T BEEN WORKING SO IT'S HARD TO THINK

I also went off track, if you want me to rewrite it, please tell me </3

Requests open! Please request at @local-pansexual-writer !

The brothers, Simeon, and Luke reacting to Angel MC throwing wine at God to become a demon

Warning: A little angst (MC's death) and a little vulgar language

I hope I got that right-

I also did not proof read this

Lucifer

When MC died, Lucifer already knew that they were becoming an angel.

He didn't like that but he didn't want to be selfish, so he overworked himself to not think about it.

That is until MC comes to his office, in a demon form with a proud look on their face.

Lucifer first thought he was imagining things until MC ran to him and gave him a hug while he was sitting down.

He was in shock for almost a minute but he quickly gave MC a hug, got them on his lap, and pulled them in for a kiss, not caring that he broke his composure.

But then Lucifer realized that they were a demon, what happened?

MC quickly told him the story.

"Well, being an angel wasn't so fun, I just missed you guys. So I decided to throw wine at God because he has the audacity to boss me around!"

Lucifer was very starstruck, MC threw wine... at God?

Fucking loves MC so much.

It's hard to see someone else living your dream. Marry him now.

Of course he's still concerned for MC because they did just become a demon.

Lucifer will take in the pride of having a partner who threw wine at fucking God.

He may or may not tease MC sometimes.

"You never learn do you?"

Mammon

Mammon became depressed after MC's death, they were like his other half.

Now they're probably with the angels so he'll never see them again.

He just gambled away all his money and got into more debt.

That was until Mammon came back to his room and seeing MC sitting on his bed, waving at him.

Didn't even think for a minute and ran to them, hugging and kissing them while they both sunk on the bed.

But after they stand up from the bed, he finally starts thinking and is confused on how they're in the Devildom.

MC tells him the story while having a proud face.

"I threw wine at God! I just want to be free and not follow so many rules."

Starts laughing nonstop, imagining his Father's face.

Ruffles MC's hair.

"I'm proud of ya!"

Leviathan

When MC died, he would not get out of his room.

Games and anime abandoned because they somehow remind him of MC.

His brothers needed to force him to eat and get some fresh air.

While he was ranting to Henry, MC bursts into his room.

Levi was SHOOK and was a little frightened thinking that it was one of his brothers to force him out until he heard their voice.

"I'm back!~"

Levi never got up so fast and ran to MC, hugging them hard.

His awkward attitude got thrown out the window, he was just relieved to see MC again.

That was until he remembered they were in the Devildom, he has lots of questions.

MC excitedly told him what happened.

"Well, I was starting to get bored and tired as an angel so I decided to throw wine at God!"

Needed a minute to comprehend it but when he did, he started laughing.

Wishes MC got a picture of it.

"I wish I had your confidence!"

Satan

When MC died, he really didn't know what to do.

Satan tried reading books but it was hard when there's a slight comparison to MC.

He tried going to cat cafes but it just reminded him of MC.

Satan was cleaning a classroom when someone hugged him from behind.

He quickly turned around, ready to push them away until he saw it was MC.

Quickly hugs and kisses MC, he's really excited to see them back and already starts thinking of date plans.

Until he realizes that MC was in their demon form, weren't they suppose to be an angel?

MC's face lights up and quickly tells him.

"God was giving me a lot of orders to do so I decided to throw wine at him!"

Takes a minute to process.

But then Satan starts laughing and pats their head.

Secretly, he was REAL proud of them. I mean, God did kill his sister right?

New date idea: Drinking wine.

"You will always be a troublemaker, won't you?"

Asmodeus

Starts going out to parties less and less after MC's death.

Asmo tries to keep up with appearance but it feels like a chore.

He'll sulk around his room, trying to think that MC is happy in the Celestial Realm.

Until someone kicks open his door. Asmo is ready to scold one of his brothers (Mammon) but his words get stuck in his throat when he sees MC.

They both run to each other and Asmo will hug h a r d that MC needs to ask to breathe.

MC only gets 1 second to breathe until they get attacked with kisses all around their face.

Asmo only realizes that MC is a demon when he remembers why he was sulking around.

MC excitedly tells him the story.

"I threw wine at God! You should've seen his face!"

H u h . . H U H

Kind of worried? I mean, MC did throw wine at GOD.

But that was kind of hot of MC?

That's one of his reasons on why he loves MC, they're fearless! It's kind of a problem sometimes

Though, Asmo is disappointed you didn't take any pictures. He could've posted it on Devilgram!

"You're so fearless!~ But I think we should set up on some boundaries..."

Beelzebub

Didn't eat a lot after MC died, even if his stomach growled REALLY loud.

His brothers forced him to eat because it was too loud.

Everyone was concerned for him.

While he was sitting at the dining table, looking at his plate of food, until he heard MC's voice.

"You're not gonna eat that?"

Never hugged someone so fast.

Even if he hugged MC fast, he was still surprised to see them.

Weren't they suppose to be in the Celestial Realm?

"Oh yeah... The Celestial Realm... Well I threw wine at God so I could come back here! He was kind of a bitch too..."

W-What

Yeah he was happy that MC was back with him but throwing WINE at GOD?

Worry chuckle.

He's also kind of proud though?

God deserved that honestly.

"You should be more careful MC... But since you're back, how about we eat? I'm hungry..."

Belphegor

Would not stop sleeping.

But even in his sleep, he felt cold, no matter how many blankets.

Belphie was used to MC's warmth.

On some nights he can't sleep, he tries to hold one of MC's favorite plushies.

While sleeping, he suddenly woke up because he felt a familiar warmth.

Quickly opened his eyes to see MC grinning at him.

Belphie became WOKE and hugged them tightly.

But then he realized, slowly but surely, that they aren't an angel.

MC told him the story.

"Well... I threw wine at God because he's so bossy. I just wanted freedom, y'know? You should've seen his face!

Belphie being Belphie, broke out laughing.

Is PROUD of MC.

Belphie kept imagining God's face, he wishes MC took a picture, he would've made it his lockscreen and laugh at it.

"Good job MC! I wish I could do that too!"

Simeon and Luke

(Writing them together)

What did they just watch?

Simeon and Luke saw how angry MC was to be in the Celestial Realm but didn't think they would throw WINE AT GOD.

Luke quickly brings napkins to God while Simeon calms MC down.

They are both thinking "Is this a dream??"

Didn't think MC would have that AUDACITY.

Simeon and Luke visit MC in the Devildom.

"Why would you do that! That was really unreasonable of you MC! Good thing we were there to calm God down!" Luke yelled out of concern.

"MC, you shouldn't pull stunts like that." said Simeon, also concerned.

"Serves him right! Shouldn't have been so bossy with me." Huffs MC.

In the end, Simeon and Luke are happy that MC is okay.

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SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONGGGG

AND SORRY IF IT WASN'T WHAT YOU WANTED </3

BUT THANKS FOR REQUESTING!! :D

[your-nanas-house]

Hello!! I spent a few days without placing any orders, until I had an idea. Could you imagine where Jerome returns from another day of crime and madness in Gotham and the reader will take care of his bruises in a cute and innocent way?

Of course! 💕

Like every time

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader

Warning: angst, fluff

Words:

Summary: in the request

Note: Sorry for the errors and the English. I know it turned out badly, I'm sorry, if you want me to rewrite it, tell me.

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Jerome was out again creating chaos and risking death again despite Y/n asking him not to go because of the memories still fresh in her mind of the first death of her ginger.

The girl was at home, thinking while sitting on the couch worried about her man continuing to hope he would come home, may be hurt but still at home alive.

It had been hours since Jerome had left their house and it was already dinner time, everything was ready and on the living room table; Y/n was eating when she heard the front door open and the footsteps she knew so well by now approaching where she was, still staying and watching TV as she ate the fast food food she had ordered for both of them.

The ginger grunted in pain as he sat down next to her, stealing the chip he was about to eat from her hand, making her turn to him and freeze when she noticed his state.

Jerome met her gaze not understanding what was happening to her, starting to smile pecking her cheek "hello doll!, what are ya staring at?".

The kiss awakened her from her thoughts; Y/n took his face in her hands examining his wounds "what did you do?, Wait here, dinner is on the table".

She went into the bathroom to take some things, ignoring the man's whines who didn't want her to leave so he wouldn't be alone in the room eating.

It wasn't many minutes before Y/n returned with a box in hand, clearing their table a little and setting the things on top, starting to pull out the things she needed to heal the ginger wounds.

Y/n did this all the time and it was something Jerome loved about her, he liked it when he came home and she treated his wounds, he felt loved but deep down he felt sorry for the worry he caused her every time he went out.

The cloth continued to be passed over the wounds on his face as he looked at the focused girl with a puppy dog expression not feeling the burn thanks to every gentle caress and kiss placed exactly where it should of the girl, making a warmth grow in his chest smiling happily while closing his eyes and letting her heal him..like every other time.

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[jazz-miester]

Holding hands. Ya know. Like normal bots.

Pairing: Ratchet x Bot!Reader x Drift

Song: Sunlight- Hozier

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

An: Y'all for the life of me I can't find a while lot of content for this. So I'm doing it myself. I love these two so much. (I also may rewrite this. I'm not completely happy with how it turned out but I do hope you all enjoy!)

(Bot reader is also gender neutral. Forgot to put that!)

They both noticed them at the same time. A soft smile pressed against a face that looked like it was plucked from an artist's canvas. Their optics were bright as they laughed. Their friends joining in with the harmonious music.

Their hands gestured almost wildly. Dancing through the air whilst they told their story. As they finish they come to a standstill, their fingers pressing against their cheek as they took a listening ear. Helm tilted to the side as they did so.

Drift has only seen them a few times here and there. And only when Rodimus was around. Y/n was one of the few bots that could stand Rodimus's more outlandish ideas of fun.

With a drink pressed to what he could only call sinful lips. He didn't have to point them out for Ratchet to notice either. Didn't have to speak a word.

"I've only seen them once for a check up. Haven't seen them since." Oh if he believed in any type of god it would be them. After they left he wouldn't see them again unless they needed him. It was a large ship and only seeing someone once in a blue moon wasn't an uncommon occurrence.

Their laughter carried over to the table they were sitting at. Drift seemed to glow as he placed a servo over Ratchets. The medic hardly sparing a glance as he gripped Drifts servos just a bit tighter.

"Ratty."

"No." Drift chuckled as he watched his Conjunx's optics follow the bot they were watching leave. All curves. Their frame moved languidly. Like water flowing through a stream. Calming but promises of disaster whispering on the edges. Hips swing while they walk. Punctuated by the lines on thier thighs.

Something neither of them would mind holding deep into the night.

"C'mon. Just a little talk. We both know we like them. What could it hurt?" Ratchet took a drink and set the empty glass far in front of himself.

"Drift. What of they don't want to be with either of us?" Drift arched a brow and snickered. Then began laughing. Shoulders shaking as disbelief went through him.

"Really Ratchet? That's what worries you. Rejection." He pressed a kiss to Ratchets servo. "If that was the case I would have never been with you. You deserve more than an ex-con. More than what I can currently give you." Ratchet shook his helm.

"Not this again." Drift grined.

"I'll go on until I've ran out of breath and you know that." Ratchet stared at him. Deadpan as he told Drift.

"We're cybertronian. Not human. We don't breath." And with that Drift threw his hands in the air.

"Not only have you missed my point, but they've gotten away."

"Drift-"

"Ratty?" Drift wiggled in his seat, giving Ratchet a "look" as the Doctor was prone to saying.

All Drift knew was that it made Ratchet soften and cave in. Useful when he tried to get the mech to rest.

"I. Fine." Ratchet drank then stole the rest of Drifts drink. Something something on the beach. "Stop giving me that look you've one."

"Ye-" Ratchet cut Drift off.

"Under the condition that we get to know them first. Outside of Rodimus and Doctors visits." Drift nodded his helm rapidly. Excited that they got to meet this new bot.

To get the possibility to add to his little family.

It wasn't to long after that Ratchet got to talk to them. Not even a full week later they were in the med bay.

