#i got the yips and started second guessing everything

[ronsenburg]

WIP Wednesday- here's the first seven pages of the next chapter of tactility for anyone following along:

“Dimitri hasn’t been made aware, yet.”

It’s the first thing that Profess—that Commander Eisner says as she strides across the room to the replicator installation on the wall, leaving Sylvain floundering from where he stands, a mere two steps through the office door.

For a long second, Sylvain thinks he might be hearing things. Not only for the words—which make less than zero sense to Sylvain, actually—but because he’s not sure he’s ever heard her refer to them all by their first names like this before. It feels like she should still be calling them ‘cadet’ and chiding Sylvain for the lack of effort on his latest report. The sudden familiarity is off-putting. He blinks, still a little shell-shocked. “What?”

“... Bergamot?” Commander Eisner asks instead, and glances back over to him with a mild and expectant look. It takes an additional two full seconds for Sylvain to realize that she’s asking for his tea preference, that he hasn’t just quietly lost what was left of his mind standing there in the entryway to her office. Eventually, though, Sylvain catches on. With no mental energy left to marvel at how she remembers something so specific, he nods.

The lack of articulacy doesn’t seem to be a problem for someone like the commander. She simply gestures to the empty chair in front of her desk—as austere and uncomfortable looking as they come—and says, “sit.”

Replicators really are incredible things; it only takes five seconds or so to materialize the tea Commander Eisner requests, the molecules arranging themselves obediently into existence with a whirl of machinery and sparkling lights. In that time, Sylvain has somehow managed to will his feet into movement. They carry him dutifully across the floor and deposit his body into the waiting chair in a motion that, while overall effective, is distinctly lacking in grace. When the commander joins him, placing a delicate porcelain teacup down on the surface of the desk before him, it’s all he can do to watch her take her first sips with metaphorically bated breath, the steam from his own untouched cup rising in swirling plumes between them. Eventually, however, her teacup rattles back down against the saucer.

It’s only then, when the silence is reaching critical levels of unbearable, that she speaks.

“I wasn’t sure that Ensign Fraldarius would be coming,” she begins, her tone still flat and even, like she’s remarking on the state of the weather, not upending the last five years of Sylvain’s life. “When he and I last spoke—well. You know Felix. He was adamant that this ship was the last place he ever intended to step foot on. I chose not to burden Dimitri with his refusal.”

“When you last spoke?” Sylvain repeats, dully. Someone is going to need to cut him a little slack, here, if they’re expecting to get anything coherent out of him anytime soon. It sounds a lot like the Commander is implying she’s been talking to Felix regularly over the past five years, but that’s crazy, isn’t it? Felix was gone without a trace—Sylvain would know. He’d exhausted a good amount of hours and one too many favors that first year, only to come up empty handed every time.

But, impossibly, Commander Eisner nods. “About eight months ago. He was with the Klingons, then, on Zuva Bon. But there’s been nothing since. We weren’t anticipating his arrival this morning—I thought it best to speak with him myself before making Dimitri aware of his presence aboard. You would have been the next to know, I’m sure.”

There’s a faint roaring in Sylvain’s ears that seems to have nothing to do with the nacelle engine partially visible outside the window to his left. His gaze drifts toward the expanse of space stretching behind it, thoughts unmoored, as the sound grows louder and louder with each passing moment. Eventually, the volume of it blankets the rest of his senses, the rhythmic thunder overriding any lingering, rational thought.

But, of course, it’s not really a noise at all. Just the sound of his own pulse rushing rapidly past his ears.

“—Sylvain?” the commander asks, at some length. When he glances back to her, she’s watching him with her head tilted to the side again, as though his reaction is a puzzle she’s tepidly interested in attempting to work out.

“So you’re saying this whole time,” he starts, voice forced into what Sylvain can only hope would be called a casual cadence, “you knew where he was?”

The angle of Commander Eisner’s head sharpens only fractionally, her eyes unblinking. “I keep track of all of my former students, yes.”

“Commander, you had to know that I—that we were trying to find him. You could have said something.”

“It was Felix’s direct request that I keep the knowledge of his whereabouts to myself. As his life was never in any real danger, I saw no necessary reason to betray that trust.”

“That’s not–” Sylvain cuts himself off, feeling more than hearing the anger building in his voice. Of course, it would be someone like the commander that Felix would reach out to. Someone as blunt and unbound by traditional social graces as Felix, someone who would keep a secret as a matter of duty. Prophets, they had so much in common; Sylvain should have considered it from the very beginning. He could posit all day over why Dimitri, infinitely higher than any of the rest of them in their former professor’s graces, wouldn’t have chased down that particular lead… but shifting the blame was never going to change the fact that Sylvain hadn’t even thought to ask.

Commander Eisner blinks her mild eyes in his direction, once, and then once again for good measure, waiting with a blasé politeness for the impending conclusion of his sentence. For a second, Sylvain considers it; imagines letting all that anger spill through the cracks of the fingers so desperately trying to hold it back.

…But what would be the point?

“You know what, never mind,” Sylvain says instead, standing. There’s an edge to his voice that he can’t quite smooth away behind his smile, as cooled as the untouched cup that sits on the desk between them. “Thanks for the tea, Commander. Think I’m gonna make it an early night, lots to do tomorrow. You get it.”

Her face shows no surprise; she simply offers him a perfunctory nod and moves to walk him out.

“Sylvain.” Commander Eisner says just as the door slides open before him. If his demeanor has had any effect on her, she doesn’t show it. Her tone is as businesslike as ever. “The ship that Ensign Fraldarius arrived on this morning was the S.S. Palinurus. The docking permit might be of some interest to you.”

Sylvain doesn’t respond.

The door closes behind him with that same, decisive sound.

The computer doesn’t have a cabin assignment on file for Felix, yet, and can’t locate him when Sylvain asks. Unsurprisingly, Ingrid is also no longer on the ship. For a moment, Sylvain considers the absurd: sprinting off the ship and back onto the station, searching every lounge and hangar and temporary lodging assignment until he finds them, until he succeeds in cornering Felix like the spooked animal he insists on imitating and forcing some kind of explanation. It’s an impossible fantasy for any number of reasons, not the least of which is the fact that Spacedock One spans a truly insane amount of, well, space—searching it thoroughly would take more hours than there happened to be between now and departure. With Sylvain’s luck as it currently stood, he’d still be trudging through some maintenance corridor, unaware of the passage of time, when the ship took off into the vastness of space with Felix tucked away onboard.

And anyway, if chasing after Felix was what Sylvain truly wanted to do, he should’ve gone with Ingrid in the first place, right? Pulled himself together, staunched the cocktail mixer of emotions that Felix’s appearance had pierced through him like a knife wound, and got on with the interrogation. But Sylvain had learned a few things from chasing after Felix for a good chunk of their adolescent life: namely, that Felix never gave up shit if he didn’t want to. You could run and beg and throw yourself on a metaphorical funeral pyre right in front of him and it wouldn’t change anything… until Felix decided it did. Stubborn wasn’t a strong enough word for it; Sylvain wasn’t sure there was a word strong enough for it in any language in the entire galaxy. What good would it do, chasing him again, except to have the pleasure of watching the exquisite angles of Felix’s face turn away from him yet another time? How many times can you swear devotion to someone who clearly doesn’t want you before it becomes downright pathetic?

But that’s kind of the person Sylvain is, when you really got down to it. The kind who never learns, the kind who’s always game to throw themselves against those rocks just one more time, in case the outcome is somehow different.

At least, that’s how it was when it came to Felix.

Sylvain sighs, slides his fingers up through the mess of his red hair, and leaves his head right there in his hands.

He should sleep.

Instead, he sighs and shuffles over to the computer panel at the desk to send a communication to Ingrid that says, simply:

?

It’s about the only thing he can do. That is, until he remembers Commander Eisner’s words.

It’s simple enough to pull up the permits for the ships currently docked at the station, to find the ship that she’d named. The fact that it’s a simple civilian transport ship is somewhat surprising to Sylvain—it feels more in character for Felix to have boarded a passing cargo freighter or commandeered a war bird right out of the sky. Most of the details listed are so numbingly standard that Sylvain has to wonder what the commander could possibly have thought would be relevant. In fact, he reads the permit in its entirety three times before he sees it. Subtle, two words, completely insubstantial to anyone that isn’t Sylvain; they make his heart suddenly start to race.

Port of Departure: Ashalla, Bajor.

—

STARDATE 62354.08

“This is a shovel talk, isn’t it?” Sylvain asks, trying valiantly to keep his voice light as they duck through a disguised maintenance door in the main corridor. A panel just beyond warns ‘DANGER! Authorized Engineers Only Beyond This Point’. When he swallows, Sylvain’s throat is unusually dry.

Glenn is smiling as he glances back over his shoulder; Sylvain doesn’t need to be a telepath to understand that it isn’t actually a friendly smile, despite appearances. Glenn may be the more outwardly agreeable of the Fraldarius brothers, but Sylvain has no doubts that, if he wanted to, Glenn could kill him just as easily as Felix. Easier, probably. Less of that pesky sentimentality to get in the way.

Oh well, it was a good run. Mostly.

“Not sure what you’re talking about, Gautier. There a reason for me to be giving you a shovel talk?”

There isn’t, which is the most ridiculous part of all of this. At 17 years old, Sylvain has already had more than his fair share of angry older brothers threatening to push him out an airlock when he invariably broke their baby sisters’ hearts. He’d deserved those talks. Mostly because none of those little sisters had ever actually meant anything. Glenn, though… Sylvain would laugh, but he’s pretty sure he’d only end up choking on the irony.

Instead, Sylvain steps gingerly over a four inch wide cable that snakes its way across the path and says, “depends on how often you’ve been reading my mind, I guess.”

About as honest as it gets, for Sylvain. There doesn’t seem to be much of a reason to lie when the person you’re lying to can (literally, telepathically) see right through it. He could try—it might make him feel better about the mess he’s been making of what was formerly his personal life for the past four months—but Sylvain has a new policy when it comes to his feelings for Felix. Namely? That they exist.

Sylvain isn’t blind; he’d always known Felix was pretty in an angry, pointy sort of way. But that was his best friend, you know? Seemed weird not to shut those kinds of thoughts down right away. Only, it'd become an increasingly more difficult task as the days went on. It wasn’t Felix’s fault, but he sure as hell wasn’t making things any easier on Sylvain, either.

It’s little things like this: Felix starts tying his hair up one day, so Sylvain spends an unintentional half an hour staring at the tiny hairs that escape the bun and fall along the skin of his bare neck instead of taking a test. Felix misses a spot of gravy in the corner of his mouth during lunch, so Sylvain spends an embarrassingly long moment imagining himself climbing over the table and licking the spot clean before he gets ahold of himself and points it out instead. Felix goes for a run on the promenade early one morning, his face flushed with exertion and a sheen of sweat beading on his forehead, so Sylvain spends half the day wondering exactly what he’d have to do in exactly what way to get Felix looking like that for him. And that’s just the physical stuff, things hormones can explain away.

Sylvain tries even harder not to think too long on the way his pulse starts fluttering even more irregularly when he catches Felix laughing faintly at one of his stupid jokes, when Felix grabs for his wrist to pull him out of the path of an open maintenance hatch. It’s a problem that no amount of meaningless sex with strangers seems able to scare away so, for the past three weeks, Sylvain’s stopped trying. And see what it’s getting him now?

“Don’t be stupid,” Glenn says, and for a second, he sounds enough like Felix that Sylvain has to blink. They take a left at the next fork. “I can’t do any of that stuff.”

… which is exactly what a secret telepath would say in this situation, Sylvain imagines. But if that’s the story Glenn is sticking with, what’s he gonna do? Torture it out of him?

“So we’re just two guys, going on a walk through the off-limits maintenance corridor of a Federation starbase. You know, like guys do.”

The look that Glenn throws back over his shoulder, while still not quite warm, is at least not especially murderous. “Something like that.”

Finally, after what feels like an hour of avoiding live power conduits and engineers alike, they exit the maintenance corridor into a large room that houses one of the station fusion reactors. It glows faintly in front of them, unnaturally blue-tinged and humming, better than any sign for saying ‘hey, watch the fuck out!’ But all that imminent danger is lost on Glenn; he steps forward and out onto the balcony platform, draping his arm casually over the edge of the metal balcony.

After only a moment of hesitation, Sylvain joins him. When he glances over to Glenn with his eyebrows lifted in question, the light in the room has tinted Glenn’s eyes a bright, radioactive blue.

“I’m… worried about him,” Glenn says at length, voice halting, as though he isn’t sure whether he should be admitting this out loud. He isn’t looking at Sylvain anymore, either, his eyes fixed on the reactor buzzing below them. Ever the Fraldarius. “The inhibitor injections aren’t working anymore, he’s developing a tolerance too fast. If they keep upping the dose, it’s going to kill him. But if they stop…”

Glenn doesn’t need to finish that thought. Sylvain’s seen first hand the agony that Felix experiences on the days before the next doses, when there isn’t enough of the chemicals left in his system to help filter out the emotions of everyone else around him. One or two people, Felix might be able to handle. But a whole station? A thousand plus people all experiencing the full gambit of emotions at any given moment? No chance. On those days, Felix mostly stays cloistered somewhere down here with the fusion reactors, as far away from everyone—including Sylvain—as possible. It’s probably for the best, even if it has always made Sylvain feel like a shitty friend.

“I’ll be joining the crew of the U.S.S. Duscur next week. There’s not much I’ll be able to do for him from there, especially with him off on Bajor for who knows how long.”

Sylvain is frowning now. “Bajor?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Glenn asks, eyes sliding over to meet Sylvain’s with the kind of contemptuous incredulity that makes Sylvain feel like the biggest idiot to ever leave orbit. “There’s a betazoid there who Dad thinks can help. The transport leaves this afternoon.”

The weight that settles into Sylvain’s stomach is less like a stone and more like the entire planet of Jupiter and the gravity well surrounding it. Glenn is saying something else, something about keeping an eye out and communications but Sylvain’s brain is a little hung up on the complicated calculations surrounding distance and time between the maintenance corridor, his rooms, and the station docking ring.

“Hey, great talk,” Sylvain says suddenly, probably interrupting as he backs up quickly with a salute that’s meant to act as a hasty goodbye. “Let’s do it again sometime, yeah? When you get back. Good luck with the tour!”

Halfway through the door and about half a step from tripping over the nearest cable, Sylvain almost misses Glenn’s sigh.

“Guess you’re both idiots, then.”

It takes Sylvain less time than calculated to pack a bag. Makes sense, though; this is the kind of idiotic plan that only works so long as you stay in motion, your brain too focused on the act of putting one foot in front of the other to recognize the whole foundation is built on presuppositions with just a dash of selfishness mixed in. If he stops, he might have to wonder if Felix will really want him there. If he hesitates, he might have to guess what kind of message this split-second decision will really send. So, yeah. No time to wonder what kind of weather they’ll be having on Bajor in the spring—Sylvain throws the essentials hastily into a duffle before slinging the whole thing over his shoulder and starting off down the corridor.

It turns out Glenn’s idea of ‘afternoon’ is a little more broad than Sylvain might’ve anticipated. Hard to make a sweeping maybe-romantic gesture when the civilian transport you’re trying to catch moments before take-off is actually a cargo freighter delivering a few dozen pallets of self-sealing stem bolts before hightailing it back out to Ferengi space. The few weird looks he gets from the crewmen who watch him scramble through the doors are nothing compared to the relief Sylvain feels when he realizes he hasn’t actually missed the transport entirely—it just happens to be docked one platform over and isn’t leaving for another two hours.

That’s how Sylvain ends up in the doorway of the Fraldarius’s quarters twenty minutes later, blithely ignoring the knowing smirk on Glenn’s face when he steps aside to let Sylvain through. Not a telepath my ass, Sylvain thinks loudly in his direction, just in case, as he makes his way to Felix’s room in the back.

Well, no going back now.

“Heard you’re headed to my neck of the quadrant, huh?” Sylvain says, letting a shoulder fall against the door frame beside him with a soft thud, the perfect picture of feigned nonchalance.

[fuctacles]

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Robin finds them sprawled on the grass, resting after their play break. Steve notices her first, his head raising and tail wagging excitedly, though he doesn't move from his spot warming Eddie's thigh. 

"Steve?" 

That's when his friend realizes what got him so excited and he waves to Robin as she spots them in the middle of the yard. Their eyes meet and he knows she's surprised to see Steve in his other form again, but she doesn't say anything. Their werewolf friend yips happily and stands up, away from Eddie's petting to greet his best friend. 

"Hello, Buckley."

"Hello, Munson." She puts her hands on her hips in a perfect mirror of Steve. "I see you two are hard at work?" Robin quickly folds when Steve sits at her feet, his tail moving so fast it is barely visible. She squats down to scratch around his ears. "Hi, dingus."

"Exactly, and we're taking a well-deserved break right now," Eddie says with a smile, sitting up. "The barbeque is out and cleaned up, and we're almost done with the pool and chairs," he sums up their work so far, pointing vaguely to where everything is. 

"Damn, it's like you don't need me at all, huh?" she asks mostly towards Steve with a tilt of her head. He nibs at her fingers in retaliation before trotting away. "Hey, I was joking!"

But Steve picks up the ball still lying next to Eddie's leg and brings it back to Robin. She looks at him in confusion, so Eddie quickly swoops in with an explanation.

"We were playing fetch!"

The yellow, damp ball falls away from Steve's mouth like he might have just gotten self-conscious about the thing. But Robin takes it in stride, grabbing the toy and straightening up. Her friend quickly forgets his inhibitions and straightens up, hyperfocused on her raised hand. 

"Fair warning, I'm not the best thrower. But I guess I can't be much worse than Munson."

"Hey!"

She proves her words seconds later when the ball barely misses his head and Steve jumps right over his body, making him yelp. 

"Jesus H Christ you two!" he yells at them, but is genuinely happy for his friend enjoying his dog form without second guessing himself. 

He idly picks at the grass, observing them and dodging Buckley's shitty aim, wondering how he would feel if he could shift to a creature loved by everyone and with simple needs and ways to express himself. It sounds freeing, but he likes too many things his opposable thumbs can do, like playing the guitar, petting a dog, or playing fetch. 

Does Steve have things he needs his thumbs for? Is he still playing basketball? Maybe Eddie could teach him the guitar. Or Maybe Steve just needs a healthy balance between human and animal treatment. 

Eddie is so preoccupied with his thoughts, that the next ball Buckley throws boinks right off the side of his head. 

Steve skids to a stop in front of him, eyeing the skittering ball like prey, but in the end, jumps up to Eddie and starts licking at the sore spot, while Buckley yells her apologies in the background. 

"Okay, okay, I'll live! It's just a flesh wound!" he laughs, while Steve's hot tongue is ruining his already questionable fringe. The dog boops his cheek with a cold nose and goes to pick up the ball. Eddie takes it as his clue to stand up and fix himself up a bit.

"It pains me to say it, but I guess it's our sign to get back to work," he sighs, dusting off his knees. Steve shows up next to him, eyes huge and the ball between his teeth. "Nuh-uh, man, we can play more later. We gotta finish the yard today so we only have the food to worry about tomorrow."

Steve huffs, the ball falling from his mouth with a sad thump, but he walks away towards the house, bumping Robin's leg on his way to the back door. While he disappears inside, Eddie jogs up to her. 

"Hey," he says again. "I'm trying to help Steve out of his funk." 

Robin raises her eyebrows. 

"How?" she crosses her arms. 

He suddenly feels uneasy, shifting his weight while trying to give his theories and plans shape. There's no one better to talk it out with than Steve's best friend, so he pushes through. 

"Well, he likes how we treat the dog-him, so I think we should treat him more like that on a daily basis. You know, scratches, praises, and shit," he looks up at Buckley hoping he doesn't sound completely insane. "So he likes being human a bit more."

She hums, glancing back at the house.

"You're right," Robin says to his surprise. It's not something he hears often. "Though I think it works best with you."

"What do you mean?" he asks with a frown. 

But she waves him off, turning to where Steve is emerging through the back door wearing loose sweatpants and with his hairy chest on display. 

"Robs!" he greets his friend with a grin, gathering her for a side hug that quickly turns into a friendly chokehold. 

Eddie hopes Buckley can sense his menacing glare despite their roughhousing.

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[skyward-floored]

Maybe a snippet about wars and Sky and baby twilight?

“Come on Twilight! Come on!”

“You can do it!”

“Just once buddy!”

The baby stared between Warriors and Sky, tilting his head as the two smiled at him. He blinked, and Warriors and Sky held their breath as his expression screwed up.

Then he let out a huge sneeze, one that nearly knocked him over.

“Well, I guess he doesn’t want to right now,” Sky said with a frown, and Warriors sighed, leaning back on his knees.

“I’m starting to think Time is lying about the turning into a wolf thing,” Warriors huffed, and Twilight giggled as Sky pulled him into his lap and wiped off his nose. “How could neither of us have ever seen him do it?”

“Maybe he doesn’t feel comfortable enough around us?” Sky said, letting Twilight mess with some of his feathers.

“That’s ridiculous. We were there when he was born, how could he not be comfortable around us?”

Sky shrugged, and Warriors flicked some snowflakes up into the air, Twilight giggling as he waved a hand at them.

“All I’m saying is, he’s had powers for at least a month now, and we still haven’t seen him turn into a wolf. It just seems suspicious to me,” Warriors said, adding to the flakes. “I’m pretty sure Time is putting us on.”

“But Malon said it too,” Sky reminded him. “She was talking just yesterday about how cute he was as a wolf, remember?”

“Well maybe he got her in on it too.”

Sky gave him a flat look, and Twilight made a whining noise, squirming in his arms. They looked down at the baby, and Twilight whined again, moving his lips around.

“Guess its time to feed him again,” Sky said, and Warriors nodded, getting to his feet and walking off towards the kitchen.

“I’ll get the bottle. Malon didn’t move it around again, did she?”

“I don’t think so,” Sky called, rocking Twilight a little when he made a fussy noise. “Aw buddy, it’s okay, we’ll feed you in just a second.”

Twilight let out a louder noise of discontent, and Sky shushed him, looking out at the kitchen.

“Hurry it up Wars, he’s getting really cranky!”

“I’m trying, sheesh!” Warriors called back, voice annoyed. “Malon mixed up everything around in the fridge. Now why did she put the salad there of all places...”

Twilight sniffled, his lip trembling, and Sky patted him on the back, moving him so he had his head resting against Sky’s shoulder. The change in position calmed him down a little, but he was still whiny, and Sky winced as he grabbed a lock of his hair and tugged on it.

“Come on Twilight, it’s alright,” Sky shushed, “we’ll feed you in just a second, and your parents will be back soon! No need to be upset.”

Twilight looked at him as he spoke, and Sky smiled, Twilight’s blue eyes watery with tears.

Then his form was abruptly encased in shadows.

Sky yelped, nearly dropping him, but he managed to hold on to the shadows that Twilight had turned into, and watched in shock as they slowly fluttered away.

Leaving a wolf pup in their place.

Sky blinked, and the pup blinked back, and for a moment the only noise was the distant sound of Warriors rifling through the fridge.

Then Twilight whined, wiggling in Sky’s hold and licking at his chin.

Sky’s shock turned to delight, and he laughed as Twilight’s tiny tongue rasped at his chin. “Ha, well, Time was right,” he grinned, running a hand over Twilight’s head, delighting in how fuzzy he was. “A shifter! Buddy, that’s so cool.”

Twilight seemed to pick up on his excitement, and wiggled in his arms, letting out a yip as he licked Sky’s chin again.

“Alright alright, stop, you already spat up on me earlier, I don’t want to change shirts again,” Sky smiled, giving his ears a little scratch. A clatter rang out in the kitchen, and Sky sat up a little straighter. “Oh right— hey Wars! Get in here!”

“I’m still looking! Give me a break!” Warriors shouted back, and Sky huffed, getting to his feet.

“No, not that, you need to come see— oh, hey wait!” Sky exclaimed, shadows drifting around Twilight again. “Warriors hasn’t seen! Stay a wolf!”

“Stay a what?” Warriors hollered.

Sky ignored him, trying to get Twiligjt to stay a wolf, but despite his pleas, the shadows kept forming. And soon enough they’d dispersed, leaving a baby in Sky’s arms again.

