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kismetlotts · 8 months ago

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Kinktober 🎃 day nine: Cheating!

cw: cheating, dubcon, noncon, mentions on rape, open relationships? (Johnny and Simon share), rough sex, mentions of blood, mentions of saliva, fingering, oral sex on reader, bruising, voyeurism, ‘don’t get caught’ trope, ignorance, degrading names such as ‘whore’, vocal Simon, creampie, mentions of having a child

Simon and Johnny who are so used to sharing each other’s little toys: their own girlfriends. It’s a weird bond that brings the two of them together. It’s sick and fucking perverted but it’s something to talk about when the weather turns cold and on a mission.

Sipping on their drinks as they recharge their batteries mumbling a, 'Remember so and so?’ getting a ‘Yeah, they were a good fuck.' in response.

It was more than likely one of the reason why the two blokes struggled with keeping their girlfriends. Most of them rejecting and breaking up with them when they’d bring it up because what woman who was looking for a family, a life, love, would want to fuck their boyfriend’s best friend? Or be tampered with?

The two of them had grown a lot of respect and loyalty for each other from this little routine. A ridiculous amount when you put it against how much respect they gained from each other at war. Protecting one and others lives, killing for each other, just doesn't help the same than sharing some good pussy. Weird logic that not even they understood but with all said, they were tight, close.

So when Johnny got his hands on you, a pretty little thing that refused to fuck until the third date he knew not only was he in danger, but you were. He knew how much Simon would ruin you, take that precious little hole of yours and stuff you so deep you'd feel it for days. Johnny just fucking knew it would happen and when you'd finally let him inside, invited him into your heavenly cunt- he couldn’t let him steal you.

Too delicate and light for Simons heavy way with sex.

"So when's my turn?" The gruff, masked man would ask Johnny. Conversation of you being brought up and the words just tumbled from the cracks of his lips. Normality and need seeping through his tone because as it was such a statement in his and Johnny's relationship, he’d think no other way.

Not once would he even consider the possibility of Johnny turning around and refusing, saying no. Telling him that your pussy- your body- is just for him. Claiming you against his own kind. Barricading and locking you away from him in his designed cell of greed.

It wasn’t going to end well, Johnny was sure of it, so with an awkward laugh and the rub of his neck he spun around facing him, eyes catching Simons through the mask before clearing his throat. Words coming across shakier than intended because he wasn't intimidated by Simon, more fretful of what he’d do knowing that you were off limits.

"Actually, lass is a good' ne. Think she might be a keeper Si." Silence filling the room for about five seconds, the slow click of the clock on the wall the only audible thing. Simons gaze not changing once and it killed Johnny, bugged him harder than a kick to the teeth.

Everything about him yearning to know what Simons brain was thinking or what he was planning, wanting to reach out and shake him, beg him to back off. They were getting old now, it was bound to be called off at some point- when they properly wanted to settle down and have kids and a family, right?

"Oh really?" His accent and words a monotone warning but Johnny was so flushed with relief that he hadn’t exploded and raged at him, his ears missed it. Missed the way his blinks slowed, analysing the man in front of him. Missed the way Simons personally and mindset changed. New thoughts drowning his head so hard he forced out exhales to think straight. Did he think he was better than him? More deserving of your body than gruff ol’ Simon over here? Worthier?

He was fucking seething, the metallic taste in his mouth potent as he bit his tongue, refraining to tell Johnny to go fuck himself, stand up and find you. Go track you down and make you cry both of their names just so he can hear which one sounds better or which one turns him on more.

Moaning your boyfriend’s name so loudly while his friend hits that one part. Choking out, crying out for Mactavish as your eyes roll back, tongue drooping out the side of your lips too. He’d be a liar to say his dick wasn't twitching at the thought.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry Simon-" But he was already shaking his head, hand waving him off with a sly smirk on his face as he told him no worries! Told him that's its alright and that he completely understands. Barely moving an inch the rest of the night as he came up with plans on what he's going to do to you. What he did in fact do to you.

Face down in yours and Johnny’s double bed. Panties damp with your cum from how many times Simon had already made you orgasm, shirt wet with tears and saliva. Rubbing your clit so harshly and fast your body trembled at every little touch. The fine line between touching and fucking, abuse and rape being blurred but you craved it. You longed for it, days of wishing and wondering when he’d come back to please you again.