"A twisted arm and. Primus how did you even manage that?" He glanced up at the bot in front of them. Their frame darkly colored, bright pink energon smeared all over their tapered waist. They had the decency to look ashamed.

"In my defense Rodimus told me I couldn't do it." Y/n shrugged their shoulders. "I did it but got a spike in the side. And rolled. And well." They vaguely gestured at their twisted arm.

"And here I thought you were one of the sensible ones." Ratchet went straight to work. The words muttered under his breath as he Dulled pain receptors and twisted metal back into shape and fixing pierced armour.

He was answered by a flushed faceplate and stuttering fans.

They spent another week together in the med bay. Where he learned they got just as twitchy as Drift when he had to sit still for too long. In truth they were ready to leave two days ago.

But he liked the way they got flustered over small touches. Was it an abuse if his power? Probably. Did he care? Frag no.

And it was nice seeing them fit so easily with Drift. They listened to him aptly. Optics wide as he taught them all he knew about meditation, crystals, and his time with the Circle of Light.

And here the three of them were. Y/n's helm was facing Drift, who was sitting next to them. Ratchet was between their legs, thick fingers prodding along their neck. He could feel their pulse quickening as he checked for any residual soreness.

"Everything ok Ratchet?" They asked. Wide eyes peering up at him. Ratchet hummed in response.

"Seems to be." He pointed a finger at them. "And if you come back in this medbay because you got hurt by another stunt like that one I will reformat you into a toaster." Y/n chuckled and nodded their helm. Ratchet softened a bit at that smile. And it seems so did Drift.

Drift looked over at Ratchet. Then sent him a message through their private com link.

:Can we ask them now?:

:No.: Ratchet left from in front of Y/n and began making the last of his notes on their chart.

:C'mon Ratty! Them coming into the medbay like this got the both of us to know them together! It's a perfect opportunity!: Ratchets hands found a place on his hips as he turned to glare at his conjux.

: No. Not yet.: Drift sighed.

:The worst thing that could happen is a no.:

Y/n glanced between the two of them. Clearly they were arguing about something.

"Should. Should I leave?" They were already partway off of the berth before Drift stopped them. A hand splaying across thier chest. He could feel thier spark fluttering deep inside.

"Would you like to go get drinks with as down at Swerves?" Y/n was taken back a moment so he quickly added. "As friends of course. I'd like to think we've all gotten a little closer together. Right?"

Y/n felt their tanks turn as nervousness took over them. It is true they all got to know each other a little bit more. And they have spoken to Drift a few times before this. Being friends with Rodimus allotted time for that. And Drift has been nothing but nice to them.

Out of the corner of their optic they could see Ratchet fidgeting with a rag trying to seem busy. Something told them that this was more that just friends going out to drink.

"Ya. I'd love that." They smiled at him. "What time? I think Swerve was gonna hold a movie tonight as well. We could go watch that?" Drift grinned. Fanged teeth just catching on his bottom lip.

"Sounds perfect."

And that's exactly what they did. Again and again. Whenever all three of them had time off, which was difficult because of Ratchets odd hours, they would get together.

And at the same time it hurt y/n. The two of them were perfect together. It made them wonder why they wanted to hang out with them. They were nothing special. Didn't have any high rankings or noticable achievements during or after the war. So when the feelings started they almost quick hanging out the the couple all together.

Ratchet and Drift never made them feel like a third wheel. Hardly. They included them in everything. It was confusing. New territory to explore and yet.

"Y/n? You there Glow Bug?" Y/n groaned at the nickname. They got it after Drift began teasing them over how brightly thier faceplates began everytime it flushed out of emberasement or nervousness. Y/n wondered if he knew it was because of him and Ratchet.

"Huh? Oh ya. Sorry. Just got lost in thought for a moment." Ratchets fingers ghosted over their faceplates. Sure enough they began to flush once more.

"Are you getting sick? I told you to come in a while ago." They shook their helm.

"No. No I'm not. I." Should they asked? They don't want to ruin the friendship that they have with them. Ratchet and Drift were the closest friends they had next to Rodimus.

They took a long sip of their drink.

"Is everything ok Glowbug?" Drift tilted his helm. "You are looking a little warm there. To much to drink?"

"M'fine. Honestly." They felt Ratchets arm come to rest on the seat behind him as the older mech sat back in his seat. His thumb brushed the nape of their neck sending shivers down their spine.

All of this was confusing. Y/n was having trouble distinguishing platonic touch and a more intimate touch. Never having really been able to get a deeper relationship with anybody other than friends.

Honestly. Why would Ratchet or Drift want them. Y/n felt Drifts knee press against their own as he reached over to pour more enjex into Ratchets and their glass. The bright pink liquid swirling as the glass filled.

It was quite between them for a moment. The other patrons of the bar talking around them.

Confusion was swirling through their though thoughts. One moment Drift an Ratchet were acting like friends and the next they were flirting. Touches that were anything but casual. Given the chance they would loved to be in a relationship with them but realistically. Do they really deserve that? They wouldn't want to ruin anything that the two already have. And they cherish their friendship. It's just.

"Ok. Now I know something is wrong. You never this lost in thought." Drift placed his servo over theirs. His thumb brushes over their knuckles. Y/n wasn't small by any means but even still, it looked like his hand engulfed theirs.

"Why?" Y/n said at last. Their voice a little to this side of shaking for their liking.

"Why what, Glowbug?" Drift asked. His hand never leaving theirs.

"Why are you guys doing this?" The two drew theirs hands back almost comically fast.

The two began making faces at one another. Something they've come to learn was them speaking over their coms or through their bond.

Ratchets shoulders shrugged downwards as if pulled by a great weight. Drift looked everywhere but them.

"It wasn't our intention to make you feel uncomfortable." Ratchet pulled away from them as did Drift.

It left an ache in their spark.

"If we made you feel forced to do anything we apologize. Sincerely." Drift looked back and them. His mouth opened and closed. "I know I'm an ex con but. Anything anyone's told you more than likely isn't true."

Y/n snort laughed. Drifts faced was almost comical. Confusion painted all over.

"That's. That's hardly it at all. I meant. Why are you guys being so nice?" They gripped their drink tightly. "I mean. I love our friendship. Really I do. It's the closest I've gotten to any one but. Some stuff. A lot of stuff is new to me." Ratchets hand rested onto their shoulder.

"And?"

"And I don't understand. I don't want to ruin what we have. At all. But. Something is telling me you want to be more. More than just friends." Drift smiled softly. His thumb brushing the rim of his drink.

"Ya. Both me and Ratchet." He made a point to mention the medic. "We both like you. A lot. And we did want to get to know you as a friend. Mostly. But we didn't want to." He nodded his helm side to side. "We didn't want to proposition you for anything you didn't want to do. Honestly. We were waiting for you to say something first. With me being third of command and Ratchet being cmo."

Y/n hesitated. Here they were. They knew the solid truth now. And truly. They would live to be with them. But.

"You've never been in a relationship before. Have you?" Ratchet asked. His voice low and soft as to not seem like he was making fun.

"I." They sighed. "No. I haven't. I wasn't ever able to but. I'd like to. With both of you." They drew in bit on themselves. Then smiled. "I couldn't think of anyone better than to be in a relationship with. It's just. I have absolutely no idea how any of this works."

Drift laughed. His shoulders shaking.

"Ratty! They said-" Ratchet cut them off.

"I know what they said." He looked back at y/n. "You would have us?"

"I'm pretty sure I already said yes. Unless your so old we need to have First Aid check your hearing." Ratchet laughed and snarked back at them.

"I'm not so old that I wouldn't be able to hear you calling my name." He waited for a moment for it to sink in. Muttered directly into their audio receptor.

"Oh." Faceplates grew with heat. Glowbug indeed.

Drift took pity on them.

"I'll tell you what y/n. We'll start here." He grabbed ahold of one of their hands. Then reached over to do the same to Ratchet. "Holding hands. Ya know. Like normal bots."

[duskamethyst]

Oohh honoured!! 😭 if possible, do you think you can could write a Toji fic OR if you write about Yuuji or Toge (if not Toji is fine) where he possessively falls in love with the reader, and when she mentions how she only looks at him as just fwb. He can’t accept rejection, so he sexual harasses her/manipulating her to say yes

a/n: i’m even more honored that you trust me to write for you lol but i hope you like it :( tell me if there’s a part that i lacked and if you want me to rewrite it for you.

warnings: possessiveness, sexual harassment, degradation, implied noncon, yandere behavior if you squint, all characters are aged up.

“i love you.”

yuuji can’t believe what he just heard, let alone believing the fact that those three words slipped from his own lips out of the blue despite being whispered into the air. 

a pang of regret and humiliation wash over him when he notices you tense up just for a brief second. he’s sure you heard it too, yet you remain quiet. not a single word uttered, not even a glance at his way as you slip each leg into your pants one by one. 

he thinks you must’ve thought he’s being silly, but he does feel like an imbecile; not because of the current predicament, but ever since the first time he met you. oh, how he was so quick to get smitten. you’ve always made him feel special whenever you’re with him, but not until the moment you jump out of bed to collect your clothes from the floor.

it almost seems like a ritual; watching you put back on your clothes immediately after sharing hours of intimacy with him while his mind is infested by the same self-deprecating thoughts before you continue to leave him with only your faded scent and warmth to be his companion for the rest of the night.

“when are you coming by again?” yuuji chooses to be the one to break the uncomfortable silence after thinking that you’re taking too long to answer; which clearly seems like you won’t at all. 

you finally turn around to face him with a forced smile on your face, pretending not to hear what he professed beforehand. “i’m not sure, i uh.. kinda need to focus on my finals.”

yuuji knows that’s a blatant excuse and he’s not buying it. oftentimes he wonders if you have someone else you’d rather spend time with or if you’re meeting someone else after leaving his home. you’re attractive after all, there’s no way he’s the only one that keeps you company. the thought of a faceless stranger touching who he considers to be his fills him with rage and jealousy. 

“you’ve been here almost everyday and now you want to focus on your finals?” 

“you think i don’t have a life outside all this?” you roll your eyes at him before slipping into your shirt. “i wasn’t lying when i said–”

“i didn’t say you were.” 

“well, it seemed like it.” you chide and grab your bag on the floor and quickly walk away before the conversation can get heated up. “see ya.”

“so you’re just going to keep on getting your hole filled and then leave me like that?” he finally snaps from behind you, successfully stopping you from leaving.

you turn to glare at him, “isn’t that what it’s all about? don’t act like i’m the only one that’s on the receiving end here!” 

“you are! because you know what the difference is? it’s the fact that i fucking love you– i wasn’t using you, i’ve never thought of you as something to just get my dick wet.”

to hear him say that again makes you cringe. how can he make something out of what’s supposed to be meaningless?

“that’s too bad, then. i don’t know what you want me to say, yuuji. do you want me to lie and say that i love you? i guess i’m sorry if i led you on, but i’ve never seen us being more than what we are now.”

the air becomes even more suffocating as yuuji broods quietly from the bed. he’s in a total loss of words, but you’re aware that he’s angry and upset that his feelings aren’t reciprocated.

“i hope that clears things out.” you mutter and immediately abandon the male without sparing another glance or any hints about the possibility of meeting each other again. 

all you can think of is how you need to leave the place quickly and you’re completely oblivious of the trailing footsteps from behind you until a strong force tugs you by the wrist and drags you back into the same room. 

“yuuji– mmh–!” a large hand clamps your jaw before crashing his lips onto yours in a hasty and fervor kiss. he snatches your bag and throws it away as his tongue pushes through the barrier of your lips, greedily exploring your mouth even for the nth time before he rips off the fabric of your shirt, making you gasp into his mouth.

yuuji’s strong arms wrap securely around your waist while he leads you backwards to where his bed is situated without breaking the kiss. he finally draws away when you tumble onto the plush mattress and he immediately pins your wrists on each side of your head while one of his knees settles just below your core, keeping your thigh in between so you can’t use your legs to kick him. 

you try to break free from his grasp but it’s a pathetic attempt. dark, menacing eyes stare down at you beneath an unkempt mess of pink bangs while his grip tightens painfully to hold you still. “fuck. let go!” 