Sky sighed, and Twilight set his head on his shoulder, yawning as Warriors finally came back around the corner.

“Look, I finally found it. Even warmed it up. Now what were you yelling about?” Warriors asked, tossing the bottle from one hand to the other.

Sky looked at Warriors, looked at Twilight, then looked back at Warriors one more time.

“Uh... would you believe me if I said he turned into a wolf while you were gone?” he said with a sheepish grin.

Warriors blinked, then snorted, shaking his head. “Riiight. Thought you’d get in on the joke, huh?”

“Aw Wars, look, I know what it looks like, but seriously, he did.”

“Uh-huh, sure. And when I went into the kitchen, I turned into a chicken,” Warriors said seriously, then laughed. “Nice try, Sky.”

“But—”

“Let’s just feed him,” Warriors said, and Sky grumpily took the bottle from his hands, shifting Twilight around and popping the tip in his mouth.

Twilight happily suckled onto it, and Sky looked at him, then exclaimed as he pulled a piece of fuzzy wolf hair off his shoulder.

“Here, see? Wolf hair!” Sky proclaimed, and Warriors took it, squinting at the piece of fluff.

“Sky, this is lint.”

“It’s not!”

“It’s lint.”

“It looks nothing like lint!”

Warriors squinted at the fuzz again, and hummed thoughtfully, rubbing it between two fingers.

“I guess you’re right... it looks like a bit like a moth ball too.”

Sky glared, and Warriors grinned. “Warriors if I wasn’t holding a baby I’d tackle you right now.”

“Well, so long as you don’t sic a wolf on me, I’m good.”

Sky hit him with one of his wings, and Twilight giggled at the sight, Warriors shaking his head as he walked away.

“Like he’d do it in the five minutes I was gone... sheesh,” Warriors muttered to himself, chuckling under his breath as he went to go get a snack of his own. “Yeah right, Sky.”

“Fine, be that way,” Sky huffed, and sat down in a chair, guiding the bottle back into Twilight’s mouth. He smiled down at his nephew, and Twilight snuggled up to him, happily suckling. “Doesn’t matter if he believes me or not. Just so long as he doesn’t come crying to me when you start teething and chew up all his shoes.”

“I heard that!”

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Beauty might be simple.

Dust had seen... a lot, of alternative universes. There were ones where his kind starved, where monsters had wings or fishy tails. He's seen ones where roles seemed to be reversed, or interchanged.

But... out of everything, he never considered one where...

Bunnies?

Dust was staring at a field of flowers, where—If he was guessing somewhat correctly. These... bunnies, were... fighting?

On one side, had these extra round creatures that had similarities to the Stars. While the other ones held closer to the bad Sanses, such as himself...

Man, they sucked at fighting.

The... Ink, one? Was flipped over on his back, his tiny little stubby legs kicked effortlessly. The one that looked like Killer paused mid battle to start cleaning his paws. The Swap one was... either pushing, or nuzzling one that looked like Horror. And, these things were small. The size of kitten at best. Plus... they were so round? Why were they so round?

Either way, Dust scoffed. Apparently these things could talk, too, or atleast one of them—as the goofy Nightmare one was screeching.

"N-No, you fools! Get back into battle!" He yelled, his voice pip squeak. While the Dream one was trying to flip over Ink, failing miserably and flipping over himself. He made tiny distressed yips, before getting distracted by a butterfly, flipping on his feet again and following it while hopping.

Dust sighed, coming closer. He just needed to find wherever the fuck Killer went, his Killer. And they could go home.

The Nightmare one looked at him, and hissed. Instead of tendrils, it just had a lot of floppy ears. "A mortal! Retreat you buffoons!" He demanded, teleporting away before Dust could get a word out.

He groaned. "Killer!" He called out again, hoping he hadn't run off too far.

As he approached, the bunnies all started looking at him. Their little chattering went down, as they began to hop over to him, quite literally bouncing.

"...ugh." Was all he managed out, these things.. they were nuzzling him? Being oddly affectionate.

One, the Killer one, started nibbling on his shoe, causing him to try and kick it away. "Stop that..." He murmured, the bunny just bounced like a ball...

Weird.

Russeling came behind him, and he snapped over with a sharpened bone ready to defend himself—

Boop.

Dust was put face to face with Killer, who held a bunny that looked like... him.

"...You shouldn't sneak up on me." He lowered his weapon, as Killer chuckled a bit.

"Dust! Look, it's you!" He said in a teasing manner, shoving them into his arms.

"H-Hey!" Dust tried to drop it, but his arms tensed for a second...

It was just, so soft... like a marshmallow.

Killer giggled, before gasping, "THERE'S MINE!" He scooped up the bunny that looked like him, squshing it on his face.

"We're not keeping them." Dust declared as he finally set the Dust one down.

"Oh c'mon! Wouldn't be the first time we kidnapped something from an AU!~" Killer was now trying to hold Dust, and Horror bunny as well.

"No." Dust, the actual one, crossed his arms and gave a stern look.

Killer pouted, metaphorically jiggling them in his arms as he opened his jacket to stick them in.

"...Don't." Dust warned, as Killer cheered when he got them into it, zipping it up, their three little faces stuck out in front of his face.

"Yup, doing it."

Dust groaned. "...fine." He stuck his hands hands his pocket, looking away, down towards the star ones. The ink one was still stuck on his back, but fell asleep cuddling up to the Swap and Dream one...

It was almost cute.

He sighed. "Let's just get back... I swear if one of those things poop in the castle..." He muttered as he helped Killer pushed the bunnies to be more hidden.

"Heh, got it!"

And with that, they teleported home.

(Inspired by @ant1quarian!)

[ridley-was-a-cat]

Spring 2024 Anime Roundup

Anime of the Season – Delicious in Dungeon

Source readers both online and in my own house have been talking this series up for years, so when I saw that it was getting an anime, and that Trigger would be the ones adapting it, I was pretty excited. Despite that excitement, I admit that it took a little bit to grow on me.

At the beginning, I found it awkward that the crew was in a hurry to get back into the dungeon to resurrect a party member before she’s digested by the dragon who wiped them out, but the story kept stopping to describe in detail the monsters they caught and prepared for dinner. Once I started to see more of the way the dungeon worked, with its resurrection mechanic making death merely annoying for adventurers, and the complex population of dungeon creatures representing a whole thriving ecosystem, the pace began to make sense, and the plot started to really take off. Being hungry is what lead to their party getting wiped out in the first place, so they have to work with the dungeon as another cog in its gears if they want different results this time. As they travel deeper into the dungeon, the wild situations and plot twists lead the characters to gradually reveal more depth as they respond to the challenges, and coupled with an excellent voice cast and fantastic visuals, it truly becomes a superb fantasy anime by the end of the second cour. Once the second season adapts the entire manga in full, this will be one of those series we’ll be talking about for many years. 9/10

First Runner-Up – Tonari no Yokai-san

The way this series began, it seemed like it was going to be a laid-back slice of life about the people living in a rural Japanese village in an alternate reality where humans and yokai coexist together. Eventually, though, it revealed its more dramatic ambitions, and tested the connections the characters had with each other through a series of unusual events. I think I liked it best when it was quietly focused on the characters daily lives, but the sci-fi flavored ending made for an emotional finish. 8/10

Second Runner-Up – Oblivion Battery

I don’t like amnesia plots, and I find Mamoru Miyano’s zany comedy mode to be nigh insufferable, so I nearly dropped this series after one episode when he was voicing an amnesiac catcher who yells bad jokes until someone breaks out in pity laughter. Luckily for me, the show got better and better each week as it added more lost boys to the baseball team and handled everything from the yips, toxic sports culture, and disordered eating, all with tons of feeling and superbly directed animation. 8/10

Black Butler: Public School Arc – Ciel and Sebastian infiltrate an elite school to get to the bottom of a missing persons case, and find themselves involved in everything from underhanded bullying schemes to intense cricket matches as they stalk their prey. I can’t say this is my favorite arc in the series, but it was so good to see the Black Butler gang back in a TV anime, and with better visuals than before. 8/10

Vampire Dormitory – A girl passing as a guy while living on the streets becomes the thrall of a handsome young vampire, moves into his dorm room, and begins an absurd, gender-bending romantic adventure. At no point could I guess what was going to happen next, because the mangaka’s galaxy brain was operating on a level I can’t reach, but I’ll always remember it fondly as highly entertaining shoujo camp. 7/10

I Was Reincarnated as the 7th Prince so I Can Take My Time Perfecting My Magical Ability – Every season there’s a show I didn’t look twice at before the season started that turns into one of my favorites, and this was it this spring. By all rights, I should’ve been driven off by the busty maids and the ten year old protagonist’s booty shorts and rosy knees, but he’s such a likeable little magic-obsessed gremlin, and the magic battles were so well designed, that I couldn’t help but have a great time. 7/10

KonoSuba: God’s Blessing on This Wonderful World! S3 – There’s just something magical about the main quartet in this series that makes the sort of raunchy situations they get into hilarious rather than obnoxious. It’s all the standard stuff of ecchi-adjacent shounen series, but the character’s chemistry and the story’s commitment to the bit makes it impossible not to laugh along with them. 7/10

Kaiju No. 8 – This series centered on a guy who’s been turned into a humanoid kaiju, who uses his new power to join the force that fights against the monsters, doesn’t really do anything that a million other shounen action series hasn’t done before, but the animation quality is pretty great, and the all-adult cast has good chemistry, making them fun to watch. Depending on the choices the story makes from here, it could easily go stale, but they’ve given me an promising setup with this opening arc. 7/10

Train to the End of the World – A group of high school girls from a small town take a wild train ride through a world turned inside out by the activation of a 7G wireless network on a journey to find their friend in Ikebukuro. The bizarre, chaotic world created by 7G is unique and fun, with each stop on the train line having its own kind of madness for the girls to navigate, and it makes for a good adventure story. It needed more ambitious visuals, or a slightly deeper story, to be a great anime, but it was consistently entertaining week after week. 7/10

Tadaima, Okaeri – While I found the omegaverse content confusing and a bit weird the whole way through, I’m glad I gave this a try. Not only is it useful to know for sure what you’re not into, I definitely enjoyed more of this than I didn’t. It did some very welcome things with showing a young married gay couple being physically affectionate and doting on their kids like a typical family, and the story did a good job with topics like reconciling with estranged family and making friends as adults. 7/10

Laid-Back Camp S3 – The camp girls return, and this season had them tackle everything from backyard camping, to touring various suspension bridges, to the many kinds of vintage trains still serving remote areas. This season lacked a bit of the magic that made me love the previous seasons, although I’d be hard-pressed to point to any one reason why, but it still reliably delivered an effective dose of chill each week, and had a top notch OP to boot. 7/10

Wind Breaker – Delinquents seem to be having a moment in anime right now, and this season’s entry has the main character showing up with a chip on his shoulder and planning to fight for the top, only to find out his school of tough fighters acts as a local defense force and mutual aid society. The large cast is stacked with colorful, likeable characters you want to root for in their nicely animated fights. If it wasn’t for an awkwardly placed, overly long arc involving a rival team, it could’ve been a great show instead of a good one. 7/10

Tonbo! – A former pro golfer hits a low point in his life and moves to a small island south of Kyushu to start a new job, where he meets a middle school girl with a wild talent for golf. The production values are not particularly high, but the writer’s deep knowledge of the sport really comes through, and it was a lot of fun to watch the heterodox, instinctual Tonbo confound the experienced golfers she meets along the way. I look forward to the second half this fall. 7/10

Tsukimichi: Moonlit Fantasy S2 – I remember really enjoying season one of this series, and thought it was a fun romp that played around with common isekai tropes, but I don’t feel like I got that from this sequel. The plot cut around abruptly at some points, dragged on at others, and never totally got me on board with his scheming and maneuvering. I still enjoy the cast, and I’ll probably keep watching the series, but it definitely felt like a downgrade. 6/10

Touken Ranbu Kai: Kyoden Moyuru Honnouji – Adapting a stage play that adapted part of a mobile game, the swords reanimated as handsome guys go to the Sengoku period to make sure Nobunaga’s end goes the way it’s supposed to. The plot is quite similar to Katsugeki Touken Ranbu, but with less impressive visuals, and a more annoying focus character. I got more Mikazuki Munechika (my beloved), though, so I was mostly satisfied. 6/10

A Salad Bowl of Eccentrics – If you watched Hinamatsuri and thought that it would be better with sleazy fanservice, generic light novel art, and less funny jokes, then this is the anime for you. It was entertaining enough to watch the characters flail around, but it hits nearly all the same plot beats as a much better series, and it’s hard not to compare them. 6/10

Grandpa and Grandma Turn Young Again – I hung in after a plainly bad first episode, and I’m glad I did, because it shaped into a genuinely enjoyable comedic slice of life that looked at growing old, rural depopulation, and passing things on to younger generations. The production was just a little too economical to quite call it good. 6/10

Astro Note – In a pretty clear nod to the classic series Maison Ikkoku, a young man moves into a boarding house full of boisterous residents and immediately becomes smitten with the young owner. Unlike the other series, though, this one involves aliens and a talking dog. Whether or not someone would enjoy this series likely hinges on how well the comedy direction lands for them, and a lot of it left me cold, especially the reaction faces. 6/10

Jellyfish Can’t Swim in the Night – I honestly enjoyed the first half of this original series following four girls drifting aimlessly in their lives who come together to form a virtual pop group. The visuals were excellent, and the voice actors were giving great performances despite the occasionally awkward dialog. Starting from something I’ll call the “boob incident” in episode seven, however, the show lost all of my trust, and the writing fell apart at the seams before limping through the finale with a pile of overly facile resolutions. 5/10

Unnamed Memory – Sometimes you don’t need to be familiar with the source material to know that the show you’re watching is doing an awful job of adapting the story. Whoever did the series composition here has abridged the life out of the text, stripping out all character development and story background we needed to feel for our cursed male lead and his forbidden romance with a witch with a tragic history. Without this connective tissue, the plot cuts abruptly from scene to scene, leaving the viewer behind. 4/10

A Condition Called Love – I probably should’ve just dropped this at the three episode mark, but so many people in shoujo fandom stan it that I wanted to see if there was something more to it. Unfortunately, my opinion remains the same in the end: he’s a pile of red flag maladaptive behaviors, and a teenage girlfriend who can’t tell when she’s been wronged by people is not a substitute for therapy. I couldn’t root for the romance, and the production ranged from mediocre to straight up bad. 4/10

[nights-legacy]

Wolf Sitting-Kirishima

Main Masterlist MHA Masterlist

-3018 words

+After a day off and out with your sister, you come back to find things are topsy turvy. Kirishima had been turned into a wolf on patrol. Bakugo explains what happened and tells you that Aizawa has put you in charge of the canine. Since you had an animal communication quirk coupled with being able to take on qualities of countless animals, he thought it would work out the best.

“Yes, yes! I just made it back to the dorms.” I said into the phone. “I promise I made it safe. Geezes sis, I training to be a pro! I think I can walk home and know how to defend myself if something happens.” She laughed at me and saying she surrenders. “I’ll call you tomorrow. I promise! Bye!” I hung up with a huff.

“Have fun today?” Uraraka asked across the room. I laughed while looking at my phone, checking my email.

“Loads but my sister can be very, very exhausting.” I said. She laughed with me. She walked up to me and handed me a file. “What’s this?”

“You’ll see.” She gave me a sympathetic smile before walking out.

“Oookay.” I said before taking my shoes off and switching them out. I walked into the common room and passed the couches before double taking. On the couch was a giant red and black furred wolf passed out with all four feet in the air. I gaped for a second before someone called me from the kitchen.

“Hey beastmaster!” It was Bakugo. I walked in and gave him a questioning look.

“What’s with the…”

“I’ll get to that in a moment.” He interrupted before turning back to whatever he was working on. I waited patiently, looking out into the main room every now and again. The wolf barely moved from his position. He pulled a pan of food. “That…” He wiped his hands of and pointed towards the wolf. “Is Shitty hair. He got hit by a quirk out on patrol today that turned him into a wolf.”

“Shit. Really?” I looked at him surprised. He nodded.

“That paperwork is everything Recovery Girl could give us plus a low down on the guy’s quirk that turned him into this.” He pointed to the file that Uraraka gave me. “I have been in charge of him since this happened but now you’re in charge of him. Because of you quirk and all. I really don’t give a fuck.”

“What? I am not the only one here that’s able to communicate with animals.”

“Yeah but you are closer to shitty hair then Koda and a hell of a lot more out-going. Plus this was ordered from the Human Catepillar. Sorry not sorry.” He said before walking away with his food.

“I really wish you would stop calling Aizawa sensei that!” I just got a gruff in response. I groaned before looking at the file.

I opened it to read over what I up against. Recovery Girls notes said that the quirk should last for a couple of days, a week at most. He is still normal Kiri just in a dog form. There was a note from Aizawa saying that I still had to bring Kiri to class since he can still comprehend everything.

“He is going to hate that.” I said laughing. I read over everything and sighed. I got up and walked into the other room. Kiri had shift on the couch but was still asleep. “Hey Kiri.” I poked him. He moved a little but didn’t wake up. “Kiri.” I tried again. “Kiri!”

“Roup!” He let out a surprised sound before falling off the couch. He wiggled around on his back trying to get to his feet. He finally got to his feet and looked around startled. He finally found me. His tail started wagging.

“You really got into a predicament didn’t you?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest. His ears laid back for a moment.

Yeah. I did. I didn’t see him there until it was too late. I heard him say in what everyone else would have heard as a whine. He sat down and looked up at me with puppy eyes.

“Well it could have been worse I guess. Are you hurt otherwise?” I asked looking him over. He came up to just below my waist in this form. He was huge.

No, a bit sore but nothing bad. I am more itchy than normal though he said. What did Aizawa decide on the situation? He asked while scratching behind his ear.

“That’s good. Well he decided I am going to be the one taking care of you for the time being. Since I seem to be the best qualified for this situation.” I said. I saw his eyes light up when I said that causing me to chuckle. I moved forward to scratch his head. “Umph. And the first order of business is a bath for you.” He whined before catching himself.

Why does that bother me? He asked and I laughed.

“Probably the wolfie side of you. Come on, to the showers.” I said. I started walking towards the showers. I checked to make sure no one was in the girls showers before leading him in. “Go on in. I got to grab some soap and stuff.”

So this is the girl’s showers? Mineta and Denks would be so jealous if they knew I was in here. He he. I rolled my eyes before walking to the toiletries closet. I looked through and found the best things I could for a wolf.

“This was the best I could find. I’ll have to go and get some real dog shampoo…” I looked and saw Kiri was up on his front paws on the sink looking at himself in the mirror. He looked conflicted. “Are you alright?” His fur bristles in surprise before he looked at me, hopping down.

Yeah. Just checking to see the damage. He said.

“In my opinion, you’re a very handsome wolf.” He perked up and his tail wagged enthusiastically, giving away his happiness. “Come on then, time for a bath or shower more like it.” He drooped a bit before following me.

Giving wolf Kiri a bath was a trip and a half. The paperwork said he was still Kiri in there but he still had a lot of tendencies of the canine breed. Like playing in water. By the time we finished I was as wet as he was. I turned off the water before turning to stare at him. He was sitting there with his tongue out and wagging is tail.

“Well you’re going to be a handful.” I said. He paused eyes looking around.

What, why? He asked but then he did the wolf equivalent of blanching. Oh…Sorry about that.

“It’s okay. Now we need to dry you off. Come on.” I got up and wrung some of the water out of my shirt. Thank god I didn’t wear white today. I grabbed the towel and threw it over his head. It took longer to dry him then it did to wash him. I ushered him out to the common room again and up to my room.

Am I even staying with you? He asked. I nodded and went to pull out clothes for me.

“It’s for the best since I’m in charge of you. Now I am going to take my own shower. Be good and don’t, you know…Do any bad dog stuff.” I said before pausing. I nodded and left to take a quick shower. I got back quickly to see Kiri dozing in my bed. “Ack-hem.” He jumped to attention.

Sorry. You bed is just so comfy. He went to jump off the bed before I stopped him, laughing.

“It’s fine. I was just messing with you. But you will have to make room when it come’s time for bed.” He nodded. I sat at my desk, pulling out my homework for tomorrow. “Oh and by the way, Aizawa sensei said you still have to attend class even in this wolfie form.

What?! WHHHYYYY? He whined and barked unhappily. I just laughed periodically through the evening, people stopped by to check and see if Kiri had really been turned into a wolf. Denki was having a blast with it, even going as far as to play with him. Even Aizawa stopped by to check on us. He received an angry bark about having to go to class from Kiri.

“Ah man!” I yawned and stretched. I looked over at Kiri, who had all four paws in the air like earlier. “How is that comfortable? Whatever, time for bed.” I turned the lights off and shoved Kiri over to get into bed. He repositioned himself to give me room. I could feel the heat coming from him and it wasn’t too long before we were out.

The next morning I was woken up by a very antsy Kiri needing to go out. I quickly stumbled around and helped in outside. Yawning, as we walked back in, Bakugo and Iida chuckled at us. I gave them the finger and in response got more laughter from Bakugo and a scolding from Iida.

“Aw! He’s so cute.” Mina squealed as we sat in class waiting for Aizawa to get there. The rest of the class who hadn’t seen him the night before were gawking over him now. I left them to it and sat down at my desk.

“Rough night?” Midoriya asked.

“No, not really. Well the bath was but not much else.” I told him. I looked back at Kiri who had Mina attached to his neck. I chuckled. “Just new.”

“How is it taking care of a dog version of the guy you are whipped for?” Bakugo said. I tensed before throwing my notebook at his head.

“Shush!!”

“Why you!” He jumped up and turned to charge at me but a loud bark and growl made everyone freeze. We all turned towards Kiri to see him standing at attention and everyone backed off him.

Damn, it’s 8am. Calm down you angry Pomeranian. It was just a notebook. He said. I laughed as he came and sat down between us.

“What?! What did he say?” Bakugo exclaimed.

“He said it’s just a notebook and to calm down.” I said between the laughs. Kiri looked back at me expectantly. “What? I am not saying the other part. I don’t want to die today.”

“What was the other part? Tell me!” I looked back a Koda, who had an amused smiled on his face. I looked at everyone else behind me before at Midoriya. He looked like he wanted to know too.

“Angry Pomeranian.” I said before me and Midoriya burst out laughing.

“What!” He yelled before chucking my notebook back at me and turning his complete attention to Kiri. “That’s rich coming for you.” The two started arguing even though Bakugo had no idea what Kiri was saying. We were all getting a kick out of it until Aizawa walked in.

“DO I EVEN WANT TO KNOW?” He yelled above the commotion. I shook my head and reached out to pull Kiri back by the nape of his neck. He made a confused little yip before turned to me with confused, puppy eyes. I swooned and laid my head on my desk.

“You’re too cute like this!” I exclaimed. He poked me with his nose and I playfully swatted him away.

“Okay, okay. Everyone CALM!” Aizawa yelled. Everyone scurried to their seats. “I know this is different and amusing but you can gawk, fight, and whatever else after school. For now, pay attention.

“Yes, sensei.” We all chorus. Kiri sat by me the whole day, surprisingly not dozing off like he does normally. The other teachers were a little more inclined to give leeway to the situation. Lunch Rush even had something special for Kiri at lunch. The other classes were dumbfounded by our ‘indifference’ to the situation but we were used to strange shit happening.

“What is Kiri supposed to do about training?” Denki asked All Might as we came into class.

“He is exempt for training. There is not much he can do in this form. Can you even activate your quirk Kirishima?”

I don’t know. I haven’t even thought about trying to, SQUIRREL! I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh as he got distracted. He looked over at me in embarrassment.

“No he hasn’t.” I said strained.

Glad you’re amused by this. Kiri whined, before laying down and crossing his paws.

“Well, we will not worry about it. You have Miss Y/N if you need anything. Now let us go!” He said. Training went by smoothly and Kiri decided he wanted to run around and bark us on. He was even able to pull a few of us out harm’s way a few times.