He’d force your legs apart, holding you by the ankles while he ate like a mad man. Devouring you messily, the noises sounding like a fucking porn movie. Ruining your makeup, your sheets, your body. You couldn’t look Johnny in the eye when he got on all fours, kissing your thigh and humming against the soft skin while asking how you’d got another bruise.

Day and night- when Johnny's downstairs and when he's away. He'd have you begging to stop, pleading him to let you go before you’d lose yourself. His thrusts silencing you, cries turning to moans back to cries to screams of joy- it was mesmerising and so fucking bad of him.

“Oh shut up, babe. You know you want me.” He’d grunt, eyes shutting as he took you in again and again. Eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and ignorance for your cries. Knowing it was only a matter of time before you gave in again, joining him and thrusting back against his cock.

What made it worse was the moans that came from this man. Johnny was never vocal- never vocal enough for you but Simon sounded almost in tears. Each thrust like he’s on the brink of orgasm, you felt so good he couldn’t stay quiet- he didn’t want to.

His favourite memory was when he snuck into your window, almost kicking the stupid Halloween decorations Johnny had put up outside on his way up. The sky pitch black and your bedroom likewise but he could see you in his night vision goggles, sneaking behind you as you changed out of your clothes getting ready for bed.

Bending you over the bedframe, peeling down your panties and thrusting into you for a quickie. The sound of Johnny's electric toothbrush coming from the bathroom one room away only adding to his excitement. He could step in any minute by now, luckily from the darkness Simon had an advantage and most likely enough time to hide if he wanted to. If he wanted to leave your pussy.

Gloved fingers slipped into your mouth for you to suck or bite. Anything to help silence your moans. It excited him the fact that Johnny could find him, Johnny could catch him and realise all this time he though you were safe and committed to him you’d gone behind his back. His precious little girl who actually is just a dirty whore. A dirty whore who lets her hole be used. By men she doesn’t even know.

He wonders what you do when Johnny brings him up in conversation, I mean, he figures you haven't spilt the beans to him yet so do you just laugh and nod on along? Hearing his name, acting like you don't know his touch or how his tongue feels. Pretending he's a stranger, just some stranger who's dick is drilled into your memory. He doesn't fuck like Johnny, he's bigger than him, hits all the places that Johnny can’t. You can never get Simon out of your mind.

Filling you up with his cum and laughing deeply at himself. He's got to be careful with it- what if you two were trying for a baby? That would be a shock, wouldn’t it? Gorgeous little kid coming out looking just like Simon- Simons eyes, Simons hair; a little mini Simon left all for you to raise.

Maybe Johnny would be too thick to realise, too slow to pick up on why his son looks so much like his best friend- that the son he’d always wanted actually belong to Simon. Oh fucking hell, he was a dark deluded arsehole- who thinks like this? Slipping back out of the window and shutting it the same time as Johnny walked into the room.

Large soft body crawling on top of you and pushing you further into the bed. Lips attacking your sensitive neck as his already hard cock slips its way inside of your warm, creampied folds. The darkness hiding all the evidence and leaving him to believe it’s just how wet you are for him. How needy and desperate you are for him.

Blissfully unaware that the wetness lubing his cock up, letting him fuck you with ease and making him feel so hot and so good, was no other than his best friends cum. Dribbling out your hole and onto your thigh as he picks up the pace.

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mochinomnoms · 10 months ago

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Two's Company, Three's a Crowd, and Six is a Riot

i. thievin’, stealin’, takin’ what’s not yours

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i. thievin’, stealin’, takin’ what’s not yours

Listen to: "Taking What's Not Yours" and "Lovers Rock" by TV Girl

After learning who your friend Hornton really was, people would expect you to be a bit more formal with him.

After all, they could excuse your lax demeanor and loose words with him due to your unfamiliarity with the Wonderland’s political and royal spectrum.

But now knowing exactly who is the Malleus Draconia, the heir prince of Briar Valley, did not stop you, and quite frankly no one should be surprised.

You were his friend, first and foremost, and Malleus believed that fact with all his heart. You both did have to admit that it was very funny seeing everyone’s reactions to your casualness and affections to each other.