“you want to be a fucking whore, right? then, i bet you’ll love it when i treat you like one.” he growls, a low, rumbling noise that you feel in your bones. yuuji brings both wrists above your head and clutches them with one hand while the other pulls down your pants along with your underwear and gets his knee out of the way so he can fully strip you off. 

“and by the end of it, you’re gonna love me for it. why? because i’m the only one who can make you feel so much like who or what you actually are and i’m gonna do it all over again until you realize and tell me that you love me.”

[leossmoonn]

Temptation

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pairing - silas x forbes,fem!reader

type - fluffy smut, angst

note / request - “can i request a silas fic where the reader is Caroline's lil sis and Silas likes to annoy her, and he likes her a lot. Then Care and Damon are always into protective sibling modes where silas is around y/n. So one day they catch y/n making out w him, and then theres a lot of banter again” this was really fun to write! im not gonna rewrite background info lol so make sure to read the request. also the timeline of events is a little fuzzy so i apologise if i make a mistake. enjoy :)

summary - damon and caroline find you making out with the enemy, who just happens to be silas 

warnings / includes - language, sibling fighting, steamy make out, sexual tension heheh, you’re in your senior year of high school, suggestive

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“Hello, doll face,” Silas greeted behind you.

You jumped at his voice, but quickly settled down. “Hey, Silas,” you said dully.

“Why the long face, princess?” Silas asked. 

“Because you’re here,” you said. “Oh, that’s so mean. You’ve hurt my feelings,” Silas pouted. 

“Well, I’m not supposed to be talking to you anyways,” you stated matter-of-factly. 

“Ugh, you are such a goody two shoes. It’s cute, but annoying. Why not break the rules? I know you want to,” Silas said, leaning over the top of the couch, his face going right next to your’s.

You inhaled deeply, your heart pounding against your chest. You were attracted to him, no doubt about that, but if you even considered shaking his hand, Caroline and Damon would kill you. And you definitely didn’t want that.

“I can read your mind, Y/n. I know you want to kiss me, so go ahead,” he whispered. 

You didn’t turn your head, but your eyes wandered to the left. You got a good view of his lips, which made butterflies flutter in your stomach. It was so tempting to close the gap between you two, but you knew better than that. You turned your head the other way, standing up from the couch. You packed up your school work, deciding to leave the Salvatore house and go to your own. 

You were at the Salvatore house because Damon had offered to help you with your history homework. You took the offer and you two had been studying for a few hours. He had left you for 30 minutes to go and get you two lunch. In those 30 minutes, Silas had wandered into the house, looking for you. 

You pulled out your phone, texting Damon to go to your house instead of back to his. 

“Where are ya going?” Silas asked. 

“Home,” you mumbled, keeping your head down and walking to the front door. 

Silas stood in front of the door, making you look up at him with an annoyed frown. 

“Please let me go,” you said. 

“No, I’d rather see you beg,” Silas smirked. You rolled your eyes. “Please. Damon is waiting for me at my house with food.”

“Oh! Well, why don’t I just go with you, then? I’d love to see Damon.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you chuckled. “Why not? I can just pretend to be his brother! I’ve fooled lots of people already,” Silas smiled. 

“I think Damon will notice. Especially if I’m there,” you said.  “I’ll just sneak in then,” Silas suggested. 

“No, Silas! I just want to go home alone. Leave me alone,” you said sternly, looking him straight in the eyes. You went to push him out of the way, but his hands grabbed ahold of your wrists. His strong grip made goosebumps rush up your forearms.

Silas couldn’t help but smirk. You rarely ever had outbursts. He thought it was incredibly sexy and cute when you put your foot down. Especially when it pertained to him. 

“You are so adorable when you’re mad. You're so small, too. I can’t help but not take you seriously,” Silas chuckled. 

Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You masked your embarrassment by groaning and running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Just let me go! Please. I’m hungry and tired and really need to study for my test.”

“What is your test over, anyways? History? Cause if so, I could help you out. I bet I know more than Damon,” Silas said. 

“No thanks, bro, she’s all taken care of,” Damon said from behind Silas. 

“You tattled that I was here! So naughty of you,” Silas glared at you playfully. 

“Step out of the way, Silas. Otherwise I will snap your neck,” Damon sneered. 

Silas sighed. “Fine! I’m only obeying because I want to kiss you before I die.”

“Fat chance of that. C’mon, Y/n. I got you a burger and those onion rings you like,” Damon said.

“Thanks, Damon,” you smiled gratefully at him. 

“See you later, doll face!” Silas called out as you walked to your car. 

“I’m sorry about him. I should make you the owner of the house,” Damon said. 

You shrugged, “It’s alright. He would never actually hurt me.”

“Well, we don’t know that,” Damon said. 

“Yes, we do. Sure, he might threaten to kill me sometimes, but his liking for me trumps any chance of him killing me. I don’t fear him, he’s just extremely annoying,” you said, getting in your car.

“Agreed,” Damon said. 

You two drove to your house, eating lunch and studying for a few more hours. Caroline and Elena then came home, talking to you and Damon about a party at the Grill. 

“Can I come?” You asked. 

“Um, yeah, sure,” Caroline nodded. 

You smiled excitedly. You barley went to any of these parties. You usually were at home studying or hiding away in your house because Caroline and Damon were always worried for you, but Caroline figured that since she and Damon and everyone else would be there, they would be able to protect you. 

So you took a quick shower and got ready for the night. You put on ripped jeans and a black, spaghetti-strapped top with a jean jacket. You put on heeled boots and put on some silver jewellery, as well as lined your eyes with eyeliner and painted your lips red with lipstick.

“Oh, you look so cute!” Elena exclaimed as you walked out of your room. 

“Thanks, Elena,” you smiled at her. 

“No, go change,” Caroline said. “Why?” You frowned. 

“Because Silas could be there and that outfit would tempt him even more,” Damon explained. 

You rolled your eyes. “So when Klaus was here, Caroline could wear anything, but I guess since I’m younger and a human, I can’t? That’s so unfair.”

“She’s right, guys. I hate Silas as much as you two, but let her dress how she wants. We’ll be there to protect her. Plus, if Silas thinks she’s hot, then good for her. She is,” Elena agreed with you. 

You smiled at her. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she smiled. 

“Ugh, fine! But no drinking, okay?” Caroline said. 

“Ay, ay captain,” you said. You four went out to Elena’s SUV, driving to the Grill. 

Loud music blasted into your ears as soon as you stepped inside. You smiled as you saw everything dancing and having the time of their life. 

“Shots?” Caroline suggested. 

“Hell yeah!” Elena squealed. 

“Iced tea for you, Y/n?” Caroline asked. “Yes, please,” you nodded. 

“Alright, you guys go to the pool table. I’ll be back,” Caroline said. 

“Where is Stefan?” You asked, looking around the bar and walking to the pool table that was conveniently empty. 

“Right here!” 

You turned around, smiling once you saw Stefan in a grey shirt, jeans, and his leather jacket. You went to hug him, but Damon stopped you. 

“Ah, ah, ah. How do we know it isn’t Silas?” Damon asked. 

Stefan rolled his eyes. He pulled out a blood bag from his pocket, taking it and drinking it quickly. 

“Alright, alright, we know it’s you. Cool it on the blood, brother. Don’t want to go into a bloodlust,” Damon said, taking the empty bag and throwing it in the trash. 

“Well, I don’t really know how else to prove I’m not Silas,” Stefan sighed. “Can I get that hug now?”

You smiled and nodded, wrapping your arms around him. 

Between everyone else, Damon and Stefan were your best friends. They were like the brothers you’ve never had, protecting you and teasing you whenever they felt like it was necessary. You hadn’t seen Stefan in a while since he was found in the safe, but you were glad to see he was okay. 

“Glad to see you’re okay, Stef,” you said, pulling back. 

“And I’m glad to see you haven’t fallen victim to my doppelgänger,” Stefan smiled. 

Caroline came back with shots, pleasantly surprised to see Stefan. 

“Stefan! You’re here! Oh, my God the whole gang is here!” She squealed, putting down the shots and engulfing Stefan is a big hug. 

“I’m excited to be here, too. This is the first time I’ve really gone out for fun. I hope nothing goes wrong,” Stefan joked. 

“Well, if any of you spot Silas, make sure to not let him get close to Y/n. We don’t know what he could do to her,” Caroline said.

You rolled your eyes at her concern, but didn’t say anything. You knew it would end up with you two arguing and that was the last thing anything wanted. Forbes were very controlling and heated when they got angry.

You took your tea and sipped on it as Damon downed the first shot. 

“Wait, are we playing in teams?” You asked. 

“Yeah, which one do you wanna be one? Damon and I’s?” Stefan asked. 

“Definitely yours,” you said. “Oh, what! You know I win all the time,” Damon said. 

“Yeah, but when you lose you get so mad. It’s hilarious,” you giggled.

“True, it is cute,” Elena smirked. 

Damon rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You two are so annoying.”

You smiled and played with your friends for a little while. It came to a time where everyone was too tipsy to where they could barely walk, so you were in charge of getting the drinks. Damon and Caroline, despite being pretty much drunk, stayed close behind you. 

“Hey, Matt,” you smiled at the boy working behind the bar. “Hey, Y/n! Let me guess, more shots and another iced tea?” He asked. 

“You guessed right,” you chuckled. 

“So, how is school?” He asked. 

“Pretty good. History is kicking my ass, per usual. It’s weird because I’m surrounded by history buffs,” you said. 

“Well, I know you have Damon helping you, but Stefan is a lot better at tutoring, in my opinion. I know he’s been having a rough time, though,” Matt said. 

“He has, which is why I should be your tutor,” Silas smirked next to you. 

You jumped slightly, surprised to see him there. You looked at him, seeing him wearing a dark navy shirt and jeans. Your eyes stared at his biceps and his strong, broad shoulders. Once you noticed him smirking at you, you looked back to the drinks Matt was filling. 

“Now I get the silent treatment? C’mon, not fair,” Silas whined.

“You shouldn’t be here, man,” Matt said. 

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about, it huh?” Silas taunted, looking at Matt with narrow, menacing eyes. 

Matt rolled his eyes, putting the tequila shots and your drink on a tray and handing them to you. 

“Thanks, Matt,” you smiled.

You took the tray, ready to turn around and walk away from Silas. He put his arm up, planning to grab your arm to stop you, but Caroline and Damon used their vamp speed to push him back. 

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Caroline sneered. Veins were circulating under her eyes and she bared her fangs. 

Silas smirked, not at all fazed. “Oh, please, I could kill both of you so fast, you couldn’t have chance to say bye to Y/n. Now, let me go, Damon.”

Damon’s grip on Silas’s arms tightened. “Not a chance. We’re going outside and I’m gonna make sure you are far away from here.”

Damon then took Silas to the exit, Silas looking back at you and giving you a wink. Caroline groaned in disgust and took the tray away from you. 

“You okay?” She asked. 

“I’m fine, Care! He wasn’t going to hurt me,” you glared at her. 

“You don’t know that! Why are you defending him? Doesn't he annoy you?” Caroline asked. 

“Yeah, he does,” you said, your voice trailing off at the end, alluding to something else.

Caroline stared at you intensely, gasping once she put the pieces together. “You… You like him? Ugh, why! He’s a monster.”

“I don’t like him! God, why is that always your first assumption?” You asked.

“Because you obviously are having physical reactions to him. We all see the way you look down in shyness when he flirts with you, and we can hear your heart racing. We just hoped you wouldn’t give in,” Caroline sighed. 

“I’m not! I don’t like him in any way, okay? Just because I defend someone doesn’t mean I automatically like them!”

“That’s what you always say! You need to get rid of those feelings, Y/n. He’s not a good person.”

You closed your eyes in frustration, sighing roughly. “I’m going to the bathroom to cool down. When I come out, you better not say anything else about me liking Silas.”

You spun on your heels, storming off to the bathroom. You washed your hands, putting them to your forehead to cool yourself down. 

“Feelings for Silas, please,” you scoffed to yourself. 