“That was awesome. Can we keep Kiri as a wolf all the time?” Denki asked. This caused Kiri to pause and send a soft snarl his way. I could tell Kiri was getting tired and I smiled. I scratched his ears and head. He pushed back into my touch.

Days went by like this until a week had passed. If I had to go out for my internship, the rest of the class took turns keeping an eye on Kiri. There was even times that they called and had Kiri talk through the phone because they couldn’t figure out what he wanted and Koda wasn’t around.

“Damn.” I groaned, falling down on my bed. I buried my head in my pillow before I heard the door open.

“Hey L/N, just bringing Kiri to you.” I mumbled out an okay and thank you. I heard the soft thuds of his paws as he walked in. I heard him sit down next to me on the ground. I turned my head to see him looking at me with his head cocked.

What’s up? He asked.

“Just a rough day on the job. I got beaten up pretty good today.” I said sitting up and rubbing my neck. He set his head down on the bed. I could tell he was worried. “I’m okay Kiri. Just a little sore. Come on, let’s go to bed.” He walked over and hopped up onto his back legs to turn off the light switch. He then jumped up on the bed and stretched out along the length.

I woke up in the middle of the night to a weight against my back. I groaned and pushed my elbow back against the weight.

“Kiri back off a little.” I said. A groan was the only response. I sighed before trying to settle back but then I realized it was a human groan. I shot up and felt an arm slip down my waist. I saw a very human and very naked Kiri next to me. “Ahh!” I screamed before pushing him away and unfortunately off the bed.

“What the…” I heard him groan. He sat up and rubbing his head. He looked around and his eyes widen, looking at his hands. “The quirks gone. Yes.” He then looked down. “Oh shit.” His head whipped up towards me.

“Hi.” I waved shyly. “A set of clothes are on the dresser. I got them in case you changed.

“Oh thanks.” He said with a blush. I turned towards the wall so he could put on his clothes. “I’m decent.” I turned and he was standing by the door, rocking back and forth on his feet. After a bit he finally spoke up. “Should I go back to my room?”

“No, it’s late. Might as well stay.” I said.

“You’re right.” He said. He walked forward but stumbled a little bit.

“Not used to walking two legs?” I joked. He glared a bit before shaking it off. He reached up and shook his hair out, brushing out a few knots he found. I admired him as he moved, reorienting himself with his human body.

“That was a learning experience. I have a new found respect for wolves now.” He looked at me in amusement. “I don’t know how you can do that all the time, even if it is only half-way.”

“Guess being born with it gives me and advantage.” I said pulling my knees up.

“I would say so.” He joked. He stretched and I heard his back pop. “Oh, that felt good.” I shook my head and looked at the clock. It was just past 1am and I could feel sleep calling my name again.

“Come on, let’s get back to sleep.” I pat the bed next to me. I looked away blushing. I pulled the covers back as he sat down. He moved in and pulled the covers over him. We sat there in silence. He looked like he wanted to say something. “Something on your mind?”

“Huh, oh yeah. Um, L/N?” I hummed looking at him. “Is it true what Bakugo said?”

“Which time? He has said a lot in the past week.” I chuckled. He rolled his eyes but he had a small smile.

“The first day. When everyone was fawning over me. He said you are whipped for me?” I froze in shock. I bit my lip and looked down. I nodded meekly. “Oh wow.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make this awkward.”

“NO! No, you didn’t.” He said before setting a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him. “I like you too.” I smiled at him. He smiled back before a yawn interrupted. I chuckled before brushing hair away from his eyes.

“Let’s get some sleep. We have all day tomorrow to talk things out.”

“Alright.” He smiled before laying down. I looked down at him before lying next to him. I heard him let out a breath before he moved closer, wrapping his arms around me tentatively. My eyes were starting to grow heavy and I snuggled into his chest. He was still warm, not as warm as before but it still lulled me to sleep.

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[hidden-otaku-stuff]

My Mate

Pairing: Alpha Ushijima x Omega Oikawa’s sister Reader

Genre: slight angst, fluff ending

Prompt:  I’ll make you my mate, no matter what. So be prepared

AN: Hey anon, I hope you like it! 

“Oikawa.”

“Ushijima.” Your jaw clenched as you looked up at the Alpha. He had approached you in the middle of the hallway, alone oddly enough. “How can I help you?”

“I’ll make you my mate, no matter what. So be prepared.” And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving your jaw to drop. 

“Who does he think he is?!” You scoff, looking at your best friend who looked surprised at the interaction. “Does he really think I’ll be his mate after everything he’s done?” You shake your head, whirling away and stomping towards the gates of campus.

“Oi! Where are you going?”

“Out!” 

As you storm down the streets, you angrily kick a rock along your war path. Mate? To Ushiwaka? That was the absolute last person you’d ever consider. As Oikawa’s younger sister, you had spent many years hearing how Ushijima would disrespect your brother. You’d thrown a fit when your parents decided to send you to Shiratorizawa. Your brother had even ignored you for over a week because of it! 

Your heart had been crushed. It took you crying to Iwaizumi in order to get it through Oikawa’s mind that you wanted to be at Aoba Johsai with them. 

Of course, the first day of Shiratorizawa, you were greeted with the unwelcome sight of Ushijima as your buddy. All second years were assigned to first years in order to show them around campus and ensure that they were safe, and of course, your luck had you paired with Ushijima.

It wasn’t like he was a terrible guy. No, he was just such a traditional Alpha. 

He believed that Omegas should be docile and quiet, which you were not. How could you be when you had an Alpha brother like Oikawa? 

He believed that Omegas should rely on Alphas, which you did not. How could you when you had an Alpha friend like Iwaizumi who taught you how to be self-reliant? No matter what, you and Ushijima would not agree. 

And yet, that somehow made him desire you even more. 

You found yourself at an empty park, the one you used to frequent with your brother and his friend. Stopping at the boundary, you stared at the net longingly for a moment. It has been months since you last played. Scanning the park, you spy an old tattered ball underneath a bush. Stooping down, you fish it out, giving the ball a quick squeeze. You were pleasantly surprised that it had sufficient air pressure in order to play. Bouncing the ball once or twice, you twirled the ball between your hands before tossing it up for a serve. Crack. The ball slammed down into the back line, just in the court. You grinned, looking down at your palm. You couldn’t remember the last time a serve had felt so right. 

“May I join you?” 

Your lip curled up slightly as the familiar mountain scent filled the air. “Ushijima. You followed me.” 

 Turning, you see the Alpha underneath the lamp-light. “I was worried you would wander somewhere in your rage and get into trouble.” 

(E/c) eyes narrowed. “Do you think I’m incapable of taking care of myself, Ushijima?” You growled, stepping closer to the Alpha. “Do you think that I’m some poor, defenseless Omega that you need to rescue?” 

Ushijima tilts his head. “No.” You tilt your head at this. “But as someone who wishes to court you, I cannot help but worry about you.” Your lip twitched.

Thump. Thump. 

Why did that make your heart race? Your Omega had awoken now, dropping into a playful crouch as she wiggled in an effort to tease the Alpha. Internally you cursed. You didn’t need an Alpha to worry about you. “I can worry about myself,” you sniffed, turning your back to him once again. “C’mon then. Show me what the star of the men’s volleyball can do.” 

A hum of satisfaction filled the air as his scent warmed. Ushijima walked past you, his scent enveloping you. Your Omega yipped. Ushijima’s chest puffed out as he retrieved the ball. As he dropped into position, you couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles flexed. He was in his black long-sleeve and white shorts. He had probably just come from practice. “I can toss for you if you would like.”

Your body freezes as you look over at the Alpha, mouth drying. “How did you know I was a spiker?” 

“I saw you playing back at Kitagawa First. You were an incredible spiker. It’s a shame you do not play anymore.” Ushijima bounced the ball, olive eyes focused on your form. “So? Would you like me to toss for you?” 

Hesitation filled you as you bit back a scathing retort. No, I wouldn’t want to force you to lower your standards. But, he had offered after all. “..Sure.” 

Ushijima offered you a small smile as he ducked under the net, coming to your side. “Just throw the ball up and I will toss it for you.” 

And so that’s how you practiced. You would throw the ball up, Ushijima would toss it to you, and you would spike it. After every spike or so, Ushijima would either compliment you or mention something about your form in order for you to improve. He would even go get the ball for you both. Otherwise, the only sound was the volleyball hitting your hands or the volleyball crashing into the ground on the other side of the net. An hour or so passed before it got too dark to continue playing. Replacing the ball where you had found it, you and Ushijima made the walk back to campus.

“So, you knew me from when I played in middle school?” You asked, hands in your pocket as Ushijima walked beside you.

“Yes. That’s how I knew I wanted you to be my mate.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You chose your mate based on volleyball skill?”

“No.” You looked up at Ushijima who had stopped. “I may have considered it, but I ultimately chose my mate because I could see how hard-working they are. I saw how they were able to communicate with their peers on and off of the court.” He stared down at you. “I am not the most expressive or communicative person I will admit. Most of my time will be filled with volleyball. But I had a feeling that you would understand that, and that is why I would like to court you and see if you would choose me as your mate.”

Confusion filled you. He had seen all of that based on how you played? “But how do you know that makes us compatible?” 

He lifts his shoulders. “We won’t know until we try, correct?” 

“You’re ridiculous,” you grumbled, turning and starting to walk. “Well? C’mon there, Ushijima. Take me out on a date or something and I guess we can try.”

He smiles once again, catching up to you in three long strides. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For the opportunity.”

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Pairing: Dom Roman Reigns X Sub Reader, Dom Dean Ambrose X Sub Reader

Warning: SMUT. Sharing. Double penetration. Whipping, spanking, riding crop,.. Just know it’s smutty. You’re warned.

Requested by: Startwithaheart. Thanks for the great idea. I hope I did it justice.

“Where’s Y/N?” Dean asked looking out over the ocean from my back deck.

I handed him a beer and opened my own. “She’s upstairs doing something.”

Dean took a big swig of the beer I’d handed him, letting out a loud burp after. “You two still doing ok? Isn’t her contract about up?”

I shook my head, intentionally looking at the ocean to avoid looking at him. “Yeah yeah. Things are going great. We’re both eager to re-sign.” This was the time. I had to ask before second guessing myself. “But there is one thing....” I let the sentence trail off when the awkwardness of this conversation hit me again.

Dean looked at me, motioning for me to continue. “What kind of thing?” He turned toward me a bit. When I wasn’t quick to answer, he continued. “Run it by me. Maybe I can help.”

I took a deep breath before turning to him. “Y/N has one fantasy that I can’t fulfill on my own.”

Dean processed the information quickly. “Ah, your baby girl wants a three-way?” He nodded as if the information didn’t surprise him. “You want some help pickin out the right girl?”

“The thing is, she wants another guy, another dom to join us. She wants both of us to dominate her.” I paused hoping he’d just volunteer, but he didn’t. I couldn’t look at him for the next part. “She wants you to join us.” Dean was stunned into silence. I knew Dean preferred open relationships. That was no secret, so why didn’t he just agree?

“Ro, man. This is YOUR baby girl. I know how much you love her, and I know how jealous you can get.” He looked back out at the ocean. “This is a bad idea. I’d be worried our friendship couldn’t make it through this.”

I looked Dean in the eye, letting him know I was serious. “I’ve thought about this a lot. She told me about this fantasy when we first got together, so trust me, I’ve thought about how it’s going to feel. Hell, she and I have talked about it a ton. It boils down to this. We wouldn’t trust anyone BUT you.”

He took another swig of his beer. “You guys talked about me specifically?” His eyebrows raised on surprise.

“Yes, and we both agree on a one night thing.... just a special re-signing gift. Will you help us?” I practically begged.

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I came down the stairs freshly showered and wearing a sundress. I’d fixed my hair and makeup both to look my best and to give the guys time to talk. Now, I was shaking with nerves as I descended. Both men looked at me. When I looked at Dean, I couldn’t tell how the meeting had gone. His stoic face hid any emotion he felt. It only made me more nervous.

Dean stood and met me at the base of the stairs, blocking my path. Standing one step higher than him, I was slightly taller than him. He reached his hand out and I took it. Did this mean he agreed? Lifting my hand up to his lips, he kissed my knuckles lightly. The simple little kiss answered my question. “Y/N. Is this what you want?” His stare was smoldering, his eyes taking in my whole body as he waited for me to answer. I couldn’t speak so I nodded yes. “Not good enough princess. You have to say it out loud.” He stepped closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I nodded again, and tentatively said yes.

Dean pulled me harshly against him, and I felt his hard dick against my thigh as he pushed a knee between mine a fraction of a second before he pressed his lips to mine sweetly and finding me willing, he slid his tongue in my mouth. His taste flooded my already lustful thoughts. My body yielded to his dominance, pressing desperately against him as my hips rolled against his thigh trying to find relief from the desire building in my core. When the kiss ended, Dean stared into my eyes.

“You got a playroom Ro?”

Roman neared us now, and I scanned his face for any sign that he wanted to stop this. Instead, he looked ready; the tent in his pants showing his desires. “Take him upstairs baby girl. Show him where we play.”

I turned quietly, but Dean kept his arm around my waist. He pulled me tightly, roughly against him, rutting his cock into my ass as he locked his lips on the back of my neck. I moaned at his touch, but he pulled away much too quickly, giving my ass a swat almost hard enough to knock me over. I yipped at the pain, and quickly recovered.

The closer we got to the play room, the harder my heart beat. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to do this. I was actually going to fulfill my deepest fantasy. I was as scared as I was excited.

I led Dean and Ro upstairs, and I could feel Dean’s eyes following my every move. My mind spiraled out of control for a minute. Do I look good in this dress? Is Dean going to like my body? How harsh would he be? Would he like the way I taste? As we neared the door I waited for Dean to enter first while I lagged behind to be reassured by Roman for a second.

“You can still stop this, baby girl. Is that what you want?” I shook my head no. “Then what is it? Tell daddy.”

I cast my eyes down to the floor, knowing he wouldn’t like my next answer, but I still needed to tell the truth. “What if he doesn’t like me?” I had tried to whisper, but as soon as I said it, Dean turned around.

“Ah, Doll. Look at me.” He took my face in his hands forcing me to look at him. “You’re a knockout baby. I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw ya, but Ro doesn’t like to share.” He kissed me passionately, snaking his arms around me and pulled me against him so I could feel his rock hard cock. I melted into his kiss. His kisses were tougher than Roman’s. There was an urgency to them, like he needed to devour me soon or he’d explode. Roman was never in a hurry. He took great pride in making me wait until I begged him to fuck me. What other surprises would this night bring?

“Take your normal place, doll.” Dean said and motioned me to come into the room. I did as directed and stood in the center of the room. “Clothed? Standing?” Dean asked Roman.

Ro shrugged. “I like undressing her.” He walked over to a table with a couple of glasses and the whiskey Roman liked. He filled them, handed one to Dean. “Have a seat,” he said, and they sat, both of them just openly leering at me. Roman knew just how uncomfortable I was the first few times he did this. He knew that having Dean here would stir up that discomfort and heighten my arousal.

They sat quietly, sipping their drinks for a few minutes before Dean downed his drink with a hearty “Ah” before he stood. “Enough of that. Mind if I....?” Dean trailed off but motioned to me.

“Yeah. If you’re ready to play, go ahead.” Roman said it so nonchalantly I was surprised. He had promised that he was ready to accept this, but I had expected a little hesitation at sharing me. Before my mind could process the thought, Dean was kissing me so roughly, so passionately it wiped the thoughts out of my head. He grabbed and pulled at me roughly, my arms, my waist, my ass. He was everywhere. Just as fast as he started, he stopped. My head was spinning trying to process everything.

“Let’s get this dress off.” Dean pulled the dress over my head, dropping it on the floor and pushing it away with his foot. He wolf whistled as he surveyed my matching bra and panties in a pale pink. “Look at you, doll.” He walked around me, drinking in the sight of me as he trailed two fingertips over my body. When he reached my bra, he trailed his fingers over my already hard nipples. I inhaled sharply as a pang of need caused my core to clench looking for relief. “You’re just perfect. Bet you’re already wet for me. His hand flattened now, sliding toward my pussy and finding my underwear soaked. “I thought so.” He kissed me again as he brushed his fingers over my clothed clit. I gasped and bucked my hips toward him. “Good girl.” He grumbled between the kisses he was trailing down to my neck. I couldn’t help but smile, and noticing a change in my body language, he glanced up at me before turning to Ro. “A praise kink huh?” He looked amused. “I can handle that.”

He slid an arm around me, pulling me close as his fingers toyed with my nipples, squeezing and pulling lightly at first then harder and harder. It hurt so bad, I squeaked out. He immediately stopped the pain but ran the tip of his fingernail over my sensitive nipple. Need roared in me again, shooting straight to my pussy. I was panting now. Dean bent to lick my nipple. Even through the fabric, his tonged was hot and wet, and I didn’t want my bra in the way of it anymore. I whined with need and pressed my thighs together tightly. “Did you want something pet?” He slid his hand into the back of my underwear, grabbing a handful of my butt cheek.

He pressed his thigh between mine. I couldn’t help rolling my hips trying to get friction where I needed it the most. “What’s the matter, baby girl?” I hadn’t noticed Roman get up, but he came up behind me, brushing my hair back and kissing my neck. Dean started kissing the other side as his hands grasped my hips, guiding my pussy across his thigh. I moaned and rolled my hips again. “Oh doll, you’re just a needy mess, aren’t you?” Dean asked and laughed when I moaned out a yes. “Let me see.” His hand slid into my underwear and between my mound and his thigh. “Ahhhh you’re all wet” he exclaimed as he started circling my clit with my fingers.

 I couldn’t help my reactions. I panted, whined, bucked my hips. They’d barely started, and I was already craving a much needed orgasm. Roman kept his lips near my neck. “Baby girl, are you ready for more?” I nodded overly excited.

It took Roman a fraction of a second to open the clasp of my bra, and Dean trailed kisses from my neck to my shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses as he slowly slid the straps off me. The bra fell to the floor and was quickly kicked out of the way. Dean turned me around before sliding his fingers inside my underwear and pulled them down to the floor too.

Roman picked me up easily, freeing the cloth from my feet and placed me back down. He knew I loved when he manhandled me, and I let out a little squeak of excitement that made him chuckle.

Dean peeled his shirt off letting it fall to the floor. “Where’s the toys?” He kicked his shoes off.

Roman motioned to the dresser. “The 3 drawers on the right.” He scooped me up and dropped me on the bed so hard I bounced.

I giggled as I sat up on my knees and held my arms up to Roman. “Again!”

“Not right now.” He started to turn away, and I quickly frowned.

“Again.” I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted at him.

He turned back to me brows raised. “Now you’re going to be a brat?” The word brat caught Dean’s attention, and he turned to watch us. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

I looked from Roman’s stern expression to Dean’s amused smirk.

Looking defiantly into Ro’s eyes, “Again.”

In a fraction of a second, Ro had flipped me on my stomach and spanked me HARD: right cheek then left. I screamed out with each searing stroke. He hadn’t spanked me this hard since he’d tested my limits when we first got together. He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head up to see him. “Do you have anything to say now?” He growled down to me.

“No daddy.” I said quietly and politely.

He released my hair. “I didn’t think so” he huffed out.

Dean approached me from the other side of the bed. He grabbed another handful of hair, causing my already sore scalp to sear in pain. “See ya later, doll” he said just before Roman slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

Dean flipped me now, without the fun bounce, and both men started to shackle me to the bed frame. “Too tight?” Dean asked as he tightened the strap on my wrist.

My inner brat now subdued, I answered “No sir.”

“That’s more like it.” Ro said. He leaned down and kissed me passionately.

I felt Dean sit on the bed next to me and stroke my hair softly. “That’s a good girl.”  He slid his hand over my body finding my breast and playing tenderly with my nipple. He leaned down, taking my tit in his mouth, his tongue licking furiously over the nipple. I moaned and tried to press my legs together for relief from the desperate need inside me, but I couldn’t with my legs shackled to the bed.

“Dean, she’s ready.” Roman’s comment wasn’t meant for me, but I wanted to know what he meant.

“Ready for what?” I moaned.

“Shhhh. Just relax baby doll.” Dean whispered to me. “Daddy Dean is gonna take care of you.”

I felt as he moved to the foot of the bed trailing his hands down my body as he went. As his hand slid over my mound, I bucked my hips and mewled out in need.

“What’s the matter baby girl?” Roman’s amused voice whispered in my ear.

My response was more of a pant than an answer. “I neeeeed….” Dean’s hands slid from my feet slowly up my legs. He peppered kisses over my thighs as he went. I couldn’t finish my sentence, a whine interrupting me.

“You need? What do you need?” Ro teased.

“Daddy!!!” I cried out as Dean’s finger slipped over my clit.

Roman shushed me while he ran his hand over my hair. “Is Daddy Dean making you feel good?” I knew he could read my body language. He knew just how horny I was getting. I needed relief. My daddy wouldn’t make me wait too long for relief, but what would Daddy Dean do?

A split second later, Dean licked a strip across my folds eliciting a moan from me. My head swam in desire. I bucked my hips up to meet him, and I heard him moan when I did, the vibrations making his licking even better. He grabbed my hips hard, holding me mid-air to get me exactly where he wanted me, and then, he devoured me. I wanted to help hold myself up, but his talented mouth was the only thing I could focus on. His mouth and Roman’s tender kisses. We fell silent, Dean focused on my pussy, Roman teasing my nipples and kissing me and cooing out praises to me.

Minutes later, an all-encompassing orgasm racked through my body. Dean slid a finger into me, easing a bit of the clenching as he brought me gently down from my orgasm. “Whoa Whoa Whoa!” Dean stopped his ministrations. “I didn’t tell you you could cum, did I?” He pulled the blindfold up so I could see him.

Shit. “I’m so sorry Daddy Dean. I couldn’t help it. You were making me feel too good.”  Roman would have been flattered and let me off the hook, but the look on Dean’s face told me he had other plans.

He turned suddenly and went back to the dresser, grabbing a couple of things from the drawers before returning and putting the blindfold back on… with one hand behind his back hiding what he picked. Suddenly, a terrible pain radiated through the skin of my chest. It was a cat -of-9 tails. Normally my favorite toy, but Daddy Roman never hit me this hard. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t. I was ready to call yellow when the next hit came. The third though was not as hard, and relief washed over me as I realized the worst was done. “You gonna cum without permission again, doll?” Dean’s menacing voice growled in my ear.

“N…no… no sir.” I stuttered out as a tear ran down my temple.

“I didn’t think so.” Dean kept his mouth close to my ear, taking the lobe in his mouth and suckling sweetly before biting down hard on it, which made me cry out in pain.

Roman grumbled. “Hey, not so hard.” He was telling Dean.

The cat of 9 hit my chest again, but much lighter than before. This was closer to what I was used to. “She’s ok. Aren’t you?” he asked me.

Ro lifted up my blindfold a bit. “You ok?” he asked.

I nodded as I swallowed. “Yes daddy. Just not used to it.” He looked worried. “I’m good daddy. Just need a few more orgasms.” I smirked up to him, which made him chuckle.

“She’s fine.” He laughed as he put the blindfold back on.

Dean grabbed a handful of my hair and lifted my face up to kiss me roughly before tapping the soft head of his cock against my lips. I opened obediently and stuck my tongue out as far as I could. “Fuck! You look so hot like that.” He said before sliding his cock slowly in my mouth. The moan that escaped his mouth comforted me. He liked how I sucked his dick. He wasn’t as long as Roman, but his girth was daunting, and I struggled a minute to adjust. As I fell into a rhythm, he released my hair, allowing me to take him as I wanted, and damn he tasted so good.

Roman kissed a trail down my body, stopping to lick and suck my nipple gently on the way. The tender touches from both of my daddies was so opposite the harsh punishment I’d just gotten that it made my head swim even more.

The lower Ro kissed, the more desperate noises I made with my mouth around Dean’s dick, and I knew the vibrations had to be pleasing him, but I couldn’t see him. I could only judge the effect I was having on him by his hands, the praises he cooed down to me and the throbbing of his dick in my mouth.

Roman’s finger slid into my pussy, moaning when he felt how wet I was. Sliding another finger in, he went straight to my g-spot. He knew it would make me cum. I knew it would make me cum too, but I had no way to stop it. I started tapping feverishly at Dean’s thigh, trying to get him to pull out of my mouth, but he didn’t stop right away. He thrust a few more times into my mouth while tears steamed out of my eyes.