Though Malleus was much more reserved compared to you, anyone with eyes and a single functioning brain cell could see that he was ever so gentle with you.

He hung on to your every word like it was rapture, fascinated with your stories of home and humans, even if you weren’t like the humans of his world.

Especially because you weren’t like the humans of his world.

In turn, you were attentive to him, ensuring that you spent your time with him to the fullest. Maybe it was because he was your friend, or maybe you also knew what it was like to be lonely, but you loved outings with him.

It could be nightly walks in the woods near Ramshackle, it could be sharing a new flavor of ice cream with the same spoon, or it could be the words that only you two and the stars over the Diasomnia dorm shared.

In any case, you two were most endeared to each other.

It’s why no one was surprised anymore as you hanged off his arm as you two and Grim walked to his next class. It was actually quite comical, the way you swing your arms together, hands clasped, as you talked his ear off about your last class.

And from the small upward twitches of his ears and the small smile on his face, Malleus was absolutely basking in your attention. And amused by the swinging.

“And then I was like, ‘no Ace, I told you to not put the nightshade in the potion you chuckle-fuck, it’s gonna turn into goo’ but he was all like,” You mocked Ace’s voice as you continued, ‘I’m the one with the magic, so I’m the one that knows what they hell they’re doing’”

You were laughing as you told the story, the corner of your eyes crinkling. You both ignored the looks of students walking past you, giving you (Malleus, mostly) a wide berth of space. Once even gave you a look as they noticed your hands together.

“Then, like I told him, it turned into goop, right before a big ol’ bubble formed and popped all over him! He was covered in green, it was hilarious.”

A soft snort left you as you covered your mouth to quiet your laughter. The swinging relaxed,as you climbed up the steps to the castle. Malleus tilted his head, eyes softening as you looked at Grim padding to your right, rambling as well.

“Nyah! That big dumb-dumb is always underestimating me, I only pick the best of the best for my henchmen!”

“Snrk—you tell ‘em, Grim.” You gave Malleus an amused look, gesturing for him to lean in closer to whisper, “He also wanted to put the nightshade in the mix, by the way.”

Chuckling and straightening to his full height, your friend’s smile faded into something more concerned, eyeing Grim, who decided to speed up and pad up the steps by twos.

“While it is ideal that nothing more happened, perhaps you should encourage your companions to exercise more caution, I’d rather not hear from a third party of your harm if something were to happen.”

You felt his hand in yours tighten, tugging to closer to his side as he gave you a stern look.

“I know that you aren’t afraid of me. But with all the troubles you seem to get into…I’m starting to become afraid…of losing you.”

You think you could feel your breath hitch and a warmth flood your face, as you looked away, flustered at the fuzzy feeling in your chest. Instead, you turned your gaze back to Grim to watch as he hopped between rectangle to rectangle, avoiding the lines.

“You worry too much! I got Grim!” You cupped a hand over your mouth and called out, “Right Grim?”

“Huh? Yeah! Whatever you say, I’m the Great Grim!”

Both of you choked a laugh as he tripped over a rock and fell on his face. Finally letting go of Malleus’s hand (you missed the way he flexed his hand from the missing warmth) and jogging to your now whining direbeast.

“Owie!! (Naaaaame)! I’ve been fatally injured! Tend to me, henchhuman!”

You scooped up Grim, who was licking his wrist like a wounded kitten. Turning back to Malleus, you gave him an apologetic smile and gestured towards the main castle doors with your head.

“We have a lot of time until class, so I’m going to go to the infirmary just to make sure he isn’t actually hurt.”

“Hey!”

Malleus nodded in understanding, using a curled finger to pet the top of Grim’s head, who begrudgingly leaned in to the touch.

“Of course, I should get to my own classroom, I’d hate to be late.”

“Hornton, it’s like 45 minutes until class starts.”

“Exactly, I have such little time to make it to the room. My seat might be taken.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that most people wouldn’t show up until 5 or so minutes before class.

“What do you even have that makes ya want to show up so early?” Grim questioned, not particularly aware of the way you were cradling him like a baby.

Malleus’s eyes glinted in amusement as he gave Grim a polite smile.

“It’s an advanced Ancient Magic course, and though I find myself already familiar with most of the topics we cover, today we are discussing looking glasses.”

You and Grim both made a confused noise, tilting your head in opposite directions.