“She’s right. I know it, you know it. Everyone does.”

You looked in the mirror, jumping once you saw Silas behind you. You turned around quickly. 

“H-How did you get in here?” You asked.

“I knocked Damon out,” he shrugged. 

“What?! Is he okay?” You asked. “Yes, he’s fine. I know that you would hate me if I killed one of your friends,” he said.

You sighed, “I have to go. They’re waiting for me.” You went to the door, but Silas once again blocked the entrance. 

“You gotta be quicker, Y/n. Someday you might find yourself in real trouble,” Silas smiled down at you. 

“You are real trouble,” you retorted.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true. If I was then you’d be screaming for your life. But you’re just standing there, looking so incredibly kissable,” Silas said, shamelessly looking at your lips. 

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and you looked down to hide your face. “No, I just don’t want to make a scene,” you mumbled. 

Silas put his hand on your chin, making your eyes meet his. “While that is true, you also having feelings for me.”

You stepped away from him, his hand falling to his side. “I don’t. You’re evil and cheated on your girlfriend. No girl wants to be with a guy like that.”

“Elena practically cheated on Stefan emotionally, you’re still friends with her,” Silas stated. 

You furrowed your brows, not sure what to say back. He was correct, but you knew that wasn’t the point. You needed to get out of there otherwise Caroline and Damon would freak out. 

Silas walked towards you slowly, like you were his prey that he was stalking. You turned around, not wanting to look at him. Silas grinned, seeing as his plan would work out even better now that you were facing the mirrors. 

He put his hand on your bare arm, dragging his fingertips up your skin. 

“I’m so glad you took off the leather jacket. Your outfit looks so much better without it,” he murmured. 

You immediately froze. Your eyes were glued to the two of you in the mirror. You watched as his hand went up to your shoulders, pressing down lightly on your muscles. 

“Shouldn’t you be running, Y/n?” Silas asked, moving. your hair out of the way so he could get a better view of your neck. 

You knew you should, but his touch felt so good. It weirdly calmed your nerves down, but also made you flustered as hell. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to stay in this bathroom and let him take you. Silas smiled at your thoughts, lowering his lips down to your shoulder. 

“I can totally take you right here if you want,” he whispered, his lips making contact with your skin. 

You inhaled sharply, finding yourself stumbling back into his chest. His other arm went around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Your skin is so soft, doll face,” he said while kissing up your neck. 

You watched him in the mirror, your stomach doing flips. Your legs felt weak and heat gathered in between your thighs. You had honestly wanted to kiss him this whole time. You decided a few more minutes in the bathroom couldn’t hurt. 

So you turned around, crashing your lips onto his. Silas smiled as you kissed him, his hands trailing down to your legs. He lifted you up with ease, taking you to the sink and placing you on the counter. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands running themselves through his hair. 

“Silas,” you breathed out as you felt his hands on your thighs, going higher and higher. 

“You like that, princess?” He hummed, his fingers going higher until they reached your clothed entrance. He pulled away, grinning and looking you in the eyes. 

“Uh-huh,” you hummed, pulling his face close to yours roughly.

Your lips collided again, your heart and brain exploding. Kissing him felt like heaven.

Silas mirrored your neediness and put his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You pressed your chest up to him more, your hands going down from his head to the bottom of his shirt. You lifted it up, Silas pulling away so you could pull it off of him. You sat back and admired his abs and muscles, excitement growing in between your thighs. 

You dove down to his neck, kissing and sucking lightly. Your hands explored his chest, tracing along his prominate abs. Silas breathed heavily into your ear, groaning as you found his sweet spot. 

“Oh, Y/n,” he panted. 

You smirked against his skin. Before you could put your hands on his belt, the bathroom door burst open. You saw Caroline and Damon standing, eyes huge and mouths agape. 

“What the hell!” Caroline shrieked. 

Your eyes widened and you pushed Silas away from you, getting off the counter. 

“Really, Y/n? You pick him to make out with in the bathroom?” Damon groaned. 

“It is just happened,” you shrugged sheepishly. 

“Yeah, she’s a really good kisser,” Silas smirked. “I never would have expected it since she’s shy and all, but man, she is wil-”

“You shut the hell up. And you,” Caroline pointed to you. “Are going home. now.”

“He wasn’t hurting me, Care,” you said. 

Caroline looked at you two incredulously. “You’re making her say this! You pressured her, didn’t you!” She pointed to Silas. 

“He’s not! I was the one who kissed him first,” you admitted. “Yeah, but I helped a little,” Silas smirked. 

Caroline made her vampire face and lunged at Silas, to which Damon pulled her back. 

“Alright, blondie, why don’t you take Y/n home and I’ll deal with Silas, okay?” Damon said. 

Caroline huffed and nodded, grabbing you by the arm roughly. 

“We’ll continue another time, doll face!” Silas exclaimed. 

“No, you will not,” Damon glared.

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A Change of Scenery: A Surprise

Pairing: Dad!Angel Reyes x Mom Black!Reader (but anyone can read)

Summary: Y/n spends time with a friend as she deals with Angel being on a long run handling club business. When Angel returns, Y/n has a surprise for him, but he has one for Y/n as well.

Warnings: 18+, fluff, smut, cockwarming, 

Word Count: < 3,300

A/N: Here’s part 4! I’m blown away with the response to this fic! Thank you all for showing me so much love, you don’t know how much I appreciate it! Big thanks to @my-rosegold-soul​ for being such a big help and for being an all around amazing person 💖☀️💖

✨I don’t give anyone permission to copy/translate/repost/rewrite my work. Minors, DNI at all. ✨ 

While Angel and Coco were preparing for their run in a few days, you, Coco’s girlfriend, Alexandra, and the kids went out to lunch. You always had a great time when you hung out with Alex. She was exactly like Coco in every way and being around her always made you feel better. She had a light about her that filled a room when she walked in, and everyone loved her. 

The two of you spent a lot of time together when Angel and Coco were away on longer runs, and this one was no exception. As you waited for your food to come, you planned out what you were going to do while the boys were gone. 

Alex ordered mimosas for both of you, and she eyed you curiously when you chose to drink water instead.

“So, is there something you want to tell me?” Alex asked as she sipped her drink.

You raised your eyebrow in question and smiled when she pointed to your untouched drink. You glanced at your two kids before you reached into your purse and pulled out the envelope.

“I found out yesterday,” you said as you pulled out the ultrasound photos. “I haven’t told Angel yet because I want to do something cute to tell him. It sucks that he has to leave in a few days.”

Alex bounced in her seat as she looked at the photos.

“Wait a minute,” she gasped. “Y/n, why are there two arrows?”

Your face lit up at the question. “Because,” you glanced towards Imani and AJ to make sure they weren’t listening, “I’m pregnant with twins!”

Alex squealed at the news, “I’m so excited for you! Angel is going to flip the fuck out!”

“Shhh, Alex!” you chastised, but you laughed along with her.

“We have to find the perfect way to tell Angel!” Alex said. You could already see the wheels turning in her mind.

You smiled at her excitement, and you couldn’t wait to see what the two of you came up with.

After the four of you ate, AJ and Imani begged to go see Letty. It had been a few weeks since she last babysat and they missed her. Alex gave in and the two young children kissed you goodbye before climbing into Alex’s car.

Angel was home when you got back and when he realized the kids weren’t with you, he was all over you. Since he was going to be gone for around three weeks, he wanted to make sure you didn’t miss him too much. This wasn’t the first run he’d gone on during your relationship, but it was going to be the longest one so far, and you felt as if he were apologizing for leaving for so long. 

Moments after you walked through the door, Angel had you pinned beneath him as he thrust slowly into you. Your eyes were screwed shut as he whispered sweet words into your ear. Angel had teased that you couldn’t stay quiet while he was inside of you, and you were trying your hardest to keep quiet, but he was making it so damn hard. 

You felt him everywhere as he talked you through your orgasm. He swallowed your cries as you came around him and his thrusts never slowed. You wrapped your legs tighter around him as you came in an attempt to pull him in deeper.

Angel pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach before sliding back in. His fingers dug into your waist as he continued to fuck you. Your pants were getting louder by the second as Angel split you open. A sharp slap landed on your ass before Angel laid his full weight on top of you.

“Shhhh, mi dulce, you gotta be quiet,” he said into your ear. His body covered yours as he fucked you and he made you feel small. His fingers laced with yours as he continued to rock into you. 

“Angel, please,” you whispered.

“Please what, Y/n?” he teased.

“Please, please, please,” you didn’t know what you were begging for, but you knew that Angel would give it to you.

“You feel amazing, Y/n,” Angel praised. “You’re gonna feel me for days after this.”

You nodded and clenched around him.

“This is the one, Y/n, I know it is,” he said. His hips moved faster and your whines filled the air. 

Angel thrust into you harder and faster as he chased his high. You came around him once again, the tightness of your walls sending him hurtling into his release. His hips stuttered as he released his load into you. You both groaned at the feeling of him finishing inside of you. You felt him slip out of you, and you groaned at the loss. 

You closed your eyes in content and sighed. Just as you were slipping into a peaceful slumber, Angel shook you awake.

You grumbled as he continued to gently shake you.

“Lemme sleep, Angel,” you grumbled again.

“I will, just…” he paused.

You peeked your eyes open and looked at him. “Hmm?”

“Just come keep me warm,” he mumbled.

That got your attention. You moved as fast as you could and climbed on top of him. Angel chuckled and his arms moved to pull you close. Angel slowly pushed himself into you, aware of your sore body. Once he was fully inside of you, you rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Between Angel’s roaming hands and the sound of his heartbeat, you were lulled to sleep in no time.

During the weeks that Angel was gone, you spent time with Alex. She’d come up with a great idea of sending Angel on a scavenger hunt and announcing your pregnancy at the clubhouse. And a few days before the boys were due to come back, Alex spent the day at your house helping you get ready.

“I found these shirts for Imani and AJ that say ‘Big Brother’ and ‘Big Sister’ on them,” Alex said as she pulled out her phone to show you the pictures. 

“I like those,” you chewed on your lip.

Alex sensed your mood change and looked up. “What’s wrong, mama?” she moved closer to you and pulled you into a hug.

“What if this is too much for Angel?” you began to cry. “What if we moved too fast and this pushes him away from me?”

Alex held you in her arms as you cried. She rocked you side to side and let you get all of your worries out. When you stopped crying, she pulled back and looked into your eyes.

“Angel is not going to leave you, Y/n,” she said. “From all the time I’ve known him, he has been his happiest with you. I don’t even remember him being this happy with AJ’s mother all those years ago.”

You sniffed and wiped your eyes and gave Alex a watery smile. “Thank you, Alex.” you sniffed again.

“How long have you been feeling like this?” she asked as she pulled you into her side.

You shrugged, “A few days, it’s been really hard without Angel this time.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Alex rubbed your back, “I’m going to come and stay with you until Angel gets back. I’m sure Letty will enjoy some time to herself.”

You both laughed at the thought because you knew for a fact that Letty would jump at the chance of being in the house alone.

You looked at the clock and perked up a bit.

“I’m going to tell Imani and AJ today,” you started looking for your keys so that you could pick them up from daycare.

“Want me to come with you?” Alex asked.

You shook your head, “No, you don’t have to. I’ll take them out for ice cream and maybe to a movie. Ya know, butter them up a bit, soften the blow.”

Alex chuckled, “You know how sweet my niece and nephew are; they’re gonna be the best big brother and sister in the world.” 

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah, those two are pretty sweet.”

After you promised to call Alex when you were on your way home with the kids, you made your way to the daycare.

Your heart melted when Imani and AJ ran up to you when they saw you.

“Mommy!” they cried in unison. They both told you about their day at the same time, often finishing each other’s sentences.

You drove straight to their favorite ice cream shop and they cheered when you parked. You helped them both out of the car and ordered their favorite ice cream while they found a place to sit.

You sat in silence for a few moments while they ate.

“So, I have something to tell you two,” you were a little nervous but you needed to get this out. “AJ, you’re going to be a big brother, and Imani, you’re going to be a big sister.”

“But I’m already a big brother,” AJ responded with a confused look on his face.