Roman must have interceded because Dean finally pulled out. “What’s up doll?” he asked.

I gasped air so Roman answered. “She needs to cum.”

“Again?” There was a hint of amusement in Dean’s voice.  

Ro laughed back. “In her defense, the g-spot is the fastest way to get her to cum.” He continued to stroke inside me just the way I liked as I cried out desperately.

“Please. Daddies! Please! May I cum?”

Dean laughed at my desperation. “She’s so fuckin cute when she begs.” Ro agreed.

“Should we let her?” Ro asked.

A sudden strike to my stomach made me yip. Ah, the riding crop. Another of my favorites. Either Dean and I had similar tastes or they had discussed toys earlier. “If only you’d asked before you came last time.” He teased evilly. “No. Not yet. You’re gonna have to wait a while baby.”

Roman stilled his fingers before pulling them out very slowly. “No! No! No!” I cried desperately as my core clenched trying to find some friction, some relief.

“Yes,” he said firmly.

“Darlin’, The next time you cum is gonna be on my cock.” Dean said before kissing me and playing with my nipples. He grabbed my hand, pulling it to his hard dick. I didn’t need a command to start pumping him. I was rewarded with a long low moan from him.

Ro began peppering kisses over my legs, my thighs and my hood, but he never touched where I needed him the most. I whimpered and tried to buck my hips, but he held me firm.

The men fell silent for a second, and I wondered what was happening when a faint sound from Ro clued me into the fact that they were whispering…. Planning what they were going to do. I focused on stroking Dean, knowing he wasn’t going to let me cum until I earned it this time.

Dean removed my blindfold and both men un-shackled me. “Come over here.” He laid down beside me and pulled me on top of him. “You’re gonna ride me now.”

They didn’t give me any time to think before four hands grabbed at my waist and hips and guided me down onto Dean’s dick. Being shorter and thicker than Roman, he filled me in a way I wasn’t used to, and as he was sheathed to the hilt inside me, we both moaned in relief.

“So fucking tight!” Dean pulled me down until I was face to face with him and kissed me passionately while I began to rock back and forth. “That’s it Doll. Ride me good.” It didn’t matter what Dean said now. I was so lost in the feeling of him inside me, I could hardly think of anything else.

Once I’d found a rhythm, I sat up, reveling in the feeling of him being so deep. Roman came behind me, holding my hips to control my pace. He pulled my hair back and began kissing my neck. “How is my baby girl doing?” He purred in my ear. My moan was the only answer I could give. “Good girl.” He wrapped his arm around me and started playing with my nipple, twisting and pulling it gently. The combination of the sensations drove me over the edge. I came with a wild scream; my entire body went limp as waves of pleasure rolled through my body. Roman began cooing praises to me; telling me how good I was doing, how sexy I looked, all the things he knew I wanted to hear.  

As the lustful haze in my head faded, I noticed that Dean wasn’t making a sound, and he wasn’t moving. I looked down to see him staring at me, eyes glazed in desire. “Dean? Are you ok?”

His huge smile answered before he could. “I’m wonderful, doll. Wonderful. Just enjoying that tight pussy squeezing my cock.” He pulled me down to him and kissed me passionately before starting to move his hips again. I wanted to roll with him, but my legs were like jelly. “Just relax. I’ve got ya.” Dean grabbed my hips and began bucking inside me. He was rough and fast and my body was already sensitive. He was all I could concentrate on.

I knew Roman was still in the room, but he wasn’t near me. A few minutes later when I felt his hands massaging my ass cheeks, I knew where he’d gone. A well lubricated finger slid in my ass gently. My head snapped up at the feel. Full. So full, and I knew I was going to get fuller. Dean pulled me in for a long kiss that made my head spin. “Look at me.” Dean said, and I did.

Roman slid a second finger in after the first. This. This was what I wanted; what I craved. What I was both excited for and scared of. Dean held my gaze as Roman pulled his fingers out. “It’s time for you to cum baby girl.”

“Wha…?” Before I could finish my sentence, Dean flipped me on my back, pulled my legs over his shoulders and started pounding mercilessly into me. He was fast. He was rough. He bit and grabbed and pulled and pounded into me like a wild beast.

“You heard Ro. It’s time for you to cum.” Dean’s voice took on his dominant tone as he wrapped a hand around my neck. “Cum all over Daddy Dean’s cock.”

My ears started ringing, my eyes going dark around the edges. I exploded the second he removed his hand from my throat. Relief rolling over my body in a warm tingly wave of pleasure. Dean didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. Another orgasm started just seconds after the last. “That’s it doll.” He cooed to me.

He slowed down now. Like someone hit a switch, he went from mercilessly fucking me to making love to me. He kissed, nipped, sucked and caressed. After a few minutes, I saw him look over at Ro and nod. He grabbed my waist and rolled us until I was on top. Roman’s hands grabbed my hips. “Did Daddy Dean fuck you good, baby girl?” I nodded. “You ready for more?” I nodded again. “Ok baby, I want you to just relax. Dean and I will hold you up. All you have to do is relax.” He kissed my neck before sitting up and pressing the tip of his cock to the entrance of my ass. Dean stopped all movement, letting me adjust as Roman slowly slid in. “You’re doing great baby.”

Dean kissed me deeply as Joe slid further and further. It got so quiet in the room, all of us holding our collective breaths to see if I could handle both of them. Before I knew it, Roman said “That’s it. I’m in. Are you ok, baby girl?”

“Yes.” I said. “You can move now, Dean.”

“You sure?” he smiled up at me. I was only ½ way through a nod when he bucked into me. “Fuck! That just makes her tighter” he said to Roman who chuckled.

“Like she’s not tight enough as it is?”

Dean laughed softly, staring at me the whole time. “No kidding.”

Dean moved slowly, gently while Roman stayed still sheathed inside my ass. After a few minutes, Roman started moving too. The sensations were overwhelming, and I came again and again. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. I became a being made of pure sensation. Dean’s face turned red, spots of sweat dotting his forehead, and the groans from my Samoan daddy told me how good he felt.

Dean came with a loud roar, bucking into me so hard that Ro pulled out of me on one thrust. Roman waited a minute and then pulled me off Dean, who turned to face me. Roman left and I heard the shower turn on for a few minutes while Dean and I laid silently kissing and caressing. “You did it. You did so good for us.” He whispered as he kissed my forehead.

“I did it.” I sighed out. I could feel my eyes drooping. I needed sleep, bad.

“You’re almost done.” Roman said as he climbed into the bed behind me. He smelled clean and wet and like my daddy. “How do you want me baby?” He kissed my shoulder as he pulled me tightly against him.

“Just like this.” I could fee his hard dick pressing against my slit, and realize that like this, I might be able to find the energy to move my hips to meet his, so at least I’d be contributing something. I tried lifting my head off the pillow but couldn’t.

Ro slid into me with great care. He kissed my neck now as he started to move. I tried to help but ended up being all off rhythm. “It’s ok, baby girl. You don’t have to do anything.”

Dean returned after his shower, climbing into the bed in front of me. He smirked mischievously at me as he reached up to play with my tits. “Is your daddy making you feel good?” he teased me. I nodded at him, feeling another orgasm building.

“Can I…?” I started, and both daddies said yes at the same time.

I fell, slowly slipping into the abyss of ecstasy as both men touched me, kissed me, praised me. Roman came a couple of minutes later. I laid on Dean’s chest recovering while Roman regained his breath.

“I know you guys said this is a one time thing, but if you EVER change your minds, I’ll be happy to do this again….” Dean kissed my forehead, leaving his lips there as he said “and again and again and again.” We all laughed. 

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Marked

Author’s Note: Hey! This piece was requested, and I decided to make it a few parts. So here is the first, and this part is based on one of my favorite songs, Slow Dancing in a Parking Lot. I really like hometown, slow country ass romances lol. So this is what I am giving you! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy Reading! (My taglists and requests are open!)

Warnings: Public Sex, Fluff, Language, Dubcon, OMEGAVERSE

Pairings: Alpha!Henry Cavill x Omega!Reader

M A S T E R L I S T

“Hi.” You waved at your new neighbor. The small family of four seen you a total of seven times and still had not introduced themselves once. Where was the small-town charm you’d seen in all those movies?

The man looked to you first, tall and muscled he waved. “Good morning!”

“Morning!” You yipped, finally, some interaction. “Your family is beautiful.” Those were the only words that you could think of besides saying something about the weather.

“Thank you, how are you liking Longview?”

“Love it.” You lied. It had been two weeks, you’d left the house a total of three times and each time you got lost. “It’s beautiful here.”

The drizzle of rain started overhead, it always rained in Washington, maybe that’s why you stayed in all those days without hesitation. It was sunnier in Southern California, and there was always something to do, here it was the opposite.

“That’s wonderful,” he yelled before ducking into his blue minivan. Your neighbor waved quickly as he backed out of his driveway and onto the road.

The family next door was the only one for about five miles, besides the one across the street, and he never really made an appearance other than coming home from work. You liked to people watch, it was easy to do when there were only two houses to watch. You made your way back into the house, nursing the warm cup of coffee.

When you moved here, you were no stranger to the place. Summers had been spent here with your uncle, sometimes holidays, and upon his death, you inherited the house that gave you some of your fondest memories. Building a life here was what you were intended to do, and you didn’t really have a choice, it had all fell apart everywhere else you went. This inheritance was your one get of jail free card, and it came right on time.

Longview didn’t hold much, two grocery stores on each side of the town, one bookstore, three churches, and one bar called the Sly Tree. These things you’d remembered because they held an interest and you had planned to visit them all. Tonight it was Sly Tree.

 The yellow crop top looked good against your honey-colored skin and with the slight inch of your mid-drift showing it gave the illusion that you were a good girl who’d come to play, or at least that's what you wanted it to mean. Who knew if they took it that way, you sat at the bar. There were a few more people in the place, but none that piqued your interest. The bartender tapped your glass. “Refill?”

“I can’t.” you shook your head, there was no hope of you getting home safely with another drink in your system. “But thank you.”

“You moved into Harper’s old place?”

“Yes, he was muy uncle.”

“Good guy, he always came in here on Sunday’s spreading lies about wolves.” The bartender was friendly enough, the cute smile and wide eyes caught your attention, but he was young.

“He told me about those damn wolves.” You giggled. They were all around the property. Hence the reason you opted to not have a dog, coming home to a missing dog was not your intention.

“crazy man, good, though.” He handed you a sprite. “Drink this.”

“Thank you... what’s your name?”

“Cody.”

“Nice to meet you, Cody, is there anything fun to do around here?”

“A few towns over, maybe.” He shrugged a matter of fact and exhaled. “Hunting is pretty cool, though? You should come in one day?”

“I’m certain she doesn’t mean killing deer.” The smooth voice came from the right of you, the familiar face of your quiet neighbor actually brought some light to your life. Maybe you wouldn’t have to feel alone after all.

“Hey.”

“Hey, neighbor,” he smirked. “A beer, please.”

You’d never talked to him, only observed from afar, and there was much to observe. He was tall, strapping with broad shoulders, a body that made you think unsavory things and, unlike the family man across the yard, unattached. “So, you do know that I’m there?”

“How could I not?”

“You never speak.”

“Haven’t had the opportunity.”

“Opportunities have been available, Cavill.” You said his last name thinking of the gray mailbox it was engraved in.

“Hmmm.” He placed the bottle cap of the beer on the table and took a swig of the beer. “You like to hide in that house of yours, I didn’t want to bother you.”

“I could say the same about you.”

“I’m Henry, and if I am not mistaken, you’re Y/N.” Henry swiveled in his chair to face you. “Your uncle spoke highly of you.”

“That’s good to know.”

“So, you’re in a bar on a Wednesday at eight, cabin fever must’ve set in?”

“It did.”

His car smelled of cedar, and you loved it. You sunk back in the passenger seat and kicked your feet up on his dashboard. The small city passed by, and for once in your unsettled roused life, you felt at ease. There was only one red light but about five intersections that lead you in a circle.

“Where are you from?” Henry asked with his arm hanging out of the window, his fingers waving as the window passed through them. “Technically, I’m from Georgia, but I lived in California for almost four years.”

“So. Cal?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I didn’t.” he laughed. “But I’ve always wanted to use that abbreviation.”

“Good sentence, no one calls it that by the way.”

“Then how was it a good sentence.”

“I just didn’t want to diss you all the way.”

“Ah, the courtesy country girl, I lucked out.”

“Thank you.” You bit your lip. “You go to the gym often?”

“Never.” Henry laughed. “I run and lift trees.”

“All this comes from that?” It was impossible not to touch his arms, they looked terrific through the tight-fitting grey shirt.

“Five years of it, yes.”

“I guess I lucked out.” You whispered with a small grin on your face. “Where are we headed?”

“Right over there.” He pointed to the grocery store parking lot, and the car headed that way. You had never been parking, but you’d heard of it just not in a place this obvious.

“There are no lights in that parking lot.” You chuckled. “Choosing dim-lit places like this on purpose?”

“Definitely.” the half cocky answer was coated with sarcasm. Henry didn’t seem like that type. He parked the car and turned the music down. “Now, you tell me one of your favorite songs.”

“Does it have to be fast?”

“It’s totally up to you.”

“I’m drawing a blank here,” I said after a few seconds.

“I’ll pick one, you keep thinking.” He strolled through his phone, and then the slow music came through the speakers. henry climbed out of the truck, walked over to your side, and opened the door. “Dance?” He asked.

“I suck at it.”

“Good, I don’t have to whip out my Footloose moves.” He winked as he helped you from the truck into his hands. Sweet guys like him never seemed to come your way, not in Georgia, California, or any of the other places you’d been. He was novel.

He moved as if he actually could dance, pulling you against his chest and swaying playfully to the music. The song was lulling, complementing the atmosphere of the night.

“So, where’s your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?”

“Someone as perfect as you have to be in a longterm relationship contemplating marriage.”

He laughed, shaking his head, his eyes flickering amber in the light for a moment and then back to their normal state. Henry’s fingers intertwined in yours. “I have no one, and if I did... I am certain you’d of seen her by now.”

“Just checking.”

“What else do you want to know?”

“What can you tell me?”

“I drink every Saturday night. I get in lost in the color brown, it’s the prettiest color... Trees, dirt all beauties often overlooked, but they’re the most important ones. I sleep with the air on me. I wake up super early, walk to the river and piss every morning. I like to sing in the shower, but I suck at it. I like you.” The vomit of words was the most alluring thing you’d heard since you came here. Henry twirled you around and pulled you back to him.

“You tell every girl you take home these same lines?”

“Just one.”

“You’re smooth with your lines Henry...”

“I can still break out my footloose moves if you want?”

“No need to...” You smiled. “This is better.”

“Good. I haven’t stretched just yet.”

You shouldn’t have kissed him, your hands shouldn’t be gripping his curls, and you definitely shouldn’t be hoisting yourself upon him, but here you were doing all of it and importantly enjoying it. Your tongue lightly swiped his lips before it was met with his and a small groan. Five hours ago, you met him. You didn’t know his last name or if even shared your beliefs, but you wanted to fuck him.

“How are the public indecency charges around here?” You whispered.

“I haven’t been charged with that one yet.” He carried you to the passenger’s seat.

“There’s a first for everything.”

“I know the sheriff.” he laughed. “I think I can get us out of it.”

Everything was rushed, but it didn’t stop you from deepening the kiss and tugging on his belt buckle.

“You sure you want this?”

You press your palms into the leather seat, and he pulls your pants down to your ankles. “I haven’t been sure of anything else.” You giggle as you rock your hips against him, grinding your mound against his hardened cock. He pushed your panties aside, rubbing the head of his cock against your lips and hoisted you up.

“You’re already wet for me, sweetheart.” he pushed inside of you, throbbing and suppressing a carnal growl.

You sunk your teeth into his shoulder when he pulled you down on his cock and began to fuck you. Then his eyes met yours, and they glowed in the dim light of the parking lot, it was surreal animalistic. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since you moved in...” He fucked harder, bouncing your tits in your bra. “How I wanted to fuck you and make you mine...” he grunted.

Your head fell back in ecstasy, and he rubbed his nose down your face before his tongue licked down your chest.

“Your fucking scent.” He growled, rutting into you. “You don’t even know what you are... sweetheart.”

“What am I?” You whispered.

“Mine.” Henry’s teeth bit into your skin, and you squealed. “Omega.”

His eyes shifted again in the light, and his teeth were still in your flesh.

“Omega?”

Your uncle used to talk of omegas, again when he was drunk... You pull away from him, but he continues to fuck you. “Henry.” You moaned. “Fuck! Henry!” You feel him swell inside of you.

Henry’s bitemark was fresh on your chest as was this inflamed urge to ride him harder, your body willed as if it could not stop. “Feel it.” He commanded. “Your body knows you’re mine too.”

“Ohh, fuck!” He grew bigger, swelling as he thrust faster and then locking into you. “Don’t cu-.”

Henry’s hand clamped down over your mouth, and he shuttered, your body shuttering, joining his climax. The warmth of his cum was soothing, fucking made you want to cum again. “Get dressed.” he kissed your lips. “Now.”

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[mari-the-hedgiewolf]

Festering Desire Chapter 3 (Genshin Reader Insert)

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At the break of dawn, you were already up, despite the yawns that escaped your mouth every once in a while. The air was refreshing, soft breezes passing by as you began to pack everything up, but not having the heart to wake Aster up, you opted to carry them in your arms, making your way down the cliff, following the road until you saw a slope leading directly to Windrise.

Your POV:

I contemplated my options. Despite this road not being used as much due to how dangerous Dadaupa Gorge is, there could be a hunter or two soon coming from Springvale since the sky has turned blue and the sun was higher than before. I really don't want anyone to see me like this, so I took the path off road, slowly walking down the slope, careful not to wake up my companion. The view of Windrise's tree felt nostalgic as I neared its base, crossing the stream before setting down by the shade. Since there was no one besides us two, I took the opportunity to wash myself, getting rid of the dried blood and any other dirt that clung to my body, looking at my reflection on the water. Crimson veins glowing faintly under the sunlight, the same crimson reflecting on my former (e/c) eyes. I splashed the water, shaking my head before my mind wandered too far.

Refreshing myself, I waited for Aster to wake up, scratching lightly behind their ears. It took awhile, but they woke up and I gave them a bath, despite their protests, huffing angrily at me. "Don't look at me like that, we both needed a bath" I tried to reason, just to receive a splash across the face as they shook the water off. "Alright grumpy pants, guess I'll just have lunch by myself" in just a second, they were yipping in protest, chuckles escaping my lips at their reaction. "Let's go hunt nearby. We can catch some boars or birds to eat". It would be hard to hunt them with a sword, so I'll just make do with a bow.

We did manage to get the meat, but unfortunately, we attracted a nearby camp of hilichurls. I quickly switched to a sword and was ready to channel my Anemo powers, but hot searing pain began to course through my body, a scream escaping my lips as I hit the ground, weapon forgotten, clutching my arm tightly in an attempt to stop the pain. It hurts so much. And it just kept growing and growing until I couldn't handle it anymore, a blast of ominous energy sending the enemies away, as I tried to regain my breath. 'What . . . is going on?' was the first clear thought I had when my head stopped ringing. This change, it didn't just affect me physically. It affected my resonance with my Vision.

"The explosion happened over there! Search around the area for anything suspicious!" a sudden voice was heard coming from the direction of the city. No no no no, I can hurt people if it gets out of control, I need to leave! I looked around, finding Aster hiding behind some rocks, my heart clenching at the sight of their nervous expression. "A-Aster, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to fright you, I swear- " The voices were getting louder. We're getting out of time, so I grabbed my bag and scooped Aster up, holding them as carefully as could before fleeing the scene.

Author's POV:

A small group of knights got near Windrise a few moments later, scrambling across the grass fields when they found the place where the 'explosion' happened. It would be a normal case of elemental reaction, perhaps with Pyro, if it wasn't the strange lingering energy that painted traces of crimson on the ground. No one dared to approach, discussing amongst themselves what they should do. "Well, well, it seems we've got an interesting incident on our hands" A smooth voice like silk spoke, as the knights saluted their superior who came to investigate.

It was hard not to recognize the unmistakable dark blue hair and fluffy coat, for it was none other than the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, Kaeya himself, who gazed upon the scene with his sharp eye, smiling at the peculiar event that transpired.

(I apologize for taking so long to write this. My city reached negative temperatures and I got really sick and it took awhile until I was not sneezing my lungs and brain out. Even if it's not my best work, I hope you enjoyed chapter 3!)

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[inu-jiru]

Why Orion is the most unfairly treated dog in Ginga (both in-universe and by the fandom) and why Rigel is actually kind of a cunt when you think about it

So recent chapters of the nightmare that is Ginga Densetsu Noah have me thinking real fuckin’ hard. Rigel’s now been named Supreme Commander, and I have some serious fuckin’ problems with that considering the literal first thing he did when given the chance to do something leader-y was nearly hand over all of Ohu (right after the Monsoon battle, mind you) to the cunt who captured and nearly crippled his dad, like sure yeah Weed’s a cuntrag and deserves it but Rigel should actually give a shit about him, yet he does this shit anyway. And yeah, maybe this was a trick to go and get reinforcements later but one, I highly fuggin doubt Yip Yip was just gonna be like “Ok cool yall can leave then” when, again, look at what happened to Weed and the Nokizaru, and two, he could’ve brought that shit up with Ohu they were literally right there next to him he could’ve whispered some shit and then pretended like they were consulting it’s not like Yip Yip and the Akashit Squad are all that smart. But that’s besides the point. I bring up Rigel because people are real fuckin’ quick to act like he’s the good brother and Orion’s not worth shit, huh. Orion’s been done real dirty since GDWO and I’ll tell you why.

First of all, no one actually fucking tells Orion calmly when he’s doing something wrong, not even in the beginning of GDWO, they all just fucking screech at him about how he’s a little shit which ofc is gonna make him wanna act out out of spite, and it’s never his parents that do anything, no it’s always other adults who SAY they oughta do something but don’t do it. You could say that maybe they tried being more patient before but we don’t see that and they only ever do this with Orion and not Rigel, who also does crazy shit like that. You’d think Kyoushiro of all fucking dogs would see that Orion’s a tough guy like him and take him under his wing but I guess not because Orion is everything Weed isn’t and Jyoushiro’s quarter of a braincell can’t handle that apparently

Then there’s the fuckin ending of GDWO when Weed isn’t even subtle about how much he worships Sirius’s little baby dick for looking and acting just like him, taking him off to battle and not idk the fucking puppy who’s actually killed two guys because he’s had fighting experience but go off, and then there’s that shit Gin did like yeah punish Orion for not wanting to leave the rest of the army (when he really should not give a fuck about them because clearly they don’t value him). And double fuck you to this fake ass Ohu Army for just standing there and watching Orion get beat for doing something none of them have the balls to fucking try and do, even Izou like wtf man u were more of a dad to Orion in this whole manga why tf are you standing there man

Now Rigel started off like Orion and was a spicy boi who swore and picked on Bella but he had character development with Terumune and learned to be more chill which is cool there’s nothing wrong with that. You know what is wrong with that tho? Rigel’s weird ass behavior of acting like he and Orion weren’t them bois cutting up together in GTLW and GDN, like I know Rigel mostly just fucks off and hangs out in the background but he really acts like he doesn’t know his own brother when he opens his mouth like for example that scene where Rigel just runs the fuck off like a bitch when Orion is pouring his heart out to him

Let’s back up a bit and talk about that for a moment, Gin and Akame really set Orion to fail by being hella cryptic, whether it was Akame seeing that Orion was trying his hardest to try and answer his questions correctly and then WHISPERING SHIT TO SIRIUS LIKE UM DO YOU NOT SEE THAT ORION ALREADY HAS ANXIETY AND IS TRYING TO DO WHAT YOU WANT? and then fucking Gin with his whole “If you move, Paradise will fall and everyone’s gonna fuckin die” like gee thanks Gin why not some actually helpful shit like “Hey, make sure everyone recovers and is doing alright before we plan a new attack” no just scare the piss out of Orion so he’s constantly second guessing himself and has to jump off a cliff to calm down because talking to someone won’t fuckin’ help, so with that in mind, why the FUCK is Rigel acting like Orion’s the selfish one for wanting to go with his friends and protect them from whatever stupid bullshit Sirius and Monsoon are doing??? Rigel doesn’t even apologize or even just stops to talk things over with what should be his closest brother, but nah just bring Chibi’s worthless token good bear ass back and act like everything’s cool, great plan Mr. Supposedly Best Leader Material

I already brought up GDN and why Rigel’s stupid ass decisions make him even worse of a choice for leader than Sirius, but you know what would be a good idea? if Gin had just never fucking retired in the first place, or better yet, actually fucking give Orion the advice he needs and not be weird and act like he’s the problem when you shitasses are just standing around waiting for him to fail

This rant got a little rambly and I apologize but if you managed to get through to the end then that’s hot that’s hot

So uh yeah that’s a load of my chest see ya

[missturtleduck]

The Girls of Ba Sing Se - (Sokka x f!Reader) Pt.5

Part Four│Part Six

“You look familiar.”