“Like, a mirror?”

Shaking his head, Malleus looked unusually eager to explain the concept.

“Not exactly, though they are a type of magic mirror. A looking glass is a tool used to view one's potential futures. It requires a ritual to turn a regular mirror into a tool and is rather difficult.”

You could feel Grim’s tail whip against you in excitement as you both listened eagerly.

“Only the most powerful of mages can successfully complete the ritual, and only lasts for 72 hours before the glass shatters beyond repair. I am particularly interested in using it to—”

“I’M POWERFUL! I WANNA TRY IT TOO!”

Grim jumped from your arms into a surprised Malleus, his ‘injury’ apparently healed at the thought of being able to complete a complicated and powerful spell.

“Let me join the class! The Great Grim can’t wait for two more years to try it out! Please, please, pleeeeeease!”

“Grim! Don’t bother Hornton with such silly—”

“I suppose it wouldn’t be a bother to have you two assist me.” Malleus hummed, tapping a finger to his lips as he held Grim from the scruff of his neck, dropping him back in your arms.

“I usually find myself without a partner in this class, I would greatly enjoy the company.”

Grim squirmed excitedly in your arms, grasping your cheeks and squeezing as he jumped excitedly.

“Come on henchhuman! We can skip homeroom! It’s not like we’re missing anything, it turns into study hall anyways! Can we go? Pleeeeease?”

He would hate it if you called him cute out loud, but Grim was such a cute little guy sometimes.

“Mm, I guess we can…but only if we actually get to do stuff,” You wrinkled your nose in frustration. “Last time we joined 3rd year classes, Leona just used me to hide behind and nap, and the other time Vil kept taking stuff out of my hands instead of letting me do stuff.”

Malleus chuckled, affectionately ruffling your hair.

“Of course, I always value you and your words, my little beastie.”

Hmm, ‘little beastie’ is a new one.

You tapped your fingers against the desk, lazily skimming the book Malleus had left you to review as he was pulled away by the professor into the hallway.

The professor had muttered something about missing housewarden meetings, and you're pretty sure you saw a glimpse of Riddle’s bright hair at the door before it closed.

Riddle and Vil’s been complaining that Hornton hasn’t shown up to most of the meetings this year, maybe Riddle actually came to collect him this time.

At the thought of the two, you moved your hand up to fiddle with the tie around your next and smacked your lips, the raspberry flavored lip oil briefly meeting your tongue.

The tie had been Riddle’s, even still had the little crown on the left side, when he fussed over the raggy state of your old one. He’d insisted that he had plenty and showed you how he tied the bow with a red flush in his cheeks. Very cute, but you’d never say that to his face.

Vil’s lip oil you’re pretty sure was a pity gift, something he was sent in a PR package. He told you he wasn’t a fan of flavored lip products, but still needed to do a review of the products he’d been sent. Thus, Vil used you as a test dummy for his video review, leaving your lips feeling raw and dry from being constantly rubbed clean by make up wipes. Though, he told you to keep that specific oil, and said it suited your skin tone.

Now that you really think about it, a lot of the students had been rather…you don’t know. Doting? Sweet? Ever so slightly less mean to you as of late?

Especially the ones who overblotted this last few months.

You’re pretty sure you’ve been getting pity gifts, even they can feel guilty of all the trouble they’d put you in.

Some you’re pretty sure was just their way of paying you off without explicitly saying, “Look I’m sorry I almost killed you, but you're stupid for getting involved as a magicless student and I feel bad now take this.”

Idia had taken your cheap phone that Crowley gave you and upgraded it so that it had more functionality to it that wasn’t just sending an S.O.S. signal to your friends. He’d even put it in a clear case that held a dangling blue skull charm, which swung against you when it was in your pocket.

Leona tossed you one of his made beaded bracelets after you’d complained about Crowley cutting your funding again, leaving you with little to use for repairs and food. He told you to sell it or something and to shut up, as he was trying to take a nap. Never mind that it was your couch he’d decided to sleep on and not one of his usual spots around campus. In any case, it looked nice on your wrist, and it was good for a rainy day in case you did have to sell it.