“You’re going to be a big brother again, and Imani is going to be a big sister for the first time,” you clarified. Even though they were the same age, Imani and AJ thought it was important to remind everyone that AJ was older than Imani… even though it was by a couple of months.

Imani’s face lit up when what you said registered.

“I’m going to be a big SISTER!” she yelled and bounced in her seat, a bright smile gracing her face.

“Wait! Are you buying a baby!” AJ exclaimed, his excitement matching Imani’s.

You couldn’t help but laugh at what AJ said, you were ecstatic that they were happy about the new additions.

“Well, no, I’m not buying a baby,” you clarified. “There’s a baby in my belly… well actually two babies in my belly.”

Imani shrieked, “Two babies! Mommy has two babies in her belly!”

You were thankful that the shop was empty as you tried to quiet Imani down but AJ joined in with her.

“Imani, do you know what this means?” he questioned and gently shook his sister, and she shook her head. “This means that I get a baby, and you get a baby! We both get our own baby!”

The excitement that the two of them had filled your heart with love. You knew that if they reacted this way, then Angel’s happiness would be even greater.

On your way home, you called Alex to let her know that she could head over to your house. When she arrived, Imani and AJ practically tackled her to the ground.

“Did you know that mommy is having a baby?” AJ screamed when Alex walked through the door.

“And she’s having a baby for me too!” Imani interjected as she climbed onto Alex’s lap.

Hearing their excited words reminded you that this needed to stay a secret for a few days. You and Alex exchanged a look before you sat across from them.

“Imani, AJ, we need to talk.”

When they saw the serious look on your face, they quieted and gave you their full attention.

“I know you are excited about the news,” you began, and you reached out to take their hands in yours. “But we need to keep it a secret because Daddy doesn’t know yet.”

“Why not?” AJ asked.

Your shoulders dropped. “I haven’t had a chance to tell him, but we’re going to tell him when he comes home in a few days.”

“Your secret is safe with me, mommy,” AJ zipped his lips and locked them and Imani nodded and mimicked him and they both stuck the ‘key’ in their pockets.

The next few days flew past thanks to having Alex in the house with you. When Angel texted you that he would be home in an hour, you two set your plan in motion. Alex left to go do her part and you got yourself and the kids dressed and ready to leave. Before you left, you placed the first clue on the bed for Angel to find.

You made your way to your hiding spot outside of the clubhouse when Angel called you.

“Mi dulce, where are you?” Angel’s voice rumbled through the phone.

“Did you see my letter?” you asked, completely ignoring his question.

“I did, but I thought I’d be able to come home and spend the next few hours between your-”

“You’re on speakerphone, Angel!” you yelled as you drowned out the end of his sentence.

Angel chuckled, “I keep forgetting. Hi AJ and Imani, I hope you were good for mommy while I was gone.”

“Always, Daddy!” Imani yelled.

“Did you find the card, Daddy? You gotta come find us!” AJ yelled.

“Yes you do, Angel,” you added. “The clock is ticking, Mr. Reyes.”

“I’m reading it now,” he paused as he read the words on the paper. “Okay, I’m heading to the kitchen to look in the fridge.”

“I’m not going to stay on the phone with you though, your last clue will lead you to me,” you said.

Angel grumbled, “How many clues are there?” he was on clue #2 and searching for the third.

“There’s only ten.”

“Only ten?” he repeated sarcastically.

“Yup, now, I’m going to let you finish-”

“I’m trying to finish inside of you, but-”

“Angel,” you snapped, “speakerphone. As I was saying, I’m going to let you finish, and when you’re done, you can come find us.”

“Hmmm, Coco just texted me saying that you’re sitting across the street from the clubhouse.”

“Angel, please do the scavenger hunt,” you pouted.

“Anything for you, mi amor,” Angel replied before the two of you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. 

Since everyone knew that you were at the clubhouse, you pulled in and parked near the door. Before you got out, you made sure that your jacket was zipped as well as the kids’ jackets.

“Now remember, keep your jackets zipped until I tell you to take them off,” you reminded the kids.

Part of Alex’s job was to get Felipe and EZ to the clubhouse before Angel got there, and by the looks of the parking lot, she had succeeded. You also knew that since Angel knew where you were, he would not finish the scavenger hunt, so you had about 5 minutes to get ready. 

The moment you went inside, Imani and AJ took off looking for their tios, leaving you by yourself, so you headed over to the bar.

“So are you gonna tell me why Alex practically dragged me out of bed saying that I needed to be here?” came EZ’s voice from behind you.

“You’re gonna have to wait to find out,” you shrugged before giving him a hug and spotting Felipe making his way over with a smile.

“Mija, how are you?” Felipe asked when EZ released you from his hold. “What’s this all about? Where’s Angel?”

As if he had heard his name, the sound of his bike filled your ears and you smiled. You called out to Imani and AJ and had them stand next to you in the middle of the clubhouse.

Angel’s eyes landed on you the moment he walked in and he took calculated steps to get to you.

“What’s all this for, mama?” he asked after giving you a kiss.

“AJ and Imani have something to show you,” you smiled, giving the kids the ‘okay’ to unzip their jackets.

Angel kneeled down to get a better look at their shirts, his eyes flipped between the two for a few moments before his eyes filled with tears.

“Do you like our shirts, daddy?” Imani asked as they stood in front of him.

“I love them, princess,” he said, his voice cracking a bit. “You’re finally going to be a big sister, huh? And AJ’s gonna be a big brother again?” he hugged the two bouncing kids and his shoulders shook as he cried.

When he pulled back, he wiped his eyes before you took a step closer to him. You threaded your fingers in his hair as he placed a kiss on your belly. You two cried together for a few seconds before he spoke again.

“So you’re pregnant?” he asked, his fingers gently grazed your belly as you nodded. “I bet it happened right before I left, I knew that was the one,” he replied with a cocky grin.

You shook your head. “Actually, it happened before that. Way before that,” you replied. “I umm, I might have known before you left.” You chewed your lip as you waited for his response.

“Before I left? And you didn’t tell me?” he pouted.

“I wanted to do something cute,” you rolled your eyes at him.

“You’re lucky that I love you, Y/n,” Angel said with a chuckle.

“Oh! Do you want to see my shirt?” you beamed at him, and when he nodded, you took a step back. You slowly removed your jacket and revealed your shirt to him allowing him to read it. You held your breath as you waited for his reaction.

“Twincess? I don’t-” he gave you a confused look before it clicked. “Wait, so, you’re telling me that I knocked you up twice? I got you pregnant twice!” he shouted before pulling you back to him.

You laughed as everyone cheered around you and Angel. You looked back down at him and smiled, “Why are you still down on your knees, Angel?”

“You make me so very happy, Y/n,” Angel said as he grasped your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles. “I never thought, I’d find a love like this. Not only do you love me, but you love my son as if he were your own.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Angel shook his head and continued talking.

“You and Imani are a blessing, and I can’t remember what my life was without you,” Angel smiled as he watched you wipe your eyes. “I was planning on doing this at home and then spending the next few hours between these thighs after you said 'yes’.” He chucked when you playfully rolled your eyes. “But it looks like we’re going to do it here.”

“I’m not having sex with you here again, Angel,” you grumbled when everyone laughed.

“What do you mean ‘again’?” Coco yelled from across the room.

You felt your face get hot as you were filled with embarrassment, but Angel only laughed. “Hey, mind your business,” he chastised Coco before turning back to you and shuffling so that he was on one knee.

“Y/n,” he held your gaze and pulled out a little black box from his pocket. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re who I’ve been waiting for, and I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you make me the happiest man on Earth by becoming my wife?”

Tears are falling freely from your eyes now as you stared into his eyes. You couldn’t see yourself with anyone other than Angel. Your hand shook as you nodded your head.

“Yes, I will marry you, Angel.”

As soon as he had the ring on your finger, he cupped your face and kissed you like never before.

Part Five

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[peachyteabuck]

meet my savior

↪ summary:  “Oh my, pup,” he moans loudly into your ear. His hot breath fanning across your neck, sending shivers down your whole body. “Such a beautiful little creature you are…”

↪ pairing: alpha!thor odinson x reader

↪ words: 1266

↪ trigger warnings: smut...a/b/o dynamics, the petname ‘pup’

↪ notes: way back in the way back, i started a fic-of-a-fic for @spacelabrathor​‘s ‘highway don’t care.’ this draft was lost to dropbox and my memory until i found it tucked in a folder. this is technically a first draft, but the last edited date was before there was a personal panned pizza going on outside, and my writing & i have grown a lot since then, so i figured it was better to release it to the while now instead of waiting for the motivation to go back & rewrite it. 

Thor is sweet, gentle. When you first got pulled into his orbit you never thought he’d make you feel this special, like a goddess from some untouched universe that has remained pure only by the grace of her fellow gods. You’ve loved before, been loved before - but never like this. Thor has some unique magnetic pull; a whole different type of science ignites electricity in his muscles and draws you to him. Here, even in this small space, you adore him; the small bedroom now some crude nest; not meant for longevity or prosperity but rather for survival, stability. The thick blankets and old mattress are thick with Thor’s scent, and each breath is both a comfort and an aphrodisiac; each inhale makes your head light and your slick pool between your legs.

“Oh my, pup,” he moans loudly into your ear. His hot breath fanning across your neck, sending shivers down your whole body. “Such a beautiful little creature you are…”

You can’t say anything back, too fucked out of your mind to say anything. Occasionally a strangled moan will escape your sore throat, each one more high-pitched and pathetic than the last. Your fingers dig into Thor’s back, your nails dragging angry red lines across his shoulders and down the nubs of his spine. When he first fucked you and you saw the puffy pink scratches that you had drawn across him all you could do was profusely apologize, worried you’d somehow hurt the six foot-five-inch trucker in some way. The words tumbled from your lips at lightning speed – desperate to make up for whatever damage you’d done to his precious body.

He had immediately moved to comfort you, insisting you had done no harm. “It’s okay, pup,” he murdered into your hairline as you sobbed. “You could never hurt me.”

A harsh bite to your already-bruised collarbone stops the vivid memory, your lips formed around words that never come – the sentences stuck in your vocal cords.Thor moves to rubbing his face in the crook of your neck, scenting you both as a claim of ownership and to calm your electrified nerves. His coarse scruff rubs on your soft, sensitive skin, scratching at your clavicle. It doesn’t hurt, though – in truth it brings you closer to the present, cutting through the fog that seems to haze over every thought your fried brain attempts to string together.

You can feel the drag of him fucking in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out of you, each thrust seemingly deeper than the last. The feeling of his knot just touching your entrance makes you mewl and clutch onto him harder.

“Alpha-” you gasp, hand moving from his shoulder to his messy hair. You push it to the side and cradle his large jaw. A strand of hair falls from his face and you go to tuck it back behind his ear, and he turns his head to kiss at your wrist before you return it to his scalp. “Please, please.”

“Please what, pup?” He grunts. Your legs, already wrapped tightly around him, tense as one hand snakes between you to rub at your clit. The sensitive nub is swollen from your arousal, and the sudden attention makes you cry out. “I’ll give you whatever you want if you ask me, baby, but ya’ gotta ask me.”

A moment of clarity overcomes you, the fogginess of Thor clearing for a few moments. The clouds break way to barely-coherent thought, your lips finally able to shape something comprehensible. “Anything, Alpha? Anything I ask?”

Thor’s eyes meet yours and he smiles, big and wide and toothy as his breathless words whispered. “Anything.”

“Keep me safe,” you tell him, voice dissipating into the sex-thick air like breath on a chilly day. When you first say it you almost hope he doesn’t hear you, terrified at the notion of such an abrupt and clear concession of power. Of course, there’d always been some sort of unspoken agreement that Thor would always be the alpha people expected every Alpha to be: kind, but willing to snap at anyone who touched his omega and you would be the one he would guard. You’ve never discussed it though, never talked about it. You’ve never talked about how always been small, always been shorter than all the other omegas in your classes and friend groups and sports teams and shelters and shitty public restrooms.