TW: Slight mentions of blood

“Ma, we haven’t had any letters this month.”

The wearied woman sat at the windowsill, staring out at the walls of Ba Sing Se. Blank eyes couldn’t see the child tugging at her sleeve, but that child had his smile – his laugh. Yes, she had the beautiful brown eyes of her earthbending mother, but there was so much of him in her that made her ache.

“Ma,” The child begged, sat on the floor with her cheek pressed against her mother’s leg. “When will dad come home?”

She didn’t know a mother could lie until that day. “Soon, my little lotus.”

Appa was grounded. The group had divided quite quickly. Y/N was extremely stressed. She could forget that in all their abilities as benders, Toph, Katara, and even Aang were still young, the gap between them and her widening when considering maturity. It was no surprise then when Toph stormed off, raging and directionless. It didn’t matter that she ended up being right – Appa’s shedding giving their position away at every rest stop – because she was hurt.

They needed to devise a plan, and fast.

Firstly, Appa; his accidental betrayal of the group would need to be fixed. Guiding the bison to the nearby Nan Shan River, those who could waterbend got started on washing him clean of the clumps of fur overdue to come off. Despite the exhaustion, the creature seemed to enjoy the process, far more than Sokka and Y/N were. Brushing the excess fur off of him, ensuring it be swept downstream came with its own occupational hazards, notably no protection from the splashing water that drenched them. Y/N hated water. Y/N hated water more when it meant her clothes were stuck tight to her skin.

Sokka turned red very fast, likely due to the shock of the cold water, Y/N guessed.

As the boy removed his shirt to ring it out – Y/N pointedly not looking in his direction – she stood in front of Aang, ready for a quick blow-dry. There was no way she’d be removing any articles of clothing.

“Here, Aang,” Y/N said, kicking a pile of fur towards him as she attempted to flatten her hair. “Make a fake trail with this.”

The Avatar seemed all too keen to get the Fire Nation off of their tails. Spreading a false trail down the river, the others climbed onto Appa, and headed into the other direction. Everything was going smoothly until an almighty crunch startled them; Appa had broken some of the tree branches in his fatigue. Though Sokka and Katara didn’t seem to bothered (they had left a more obvious trail after all), Y/N couldn’t help but worry. Azula was far too smart for her own good.

Their next priority was Toph. Although her blindness wasn’t as big as a handicap as her parents would say in their micro-aggressions, it couldn’t have been too helpful in a new environment, let alone when those looking for her didn’t have their feet on the ground.

The hissing of mongoose lizards caught their attention. They had caught up. Appa was too tired.

“Appa, yip yip!” Sokka tried, patting the bison on the side.

“No,” Y/N said, readying her staff. “He’s too tired. Let him land.”

As if on cue, the sky bison groaned, landing rough on the bank of the river. Only two of the girls had pursued them, meaning Azula had noticed the treeline. She was going after Aang.

“You couldn’t have landed on the other side of the river, could you?” Sokka exclaimed, panic creeping into his voice in the form of a voice crack.

With no time for laughter, Y/N shook her head. “It wouldn’t have mattered. They can run over small bodies of water.”

Katara stared at her for a moment before taking a fighting stance. The girls finally approached the bank, hopping off of their mounts and immediately into battle. On paper, it was a three versus two fight, easy to win, but Y/N considered the advantages they held – and the disadvantages. Diverting the dark-haired girl’s attention away from Katara, she noticed how her friend was becoming sluggish in her movement, her bending not as sharp. But she had to be sharp; this girl was quick on her feet, and with her knives.

Somehow, Sokka had already been incapacitated. Much like a snake, he was laid useless on the ground, his limbs seemingly useless as he shuffled to cover. If Y/N could just protect Katara, then they may have a chance of winning.

“You look familiar.”

It was the pink girl. Her wide lemur eyes glazed with pep and curiosity at her opponent – at Y/N. Staying silent, she relented, charging with her staff. Her manoeuvres were impressive as she utilised her entire body to avoid defeat, but Y/N knew better. With range on her side, she attacked swiftly, forcing the girl to either stand her ground, or risk exhaustion. She wanted her to know how exhaustion felt, she realised bitterly.

“Y/N!” Sokka shouted, bringing her eyes off of the girl for a fraction of a second – a fraction too long.

A blade flew by her face, grazing her cheek. Distracted, she was vulnerable. Her opponent struck faster than a serpent, grinning as she watched her right arm fall limp. Raising her second, it was all for nothing as a second blade nicked the back of her knuckles, her staff falling from it. She was weaponless. 

There was only one thing left in her roster.

She looked at Sokka, and at Katara, sat under a tree, bound by their enemies. She saw the hatred in their eyes as they watched the two girls, the two Fire Nation girls.

Y/N couldn’t.

Raising her working fist, the fight was over as quickly as it began. There was not much she could do protecting one side of her body and battling two people at once. Leg swiped from under her, Y/N was dragged across the grass to join her defeated friends.

The girl with the darkest hair sighed, her voice rasping and bored. “I thought when Ty Lee and I finally caught you guys, it would be more fun.”

Before anyone could bite back, Appa had beaten them to it. Y/N hadn’t even noticed the mongoose lizards spitting and cowering across the river, and she wondered what the bison had done to them. As she did, Appa beat his tail on the ground, creating a gust of wind so strong it sent Ty Lee and the other girl flying through the air and into the river. Karma was sweet as they would have to experience the biting cold of the water just as Y/N had.

“Katara, any chance you can fix our limbs?”

Bending water from the river, she smiled just a little, already attempting to work on them. “We’ll see.”

“Do me first,” Y/N said, much to Sokka’s – very loud – chagrin. “I’ll steal one of their mongoose lizards and get the supplies back that we dropped.”

“What about Toph? And Aang?” Katara frowned, the water easing the numbness.

“No point rescuing them if we have nothing to eat afterwards.”

Katara nodded eventually, mulling it over in her mind for a few moments. As she did, Y/N felt a cloth dab her cheek. Sokka, with some feeling back in his arm, was carefully wiping the little blood from the cut administered to her cheek. He stuck his tongue out as he concentrated, Y/N’s lips quirking into a smile. When he was done, he turned red, realising that she had watched him the whole time.

“The blood was bothering me,” He scoffed, looking as macho as he could with floppy limbs. “I got rid of it. You’re welcome.”

Rising to her feet, Y/N patted Sokka on the head affectionately. “Sure, honey.”

With that, she walked to the shore of the river bank, Momo sat on her shoulders; she would need his keen ears to meet up with them once she had collected their supplies. Two fingers to her mouth, Y/N whistled, high pitched and sequenced. To the shock of the Water Tribe siblings and the Fire Nation girls, the mongoose lizards approached, seemingly obedient. She considered for a moment, wondering how cruel it would be to leave the girls without a mount. Her thoughts were interrupted by one of the beasts nudging her hand.

Yes, that one.

Rubbing her palm across it scaly head, Y/N climbed onto its back, taking the reins. They were much faster than Appa at top speed, she realised as Momo screeched, taking refuge under her jacket. The environment became a blur of brown and green as the forest merged into an ocean. Steady, the pace of the beast became easy to focus on as Y/N considered the possibilities.

Ty Lee had recognised her. That was an issue. Although she had never met the girl, it was enough that she could even summon up a likely image of her. The other girl either didn’t recognise her, or was too miserable to be bothered to speak up about it. Moreover, Ozai had sent his daughter out to catch the Avatar, so either Prince Zuko was dead or just dead to his father. It was painful to think that either possibility was equally as likely.

Back in the initial clearing, free of any tank trains, Y/N dismounted the mongoose lizard and began collecting their items in a cloth sack. Momo helped in his own way, picking up individual berries that had fallen out of a basket, and keeping them in his mouth for later. It took longer than she anticipated to pack up, but nevertheless she was back on the road.

With the mongoose lizard’s keen nose, Momo’s sensitive ears, and Y/N’s vague knowledge of the area, she diverted away from the river and into drier terrain. It seemed Appa had still shed a little bit of fur, though not enough for the common hunter to recognise. The sun was setting below the horizon at this point, but that made it easier. In the far distance, Y/N caught sight of flame – a campfire. Urging her steed on, she grew happier as she recognised the low voices of her friends. Clambering up the rock face, the lizard hopped down into the camp, causing a couple of surprised yelps and some hasty fighting stances.

“I brought dinner!”

No one seemed as chipper about it than she expected. Shrugging, Y/N slid off the side of the lizard, removing its tack and all of their supplies. She anticipated the animal bolting as soon as it was freed, but it merely curled up to sleep around her body. With nothing else to do, she stoked the flames, beginning to prepare root vegetables she had found foraging.

“What’s up with everyone tonight?” Y/N hummed, feeding the vegetable peels to Momo and Appa in turns. “I must have missed something tremendous.”

“We got into a fight, that’s all,” Sokka said, cleaning his boomerang so quietly it was as if somebody died.

“If you insist.”

Her friends looked amongst herself, bar Toph who seemed oddly still, before continuing with their chores. It must have been some fight, Y/N realised, and didn’t push for details. What she did do was serve a delicious, hearty stew to warm them up, as well as some good conversation. If she couldn’t have been there to fight, she could at least cheer them up now.

TAGLIST: @lunariasilver​ @maragreene​

[johannstutt413]

(requested by mathmaticalknight; continuing from this)

“Hey, Liz, you have a bench free next to you?” Hoshiguma came out of the locker room ready for a solid afternoon’s work. “Need to get in my reps for the day.”

“There’s one right here.” Liskarm slid her gym bag off the bench next to her.

The Oni flashed her a thumbs-up as she walked over and started setting up. “How’ve you been? I haven’t seen much of you since the last push against Reunion.”

“I think we went on a Contract together, but there’s never much time to talk on those.” The Vouivre moved the weights from her bar on the bench to a barbell. “All things considered, busy, but doing well. Had enough going on a little while back to worry Frankie, but we worked it out.”

“Her? Worried? Now that’s impressive.” Everything ready, she laid down on the bench but waited to start.

Her cue came when Liz unracked her bar and lifted it behind her head for squats. “Not really; she’s good at hiding it, but she’s easy to spook. This was different, though.”

“Really?” The Oni paced herself at 3 reps per 1 squat. “Ch’en’s the same way - never stops fretting over the small stuff, even for a minute. Different how?”

“She stopped pranking me.”

Hoshi cracked up hard enough that she had to set the bar back in resting position. “And that’s a bad thing?”

“Terrible.” Liskarm sighed. “I was so swamped with work, I didn’t see Frankie for almost a month, and after a couple weeks like that, she just stopped messing with me. All she was trying to do was get my attention, but I honestly thought she’d gotten hurt.”

“Oh. You know, that makes sense; there were a couple times I didn’t go to get Ch’en from work, and you’d think I locked her in her office for a week.” By this point she’d sobered up enough to get back to bench pressing, picking up the pace to catch up to her target.

The Vouivre nodded. “It’s a routine thing for her, probably, but Frankie just missed me that much. The extra off-time I got after all that was enough to smooth things over; I don’t even want to think about what might’ve happened if we hadn’t had that.”

“Honestly, it might’ve taken a bit, but things would’ve worked out, I’m sure.” A series of images flashed through Hoshiguma’s mind. “Hell, Ch’en and I’ve gone through much worse...”

“Right...Chernobog?”

She grunted. “Yeah, Chernobog. She cut the corner off my Hanya as she ran off to go fight her sister, and she made it veeeery clear I wasn’t supposed to go after her. Like hell I’d let her off that easy. Catching up was a bitch, though.”

“I’ve always thought she’d be good at track.” Brief silence. “You know, because she has great Lungs?”

“You fuckin’...” Hoshi rested her bar again as she burst out laughing.

Liz returned hers to the rack to join in, albeit less raucously. “How often am I going to get a chance to make that joke, you know?”

“It just came out of nowhere.” The Oni sat up, wiping a tear from her eye. “Man, that fox of yours is starting to rub off on you.”

“Starting to?...Oh, wait, you meant...Right.” She blushed, realizing she’d just outed herself.

More laughter. “Get your head out of the gutter! And Ch’en calls me a horndog sometimes.”

“To be fair, I do have more horns than you.” Liskarm watched as that set her training partner off again. “You’re in a real giddy mood today.”

“It’s just been awhile, and you’re on your A-game today. It’s a real shock, you know?”

It took less than a second to register what she’d done, and that finally cracked Liz, too. “Hoisted by my own petard.”

“Hah!” She continued dissolving into guffaws. “Oh, man, if Franka was here, I’m sure she’d be proud.”

“She’s not wrong,” the Vulpo admitted to Ch’en from over near the treadmills.

The Lung shook her head. “I’m still processing that whole series of jokes. And I don’t call her a horndog that often.”

“Really?” Franka smirked. “Because it’d be the pot calling the kettle black?”

“...I don’t have to reply to that.”

She chuckled. “Not after that, you don’t. Who would’ve thought Miss Lungmen herself was so thirsty~”

“It’s not being thirsty! She’s my wife, after all.” Ch’en glanced at the ring on her finger. “Besides, with all the paperwork I have to do, sometimes I need a little distraction...”

“TMI! T! M! I!”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, but you have no problem asking me for tips about what to do with Liz’s tail?”

“That’s different! It’s just so...nevermind, you’re not in the mood.” The Vulpo slowed her run to a standstill and stepped off the machine, wiping her face with a towel. “I’m gonna go do my cooldown now. You still have another mile to go, I’m guessing?”

“No, I’ll go with you. Hearing them talk is keeping me off my rhythm.”

Franka let out a yip. “So you are in the mood for tail talk, then?”

“Look that’s not-” She stopped herself. “You know what, actually, I kind of am. This stays between the two of us, though, you hear me? I don’t want to know what would happen if Hoshi heard this...That’d be far too much power.”

“You might wanna make sure you’ve stopped drooling before we-” That got a towel thrown at her.

Back at the ‘bars, as Hoshi and Liz were cleaning up, the Vouivre sighed, lost in thought. “You know what I really love about her, Hoshi?”

“Oh, we’re already onto the bragging, then?” The Oni chuckled. “Didn’t realize we were heading to the locker room so soon.”

“I heard her yip, so I’m pretty sure she’s done for the day, and I promised her we’d- Why am I explaining, you don’t care about that. Anyway, for all her mischief and teasing, she knows when to stop. Not that she always did, admittedly, but nowadays she has it down to a science.”

Hoshiguma raised an eyebrow. “Really? I’d never call her an icon of self-control...Now my Ch’en on the other hand-”

“You call her something else, too, don’t you?” That stopped her dead in her tracks. “I know the other day, you didn’t call her Ch’en, but I can’t remember what you said.”

“I...If I did, it was on accident.” She realized where this was headed.

Liskarm audibly crackled. “Come on, Hoshi, it can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it is...You can’t tell Ch’en I told you this, okay?” Hoshi breathed in, out, readying herself for the laughter onslaught. “My Lil’ Wiggles.”

“...I will never tell another soul. This goes with me to the grave.”

The Oni blinked. “You don’t have to take it that seriously.”

“Oh, I do.“ The Vouivre shuddered. “Because Franka will call me that if I ever mention it.”

[atlafan]

My Everything - Part Two

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

a/n: not proofread fam, I didn’t have the strength. 

Masterpost

It took Harry nearly an hour to get you to calm down after you said goodbye to your grandmother at the airport. You cried the entire car ride home, and you cried for a while at home. He chalked some of it up to your hormones, but he also knew it was just hard for you to say goodbye to her.

“It really was a nice visit. I’m glad she got to stay with us.” You say to him as you lay on top of him on the sofa.

“Me too, she’s a hoot.” He rubs your back up and down. He was happy you weren’t crying anymore. “She’ll be back soon enough. She wants to go dress shoppin’ with yeh remember?”

“I know, but I don’t want her spending the money coming up for every little thing. Like if she comes up for that, she probably won’t come for the bridal shower…” You sigh.

“You both will just have to decide what’s most important.”

“I’ll definitely need her for the dress shopping. It’ll be bad enough with my mom and sisters judging every little thing I might like. Rachel’s the best at picking things out. I’d rather just go with the girls and Nannie.”

“So you should do that. Listen, this is supposed to be fun for us. Don’t worry about other people, do things the way you want to do them.”

“I suppose with Erica doing it all before me, there are things my mom can get out of her system. We’re going dress shopping with her next month. I feel like I’m about to get really busy. El said she wants her bridal party to pick out their dresses soon. And I have class…”

“Take a deep breath. You’ll get overwhelmed if you think about too much at once.”

“You’re right, sorry.”

“S’okay, I know it can be easy to get stressed out. At least we have the whole day off together today. What do you feel like doin’?”

“I’d like to have sex, but my period is really bad…”

“We could-“

“Harry, I don’t think a shower could even help right now.” You groan. “I could suck you off.”

“It’s only fun if I get to reciprocate.”

“Not true.” You scooch down his body. “Now I kinda really want it anyways.”

“Oh you do?”

“Mhm.”

You get between his legs and unzip his shorts. You kiss on his lower stomach as you palm him through his boxers. He runs a hand through your hair, as you continue. You tug everything down just enough to get his hard dick out. You spit into your right hand to stroke him for a bit, running your thumb across his tip. Harry’s breath hitches and his head rolls back. You continue to pump him while your lips wrap around his tip.

“Ugh, fuck me.” He groans, and you can’t help but smirk when you look up at him. “Wipe that look off your face, now.”

Your mouth falls open and he pushes your head down further on him. You take the hint and swirl your tongue around him. His hips thrust up and you feel him hit the back of your throat. You choke on him for a moment and you feel tears prick at your eyes. But you work through it, and swallow.

“Shit, ngh.”

You loved hearing home moan like this, it only made you want to work harder for him. You bob your head up and down, really making a mess of it. You look back up at him, trying to give him innocent eyes as you spit trailed down your chin.

“Y/N.” He breathes as he looks at you.

You pop off him just for a moment to pump him. Your other hand rests on his hip and you give it a squeeze. Your mouth goes back down on him, and you both groan.

“That’s it, baby, that’s so good, fuck.”

You cradle his balls as you suck on him, and he comes into your mouth. You continue to suck until you’ve gotten every last drop into your mouth. You sit up and wipe the corners of your mouth and tuck him back into his pants. He watches as you get up to go to the kitchen. He knew you were going to rinse your mouth out like you always did. You come back to him, and lay in your spot on top of him like you were.

“You’re so fuckin’ good at that, thank you.” He kisses your forehead and you practically purr in his arms. There was nothing like a forehead kiss.

“My pleasure, babe.”

“Wanna go out to dinner tonight? You and I haven’t been able to celebrate just the two of us yet.”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot actually. Can we get Italian?”

“We can get whatever you want, my angel.” You nuzzle further into his chest and enjoy the smell of his cologne.

//

After falling asleep on top of him, you wake up to the feeling of being carried to your bedroom.

“Harry?” You mumble.

“Sorry, I needed a wee, and so I thought I’d just set you down in here.”

“That’s okay.” You yawn as he puts you down on the bed. “Probably shouldn’t sleep the day away.”

He uses the toilet and comes back to sit next to you.

“But being lazy once in a while is nice, isn’t it? I feel like we had this crazy busy summer, it’s nice to just relax.”

“How do you see things at the studio now that all the kids are back in school?”

“Everyone and their brother wants a fall photoshoot. The leaves are going to peak soon, so everyone wants these like harvest style pictures. Plus, we’re already starting on holiday photos. Mariah suggested doing Santa Sessions, so we’re gonna get those booked out soon.”

“Are you going to have Santa there?”

“No, it’s more like decorations, the backdrop would look like his workshop, stuff like that. I don’t know, it’s her project.” He shrugs. “Either way, we’re stayin’ busy, and that’s the most important thing.” You nod.

“I think I’m gonna take a shower before we go out later. I need to wake up.”

“How come you’re so tired, baby?” He rubs your back.

“Think it’s just my period, makes me exhausted sometimes.”

“I’m gonna take Buster out for a walk then.”

“Alright.”

You get into the shower and stand there for a few minutes. You shave your legs and anywhere else you feel like you need to, and get out. You blow dry your hair and throw some curls in. You walk out into the living room in your towel, with your underwear on of course. Harry wasn’t back yet, and it was raining outside.

You grab your phone and call him. He doesn’t answer.

“What the…”

You race back to the bedroom and throw some sweats on. You slip on your sneakers and grab an umbrella and out the door you go. You’re not sure where to go at first, but you walk the usual route you and Harry always take Buster. It was absolutely pouring. You were starting to get nervous. You squint as you see a figure walking towards you.

“Harry!” You gasp and run down the street to cover him with the umbrella, not that it mattered now. His eyes were puffy and red and his head was hanging. “Wh…where’s Buster?”

“I don’t know.” You both turn to walk towards the parking garage. “He heard some thunder and slipped away from me. I ran after him and called for him, but…he just got away from me.”

“Oh no! Well, we have to find him!”

“I know!”

“Don’t yell at me!”

“I’m not!”

You both get into his car, and start driving around.

“Jesus, it’s gonna get dark soon. My poor baby.” You start tearing up.

“He never runs away. The one time I have a slightly loose grip on the leash-“

“You can’t blame yourself, it was an accident. We just need to find him before it gets dark. I’m going to text Niall to see if he’ll wait outside our building. Maybe he’ll come back.”

“Good idea.”

“Harry, drive towards the park near the studio, it’s not that far from here and he’s used to going there.”

“Okay.”

Your entire body was shaking. You didn’t know what you would do if your little boy was lost forever.

“Y/N! There by that tree! Think that’s him?!”

“It could be! Let me get out.”

You basically jump out of the moving car and run towards the large tree in the park.

“Buster!”

He looks up at you, but doesn’t come towards you. He’s whimpering where he sits, frightened by the cold and the thunder.

“Baby, it’s me! It’s mumma! Don’t be scared.” You slowly approach him and stick your hand out. Harry runs toward you both after parking the car. “See, it’s daddy too! Nothing to be scared of.”

“I think his leg is hurt…”

“Oh my god, I think you’re right!”

Harry approaches him and picks him. He’s soaked, but right now it didn’t matter.

“Babe, sit in the back with him, I have a blanket in the trunk we can wrap around him.”

“Okay.”

Harry gets him in the car while you grab the blanket. You wrap it around him and try to comfort him.

“I’m gonna drive to the vet.” You hum your response as you continue to try to calm Buster down.

“Do you think a car hit him?”

“I have no idea…maybe he slipped? Can a dog roll its ankle?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

Harry gets you all to the vet, and carries Buster inside. You check him in and they’re able to take him right away due to the emergency. You’re told to wait in the waiting room. Harry keeps pacing back and forth, his nerves were shot.

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles?” A nurse comes out. You think to correct her, but now isn’t the time.

“Yes?” You say standing up. Harry also notices you don’t correct her, and for a second he feels a little better.

“Come on back with me.” She smiles.

You take Harry’s hand and follow her to where Buster was. You hear him yip, it was like he was good as new.

“We had to put a brace on his back left leg. He has a slight sprain. We’re not entirely sure how. It didn’t look like he was hit by anything, he could have slipped and fell the wrong way. We gave him a shot to numb the pain as well.”