Azul had also offered you a bracelet a while back, a very pretty lilac one that he told you was made of sea glass. You were wary to take anything from Azul in fear that he’d find a way to put you in debt. Very valid in your opinion, but it literally got shoved onto your wrist when Floyd held you down and Jade slipped in on with a smile. Apparently it had a protection spell tied to it, as Azul mentioned that you were overly prone to chaos. All it cost you was him checking in once a week to see how it held up, you think maybe to sell more in the future?

At least Jamil’s silk wrap wasn’t forcibly shoved into you, though you didn’t appreciate his comments on how unruly your hair was in the mornings. You told him that it wasn’t your fault that water at Ramshackle sucked and that you did your best! It wasn’t enough according to him, and he helped you wrap your hair into the silk cloth to protect it against the elements. While he’d originally suggested that you use it to sleep in, you’d taken to using it for everyday wear, using it as a wrap, as a bandana, even as a headband. Jamil sometimes looked both pleased and frustrated at the sight.

Pity gifts, you’re sure.

Ace thought otherwise, though, he and Epel teased you constantly about it. How ‘soft’ and ‘sweet’ they were to you, how you should take advantage and flirt back with them to get a well-off boyfriend out of them.

No matter how much you insisted that it wasn’t like that, none of your friends believe you. Even Deuce and Jack seemed to doubt your explanations, though Sebek at least stayed out of it.

Ortho was the worst of them, though. “I’ve noticed that at times, their heart rates increase when they’re around you, so Ace might have a point!” which was quickly followed up with, “But you focus on Idia, he’s the most ideal!”

Then it turned into a whole thing of them arguing who would be the best or worst boyfriend for you to get with. Why they were invested in your nonexistent love life, you don’t know, probably boredom and a need to gossip.

You sighed, eyeing one of the sigils in the book in front of you. Grim was looking at another book, surprisingly focused on reading the words on the pages.

“Hmph, I don’t get any of this, when is Hornton coming back! I’m getting bored, it’s too hard to understand!”

Pouting, Grim slumped against the desk and made a soft, whiny sigh.

“Henchhuman, tell me you found something interesting?”

Thumbing through the book in front of you, you noticed a rather fascinating sigil accompanied by some foreign writing along the edges.

It looked a lot like the magic mirror, though the edges were reminiscent of vines and the inside of the sigil looked cracked, like someone smashed the mirror with a hammer. Surrounding the image was an intricate cursive, it looked like some fae script.

“Hmm, this one looks cool. Think you can read that?”

Grim eyed the page you were on, ears perking up as he noticed the infographics on the right. It looked like a visual guide on how to complete the ritual on a mirror.

“Oh, can I draw that! I wanna try by myself! We don’t need Hornton!” Grim pushed the small handheld mirror that the students had as part of the class assignment.

“Do it!”

“What? No Grim, these aren’t our materials. Wait for him to come back and ask if you can practice.”

You snatched the mirror away from Grim’s paws, tucking it underneath a different book, and then resting your elbow on top for extra measure.

“Just wait Grim.”

Not unlike a child not getting their way, he stomped his foot and started throwing a tantrum.

“I wanna do it! Let me do it! Lemme! Lemmelemmelemmelemmelemmelemme—”

“—Oh. My. God. If I let you draw and practice on my hand, will you quiet down?”

The small creature pouted, eyeing the open palm you offered.

“...But the book says I need a mirror…”

“Well, the book doesn’t buy and serve you tuna, does it?” You snapped back, raising your brows and moving your hand closer. “Now, I’ll help you practice, but not with Hornton’s materials. Who knows how expensive or rare they are.”

With an indignant sigh and a roll of his eyes, Grim plopped himself on the desk and took your hand in his paws.

“Fine. Gimme a pen!”

You smiled, shuffling through your pen case to look for something he could use.

“Hmm, I only got pencils and a permanent marker…meh, whatever.”

Handing Grim a black marker, and him eagerly taking it and scribbling the sigil, you stared around the classroom, dazing off.

The class was already sparse, and you’re pretty sure Vil, Leona, and Idia were meant to be here too, so that made it feel even more empty. Though…the last two probably wouldn’t have even shown up.

Rook was here, though, conversing with his own class partner as they gestured over their own mirror and textbooks. Nothing escaped his attention, though, as he looked up and noticed you staring almost immediately.

He gave you a close eye smile and wave, before noticing Grim drawing on your hand and tilting his head in curiosity.