Every inch below average you have makes Thor’s already big stature almost comically larger, his body able to shield you from wind and sleet and snow and sadness. The sweet words he mumbles into your skin don’t help you feel all that big, either. “Oh, tiny wonder, my little pup,” he moans into your neck as his knot continues nudge against your entrance. “Such a treasure you are. Let me take of you.”

Not once has a single word been uttered, let alone whispered, let alone outright spoken about the persistent fear that sparks through every vein constantly, about how you shake when left alone for too long. How your heart rate picks up whenever anyone tries to speak to you at rest stops. About how every time Thor intertwined his fingers with yours or picks you up oh-so easily or towers over you to shield you from alphas who step too close, it just hits you how tiny you really are.

In truth, you don’t mind feeling miniscule in his presence. In the past, feeling so easily swept of your feet felt like some sort of curse, leaving you vulnerable and scared of any alpha within eyeshot; it compelled you to hide yourself in large sweaters to keep anyone from knowing how truly tiny you are. Now it feels...it feels good.

He leaves small kisses across your hairline, sometimes nipping at the shell of your ear. “I’ll always protect you, pup. I’ll always be here.”

You don’t immediately respond, your focus now shifted to the beautiful tired in your muscles and the feeling of him inside you. Just as you open your mouth to speak his knot finally slips inside of you, locking you two together. Your moans come in unison, both deep and grunted and animalistic. For a moment your legs thrash wildly before wrapping themselves around Thor – it’s another thing you two locked together.

The few moments after Thor’s knot nudges you feels like renewal, any pain you’ve ever and will ever feel healed. Euphoria fills your lungs and you can hear a ringing in your ears and your eyes roll to back of your head as you scream in pleasure. 

The random patterns Thor is drawing across your waist and the dip of your hip are your only tie to reality; your eyes close for longer each time you blink. He’s left a few inches of spaces between the two of you – as much as he can give you when his cock is stuffed into your sore

You don’t say anything, instead cuddling closer to him. The silent question isn’t stealthy or covert, and Thor immediately understands what you’re asking for. He easily moves his arms to wrap around you and pulls you into his chest. Anyone looking at you from the doorway would only see a mass of blankets and Thor’s broad shoulders. Not you, never you. With the top of your head tucked under his chin you soon fall asleep, skin perfectly warmed and bodies pressed together. Whole, he soon realizes. He feels…whole.

“I love you, Alpha,” you mumble with your last bit of energy. “Always will.”

[purrincess-chat]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH28

What does Chloe have in store for Marinette? Find out next week! As I stated on AO3, once I post chapter 30, I’m going to take another month off to let my betas finish up the last few chapters, then in October if we are all finished, I will be posting two chapters a week on Mondays and Fridays to finish this story out. It’s been a long journey rewriting it, but I’m much happier with the outcome this time. I hope you’re all excited to see the rest of the changes to this story. I know I can’t wait to share them!

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Chapter 28: End Game

Morning light streamed through the window, casting golden rays across Marinette’s cheeks. The urgent screech of her alarm blared on the shelf above her head, vibrating the loft in its tantrum. She blinked, then immediately squeezed her eyes shut again, sitting up out of the sun. Kicking the blankets from around her legs, she palmed for her phone, clumsily tapping the screen with a yawn. Sleep had eluded her most of the night for more reasons than one, and the previous day’s events replayed on loop as she slogged through her morning routine.

Had all of it really happened? The museum, her old friends, the akuma, Emerald Shell, Lila… And she’d gone to Chloe of all people for help. When had she fallen so low? And how long did Marinette have to be on this rollercoaster? Wasn’t there an emergency exit she could use?

She splashed water on her face, leaning against the sink with a sigh. Not all of it was bad at least. She and Adrien got to spend the evening together, though the sweetness diminished as a result of the afternoon’s events. Even still, there were worse ways to end a trying day than being spoon-fed chocolate mousse by the boy of her dreams.

Marinette stared at her reflection, droplets dripping from her chin like the countless tears she’d cried the past month. So much had changed since she left. Her face still looked the same, but the girl inside was different than the one who walked out of Francoise-Dupont a month ago. Her eyes carried a new determination.

Lila had gone too far, and Marinette wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. Starting today, everything was going to change.

“Marinette! You’re going to be late for school!” her mother called up the stairs.

Marinette dried her face and slipped on her blazer.

“Coming!”

Things were normal at school. People were buzzing about the latest akuma and the appearance of Emerald Shell. Martin held his head a little higher, though his cheeks never lost their rosy hue, especially when Macy gushed about how Emerald Shell saved her. It wasn’t until art class that they realized Marinette was being unusually quiet.

“How did things go with Adrien?” Eliott asked, looking up from the fruit bowl they were all painting.

“Adrien was fine,” Marinette said. “It was Lila I had to worry about.”

“Still?” Macy winced. “What happened?”

“It’s a long story…” Marinette sighed, wiping her brush on a rag.

“We’ve got a whole hour.” Martin pointed out, and they all looked at Marinette expectantly.

Marinette smiled, reassured by their eagerness. They really were the best friends in the world. She took a deep breath before diving in, and her friends listened to every detail intently.

“Whoa, she really did that to you?” Lisette asked when she finished. “And I thought Gabrielle was awful.”

“Lila is an attention-seeking manipulator, and she crushes anyone who gets in her way,” Marinette said bitterly. “I hate to drag you guys into this—mostly because I barely want to be dragged into this—but-”

“Oh, we’ll totally help,” Macy said. “If there’s one thing rich people love to do it’s brag about our accomplishments and make other people look inferior.”

“I can text around and try to set up a hangout with Prince Ali next time he passes through Paris.” Eliott offered.

“My dad’s in a group that plays tennis with a few ambassadors. I’m sure he could help us set up a youth program to push a Go Green effort here in Paris.” Martin added.

“Sometimes I babysit for the president’s niece, so I could see about getting her deported,” Lisette said with a cheery grin, and everyone turned to her with horrified expressions. “I’m kidding, but it’s an option.”

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re kicking awful people out of the country.” Eliott nuzzled her cheek with his nose.

“Anything you need, Marinette, we’ve got your back,” Macy said, placing a hand over hers. “We’re behind you all the way.”

Marinette pulled her in for a hug, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. Even though she regretted running from her problems, Marinette didn’t regret meeting her new friends. They helped her when she needed it most, and for that, she would always be grateful. With these people by her side, Lila wasn’t going to know what hit her.

♪♫♪ This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things ♪♫♪

Marinette paced the length of the living room a week later, chewing her nails. The awards show had finally arrived, and Clara would be walking the red carpet in one of Marinette’s original designs. It was the biggest moment of her life, and she couldn’t sit still.

Her mom smiled, setting the cake she’d just finished decorating on the table. “Everything is going to be fine, dear. Your designs were wonderful, and Clara loved them.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean all of the famous fashion critics are going to. People talk about award show outfits for weeks, mom! If everyone hates Clara’s dress, I’m going to be front-page news for worst-dressed all month!” Marinette groaned.

“There’s no way anyone will hate your designs. My daughter has all the talent in the world!” Her father scooped her up, planting a kiss on her cheek.

The doorbell rang, and Marinette rushed to answer it.

“Congratulations!” Her friends cheered.

Macy pulled her in for a tight hug. “I can’t wait to see which design Clara picked! They were all so good.”

“I can’t believe Clara picked you over Gabriel Agreste. You are so lucky, Marinette,” Lisette said.

“She’s amazingly talented. My father didn’t stand a chance,” Adrien said with a laugh. He presented a bouquet of roses with a shy smile. “Congratulations, mon ange.”

Marinette stretched up to kiss his cheek. Taking his hand, she ushered everyone inside where they didn’t hesitate to make themselves at home. Eliott and Martin moved for the snacks while Macy and Lisette settled on the couch. Marinette’s mother reached for a vase on the top shelf, stretching up on her toes.

“Let me.” Adrien stepped in and grabbed it with ease.

“Thank you, dear. Marinette picked such a sweet boyfriend.” Her mother beamed. “She used to talk about you so much. Every day, she’d come home from school and tell us all about how green your eyes are and-”

“Mom!” Marinette shot her a silencing look.

“I’m flattered. Marinette is a wonderful girl. You and Mr. Dupain must be really proud that a celebrity like Clara commissioned her,” Adrien replied smoothly. He shot Marinette a wink when her mom changed the subject. Why was he so perfect?

“Ooo! It’s starting!” Macy squealed.

Marinette and Adrien squeezed onto the couch next to Macy and Eliott. She leaned her head on his shoulder, twining their fingers together. Having her friends around eased some of her nerves, but her heartbeat escalated every time someone new moved to the front of the line.

“How long until we get to see your dress?” her dad asked.

“I don’t know. The red carpet doesn’t really have a set schedule.” Marinette shrugged.

“Okay, we’ll just wait,” he said, trying to seem nonchalant, though his impatience showed each time he shifted or cleared his throat.

Marinette chewed her nails as other artists and celebrities made their appearances, leg bouncing until Eliott reached over to stop it. She flashed him a sheepish grin but resumed tapping the moment he turned away.

Clara’s name flashed at the bottom of the screen, and Marinette cupped her hands over her mouth. Everyone leaned forward as she approached the camera in a colorful, flowing gown.

“She’s wearing my favorite!” Marinette squeaked between her fingers. Her dad patted her knee as her mom turned up the volume on the television.

“Standing here on the red carpet with Best Pop Artist nominee Clara Nightingale,” the reporter said, turning to Clara with a smile. “Clara, can I just say you look lovely tonight? Who are you wearing?”

“My dress was designed by someone sweet; a teen whose talent can’t be beat. More beautiful than any melody I’ve ever sang, this dress is by Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Clara twirled around, the skirt of the dress rippling with color.

Marinette buried her face in a couch pillow with a shrill scream. Adrien rubbed her back with a laugh. She shot up again, eyes glued to the screen as Clara gushed about the details of her dress before the conversation steered toward her award nomination.

“Can I just say? Stun-ning!” Eliott said.

“That dress is everything! It looks even better than it did on paper.” Macy agreed.

“A celebrity wearing my daughter’s original designs! I always knew someone would recognize how amazing you are.” Her dad pulled her in for a tight hug.

“We’re so proud of you, honey. We know how hard you worked,” her mom said.

“You did an amazing job, Marinette.” Adrien pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Well, we have to get back to the bakery, so we’ll let you kids watch the rest together, okay?” Her mother passed Macy the remote.

“Good night.” Marinette waved as they stood and took their leave.

“Actually, I should go too. I forgot to do my physics homework,” Macy said, standing up. “Martin, can you come help me? It’ll take me hours if you don’t.”

Martin flicked his gaze over to Marinette and nodded. “Uh, yeah, I can do that.”

“Oh, ya know, I just remembered that I promised my dad we’d help him with that thing,” Lisette said.

“Oh yeah! Sorry, it’s like a big, complicated thing. We need to go too.” Eliott nodded. “Congrats again. You’re amazing and wonderful, and you deserve this more than anyone.”

“Thanks.” Marinette smiled.

“See you tomorrow!” Macy called as they all shuffled out the door.

“Is it just me or was that a lot of lame excuses?” Marinette tilted her head.

“I asked them to give us some time alone.” Adrien admitted.

“Oh.” Marinette’s cheeks warmed as Adrien wrapped an arm around her.

“I know things have been crazy lately, but in a way, I’m really glad all of this happened. I might not have ever realized how I felt about you if it hadn’t,” he said. “It’s a weird positive that’s come from everything.”

“Yeah.” Marinette leaned against his shoulder with a smile. “I’m happy things worked out. I never would have told you how I felt otherwise.”

“Did you really tell your parents how cute I was?” he asked with a smirk.

“I- Well, I didn’t- I mean-” She buried her face in his shirt with a groan.

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard you stammer like that. I forgot how cute it is.” Adrien chuckled.

“It’s your fault.” She jabbed his chest with one finger. “You’re so cute. It makes me all flustered.”

“Hmm, then I wonder how you’ll react to this.” He reached into his pocket to retrieve a long jewelry case, opening it to reveal a small pink diamond necklace.