“Oh, thank you.” You throw your arms around him and he licks your cheek. “Mumma was so scared.” You kiss him a ton. Harry pats his back and gives him kisses too. “Don’t you ever run away from your daddy again, do you under stand me?”

“Miss…he’s a dog…not a small child.” She says with a blank expression. You turn to look at her slowly. Before you can say anything, Harry does.

“Listen, I’m sure you have to deal with stupid people all day, but this dog is our child at the moment, so if my fiancé wants to give him a stern talkin’ to for running away from me, then she will, and you can just keep your mouth shut, yeah?”

“Right.” She coughs nervously. “So, here’s his prescription, and some details on how to help his leg. You can check out up front, we’ll want to see him for a follow up.”

Harry takes the papers from her, and sets him down on the floor. He has a slight limp, but he’s able to walk. You practically white knuckle his leash as you lead him back to the lobby. They give you the medicine Buster will need, and out the door you go. You sit in the back with him again.

“Thanks for the backup in there.”

“Don’t mention it, I wouldn’t let some stranger disrespect you like that. I don’t care how silly she thought it was. He was bad runnin’ from me, even if he was scared, and he should know it.”

“We should stay in with him tonight, we have plenty of leftovers we can have for dinner.”

“I was thinkin’ the same thing. We need to get his leg on a pillow.”

You had texted Niall earlier to let him know Buster was found and safe. Harry gets Buster up to the apartment. You drag his dog bed over near the sofa and put some extra pillows in there.

“I need to go change, my clothes are still soaked.”

You nod at him as he walks down the hall. If the situation wasn’t so serious you might have joked about how sexy he looked, but maybe you were save that for some pillow talk later. He comes back out a few minutes later and looks at you.

“Do you even feel like eating?” He asks.

“No, I’m sick to my stomach.”

“Me too.”

You both sit on the sofa and sigh.

“I’m very upset with him.” You say. “But I’m glad we found him before it got dark out.”

“I just feel so stupid for letiin’ him get away in the first place.”

“Harry, it’s not your fault. Accidents happen. He knows not to run away, we trained him right.”

“It was like everything happened in slow motion too. As soon as I heard the thunder we looked at each other and I knew he was gonna do somethin’.” Buster looks up at Harry. “Yeah, I’m talkin’ about you, bub.” Harry leans down and pats his head.

“I’m gonna go make us a little food.”

“Thought you were sick to your stomach.” He smirks.

“I’ve calmed down a bit. He’s here with us now, that’s all that matters.”

“Alright, well in that case, I’d love some kugel please.”

“You got it.” You stand up and kiss his forehead.

You go into the kitchen and make up a couple of plates. Harry thanks you when you come back out.

“Do you feel like watching a movie?” You ask him.

“Sure! What did you have in mind?”

“You should pick, we always watch what I wanna watch.”

Harry smiles and flips through the different options of movies on the various platforms you both paid for.

“Oh! How about When Harry Met Sally?”

“Yeah! You know I’ve never seen it, but I’ve always wanted to.” Harry’s jaw drops. “What?”

“The Film Studies minor slash Film Club president has never seen When Harry Met Sally?”

“Romantic Comedies isn’t exactly a genre you study extensively, although, I know this film set a precedent.”

“I wish more were like it, to be honest. So do you feel like watchin’ it?”

“Definitely, now’s a good a time as any.”

“This is one of my all-time favorites, Y/N, I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will. I love Billy Crystal.”

He starts the movie as you both continue to eat. When you’re both done he sets the plates on the side table, and puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close to him. Both of you put your feet up on the ottoman.

“It’s like we’re on a little date, isn’t it?” He asks you.

“Mhm.” You smile and snuggle in closer.

“Now that my weekends are freeing up, I wanna make more time for dates. I wanna take you to the movies, and go out for drinks.”

“So you essentially want to establish a date night?”

“That sounds so…boring when you say it like that, but yeah. We both always have so much going on, I just want to make sure we make time for this.”

“Me too, Harry. We can definitely have a date night.” You squint at the TV. “Wait, so what’s happening, why are they driving together?”

“So, they both just graduated from college, and he’s dating Sally’s friend. They both needed to go to New York, so she told Harry to drive with Sally.”

“Ah, okay. And that’s how they met.”

“They meet multiple times, they keep findin’ each other over the years.”

“Aww, that’s so cute!”

You both enjoy the rest of the movie. You tear up a bit when they fight and then hug it out. You can’t help but laugh a little towards the end when Sally tells Harry how much she hates him, and then they kiss. It reminded you a little of 10 Things I Hate About You.

“What did you think?” Harry asks yawning as the credits roll.

“I really liked it! I can see where a lot of other films took things from. It had a really good pace too, like I never felt bored.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that.” He says with relief. “I feel like I kept watchin’ you to see your reactions.”

“I know you were.” You both laugh. “Do you think we should let him sleep with us tonight? If he whines in the middle of the night for his medicine I wanna be able to hear him.”

“Good idea, yeah, he can come in with us.”

Harry picks Buster up and carried him to your room. You do your nightly routine and get into bed. Buster lays at the both of your feet and falls asleep quickly. He must be exhausted from the entire ordeal. You knew you and Harry both were.

“Who’s he goin’ to work with tomorrow?” He asks he climbs into bed with you. “I’d take him, but somethin’ tells me he’s gonna want his mum.”

“I was thinking the same thing. I don’t have many meetings, so he’ll be fine with me.”

You both kiss goodnight, and snuggle up to fall asleep.

//

Buster was able to walk, but not for long period of time, so Harry makes sure to help get him into your car. You didn’t carpool on Tuesdays because you saw Dr. Mara right after work. Once you get Buster up to your office, you give him some medicine.

“Mornin’, here’s your…aww poor thing, look at him.” He hands you your coffee.

“I know, he scared us so bad. I’m just glad we found him and he’s safe. It’s only a sprain, so if we do everything right he should be back to normal in a few weeks.”

“Well that’s good at least. Why’d he run from Harry again?”

“The thunder from the storm yesterday scared him. I think it was too loud for him.” Niall nods.

“So, I’ve just been told we have a meeting this morning, like now, in the conference room.”

“Are you serious?” You groan. “I haven’t even gotten settled.”

“I think it’s quick, Sharon said we don’t even need our laptops.”

“Okay.” You sigh. “C’mon, Buster.”

He gets up slowly and follows you and Niall down to the conference room.

“Congratulations!”

“Oh my gosh!”

Everyone from your division was there smiling at you, and there were bagels and doughnuts out on the table.

“What is all this?”

“Niall told us all yesterday that you got engaged so we wanted to celebrate with you!” Trish says.

“This is so sweet! Thank you all so much.” You look at Niall. “You’re too good to me, thank you.” You both hug.

“And I got that lox you like too.” He points to it.

“What a treat! I’m glad I had a really light breakfast this morning.”

Niall splits a bagel with you, and put some lox and cream cheese on it. You show everyone your ring, tell them how Harry proposed and showed off a few pictures. They each give Buster a little loving as well, and he soaked it up.

Eventually you go to your office, after thanking everyone for the millionth time, and get some work done. You had a ton of emails to catch up on, and a couple of projects that needed to get started. You weren’t even hungry when lunch rolled around, so you just hung out with Buster in Niall’s office.

“Our new intern starts tomorrow.” He tells you.

“Oh? And what’s their specialty?”

“Once again, we have a social media/video editor. His name is Zach, and he’s a senior. He actually goes to where you went.”

“Oh, really? Well that’ll be fun. Maybe I could be like a mentor or something.” You shrug.

“We having a meeting with him tomorrow morning. I guess we have him all day on Mondays and Wednesdays.”

“Didn’t the school year already start? Why is he just coming to us now?”

“That was on our end, HR took forever to get everything processed.”

“Awesome.” You scoff. “Well, at least he’ll actually be able to get work done being here for full days.”

“Yeah, definitely. Hopefully this one won’t have a crush on you.” He laughs.

“Stop it.” You groan. “I never want to think about Matt ever again. You know I ran into him months ago at the bar? It was when we went out for Sarah’s birthday.”

“Oh you mean the night none of you wore bras and you got that bartender’s number?”

“Yup.” You sigh. “And it wasn’t like I asked for the guy’s number.”

“I know, I’m just givin’ yeh a tough time.” He chuckles.

//

You period ended Wednesday morning, which meant you could finally surprise Harry with something he had wanted for a long time, but you had to wait the entire work day to give it to him. Around 9AM you had your meeting with Niall and Zach. Buster was being very needy with you, and at on the floor between your legs with his head in your lap.

“He really is just like his father, huh?”

“Niall!” You burst out laughing and nudge his arm. “You can’t say stuff like that. What if the intern was here?”

“He’s not here yet.” He laughs.

“Buster’s just not liking the medicine he has to take. I feel so bad, he only wants me. I think Harry feels like a bad father.”

“Don’t all kids want their mum when they don’t feel well?”

“Hi, I’m so sorry I’m late, it took me forever to find parking, and then I had to get all the way up here.”

A young man with short black hair and blue eyes walks in. He looked to be just under six feet. He was wearing a blue button up tucked into some khakis. He looked nice enough. Niall stands up to shake his hand, you do the same. He’s startled when he hears Buster yip.

“S’no problem, Zach. Please have a seat.” Niall says to him.

“Is there a dog in here?” He sits down adjacent to you.

“Yeah, sorry, this is Buster. I bring him to work with me most days, I hope that’s alright.”

“Oh, sure! I love dogs, just didn’t see him.”

“Well, I’m Niall and this is Y/N. We’ll be supervising you this semester. This is basically an intake meeting. We wanna make sure we’re putting you on projects that make sense, and all that.”

“You also go to my alma mater.” You smile.

“Seriously? That’s great! And yeah, I brought my laptop with me, I thought I could show you some of the things I’ve done, if that’s cool.”

“That would be great!” Niall says.

//

After an hour with Zach, you and Niall show him where he’ll be working, and Niall gets him started on a few things. You liked him so far. He seemed smart and down to business, which is exactly what you were hoping for. Towards the end of the day he knocks on the outside of your door.

“Come on in, Zach.” You smile and he walks in. “Have a seat.” He does so and smiles at you.

“Um, so, I just wanted to say your name sounded a little familiar, and I realized that you founded the very film club that I’m in.”

“Oh my goodness, really?! I’m so happy to hear it still has members.”

“Tons! I also work in our alumni office on campus, and I think it would be really cool if you came to campus and spoke with the current members. Sort of show them that being in a fun club can also help lead to bigger opportunities. We could do an alumni spotlight on you for the magazine.”

“Do you really think that I’m worthy of the alumni magazine?” You scoff. “I get sent that thing in the mail all the time, and it’s always these stories about old people.

“Or random dudes. I think they should feature more women. The director of alumni relations would love this, I think. He’s really nice. Could I at least give him your email?”

“Sure.” You smile. “At any rate, I’d love to come to a film club meeting some time. I could show you all the projects we used to make together.”

“That would be amazing!” He beams. “I can’t wait to tell them. We meet on Thursday nights. This week would be too soon, I assume, but maybe next week you could come?”

“I’d love to.”

He gets up and thanks you for your time before leaving. He was a sweet boy.

//

You got home before Harry on Wednesdays, which was perfect for what you wanted to put together for him. You get Buster fed and settled before heading into your bedroom. You put on some black lace lingerie and then grab your navy pencil skirt to put on over it. After that you put on the blazer that goes with it, and button it up. You slide your feet into your nude pumps. You go into the bathroom and pin your hair up into a more formal bun. All you’d have to do is take one pin out and it would fall into your waves. You touch up your makeup, and make your way up to the loft.

Harry gets home and kicks his shoes off. Buster carefully trots over to him and Harry lets him lick his hand.

“Hey buddy, where’s mumma?”

“Harry, is that you?”

He looks up towards the loft.

“Yeah!”

“Could come here for a minute please?”

“Sure thing, one second!” He uses the bathroom quick and then heads up to the loft. His eyes grow wide when he sees you. “Did you have, like, an important meeting today or somethin’?”

“I always do.”

“Wait, you weren’t wearin’ that before you left this mornin’…”

“I always dress like this, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” You wink at him and his eyebrows raise. His lips curl into a grin.

“Is…are we doin’ this?” You nod yes. “Okay, okay.” He takes a deep breath. “Go on.”

“So, um, right, we need to work late tonight…got a big presentation tomorrow.” You try to look as serious as possible.

Harry circles around you and stands right behind you. He dips his head down so his lips are at your ear.

“And what can I do to assist you?” You turn around to face him.

“You know, standing so close to me like that isn’t exactly professional.” You smirk. “I’m your boss after all.”

“Right.” He leans against his desk. “Wouldn’t want anyone to think you play favorites with or anything.” He smirks. “Although, they already think that since I’m the only one you’re nice to.”

“That’s because you’re the only competent person here.”

“You know what I think the real problem is?”

“What’s that?”

“You can come off as uptight.”

“Well…I’m just always stressed.” You shrug. “It’s not easy being the CEO of a large company, you know?”

“I do know. That’s why you hired me, remember? To help make you less stressed, but in all honesty…I don’t think you’re using me to my fullest potential.” He grins.

Harry was amazing you. He had clearly wanted to do this for a while, and you were happy to finally be doing this for him.

“You think so, huh?” You cross your arms. “Enlighten me then, how could I be using you?”

He takes a step forward and uncrosses your arms. He takes one of the buttons on your blazer and twists it between his thumb and index finger.

“You walk around with so much tension in your shoulders. I could rub them for you, but you’d have to take this off…”

“I suppose that would be alright, but I’ll warn you, I don’t have much on underneath.”

“Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.”

You nod and unbutton the blazer. Harry pushes it off your shoulders, and he gasps when he sees the black strappy bra that you’re wearing. You fold the blazer and lay it on your desk chair.

“This alright?” You smile.

“When did you get this, it’s really pretty.” You suck your teeth and look at him. “Shit, sorry.” You clears his throat. “Yeah, perfectly fine.”

You turn around and he starts to rub your shoulders. His thumbs knead into the back of your neck and you let out a soft moan.

“Good thing everyone else is gone for the day, or else they might get the wrong idea with noises you’re makin’.”

“Can’t help it, your hands just feel too good. Who knew you had such a gentle touch?”

One of Harry’s hands slides around to the front of your throat.

“And what if I wasn’t so gentle?” Your eyes grow wide, not that he can see. An ache starts to grow between your legs. “Got an answer for me, boss?”

You weren’t sure how to respond. You wanted him to really grip you, make it so you almost couldn’t breathe, but you were slightly scared that if you both got too caught up, you could have a flash. Although, you were almost positive Harry wouldn’t let that happen, so you decide to roll with it.

“I think…I could use a different way to de-stress.” You turn to face him. You put a hand over his and slide it down to the top of one of your breasts.

“I could get fired if HR finds out.”

“Who do you think signs their checks? I decide who gets fired around here, and it certainly isn’t going to be you.”

“Then I’d be happy to give you what you need.”

“And what exactly is that?”

That shit eating grin of his forms, the one where you can really see his dimples. His other arm snakes around your waist and pulls you close to him, so your hips are touching him. He removes his hand that’s on top of your breast to the back of your neck and pulls you to kiss him. You moan as his tongue enters your mouth. He was getting a pretty good taste of you. He lets go of you, and waits for your response.

“Ah.”

“Need a little more?”

“A lot more.”

You reach for the pin that’s holding your bun together and take it out. Your hair falls and you shake it out. Harry grabs you by your hips, and bends you over his desk. He hikes your skirt up and he groans when he sees the thong you’re wearing.

“You know, I think it’s a little…naughty of you to have been wearing this underneath your clothes.” You look at him over your shoulder. You give him a look that says, not too hard, and he nods in understanding.

You feel a smack, not necessarily on your ass, but more so right near your center. You mouth oh my god to yourself. You had zero idea he really wanted to do things like this with you. But then again, you weren’t really you and he wasn’t really him. Harry grabs your hips and places a hand on one of your cheeks so he can see his target better. You feel another smack and you gasp. He leans down so he can speak into your ear.

“See, you’re this really strong woman, and I think that’s great. But I think it’s time you’ve been taken down a notch, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

You hear him undo his pants, and then you feel him move your thong to the side. He grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you up. He taps your bottom lip with his index and middle fingers. You take the hint and open up for him, sucking them into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around them and really make a show of it for him. He tracts them and the next thing you know he’s knuckle deep inside you. You loved it when he’d finger you from behind. There was something about the angle he was getting that always felt so good.

“You like that, boss?”

“Yes, please keep doing it.” You groan.

He pumps in and out of you, and you cry out when you feel him under you, lips wrapped around your clit. You claw at his desk as your legs start to shake. All of a sudden he stops and you look at him.

“Didn’t think I was gonna let you come so easily did you?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “You’re always so in control, but not tonight.”

He pushes you back down against the desk so your chest was flush with it. He removes your thong all the way and leaves it around your ankles. He bunches your skirt up around your hips and spreads you apart with his thumbs. He slowly inserts himself into you. As much as he just wanted to be careless and rough, he didn’t want to send you into a frenzy.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans once he’s full inside. “So wet for me.” He pulls out and then slams all the way back in.

“Do that again.”

Harry happily obliges and fucks you like that for a few minutes. It was how you had wanted him to fuck you for a long time, and you were happy to be in a place where he could. He was starting to hit you g-spot and it was overwhelming.

“Shit, right there, that’s it!”

He could tell you were close, but he didn’t want you to think you could come yet. He grips the back of your neck with one hand, and squeezes your hip with the other.

“Are you close?”

“Yes!”

“You have to ask me if you can come.” He slows down his pace and rocks in and out of you.

“What?!”

“Ask me if you can come.”

“Can I come?!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please!”

Harry grins and picks up the pace again. Your moans and groans mixed with the sound of his skin slapping against yours. You come hard around him. He pulls out and comes on your ass. You groan when you feel the heat from it. You hear him zip his pants back up so you stand up and turn to face him. You weren’t sure if the role play was over or not. When you see his features soften and his reassuring smile form on his lips, you know it is.

“C’mere.” He holds his arms out for you, and you nearly trip into him since your panties were still around your ankles. “Whoops, sorry ‘bout that, baby.”

“S’okay.” You giggle as he kisses the top of your head.

“Let’s get you downstairs.” He picks you up bridal styles and carefully brings you down the spiral staircase. “So, to what do I owe this amazing surprise?” He carries you down to the bathroom and sets you down on your feet. He runs a rag under some warm water to clean up where he came on you.

“I just wanted to do something special for you since you proposed, but I couldn’t exactly do this for you while I was on my period…” You wince slightly when he cleans up near your center.

“Sorry…did I slap you too hard?”

“It didn’t feel like it while you were doing it.” You get out of your pencil skirt and Harry helps you get out of your strappy bra. You throw on some of his sweats and go into the kitchen with him. “We should probably take Buster out soon…”

“We can start cookin’ and then take him out. Right buddy?” He yips at Harry and he chuckles. “So…it was okay, all of it?”

“For doing in a role play, yes.” You rub the back of your neck. “But that’s the only scenario I want you talking to me like that, okay?”

“Fair enough.” He shrugs and wraps his arms around you. “Thank you.”

“Did it live up to the fantasy?”

“God, yes. Even more so. That was really cool of you, Y/N.” He kisses you quick. “So, what do you want for dinner? I’ll make whatever you want.”

“I think we have stuff for tacos, I picked up those meatless meat crumbles…”

“Tacos it is then.” He smiles.

“Come on Buster, mummy take you out quick while daddy cooks.” He tries to hide his smirk. “You wanted me to call you that earlier, didn’t you?” You say, crossing your arms.

“What would make you think that?” He asks facetiously and you roll your eyes. “All part of the fantasy, love.”

“What is it with guys and wanting to be called daddy, I really don’t get it. Why would you want me to fuck my father? Or have me picture my father?” You laugh.

“S’not what it’s about…it’s more of just like…a dominance thing. Like I said, it’s just part of the fantasy, I don’t actually want you callin’ me that unless it’s in reference to Buster.”

“Good, because that’s the only way I’m calling you that.” You smirk, and put Buster’s leash on. Harry gets to work on the tacos.

//

“Wow, Harry! This looks great!”

He had set everything up on the island like a little buffet so you could add all the fixings you wanted. You each eat three soft shell tacos and clean up when you’re done. You were stuffed. You both flop onto the sofa and relax.

“So…Glee?” He says to you.

“You read my mind.”

[wiypt-writes]

Leave No One Behind

Ch 6- Kiss The Girl

Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Episode Summary: Ari is trying to find the right moment to talk to Hannah about their kiss but things and people just keep getting in the goddamned way…

Episode Warnings: Bad Language words. A world of smut via flashback (NSFW no under18s)

Episode Pairings:  Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz

A/N: So, we promised you some soft daddy Ari, and here he is…you might want to grab a fan or something coz we ain’t gonna lie, this one left us in a puddle on the floor!!!

 Leave No One Behind Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 5

“Life can be short or long, love can be right or wrong, And I if chose the one I’d like to help me through, I’d like to make it with you, I really think that we could make it, girl.” Make It With You by B.R.E.A.D

It had been days since the kiss, which soon enough turned into weeks. 4 and a half to be exact. Ari knew. He had counted them along with each phase of the moon, and nothing happened. They had kissed and that was it and to say it was bugging him would be an understatement.

He had tried, though. Well, sort of. The night after the kiss, Ari had seen Hannah walking Simon towards her spot as she had gotten used to doing before going to sleep. He had started after her on impulse, but then he had stopped on the beach sand and  chickened out when he realised he hadn't thought about what to say and ended up going back to his hut after finishing his cigarette.

A couple of nights later, he had mustered enough courage and was determined to go after her. He needed to speak to her. He didn't know exactly what he would say but he had come to the conclusion it would be best to wing it and let his mind speak for itself. Just get your ass there and let's see how it goes, Levinson. And then Sammy (who else?!) had appeared with a bottle of whiskey asking him to join him and Jake. It was a good thing, though. They had sorted their differences which had left them on an even keel, although Ari wondered for how long. If Sammy only knew what was on his mind just a few seconds before...  But Sammy had also told him he had also apologised to Hannah so things were getting better, that much was undeniable.

Still, the fact was, that little gathering around a bottle of whiskey had meant Ari had left another few days go without speaking to her. And even though she hadn't reached out to him either and things, everything considered, weren't awkward between them, Ari knew he had to speak to her.

The next chance he got was another few days later. Everyone was busy after dinner and he decided it was the perfect opportunity to go for it. But he had to stop when he met some tourists on the beach near her spot. He had to feign he was checking up on them and after a polite exchange on the wonderful time they were having at the resort he had to turn on his steps and head back to his hut, cursing all the way.

The more time that went by the harder it was getting not only to find the perfect moment but also to gather the courage to have that pending conversation with Hannah. So Ari found himself one night wondering if it was just better left alone. Was there even a pending conversation to have? The atmosphere was good, Hannah was fine with him, even her and Sammy had taken a trip together to Port Sudan and no one had died. That was another bump in the road, every time he commented on having to go to Port Sudan or even Khartoum hoping for Hannah to come with him, someone called dibs or even offered to go on his behalf. So he had stopped faking reasons for the trips and coming up with real reasons as chances were he would end up going with someone else or staying at the resort.

Fortunately Simon made it impossible to stay in a bad mood. The dog was as cheeky as it gets. Hannah had been teaching him some tricks so he now sat, gave his paw and rolled over. Well, sort of, he more like got onto his back and stayed there with his short legs extended in the air. It was hilarious. He also went conveniently deaf whenever anyone other than Hannah or Ari told him to do anything. So it was a common joke now that Simon was his and Hannah's kid, which didn't bother Ari in the slightest. On the contrary, he happily played along when someone told him to take care of his child.

Thus, week after week went by and before they knew it they were in the middle of February and Rachel was preparing to take the first Shore Leave trip home. She was the only one with kids other than Ari, but Maya was with her mother while Rachel's kids were with their grandparents so they all agreed she should be the first to travel home. Hannah would take her place as managing director, aerobics instructor and much to Max and Jake laugh, masseuse.