“Adrien!”

“I wanted to get you something to remember me by since we go to different schools now. I miss you like crazy, so I thought that maybe you could at least have a small piece of me when we’re apart,” he said. “Do you like it?”

“Adrien…” Marinette cupped a hand over her mouth. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

The gem was warm against her skin as Adrien fastened it around her neck, a physical reminder of his love. They’d overcome so much together, and while their fight was far from over, at least Marinette had him.

Adrien turned her jaw to face him, brushing her cheek with his thumb. Those warm green eyes softened as he leaned in, and Marinette closed her eyes. His breath swirled hot on her lips when they brushed, sending a jolt up her spine. Her heart hammered in a frenzy, building rapidly in anticipation. But just as release came, his pocket buzzed, and they both crashed down to earth again.

With a short sigh, Adrien pulled back and retrieved his phone, quirking a brow at the caller ID.

“It’s Chloe,” he said. “Hell-”

“Were you two going to list Dupain-Cheng designing for Clara Nightingale among our assets, or was I just supposed to figure that out myself?” She scolded.

“Sorry. It was kind of-”

“No time for excuses. I need to propose this to you before I change my mind. I know the perfect way to enact your plan,” Chloe said with a groan. “I hate myself for even considering it.”

“What are you suggesting?” Adrien’s eyebrows furrowed.

“We’re going to make Dupain-Cheng famous, and I think I know the perfect way to do it.”

[shyneanon]

There is only one bed with red

I bet you thought I was never gonna respond to this one, huh, anon? Nope! I just had to rewrite it like five million times before I felt like it was actually not terrible. lol

Hope you enjoy this even though it’s been foreeeeeever.

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“Well. Lookit that.”

You stared at the single available bed in the single available room, pretty immaculately kept.

“There’s only one bed,” said Red, leaning against the wall. “How unfortunate.”

You stared at it for a while, then looked back at him. He was flashing his gold tooth at you in a smug grin.

Nope.

“It’s fine,” you said. “I can sleep on the floor.”

His smile vanished.

“Hey,” he said, “hold on, sweetheart. I c’n sleep on the floor.”

Actually kind of nice of him to offer, but as much as he annoyed you… no. “It’s cool, I can do it.”

“Nah, it’s gonna make me feel like trash if I letcha sleep on the floor.”

“Well, ditto.”

He grinned. “Ooh, I gotta solution. How ‘bout we both sleep on the floor?”

You held in a laugh, trying your best to give him a deadpan look. Don’t laugh, don’t laugh….

He waggled his brows at you.

And you let out a snort.

You started to set your things down and move onto the floor but Red shoved you towards the bed. “No,” he said, “I don’ wanna feel like an asshole.”

“You are an asshole,” you said.

“Sure but I don’ wanna feel like one…!”

“OK,” you said, “fine.” Whatever, his loss. You climbed into the bed and got under the covers, and you turned a bit as Red lay down on the floor.

… Dammit.

You sighed. I’m going to regret this.

“Red,” you said.

He turned with an oddly soft smile. “Yeah, beautiful?”

Your face turned warm. His nicknames are more effective than they should be. “Just get in the stupid bed.”

“Oh?” A brow rose, and the soft smile was gone. “Feeling bonely?”

“Don’t,” you said, moving over. “You just look so pathetic on the floor, I can’t do it.”

“Sure, sure.” He moved the covers aside and slid under them with you. “You tell yerself that.”

“I will shove you back onto the floor, Red.”

He shut his mouth (figuratively speaking), and you shut your eyes. He was surprisingly warm for a skeleton, perhaps due to wearing a jacket all day. Since he didn’t have the jacket on, though, you were far more aware of the fact that he was literally just… bone. You could feel his actual spine… It was kind of weird, but not weird enough to keep you up. You were just glad he wasn’t getting handsy. Though the truth was that him getting touchy hadn’t been your main concern. In reality, you tried to avoid having to share a bed with anyone. There was a, um, bad habit of yours that people had informed you of.

But hopefully you wouldn’t do anything crazy tonight.

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Red was awoken by the feeling of something lying across his whole body.

What the hell?

He was on his side, and he attempted to push it off, but it didn’t budge. Groggy and annoyed, he awkwardly twisted and wriggled until he was on his back and could see what the fuck it was….

It was you.

He squinted, thinking he might be insane, but yeah. It was you. You were lying on top of him. A bit awkwardly, one of your legs was pointing in the direction of your side of the bed, but your head was where the crook of his neck would be, and you were breathing softly.

Red’s face lit on fire instantly.

“Sweetheart?” he mumbled, even though he was pretty sure you couldn’t hear him. When had this happened? Had it happened in your sleep? Had you done this on purpose?

You sighed in your sleep.

Oh… oh my God.

What if she likes me?

Had you instinctively cuddled up to him in your sleep because you… liked him? Or… maybe you liked his smell, or the way lying on him felt… Red was a bit embarrassed to find that he felt giddy, but the giddiness overrode the embarrassment.

“Sweetheart,” he repeated softly, gently wrapping his arms around you. You snuggled closer and he felt his soul start to hum.

We’re… so close….

She’s so cute when she’s asleep….

“You are the most adorable thing,” he said. He knew you couldn’t hear. That was the nice part; he could say whatever he wanted. He started to readjust your stray leg with his own, and his face warmed up even more when you curled your leg around his. He let out a small sound of surprise.

“Baby, you’re uncooperative…. Hah….”

Not that he, uh, minded… having your legs like this….

“Aren’t you just the sweetest,” he purred, pulling you closer. His soul was picking up. While you were asleep he felt no need to maintain his tough guy persona, so he cooed. “Yer cute as hell.”

He nuzzled you, holding you close.

He never wanted to let go….

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, lifting one finger and stroking your cheek. “I’ll keep you safe.” He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling washing over his soul while the two of you were so near each other. “Jus’ stay right here… with me, yeah?”

One hand tangled in your hair and he sighed. It was so soft…. You moved closer to him, making a soft hum, and Red’s grin widened, his soul melting into a puddle.

This was the best night of his life.

—

When your mind started to barely lift out of its unconscious state, the first thing you noticed was that it did not feel like you were lying on the mattress.

The second thing you noticed was that a pair of arms were around you. What the… Red? Why was he…

Oh. Oh no.

I climbed on him in my sleep, didn’t I?

It was a weird habit you’d never would’ve known about were it not for the unlucky victims who had told you about it. You had never woken up on top of someone before— you always woke up next to the person in the morning, in the same spot where you’d fallen asleep, and then they would tell you about how they’d woken up in the dead of night to find your entire body lying on top of them. It also apparently took a lot of effort to push you off, especially since attempts would usually result in you immediately trying to climb back onto them.

Red, uh, didn’t seem to be making any attempts to push you off, though.

“Hah, sweetie… You look so stupid when yer asleep….”

Did he know you were awake? Judging from his low volume, you were pretty sure that no, he didn’t.

His finger wiped the side of your mouth and then immediately withdrew, and you heard him laughing as quietly as possible. Yep, he was trying not to wake you up.

“Gross!” he whispered, and you heard the sound of his hand brushing against the fabric of, presumably, his clothes. “You drool in your sleep!”

More quiet laughter. If you blushed visibly you’d give yourself away, so you just buried your face in his collarbone. Embarrassing.

“... Ah… doll….”

A hand was gently placed on your back.

“I wish we could do this all the time,” he said softly. If he thought you were asleep he wasn’t saying this to flirt with you.

He meant it, then?

“Why’ve you gotta be so damn adorable, huh? M… My soul’s going crazy over here….”

A hand ran through your hair. He was being unusually gentle….

“Then again, that happens a lot when I’m with you.”

Your face got hotter; thank goodness he couldn’t see it from this angle.

His teeth pressed against your forehead. A kiss?

“I wish… I had the guts tah tell ya how I feel.”

Huh? Not… not like… romantically, right?

“You make me feel amazing. Like… really amazing, I… I dunno how t’put it in words cuz I’m real bad with words. S’why I can’ bring myself to tell you, I wanna tell you but every time I open my goddamn mouth all I say is somethin’ suggestive.”

Some silence. Should you tell him that you were awake? You were basically eavesdropping right now.

But at the same time…

“‘N, admittedly… I wish I was good fer you. Which I’m not, I’m… I’m fuckin’ me.”

Why did your heart suddenly ache?

“I’m lazy, I’m sleazy, I dress stupid, I act stupid, I can’t communicate like an adult to save my damn life…. An’ I… I’ve done a lotta bad things. Y… ya should get with some sweet guy who’s responsible ‘n shit.” He muttered: “Lookit me, fuckin’ swearing while I’m tryna talk about my feeli— Fantastic, I did it twice.”

It took all the effort you had to not giggle.

“I wish I was good for you. Ah, sweetie, I’d… I’d take such good care of you, I really would. Or, I’d try. Tryin’ is… really all I could do, t’be honest.”

Trying is all anyone can do.

“... Too bad I suck, yeah?”

Your heart ached again. Red didn’t suck, he was a good guy…. It was probably best to tell him that you were awake before he spilled any more personal information.

“You don’t suck,” you mumbled, turning your head.

“‘M sorry, dollface, did I wake you up with my rambling? I’ll be quiet.”

“No, I’ve been awake for a while.”

His whole body froze up.

“... Ya have?”

“Yeah.”

“H… How much of what I was just saying did you—“

“All of it.”

There was a long, awkward silence.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “I should’ve said something—“

“Fuck,” he said, and you lifted your head. His eye sockets were squeezed shut.

“No, Red, it’s OK—“

“No it’s not, I’ve been makin’ a sappy ass outta myself an’ now I prob’ly made you feel guilty—“

“You didn’t make me feel guilty—“

“Jus’ please don’t say that we should go on a date cuz I know you’re only doing it to make me feel better ‘bout myself—“

“Shut up, Red.”

His eye sockets opened and he looked down at you. You could see the two red lights standing out in the darkness. “... Huh?”

“Stop wallowing in self-hatred and listen to me.”

He said nothing. You would take that as cooperation.

OK, he was listening. So, uh… what should you say?

You actually didn’t know.

So you just kissed him.

Initially he just froze up, but after a moment his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you close, kissing back. W… Wow, this feels really good…. You moved into a better position and felt your hair spill down onto him.

“Sorry,” you said as the kiss parted.

“Sorry?” Red cupped the back of your head and gave you a second fervent kiss. “What the hell for? Ya just kissed me.”

“My hair is kinda touching you.”

“Oh no,” he said in monotone, “how awful. Kiss ruined.”

You snickered and leaned down to press your forehead against his. He looked up at you with fuzzy eyelights.

“I don’ deserve your love,” he said quietly. You smiled back.

“Nobody deserves love, Sans. That’s why it’s so special when someone loves us anyway.”

“You deserve love,” he said, “from somebody better than me.”

“That’s awfully vague.” You kissed his cheek. “And besides, I don’t want love from this person you call ‘somebody better than me.’”

He smiled.

“I want love from you.”

“Hah,” he said, and you saw his eyelights change… They were like hearts now. “Sweetheart, trust me, you already have all my love.”

Your face heated up. “That’s really romantic,” you told him.

“... It is?”

A giggle escaped you. “Yes, Sans.”

You kissed his nasal ridge.

“So?” you said with a smile. “You gonna ask me out or not?”

His eyelights got fuzzy again. “Ya think maybe we could go out sometime, beautiful?”

After kissing his cheek, you said, “I’d love that.”

“So, uh…” He looked at the way you two were positioned. “You think… we could do this more?”

“Absolutely.”

You lay your head down on his ribcage.

“We should fall back asleep,” you told him.

“Sure thing, angel.”

Drifting off took no time at all.

[themadlostgirl]

Abandoned (11)

*That took longer than expected. Had to rewrite the beginning like five times cause I hated how it kept turning out. Bleh! But we got it now! Should have the next and final chapter of this mini-fic out soon! Love ya and enjoy!*

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As the years passed I found myself growing even more attached to Neverland. I had called it home for years already but after Peter told me he loved me it felt more permanent. I guess a part of me was always sort of waiting for my father to show up one day and take me away. Worried that he would return and ruin the peace and happiness I had found on Neverland.