The night before Rachel travelled to the US, Hannah was in the kitchen feeding Simon after they had already had dinner while the rest of them were chilling on the patio. Rachel had sneaked a bottle of Tequila from the stash of alcohol they had been gathering from their trips to Port Sudan or the nearest village market, to toast for a safe trip home. Jake, encouraged by the Tequila shots he had been gulping, was hitting on a group of young female tourists that were gathered around an improvised bonfire on the beach.

"It's the first time I see him do that in the nearly two months we've been here." Max snorted, seeing Jake stumble on the sand and fall on his ass next to one of the girls.

"Guess the real Jake has taken over Luca Morano." Sammy scoffed.

"It has." Ari chuckled. "Did I ever tell you how I found him with a girl in a decompression tank when I went to recruit him in Belize?"

"Now that's Jake Wolf." Max laughed. "Must have been a sight to see."

"Oh, it was. Stark naked. Refused to cover himself up all through our conversation." Ari confided before taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Well, he has managed to keep himself away from tourists until now. We have to give him that." Max commented.

"Maybe it's because Hannah’s not into him after all." Rachel deadpanned, always the perceptive one.

"What do you mean?" Sammy asked or more like groaned.

"Just saying they're not diving as much now as they did before. She’s cooled off, certainly over the last month anyway." she shrugged.

Everyone fell silent for a few minutes, enjoying their shots and taking in Rachel's words. Of course she had noticed, she always did. That was what made her, along with other qualities, one of the best spies Mossad could ever hope for. 

Ari could see the clogs in Sammy's brain turning, as usual his brain short-circuited when it came to his sister. He, on the other hand, was low-key pleased to hear that. He wouldn't be feeding himself to the sharks after all and he couldn't help the smile that spread on his face when Hannah came back with Simon and grinned at the sight of Jake flirting with the group of women.

"How's he doing?" she asked, nodding towards Jake before taking a seat next to Ari.

"Working on it." Max answered, looking first at Hannah and then discreetly at Ari who was still smiling widely.

*********

The following morning, after having waved goodbye to Rachel who had left after giving some last minute instructions to Hannah and promising them all to make the most of her week off, Jake, Max, Ari and Hannah were sat at their breakfast table.

"They must think we're stupid." Hannah said, pointing to the fact that Sammy had offered himself, more like jumped to the opportunity of driving Rachel to the airport in Port Sudan.

"What?" Ari asked.

"Ok, maybe you all are stupid." she said rolling her eyes as she poured herself some more coffee.

The three men ignored her jab and looked blankly at one another for what looked like an eternity until Max twigged it. Hannah spotted the exact moment coz he grinned and gave his trademark chuckle. That was enough for Ari to realise as well.

"Rachel and Sammy?" Ari asked, not believing it. 

"You're a dumbass, Levinson." Hannah teased him. 

Simon then rolled on the floor and gave a loud yip as if to highlight his mum's words.

"Wouldn't be so pleased, pal. He's coming back." Jake said, looking down at the dog. 

Everyone chuckled at the comment and as much as Jake tried to hide his hangover behind his shades, his hoarse voice was betraying him.

"This is good." Max said, still grinning. "I mean Sammy needs to get laid, release some tension."

"Don’t we all?" Jake quipped, thus unwillingly confessing he hadn't been lucky the night before.

"Cheers to that." Hannah said, raising her mug.

Max, Jake and Ari all raised their mugs to join Hannah in her toast as they laughed, though Ari was internally groaning. He wasn't expecting having to visit the shower again that morning.

*********

With Rachel gone Hannah was busier than ever as she had to pick up a lot of her chores, including the aerobics classes. Having to witness Hannah every morning clad in those colourful tight leotards and tights, bending and stretching sent Ari into a frenzy. At some point he tried to avoid her classes, either to dodge suspicious looks from Sammy or to prevent Jake from drooling shamelessly over Hannah and other female tourists too. 

“What? Why can you be at the classes and I can't?” Jake asked Ari one morning after he gave him a reproachful look because the truth was that Ari’s attempts to avoid them had failed, miserably, and instead he had found any excuse possible to lurk in the reception area. Be it a document he needed to check, a key someone from the staff had asked him for or a glass of water he had to grab from the kitchen, among other things, which always caused some giggles from the group of young female tourists. If they only knew it wasn't about them.

Ari had come to the conclusion that he needed to speak to Hannah, because it was starting to get embarrassing and Simon wasn't helping. The dog was exposing him even more as he would bark at him and look for his attention every time he walked in to the room with another lame ass excuse. He had no idea what he would say or how he would address the elephant in the room after so a month, he just knew he needed to be alone with her or he would go crazy. 

However, he failed again and again not only because with Rachel gone Hannah was busier and didn't have much free time but because most of the scarce free time she had was spent with Sammy, who was excessively clingy to his sister.  Ari now realised that Hannah had been right, the man clearly had a thing for the blonde. 

Which was even clearer the evening before Rachel was due to return as Sammy had been particularly jovial after a week of exacerbate grumpiness and moping around the resort. A fact that didn't go unnoticed by any of them. What was more, Hannah was not letting the opportunity to tease his brother go by.

Sammy had offered to walk Simon with her before going to sleep and they were walking along the sea shore in a comfortable silence when he threw a stick towards the waves so that Simon could go and fetch it. Hannah didn't hesitate to bug him when he bent to scratch Simon's ear when the dog came back with the stick in his mouth.

"I don’t recognise you, Samuel Navon. You’re even being nice to Simon." she said.

"Well, he’s growing on me." he shrugged, smiling at the dog.

To be honest, Hannah knew Simon was indeed growing on him. The dog had become a sort of celebrity in the resort, with all the guest ladies cooing over him like a baby whenever he was near and him going from group to group of guests on the beach, demanding attention from everyone, most of them willing to give it to him. But, there was something else to Sammy's sudden cheerfulness and Hannah was sure she knew what it was.

"Bullshit. Just yesterday you were wanting to kill him because he chewed your shoes." Hannah smirked, stopping to look at her brother.

"Why does he have to chew my shoes when he has Jake’s shirts to go at?" Sammy whined. 

"It’s a woman, isn’t it? More specifically, it’s Rachel. She’s back tomorrow and you’re happy…" Hannah insisted, smiling at him in an attempt to make him confide in her. Sammy had never been the one to let his emotions take over. Even when they were kids she had been the lively, expressive one and he had been the brooding older brother.

"Will you shut up if I tell you it is?" he asked, more of an order than a question. He knew her sister and there was no going back at this point, he had been busted. Better to get it over with in the most graceful manner possible.

Hannah grinned "You sly dog."  and then she offered him a warm smile "Good for you, Sammy.  I’m pleased."

"I don’t know if she feels the same way…so I don’t want to make a fuss about it, ok?" he said, trying to dim his sister's enthusiasm. 

"My lips are sealed." she made a zip gesture over her mouth. "But you know there’s only one way to find out? Ask."

"Easier said than done." Sammy scoffed.

Hannah then sighed, "Don’t I know it."

Sammy looked at his sister, his brow furrowing.

 "What do you mean?"

"Oh nothing…was just talking in general." she said, trying to make it sound casual.

"No, you weren’t." he retorted.  "But it's ok if you want me to pretend you were. After everything that’s happened I’m probably better off in the dark."

Hannah smiled at her brother's words. After all, he was trying hard not to meddle in her life, unless she asked him to do so, as she had requested when he had apologised to her weeks earlier.

"Just give yourself the chance to be happy, Han." he said as he reached to hug her.

Hannah sighed and leaned into her brother's embrace. She knew full well he didn’t mean Ari when he was talking about her happiness, but that was where her mind went. The thought of Ari's shore leave looming in the horizon, as his turn would come only a few days post Rachel's return, made her shiver. And the realisation that she needed to speak to him before he left hit her like a landslide. She needed to reach out to him before he went back to the real world. To Maya. To Sarah.

"Easier said than done." she forced a smile, repeating her brother’s earlier words back to him. 

*****

Rachel returned the following day and she was beaming. Being able to spend time with her kids had, no doubt, suited her. It was now a matter of days for Ari to be able to spend time with Maya and he was looking forward to it. The countdown to his leave officially started and he was excited to see Ethan too as he was proud of how they were set up and operating. His idea of turning the resort into a running hotel had been a great success and Ari couldn't wait to report to Ethan face to face, or Isaacs for that matter. The Head of Mossad had been a whiny bitch about them taking in real tourists and Ari, arrogant as he was at times, was hoping to have the opportunity to rub it in his face.

Yet there was one thing that was bothering him and would keep him awake late at night, and that was Hannah. Over the past few days Ari had noticed she had started to withdraw again. She should have been more relaxed now that Rachel was back but she had become warier and quieter instead. But that wasn't the only thing bugging him. He was well aware that he was going to miss her and he was finding it quite odd. They hadn't seen each other at all over the last four years and now the idea of being apart from her for ten days was bothering him.

They say time flies. Either because you're having a great time or because you don't want time to pass at all, which was the reason in Hannah's case. The night before Ari left they were gathered together as usual after dinner, having drinks and toasting to Ari's safe flight home. Hannah was trying to keep it cool and ignore the churning feeling in her stomach, but she was failing spectacularly. She was a jumble of nerves, she had been for the past few days, but that night it was getting worse so she decided to stop drinking before she barfed or even worse got so drunk she would start doing or saying something she would regret. She felt like she was gonna start crying any minute and Max and Jake goofing around weren't helping her in any way.

"Come on, Red. Drink another shot with me." Jake said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he poured two tequila shots with his free hand.

"I don't want to drink, Jake." she refused the drink with a wave of her hand.

"What? Are you pregnant? Don't tell me, a hairy Nazi knocked you up after a massage." Max snorted, visibly drunk.

"You're not funny, Maxwell. Fuck you." she growled at him, standing up to shove him in the chest almost sending him flying backwards on his chair.

"What's wrong with you, cracker?" he yelled back, visibly surprised, trying not to lose balance as the chair teetered precariously on its back two legs.

All the group, in fact, were surprised. Not only because Hannah and Max were best friends and got on but also because they joked and pranked each other on a daily basis and Hannah had never snapped at him like that. Normally she would have come up with a smart reply and they would have been bickering for minutes but that night Hannah was behaving out of character.

She didn't answer Max, instead she shook her head and left, with Simon following trail. Everyone then turned to glare at Max who shrugged and leaned to grab the bottle of Tequila.

"Something has gotten her on edge. She's been odd for a few days but today she's been particularly bad." Rachel explained, looking worriedly towards the path that led to the huts.

Ari sighed, both of his hands brushing his hair back. He wanted to go after her but wasn't sure if it would be weird in the eyes of the rest of the team.  While debating what to do he looked at Sammy but he was busy looking at her and asking Rachel what she meant. Max was out of the question as he had decided to drown his concern in Tequila shots, so he looked at Jake who nodded meeting Ari's eyes. Go talk to her, he mouthed.

He didn't have to be told twice. Ari stood up and went to find her. In order not to raise suspicions, more on Sammy's part than on anyone else's, he went in the opposite direction before doubling back around the front of the resort. He went to the beach and started walking thinking maybe Hannah had decided to go to her spot on the rocks after all. But she wasn't there so he decided to try her hut. And there she was as he heard Simon bark when he knocked on the door.

"What do you want, Ari?" Hannah asked the moment she opened the door.

She didn't seem surprised to see him at her door but she didn't seem excited or pleased either. She seemed so messed up, as she didn't give a damn about anyone anymore.

"Wanted to see if you’d drive me to the airport tomorrow." he said shyly.

He hadn't thought about what to say to her, not knowing the mood she would be in and the idea came to him out of the blue. He thought it was the perfect chance to be alone, to talk.

Hannah frowned at him "Thought you already asked Sammy."

Busted.

Ari looked down at his feet, put his hands on his hips and sighed.

"What do you really want, Ari? I’m not in the mood." she asked again.

"No, but you’re in A mood. I noticed, matter of fact everyone did..." and then he paused as a thought hit him. As unlikely as it was, he decided to ask anyway, edging his bets. “Is it…is it because I’m leaving tomorrow?"

Ari saw her eyes beginning to cloud and she looked away 

“No.”

"You’re as bad a liar as Sammy." he said, trying to lighten up her mood.

But his attempt to make her smile resulted in her turning away from him. She left the door open though so he stepped in and closed it behind him, accepting the silent invitation. 

"Firefly I…" he began.

"I’m just stressed Ari…a little homesick too, I miss mama, but that’s it." she cut him off.

"Promise me?" he asked, tilting his head and smiling softly.

"Yes, Ari." she replied drily.

"I don’t believe you." Ari said, his hand caressing her cheek. A bold move if you will but he had nothing to lose at this point.

Hannah started crying immediately and Simon let out a little whine when he heard her. Ari then pulled her in for a hug. He was beginning to wonder if it had been too much but then he felt her shoulders relaxing as her hands connect round his broad back. Simon felt her change in demeanour too and jumped up at them wanting to take part in the comforting gesture, his paws resting against Hannah’s thigh. Hannah chuckled as she stepped back slightly to pet him.

She stayed quiet for a minute, her eyes focussed on the dog and then she lifted her eyes to look Ari before speaking “Are you going to see Maya?”

It was a dumbass question, as she knew perfectly well he was, but he instantly understood what she was really asking. Are you seeing Sarah?

"Is that what’s bothering you?" Ari asked, looking at her with concerned eyes.

"No it’s just I.. " she started protesting but he cut her off.

"Han, if I want to see Maya then I need to speak to Sarah."

Hannah fell silent again, she knew she had just shown her cards so there was no point denying anything anymore. She looked down and started fiddling with the hem of her top for a few seconds before her shoulders started to shake and tears began to run down her cheeks again.

"Hannah, what’s going on?" Now Ari was genuinely confused. They had not been alone since that night, not talked about the kiss so he wasn’t sure why it was bothering her so much. He had assumed from her silence over the past month that she thought their little moment was all a mistake and that was it for them, but the fact that she was bothered by the thought of him seeing his estranged wife meant something else, didn't it? "I don’t want you to go."  her voice now a whisper. "I mean, I know you have to but.." she swallowed before continuing "I don’t want to be here without you." She had said it, right? She had admitted it. I don't want to be here without you. Ari was suddenly floored, utterly floored. This meant she felt something more. 

"Firefly, look at me." he demanded. But she didn't move. "Look at me, please." he spoke more softly this time.

Hannah then raised her eyes, locking them to his, her bottom lip quivering slightly. "I’m coming back." Ari assured her.

"I know. It’s just…I’m gonna miss you." she said lowering her eyes again

"You’ve got Simon to keep you busy." he said, nodding down to the dog who was sat watching them both. "And Sammy to placate when he growls at him or eats his shoe. Jake to take you diving, Max to…well…just be Max and Rachel…" he paused to lift her chin to make her look at him  "You got your safe place for when it all gets too much, the sea, the stars at night…what else could you ask for?"

"Well, when you put it like that I’m not sure." she chuckled.

There it is, that damned smile. Ari thought as he chuckled too. "Guess I made my point."

There was a slight pause as he reached for her hands, his fingers caressing hers “I’ll miss you too Han, more than you know.” he said before pressing his forehead to hers.

"But you’re gonna.."

"I’m going to see my daughter, that’s all I care about in Tel Aviv." he paused before asking her again the million dollar question "Why are you so bothered, Han? Tell me honestly."

Hannah swallowed, her fingers fiddling with his as their hands are laced together "I just…what if you see Sarah and decide you want her back."

"But why do you care?" Ari asked, he was frustrated at this point and he knew his voice showed it. They were going round in circles and he just wanted her to say it.

She pulled back to look at him, her eyes locked onto his, their faces inches away.

"Because I wouldn’t be able to…" she swallowed once more, stumbling over her words "It would break me again Ari. I’d be happy for you but…”

She had said it. She had admitted it out loud. She had feelings for him. Wasn't that what you wanted? Your move Levinson. Ari thought before taking a breath thinking his next words carefully.

"Listen to me carefully, Hannah." he said, sternly.

Hannah was deflated by the look on his face and those words. He had called her Hannah, no Han, no Firefly. She thought that was it, she had pissed him off. She had fucked it up and this time she was the only one to blame.

"There’s no chance I want her back, even if she wanted me, which she doesn’t. We’re over." 

"But for Maya." Hannah blurted out. 

"Not the slightest chance, Firefly." he said, taking her face in his hands.

Hannah then let out the breath she had been holding and sniffed.

"God, I’ve been going out of my head for almost a month, Han. Going over that afternoon in Port Sudan  and that kiss…" Ari confided, tracing her lips with his thumb at the mention of the kiss.

And she gasped. It was electric. An electric blue bolt of lightning sending shivers down her spine.

"Me too…" she whispered, trying to recover from the jolt that had just travelled through her body “Why are we so shit at communicating?"

"I did try and find you at your spot a few times but someone always got in the way" Ari admitted.

"Story of our lives huh?" she said with a soft smile.

"Yup." Ari chuckled "Maybe it's time we changed that…" he said as he cupped her face in his hands. "Wait for me to get back…"

"Not like I can go anywhere, mi lobo." she said smiling at him.

And Ari knew why. MI...not EL, MI. My. It had been 9 years since she uttered those words to him. His heart was literally bursting and at that point he thought fuck Sammy, fuck Andy, fuck Max. He didn't care anymore.  With his hands still on her cheeks he tilted her face to meet his and kissed her. And it was everything he needed and more. It was only them now, as far as he was concerned the world could go to hell. It was soft, gentle, but oh so loaded at the same time and when he pulled away eventually, he kept his head pressing to hers.

"You said Mi…" he whispered.

Hannah bit her lower lip, a wide smile forming on her face and was about to reply when there was a loud noise outside and Simon started barking.

"I best go, it's an early flight." Ari said, fighting the urge to press her body against his and never let go. But he was leaving the following day and it wouldn't be fair for any of them.

"Ok…" Hannah nodded.

Ari turned slowly to go, his hand still on hers for as long as his reach would allow but had to let go when he reached the door.

"Come back to me this time." Hannah said before he opened the door.

Ari paused and turned to look at her "Promise…my firefly." When he left her hut, a smile that could lit up an entire city on his face, the feeling in his chest was warm. That crappy pang he had associated with being around her over the past few months gone, hopefully for good.

********

Ari left before breakfast the next morning, his flight was early. Nevertheless all the agents were up to bid him a good trip. He shook hands with the boys, hugged Rachel and finally reached Hannah. Giving her a smile he swept her into his arms and she closed her eyes momentarily, holding him close before she stepped back and smiled, both of them trying to play it cool. Tearing his eyes away from her he crouched down to give Simon a scratch, the dog leaping up at him to lick his face.

“Gonna miss you too.” he said quietly, and Hannah knew full well he wasn’t just talking to the dog.

The day was fairly busy, which kept Hannah occupied for the most of it, right through until the evening at which point she bid them good night and headed off to take Simon for his usual pre-bed walk.

“Mind if I join you?” Rachel asked “I haven’t stretched my legs properly all day.”

“Sure.” Hannah looked at her, and the two women headed out onto the sand.

“So, You and Ari…” Rachel said as soon as they were out of ear shot. Hannah spun to face her, frowning.

“Me and Ari what?” “Don’t play dumb with me, Cracker.” Rachel looked at her “I saw the way he was hugging you before, and the way he looked at you as Sammy drove them away.”

Hannah sighed, and knew there was no point playing dumb. “You know, it’s pathetic really. I mean I hadn’t seen anything or heard anything from him since Andy’s funeral and then within 6 weeks of us being here I’m catapulted right back to where I was 9 years ago.” “Must have been some fling…” Rachel looked at her, and Hannah snorted.

“You know full well it was more than that.”

“You loved him.” Rachel shrugged

“Ironic thing is I never told him.” Hannah sighed “Not whilst we were together anyway. I came close once.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Well, it felt too soon, you know, we’d only really been dating a few weeks.” Hannah shrugged “But if I’m honest, I fell for him way before we got together.” She stopped walking and looked around, before she gestured with her head and Rachel followed her lead, sitting on the sand besides her. “I remember the nigh though. Instead of using the actual 3 words I told him that I’d fallen for him years ago. We’d been on a date, just a small restaurant not far from his and we were walking home…”

“You know, everyone at work keeps asking me who my mystery girlfriend is.” Ari’s glanced down at Hannah as they walked down the pavement, his hand around hers.

“I thought you liked the secrecy?”

“Yeah, well, as much as it’s been fun I’d like to be able to introduce you as my girl one day.” he looked at her.

“I’d like that too.” Hannah smiled.

“Though you friend, Abi is it? Yeah she might not like it that much…” Ari said and Hannah let out a snort.

“Yeah, she would go mad. She keeps on asking me about you.”

“Really? What’s she say?”

Hannah laughed, “Fuck off Lobo,” she said, shoving him playfully in his chest.

“Easy firefly…” he caught her hand softly, raising it to his mouth and pressing a kiss to her wrist “She never stood a chance”

“Neither did I” Hannah look at him as his fingers laced through hers.

“What do you mean?” Ari frowned.

“The minute I met you I was a goner, Ari”

“But you’ve been dating other guys, I’ve met some of them.” he looked at her.

“Yeah, but they weren’t you. I knew you were out of my league but still, always hoped one day you’d see me.”

Ari took a deep breath and shook his head “I saw you, Hannah. How could I not? You were this smart, sassy kid, old before her time. I constantly had to remind myself how young you were and then I watched you grow up…” He smiled “And then, a few months after your 18th, at your graduation I came over and for the first time, well I saw you then as this gorgeous young woman, not just that sassy little kid and…” he shrugged, trailing off.

Hannah shook her head, her eyes fixing on Simon who was barking at his reflection on the calm ocean.

“It was funny that he brought up my graduation, as that was when I fell for him big time. I’d always had a crush on him, you know…” “Every little sister does on their older brother’s friends.” Rachel said wisely, and Hannah nodded.

“But then he gave me a pair of earrings. Just silver ones, in the shape of a crescent moon as a congratulations. But, they were so special because it was a little joke between us, you know, the fact I used to say he probably turned into a werewolf every full moon because he used to eat mama out of house and home…” “El Lobo Hambriento…” Rachel repeated and Hannah nodded.

“But that…that was the moment. He’d gone to enough effort to get me something that was personal and meant something to us both and I knew then I was falling for a guy I had no chance with. I tried so hard to ignore it. I dated other guys but it was pointless. And then on my 21st.” she shrugged “We had a whirlwind of a 3 months before he ended it and left. I heard nothing more until Sammy told me he had a girlfriend. So that was that, and it turns out it was all down to my late husband.”

“That must have been really hard.” Rachel said after a pause

“Well, I knuckled down, finished medical school and pretended I was ok.” Hannah shrugged “Even went to his wedding because I figured having him in my life one way was better than not at all. I didn’t see much of him then until I joined Mossad 2 years later.”

“Did he go to your wedding?” Rachel asked.

“No.” Hannah shook her head “I dunno why. Maybe he was on a mission, maybe he was too busy living his life with his then wife and kid…I never asked.” she took a deep breath and smiled as Simon bounded back across the sand towards her, flopping down onto his back for a belly rub which she happily provided “And then Andy died and just when I was beginning to come to terms with it all Ari shows up at the clinic and I find myself here in the desert and once more he’s turning my life upside down.”

“Maybe you need to set it the right way up again.” Rachel looked at her. “What’s stopping you, honestly?”

Hannah shrugged “Look, the other night, you’re right…we had a moment. Just a kiss, nothing more, and then last night we talked about it, kissed again and I dunno, maybe when he comes back…” She trailed off.

“Do you both want it?” Rachel looked at her. “To try again I mean?”

“I know I do and he says he does so…” she shrugged “I just…is going back over old ground the right thing to do Rachel? I mean we’re here…then there’s Sammy and his fucking reaction and…” she shook her head as she glanced out over the ocean. “Why does everything have to be so complicated?”

“It’s only as complicated as you make it.” Rachel said, laying her hand on Hannah’s arm “Look, screw Sammy and screw everyone else. If they weren’t in the picture…” “Then I wouldn’t hesitate.” Hannah looked at her friend. “You know, I loved Andy, and in a way despite me being so angry at him, I always will do but what I felt when I was with Ari, well, it was like this raging fire, it consumed every single part of me whereas Andy felt safe...not that I was any less happy with Andy, I wasn’t but…”

“Was Ari your first?” Rachel looked at her, and Hannah nodded. “That’s why it felt like that.” Rachel continued wisely. “You were discovering things, it will have been exciting, passionate…” “I know, and I understand that we’re both different people now and I don’t know whether, even without everyone interfering we would have made it back then, probably not to be honest but I’m wondering if this was life’s little plan all along. A way of giving us a second chance when we both have a more mature understanding of what we had…does that make sense?”

Rachel smiled and placed an arm around Hannah’s shoulder “Perfectly.”

“You cannot tell Sammy.” Hannah looked at her “Not until Ari comes back and we’ve decided on what is gonna happen…if anything.”

“Cross my heart.” Rachel smiled.

Hannah, satisfied she could trust the woman turned her attention to the ocean. She knew Ari would be home now, and she couldn’t help wondering if she was on his mind, as much as he was on hers…

******** Ari was exhausted. Upon landing back in Tel Aviv he had been greeted by Ethan, and he’d been back into HQ for an hour or so before heading to his apartment. Thankfully, Mossad had agreed to keep funding the rental fees whilst he was away which at least meant he didn’t have to stay in a hotel on his trips back home. He’d debated calling Sarah to tell her he was back, but it was getting late and not wanting to wake Maya he had instead decided to call in the morning.

He showered, revelling in the comfort of having decent water pressure before he collapsed into bed. But try as he might, as tired as he was he just couldn’t turn off. His mind was wandering, in particular over everything that had happened with Hannah just before he had left. She’d basically admitted to him what he knew anyway, that her feelings for him were still there, and moreover that there was a chance that they could make something out of the whole sorry mess. He should be happy, and he was, but part of him was still tentative. There was a lot at stake, if it went wrong they were stuck, thousands of miles away from home…and he didn’t even want to think about Sammy’s reaction, or Andy for that matter. What he did know, however, was that whatever they both decided it was going to be their decision. He wasn’t letting anyone make it for them, not like last time.

The rain was lashing against the windows, and he was suddenly taken back to a rainy evening one March almost 9 years ago when he and Hannah had been out for something to eat. They were walking back to his and she was telling him how she’d fallen for him big time over a pair of earrings he had bought her. He had just been about to tease her about being materialistic when the heavens had opened…

“SHIT!” Hannah shrieked, ducking as if that would prevent the rain from hitting her. She pulled her jacket a little tighter around her but the rain fall was ridiculously heavy.

“Come on!” He said, tugging on her hand and the two of them began to run towards the doorway of a shop. Ari pulled her under the awning, glancing down at her. Her hair was dripping, sticking to her face and she looked at him and started to giggle. Her jacket wasn’t done up all the way, and he could just see the rivulets of water trickling between the swell of her breasts, through her cleavage and dampening the fabric of her little flowery dress.

“My face is up here.” She quipped and immediately his eyes flew to hers and he gave her a sheepish grin, before he arched an eyebrow.

“Seems I inadvertently got you a little wet.”

She snorted, shaking her head at the joke and then looked up at him, her eyes flashing as she bit her lip.

“Better take me home and do something about it then,”

Ari groaned at the memory of her, stood there in front of him. They’d only been dating a few weeks at that point and he’d taken it slow, deliberately not wanting to rush her but as she stood there in front of him, giving him the blatant come on, her eyes fixed on his, not a shred of doubt in them, he’d pretty much dragged her back to his. He shifted slightly on the soft mattress, his hand sliding into his boxers. Just that image of her in front of him had him hard as fuck, and he needed to do something about it. With slow, deliberate strokes he began to palm himself to the memory which was now fresh in his mind…

As Ari was fetching them both a towel each from the bathroom, he heard Hannah on the phone speaking in Spanish to her mama. When he walked into the living room she was just finishing up and he handed her the towel which she used to start drying out her hair as she kicked off her shoes.

“Mama ok?” he asked.

“Yeah she’s fine. Didn’t ask where I was,” she paused, squeezing her long locks with the towel, “which suits me as I didn’t have to lie.” Ari sighed. “I meant what I said before. I don’t want it to be like this forever.” “Me neither.” she agreed. “But, I just don’t want anyone interfering. Not yet anyway.”

He smiled and used the towel he had grabbed himself, to rub at his hair and face, emerging from it and Hannah giggled, reaching up to smooth down his hair.

“This is getting long.” Her nails raked on his scalp as she straightened it down.

“I might grow it.” He mused.

“As long as it’s not into a mullet.” At that he laughed, his hands falling to her hips. “Not a chance Firefly.” She looked at him as she continued to attempt to dry her hair before he couldn’t take it anymore. Gently he took the towel off her and tossed it, along with his own, over to the sofa, before his hands cupped her face and he kissed her slowly. Her hands fell to his waist, tangling in the bottom of his grey shirt and he let out a little sigh at the feel of her fingers brushing his skin. She pulled back slightly and he pressed his forehead to hers, both of them breathing deeply and she looked at him, giving him the same eyes she had in the shop doorway.

“Lobo…” she swallowed.

“What do you want Firefly?”

“You…” She blinked up at him. “All of you.” At that his cocky demeanour wavered slightly. She’d told him only a few days ago when they’d been getting a little heavy on his couch that she was a virgin. She’d done other things, but not that, and now the thought of him being her first…well it was a head fuck. But a good head fuck.

“You sure?” He asked, searching her face for any shred of doubt. But he found none. Instead she nodded and bit her lip. Permission granted he’d reached down, gripped the soft flesh at the top of the back of her thighs and hauled her up, her legs locking around his waist. His lips smashed onto hers, their teeth clanging together in the urgency of the kiss as he carried her over the hall to his bedroom, where he softly set her down on her feet, flicking the lamp on besides him.

She’d stood, looking up at him, all doe eyes and damp hair and he’d had to fight back every single urge he had to push her back on the bed and fuck the life out of her. He wanted her first time to be soft, gentle, special. So instead, with a restraint he wasn’t sure he even possessed up until that moment, he reached out and pulled her to him again, kissing her softly and her fingers drifted to the buttons on his shirt. She broke the kiss so she could look down, her hands fumbling slightly but Ari let her carry on. Eventually she had it open and she pushed it back off his shoulders and down his arms where he then shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. She looked at him, biting that damned bottom lip again and Ari couldn’t help but feel slightly smug at the hungry way her eyes were roving his torso. He ran, worked out with weights and he knew he wasn’t in bad shape. He couldn’t afford to be with his job after all, but he was enjoying the appreciative way she was taking in his broad shoulders and chest, following the strip of hair down to his waistband. She looked up at him once more, reaching out with her hands and she smoothed her fingers over his chest to his shoulders as he leaned down and caught her mouth again. This time his hands moved to the back of her dress, finding the buttons and he flicked them open one by one. Hannah stilled at little and he stopped, glancing down.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, just, no one’s ever seen me…”

“Let me.” He whispered softly, almost pleading.

Her cheeks flushed red and she moved her arms to allow the dress to fall down, shimmying out of it as it dropped over her hips and Ari let out a soft groan as he took her in from toe to head. Lithe legs gave way to a softer curve over her thighs and hips, up to her trim stomach, her waist cinched in before it met the swell of her perfectly proportioned breasts which he’d always had a real thing for. She was dressed in a simple matching cotton pair of baby blue panties and bra, and the pure innocence of it was driving him wild.

“See,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers, “beautiful, my firefly…”

He leaned down and dropped a kiss to the crook of her neck and shoulder and she gave a little shiver.

“Like that?” he asked softly, she nodded so he did it again, his arm curling around her waist, holding her still, letting her get lost in the sensations as he lavished affection on her, working across her collar bone to the other side, before he trailed hot kisses up her jaw line, pressing his lips to hers again. She kissed him back, the kiss hungry as her hands tangled in his hair. Taking the lead, he backed her up slightly, until her knees folded against the edge of the bed and she sat down. Her eyes were level with the top of his jeans now, and there was no hiding the evident bulge at his crotch. She glanced up at him, giving him a little smirk, almost of pride, before she popped the button on his jeans. She tugged them down, and he stepped out of them, leaving him in his tight boxers and he crawled over her as she moved up the bed, settling into the space between her legs. His hands trailed up the outside of her thighs to her hips and up her ribcage before he gently palmed her breast over her bra. He felt her relax under him, which is what he wanted, and he gently pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he pulled down her bra strap, repeating the motion at the other side. He slid his hands underneath her and she arched her back allowing him to pop the clasp. Taking another look at her, she nodded and he pulled the garment away, and he glanced down, taking in her bare breasts with a soft moan.

“Fuck, Han,” he groaned softly, his mouth dropping to her cleavage, soft kisses trailing up her sternum as his thumbs softly skated over her nipples. She wriggled a little, letting out a tiny whimper at his actions which encouraged him and he moved his mouth over to take over from his left hand, gently flicking his tongue.

“Shit, Ari…” she gasped, her hips bucking upwards slightly and he ground down against her, this time her noise was louder as she mewled at the contact, her hands fisting around the duvet at either side of her. He moved his attention to the other breast, repeating his action, drawing more noises and reactions from her, before his lips moved downwards, trailing over her belly where he gently rubbed his nose above the waistband of her panties. Glancing up at her again, she was watching him, her eyes wide with excitement and he hooked his fingers into the cotton, sliding them down her legs. He knelt up, taking a second to look at her before he parted her knees with his hands. He felt her shift slightly and looked up, that bashful tinge was back on her cheeks.

“Hey…” he said, looking at her as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee. "You trust me?”

“With my life, Mi lobo…”

That fucking name did things to him, and once more he found himself fighting to keep control. But knowing he had to take it slow he did just that, trailing soft kisses up the inside of her thigh before he reached his goal and gently slid his tongue up her entrance, causing her hips to buck again.

“Easy firefly…” he mumbled gently, his arm looping over her waist to keep her still as he gently lapped at her, teasing her sensitive bundle of nerves before his tongue poked deeper into her, fucking her with his mouth. She writhed as much as she could, her breathing deep, almost at a pant and he glanced up to see her head was thrown back against his pillow, mouth forming a perfect O shape, and her hands were flat against the bed. With his spare one he reached up, taking her right hand and he placed it on his head, where she gently gripped at his hair. As he continued to eat her out, god she tasted amazing, her fingers tightened, and at one point she pulled on his hair to the point of it being painful. He let out a groan and she stopped and he glanced up.

“Sorry….” she began to apologise but he shook his head.

“Don’t, I like it.” She arched an eyebrow at him, but he didn’t give her much time to think about it as his mouth set to her once more. As he continued alternating his attention between her entrance and her clit, her breathing became nothing but a sharp, staccato pans and he felt her legs beginning to tremble.

“Oh, God, Ari…” she keened above him and he gave a little grin as he upped his speed slightly., “I’m…gonna…” and with that she gave a loud cry, her hips jumping upwards as her body trembled. Her legs became rigid for a second before she relaxed, completely boneless in the after throws of her orgasm. Knowing she’d be sensitive, he moved away slightly, wiping his mouth on his arm as he crawled up her body.

“Good?” he asked, already knowing the answer as she was utterly wrecked beneath him, but he wanted to hear it from her.

“Yeah…really good…” she panted, her eyes flickering open to lock onto his before he kissed her again. She was clearly feeling a little braver now as her fingers grasped at the waistband of his boxers and she pushed them down. He shuffled out of them before he practically fell over her, propping himself up on his elbows, and she looked at him for a second, her hand pushing into his hair.

“You got any….” “Top drawer.” he nodded, to the nightstand. She shuffled slightly and he sat back on his heels, his erection hard and slapping against his abs as she found the condom and handed it to him. He easily tore it from the packet, and once he’d carefully rolled it down over himself he moved forwards again, so he was settled and lined up. Taking another look at her face, once more making seeking assurance she was absolutely sure, she nodded and slowly he began to push into her. She tensed up a little, her hands gripping at his forearm and he took his time, gently moving his hips until he was fully sheathed inside her.

“You ok?” he panted, she felt tight and warm around him and fuck, it was euphoric.

“Yeah…” she assured him. “Just go slow.” “I got you sweetheart.” He gently pressed a kiss to her mouth, moving his hips back before he slowly pushed into her again, and again, taking his time, keeping his eyes focused on hers as he caged her between his arms. He gently pressed a kiss to her hair line as he ground into her again, causing her breath to catch in her throat, but it wasn’t in pain. No, he could tell she was enjoying this. Taking that as encouragement he repeated the action and her hands tightened around his biceps.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice ragged and she nodded eagerly.

“Feels good.” she panted, as he pushed up against her, his hips bumping hers as he continued his movements, picking up the pace ever so slightly, but all the time being careful to still take his time. Her hands hooked round his shoulders and he pressed a bit more of his weight onto her as he found a slow, steady rhythm. It wasn’t long before he began to feel the warming deep in the pit of his stomach and balls, and he really wanted to get her there again, but was now beginning to question how much longer he was going to last. His lips met hers, the kiss desperate, and she cried out into his mouth as he pushed deeper. He could feel her fluttering around him and he knew she was close.

“Come on Firefly…come on…come on…” he said, his breathing deep in between each word as he nudged at her chin with his nose, gently nipping along her jaw line before he softly sucked at the point under her ear and with another push upwards he felt her tense and she gave a desperate mewl once more, her nails digging into his shoulders, before she stilled completely, her mouth slackening, eyes fluttering shut as she tightened around him, her release crashing over her in wave after wave. A few thrusts later Ari found his own, the coil in his belly finally slapping and with a loud cry he came, hard, his hips stuttering before they slowed completely and he gently fell forward, his face burying into her neck. He stayed still for a moment, waiting for the world to tip the right way up again, and he moved his head to kiss her, both his hands holding her face before he pressed his forehead to hers. She smiled at him, her lips once more meeting his as her breathing started to even out.

“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked softly and she shook her head.

“No, no you didn’t.” she smiled “That was…that was perfect Ari…”

With a loud groan Ari finally brought himself off and felt the hot, white ribbons streak over his abs as he gently worked himself through his release. With a sigh his head fell back against the pillow and he gave himself a moment before he reached over for a tissue from the box by his bed.

“That was perfect Ari…”

Hannah’s voice echoed round his head and he swallowed as he cleaned himself up. Yes, it had been perfect, he’d loved the fact he’d been her first. Something no one else could ever claim. With a sigh he tossed the tissue to the side, his breathing deep as he settled himself down for the night, the earlier tension and unrest he had been feeling slightly abated. Jerking off to his own internal filthy thoughts was nowhere near as good as the real thing but for the time being, a memory would have to do.

**** Chapter 7

[be-the-spark-flyboy]

Hard Feelings

Call It What You Want (8/?)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: this slow burn is annoying even me

Chapter Summary: Thank god for Rey

Warnings: swearing, sed Poe

Word count: ~2k

It isn’t the ideal weather for a walk but Beebee seems thrilled at the prospect despite the cold. His tiny boot-clad paws pattering alongside Poe, forever his loyal companion. The park isn’t completely void of human traffic, though it’s a lot busier when it is warmer.

Poe finds a seat far enough from the road and the sound of traffic while Beebee happily traipses through the frozen ground looking for stray twigs and running in circles chasing his tail. Poe watches him play, entirely in his own world.

Poe started the day feeling anxious about talking to you. Then he was disappointed that he couldn’t get you to meet up with him. He was mad at himself for kissing you instead of telling you that he broke up with his now ex-girlfriend first. Now after seeing you with Ben is he supposed to be mad at you for letting him kiss you? It hurt seeing you with Ben and all the resentment he felt was directed towards him and not you. 

Who’s to be blamed for this? What was he supposed to do now? How was he supposed to feel? If there was one clear emotion he felt atop of everything else, that would be confusion.

Poe whips out his phone, dialling the one person that could make him feel better. It doesn’t take long for his dad to pick up the phone.

If only there weren’t so many miles between them. The distance isn’t new to him. Poe spent so many years of his life wishing he wasn’t so far from his dad, wishing he could just run to him whenever he wanted to instead of settling for a phone call. But that never stopped him from seeking out comfort from Kes Dameron.

The first question he asks once Poe greets him is, “What’s wrong, Poe?” Looks like nothing escapes his dad’s notice. Is he that transparent? It must be the years of experience dealing with his constant moods over the phone. Poe sighs, rubbing his temples with his free hand.

“Nothing. It’s just, there’s just a lot going on,” he answers. “How are you?” Kes recognizes the weariness in his son’s voice right away. It isn’t the first time he’s hearing it. 

“I’m fine, just had lunch,” Kes begins to tell him about his day then quickly launches into a story about how a few people from his work covered his coworker’s car with post-it notes as a prank a few days ago.

His voice feels like a warm embrace in the unforgiving cold. Suddenly Poe is taken back to his childhood home, sitting by the fireplace watching with rapt attention as his father spun tales about anything and everything.

In his presence, nothing could harm him. Nothing could stand against Kes Dameron’s dogged determination to make his loved ones happy. The events of his day slowly become a distant memory in Poe’s mind as he laughs along with his dad.

“Better now?” Kes asks after a while.

“Yeah, thanks dad,” He did feel better.

“You still don’t wanna talk about it?”

“Not right now, no,” Maybe not ever, he thinks. Would it be so bad to just forget about everything?

“I’m here if there’s anything you need, okay?” Kes offers. His words bring a smile to Poe’s face.

“I know dad, I love you,” Not the worse day. He’s had worse before, he was fine.

Beebee nudges his feet as he hangs up, bored of playing with stray twigs by himself. Or maybe he was just cold. Poe lifts the corgi onto his lap, tucking him into his jacket, his head adorably jutting out. Beebee headbutts him on the chin.

“Looks like I need a shave, huh?” Poe asks him. “Actually, I think I’m gonna let it grow out a bit more,” He says, running his palm over his face, the light stubble grazing against his palm. Beebee looks up at him, tilting his head to one side as if he was pondering it.

“You think that’s a good idea?” Beebee lets out a small yip in response. “Yeah? Okay, then. I guess we’re growing a beard,”

—-

Poe never texted you after. It had been a few days since the kiss you really wanted to forget about but couldn’t. But you still needed to talk to Poe. You didn’t want to avoid him forever, neither could you pretend like nothing happened especially after running out of the house like that. You figured that he’d want to meet you some other time but he never texted again. 

You think about asking Rey about him when she comes over in a few minutes. She’d help you. But you’d have to tell her about kissing Poe, assuming Poe hadn’t already told the two of them, which seemed impossible. 

You use the remaining few minutes to tidy up a few things around the house, trying not to think too hard about anything. It was just Rey, she is your friend, she will help you. 

At the sound of the doorbell, Jessika springs up from her seat to get to the door. “Rey!” You hear them enthusiastically embrace, having not seen each other since the new year's party.

“We getting pizza, or do you guys want something else?” You ask and you get a chorus of agreement as a reply.

“I got us some wine,” Rey grins, pulling out two bottles from her bag.

Two hours and two large pizzas later, the three of you sit squeezed together in the couch, a movie droning in the background that none of you pays attention to. The alcohol draws more giggles from you as you sip wine from ceramic mugs, well into the second bottle by the time you finish your dinner.

Jessika animatedly recounts the story of how she saw the most attractive person in the world in the coffee shop that morning. Having already heard that particular story always twice, your attention slips away to your earlier dilemma. The wine certainly boosts your confidence ‘cause you’re sure you never would’ve gotten the words out if you were sober, but you dive headfirst into the question without any warning.

“Did Poe, um, tell you anything about the other night?” You hesitantly ask her just as Jessika finishes her story, absentmindedly picking at a thread on the blanket. “You know when you were at the dentist and I came over?”

“Before you say anything, I need to tell you that Poe broke up with Sarah weeks ago,” Rey interrupts you before you start on a downward spiral talking a million miles per hour. She’s glad you brought it up, because how was she supposed to ask you if you kissed her childhood best friend/ roommate?

You remain eerily silent for the while after whispering an oh at the revelation. Weeks ago? Long before he kissed you. Why didn’t he just tell you that? Oh, wait, because you ran out of the house after that and avoided him. You certainly owe him an apology.

Normally Rey is content sitting back and watching the drama unfold in people’s lives around her. But this was two people she really cares about, running circles around each other. Technically, meddling is justified if the parties involved were both dumbasses, right? And the only possible way to do that was to throw all the facts out in the open, hoping it would clear some things for you and at the same time try not exposing Poe too much.

“The guys saw you and Ben the other day at the diner. They had to leave before they could say hi, though,” Rey tells you.

“Oh,” That was something you didn’t expect her to say. “You know Ben?” You ask voicing out the first question in your mind.

“Yeah, he’s Poe’s godmother’s son,”

“Oh!” You suddenly exclaim. “He is Ben. It’s the same person! Ben Solo is Leia Organa’s son?” Rey nods laughing at your surprise. “I didn’t think he was that Ben, you know because they don’t have the same last name,”

“Are you dating him?” She asks.

“What? No. We’re just friends,”

“She’s not dating Ben, she’s meant to be with Poe!” Jessika cries out, dramatically flopping over the backrest

“Shut up, Jess,” you groan as Rey joins her, cackling. A thought hits you from nowhere all of a sudden. One you don’t like all that much.

“Does Poe think I’m with Ben?” Rey answers with a high-pitched, drawn-out, ‘maaaaybe?’ and you want to crash your head against the greasy pizza box. “I’m too sober for this,” You settle for draining the remaining wine from your cup instead.

“Why do they hate each other that much anyway?” You ask after a while. Sure, Poe mentioned some childhood animosity between him and Ben. But it looked like it was much more than that.

“Oh honey, you need more wine for that,” Jessika pours more into your cup, refilling hers and Rey’s as well. Of course, Jess would know. You would’ve asked if you weren’t too busy trying to stomp down your feelings for Poe.

“Sarah cheated on Poe with Ben,” Rey casually responds.

You splutter into your cup, almost choking on the liquid. “What?” Rey nods solemnly.

That was just great. Now you have to explain to the guy you like that you are not dating the guy whom his ex cheated on him with. And Ben. What was he thinking?

“How did that happen?” You ask.

“Well, it was early in their relationship,” Rey shrugs. “She convinced Poe not to dump her sorry ass after that,”

“Jesus,” You breathe. No wonder everyone hates her so much. “Oh god, what do I do now?”

---

“Stop that,” Snap nudges Poe who ignored him and continues to click his pen incessantly against his notebook. “You’re fucking annoying, what’s the matter with you today?” Poe tosses his pen on the table.

“It’s nothing,” He replies half heartedly. Snap knows that isn’t the case. He knew the last time his mood was this sour. But he was no longer dating Sarah, so...

“Is it Ben again?” Poe’s eyes immediately flicks up to the man in question sitting a few rows before him, shooting a withering glare to the back of his head. That is answer enough for Snap.

“What did he do this time?” The question comes from behind Poe this time as Kare leans forward between the two of them.

“It’s none of your business, Kare,” Snap tries to shoo her away. “And you two should pay attention, I’m not sharing my notes with you again,”

“Shut up, I’m not talking to you,” She waves him off, directing her attention back to Poe as Snap rolls his eyes at her. Poe angles himself to face her as he tells them both about what he saw at the diner. 

“That doesn’t really mean she like him, right? She kissed you,” Snap interrupts.

“I thought you were paying attention to the lecture?” Kare snaps at him.

“Shut up, I’m not talking to you,” Children, Poe thinks.

“She was wearing his jacket,” He continues, ignoring their bickering. “And she blew me off to go get lunch with him,” he shrugs. “It adds up,”

“Do ya’ll mind? Some of us come here to study,” Hux sharply interrupts from beside him, looking down his nose at the three of them. Signature sneer on his pasty face.

“Sorry Hugs,” Poe drawls, turning to the front.

He manages a few productive minutes of actually paying attention before his phone chimes in his pocket earning another glare from Hux. He rolls his eyes, pulling his phone from his pocket to switch it to silent. Then the notification catches his eyes. You texted him. Curiosity gets the best of him and he opens it.

Hey, sorry I couldn’t make It for lunch the other day. Would you like to go today?

Did he want to anymore? He had half a mind to blow you off. That may be a little petty but it definitely sounded appealing. Poe places his phone back in his pocket. He’ll just text you after class.

—-

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