He was the last person I had ever loved before he abandoned me. As much as I hated him there would be nights when I’d sit in my hut and his face would come to mind. The sound of his voice singing a lullaby to me that I only half remember. I would sit there simmering in my hatred and feelings of betrayal but down deep in my soul there was a twinge of sadness. Memories that feel more like dreams reminding me that for as angry as I was at him there was a time that I loved him. He was my family. My papa…

But that’s all gone. He left me. Traded me. I have a new family now. I know real love. Unconditional love.

Peter loved me exactly as I was. He never asked me change. He never forced me to do things I didn’t want to do. We had fun together. We told each other everything. He knew my deepest darkest secrets and in turn I was entrusted with his. He held me close and kissed me softly. HIs arms were the safest place I had ever known.

He was patient with me and despite how badly he may have wanted to escalate our intimate relationship he never pressured me. If anything he may have been too cautious but given what he knew of my history I didn’t blame him. I’d rather he be courteous than to just assume he’s okay to take what he wants from me. So when the day came that I knew I was ready I asked him to make love to me. He had been so nervous and I couldn’t help but tease him a bit despite my own nerves. It felt nothing like the first time I had sex. It was so much softer, slower, and all of my partner’s attention was solely on me. It felt like love.

After that first time things got a little intense. We may have made it our mission to christen every inch of the island. Soft and sweet love making in the meadows to hard and rough in caves, there was nothing more we cared about. Peter didn’t even return to camp for an entire week once because we were too wrapped up in one another. His body became as familiar to me as my own.

That isn’t to say that we didn’t drive each other mad either. There were days where I wanted to throw him off a cliff and he wished that I had never set foot in Neverland. For as stubborn as the both of us could be the fights never drove us apart for long. We would come back together and everything would be right with the world until we got annoyed and started another fight.

Through all of it I worried though. From what Peter told me all that time ago, he’s dying. He creeps closer and closer to death and there’s nothing I can do to help him. I ask for details, I ask if there is anyway I can help, and Peter tells me it is not for me to worry about. He assures me he has it all under control. That sentiment loses some of its reassurance when he comes to me shaking and pale as a ghost. It’s always after he visits Skull Rock and looks at the hourglass ticking away his life.

One of these such nights he found me at my camp and held me close for a long while not saying anything. Not that he had to. I just wish there was something I could do to help. I hate seeing him like this.

“My love?” I whispered. Peter sat between my legs with his head resting on my chest and his arms wrapped around me. “You need to tell me if there is some way I can help you.”

Peter sighed. “I told you, my pearl, there is nothing about my situation that you need to worry yourself over. Now be sweet and keep playing with my hair. That is helping immensely.”

“I feel like I should be doing more though,” I carded my fingers through his hair, “I don’t want to just stand idly by while you…” I couldn’t finish the thought. “I want to help you.”

“You already are.” He gazed up at me with those clear green eyes I loved so much, “I don’t need you to fight or search or anything like that. I want you exactly where you are now. I want to know that you are safe here, waiting for me. That is all I need.”

“But--”

“Hush now,” he kissed my palm, “You worry yourself so easily. Things are already in motion. I will be safe and far from death by the end of the week if things go according to plan.”

“What? Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“Because I fear it may stir up painful memories for you. The Truest Believer will be here soon and I have a plan for when he arrives. You are not a part of it and that is how it is going to remain. Do you understand?”

“But I can help!”

“My love, my precious pearl,” Peter smoothed a finger across my bottom lip, “You already are. I want you right here where I know you are safe. Stay here. That is how you will help me.”

“But I could do so much more.”

“I don’t need you to do anything more.” He kissed me gently, “Now please, can you obey me in this one thing? I need you to trust me on this. You do trust me, don’t you, my love?”

“Of course I trust you.” I sighed, defeated, “But you will let me know if you need me to do more, right?”

“Of course,” He laid his head back down.

The night the Truest Believer arrived I didn’t see Peter at all. He told me he would be gone from my side for the majority of the time the Believer was on Neverland. It wasn’t unexpected but the sting of loneliness crept in still.

After the first night without Peter I became restless. Despite Peter’s warning to remain at my camp I decided to take a short stroll through the jungle. There were adults running about somewhere trying to rescue the boy Peter had. It is such a big island though and I know every inch of it. What were the odds that I would run into one of these adults? Still, I strapped my sword to my hip just in case. Adults or not Neverland was still plenty dangerous, especially at night.

I meandered through the jungle with no real destination in mind. Maybe I would go to Peter’s Thinking Tree. It had to be more fun than sitting all alone in my hut back on the beach.

“My young love said to me, ‘My mother won't mind and my father won't slight you for your lack of kind.’ Then she stepped away from me and this she did say, ‘It will not be long love till our wedding day.’” I sang quietly.

“She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair.” A voice from the deepest recesses of my mind answered with a melody as soft as it had been in my dreams. It was not a sound in my head though. It was much too real.

“And fondly I watched her move here and move there.” The foliage parted and in the moonlight appeared a troupe of adults but I only saw the one at the forefront. “Then she made her way homeward with one star awake. As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.”

He took a knee and gazed up at me, “Hello starfish,”

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

My father...my father was standing right in front of me after gods know how many years and I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. I just stared at him as my mind went through a million emotions at once.

“Hook?” One of his party asked, a blonde woman, “Who are we looking at here?”

“My daughter,” he answered simply, “I told you I had informants in Neverland.”

“You have a kid?” The other adults looked at him in shock. “You never mentioned that you had a daughter before.”

“Yes, well--”

“What are you doing here?” I said, my voice shaky and choked. All eyes swiveled to me once again. I gazed down at my father as all the sorrow and anger I had been harboring for decades started to boil over.

“Darling,” He reached out for me but I jumped back so he couldn’t touch me. He sighed, “Starfish, I know that what happened in the past must have been a shock but I’m here now. I’m back and I desperately need your help. Then all of this can be undone. Things can go back to what they were before.”

How dare he. How dare he come back. How dare he kneel in front of me and ask for my help. Did he not know? Did he not realize what he had done? How could he come back here after decades and pretend like nothing had happened?

He took advantage of my silence to reach for me again. I was still trying to think of what to say or do when he grabbed hold of my hand. “Starfish,” He whispered the nickname like a plea, “I am so happy to see you again. Please, can you help us? We can get you out of here.”

“No...” I pulled my hand from him. Tears sprung to my eyes and there was nothing to do to stop them. “NO!” I screamed, “No! No! No! No! No!”

“Darling, please--”

“You abandoned me!” I wailed, years of pent up anguish spilling out at once, “You left me here! That is not just a shock! That is not something you get to brush aside like it wasn’t a big deal. You traded me away for your freedom and now you have the gall to come back here and ask for my help?”

“It was a lot more complicated than that--”

“No it wasn’t! You had a choice and you chose your freedom over me! Your daughter! You didn’t even try coming back for me!”

“You don’t know that. You don’t know what I endured after I was forced to leave you.”

“Forced? You were not forced. You could have told Peter no when he asked you to trade me. You could have kept me and we could have stayed together. We’d be marooned here but at least we would have been together.” I kicked him in the center of his chest so he went falling backwards. The other adults tensed, weapons aimed but no one made a move to stop me as I towered over him.

“And do not tell me that you endured anything like it was a struggle. I spent months alone on the beaches praying that you would return. I cried myself to sleep and pleaded with the universe to send you back to me. When I was finally given a chance to be reunited with you do you know what I found? I found you in a tavern drinking and having a merry time without me. I wasn’t even a thought in your head!”

“Starfish--”

“I am not your starfish! I am not your daughter! You do not get to call me that after what you did. After what you put me through. You betrayed me! You traded me to our enemy and you didn’t even care!”

“I’m here now though.”

“But not for me.” I swallowed back the lump in my throat. “You knelt before me but it wasn’t with apologies or words of reassurance that you had come to rescue me. No. You returned and asked for my help like you have any right to it. Do not look for me again. Do not talk to me again. I want nothing to do with you.”

“Starfish, please,” He grabbed my arm, “Let me explain.”

“Let go of me!” I tried to pull my arm free.

“Hook, I think you should--” One of the other adults tried to intercede.

“No!” He pulled me closer, “Please, darling, I need you to listen to me. If you just give me the chance to explain then everything will be alright. We’ll get Henry and we’ll leave. You can leave this place and we can be a family again. I know I hurt you but we can still fix this.”

“You are not my family! I want nothing to do with you!” I kicked at him but he held me tighter.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Let go of me!”

“Starfish--”

“PETER!” I screamed. A hand was quickly clamped over my mouth but it was too late. Ominous clouds started to roll in casting the jungle into darkness. One of the adults conjured a ball of fire in her hands, the only source of light as the others strained to see in the dark. I felt a tingle go up my spine and relaxed.

“Get your hands off her.” Peter’s voice growled from the shadows. Father’s grip on me slackened for just a moment and I took the hesitation to rip myself away from him. I could make out Peter’s eyes glinting almost like a cat’s in the darkness and ran for him. He caught me in his arms and smoothed my hair, “Hush now, precious, it’s alright.”

“Pan,” Father barked, “Give me back my daughter!”

“And my son!” One of the women yelled.

“Neither of them are going anywhere. Especially not my Lost Girl.” Peter grinned. His thumb traced over my cheek wiping the tears that had fallen away, “Did the awful man make you cry, my love?”

I nodded. Peter pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

“Love?” The other man in the group spoke his eyes wide in disbelief. He turned to father, “Your daughter is dating Peter Pan?”

“No…” Father looked horrified as he took in our body language. "My daughter would never--"

"Well she's not your daughter anymore. She ceased to be yours the moment you sent her to me.” Peter held me closer, “And I swear if you try taking her I will gut every last one of you.”

“Remove whatever spell you placed over her!”

“There is no spell. Did you really think that you could leave her here for decades and that she would still be the loyal pirate you had set adrift in a rowboat? I welcomed her to my island as an equal, I made sure she was provided for and looked after. Then in time she welcomed me as her friend and eventually as her lover.” Peter’s smile grew wide with that sadistic edge I loved. “She makes just the cutest noises.”

“You vile bastard!” Father charged at us with his blade drawn and murder in his eyes. The next moment Peter and I were standing on the beach by my hut.

“Was that last comment so necessary?” I asked.

“You can’t blame me wanting to torture him a little after what he did.” Peter chuckled lightly. “But how are you, my love? I told you to stay here. Why did you go wandering?”

“I was bored and lonely so…” I shrugged. My body was still shaking.

Peter sighed and kissed my forehead. “Hush, my love, I can’t imagine what you must have been thinking seeing him again.”

“I said what I wanted to. It doesn’t feel like it’s enough though. I don’t think I can accurately put into words what he made me feel. He could never understand what I endured because of him.” More tears started to slip from my eyes. Peter brushed them away.

“Come back to camp,” He said, “I want to be able to watch over you.”

I nodded, too emotionally exhausted to fight him on this. We drew curious glances when we entered camp. One of the boys I did not recognize and I realized I now had a face to pair with the heart Peter needed. Peter ignored everyone’s whispering and led me to his tent.

“Will you be okay in here?” Peter asked. “If you need me I’ll be right outside.”

“I’m fine.”

“One second,” he left and came back with a canteen and a bowl of food. “In case you get hungry. I also grabbed a couple books from your hut in case you wanted something to do. Do you need anything else?”

“Can you sit here with me for a minute? I just don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Of course, precious,” He sat down next to me and pulled me into his lap. “You’d tell me if you really aren’t doing well, wouldn’t you?”

“I would.” I buried my face in his neck. “Peter, I don’t know what game you are playing with these adults but if I can I want to be a part of it.”

“You already know why I won’t allow that.”

“Peter,” I fisted a hand in his tunic, “If you have the chance, leave Hook alive.”

“Why should I let that worm breathe after what he put you through?” Peter spat, “I should have killed him the second I saw him trying to take you.”

“No. Leave him alive and leave him to me.” Venom started to drip into my voice, “I want to be the one to kill him.”

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