You shrugged and mouthed out the page you two were on. Rook took a moment to flip to the page you were on, confusing his partner. Watching in mild interest, Grim let out a little triumphant sound, drawing your attention once again.

“Finished! I’m so great at drawing!” You’ll give him the benefit of the doubt since your skin wasn’t flat like a mirror, but it barely passed for the sigil in the book.

“Great job, Grim, now practice your pronunciation.”

“Okie-dokie!”

Grim still held your palm in his paws, reading off the

“G-ge d'afr-fr-frm-ah-ys hmrian…od…sarl…lo-loysalri-que—no—cu cast!”

You chuckled as Grim struggled to pronounce the words, not paying attention to the sudden squeaking of a chair.

“Turn xiyaurrrr…day-na-r-yo…su liie xi-yie vast! Reflect col rricu…wyn-sash’s? Uh, wynsas’s, weli today…”

Rook calling out your name startled you, turning your head to see him urgently rushing to you.

“But loyricu—wait.” Grim looked back at the book and squinted at the pages. “No, it’s the other paragraph…

By now, you noticed that several of your accessories, along with the sigil, had started glowing in different colors, though Grim was none the wiser. Rook certainly was.

“Trickster, Monsieur Fuzzball! Don’t!”

“It’s fine, I got this! Imma start over!” Grim cleared his throat, bringing your palm even closer as he restarted his incantation.

“Wait, Grim—”

“Ge d'afrmays hmrianod sarl loysalricu cast. Turn xiyaur daynaryo su liie xiyie vast. Reflect col rricu wynsas’s weli suday. But ssarie die to what xiyie fsaadc biercvmirian!”

The glowing intensified, lines of cracks starting to appear from the sigil and up your arm, you even think the room started shaking.

“W-what? Henchhuman? (Name)! What’s happen—EEEEH!”

You watched helplessly as Rook scooped Grim up, calling out to the others, “Evacuate, NOW!”

He gave you an apologetic look, running out of the room with a crying and thrashing Grim in hand, following the other students out.

Dread filled your veins, a heavy feeling on your chest and shakes going down your body as you watched the cracks continue forming up your arms onto the rest of your body.

Scrambling to follow the others, you tripped over your own chair, pain going up your knee as you jabbed it against one of the legs. Nothing but adrenaline fueling you, you clambered to the door and tried pulling it open, pulling, pulling, and pulling until you realized.

You were locked in the room

Through the small window, you could see the small group of students turn into a crowd, everyone watching in horror, but unable to look away, as the cracks slowly grew up your neck.

You banged on the door and pulled, screaming at everyone to let you out.

“HELP ME! STOP STARING AND HELP! PLEASE, PLEASE!!”

You could feel your throat strain against the stress you were putting them under, tears streaming down your face as you saw the housewardens enter the hallway, drawn in by the yelling and crowd.

Riddle was shouting something you could barely make out, eyes flickering over to you briefly before he realized something was happening. He paled, shouting something at the others near him and pointing at you.

Pain was blooming from where the cracks formed, the glowing growing and turning your skin a dazzling shade of blue, like a crystal.

You continued banging on the window, watching as the other housewardens made their way to the door to pull it open.

Even Idia was hovering in the back, unsure of what to do himself. Kalim was pressed up closest to the glass, his own tears growing as he watched the spell take over your features.

You could feel your skin breaking, cracks finally formed over your lips.

Vil had turned to yell at the group, specifically at Rook, who had actually taken to arguing back at him, the former’s hand waving and gesturing at you. Azul and Riddle were at Kalim’s sides, arguing with each other on what to do.

Your left eye burned in pain as it was briefly blinded by blue until it turned dark.

The three sophomores were suddenly shoved out of the way onto a pile on the ground as Leona came into view, followed by Malleus on his right.

“Hornton! Malleus, MALLEUS HELP ME!”

You watched as Leona raised his left hand, his mouth uttering something as glowing yellow sand formed in his palm. He was using his signature spell.

Unfortunately, it was for naught.

The last crack finally formed over your right eye, the last thing you saw was Malleus’s grief stricken face as your vision turned blue, then black.

Then, it all went silent.

He could still feel the harsh light on his retinas, dots dancing in his vision, even when he closed them. Malleus looked down at the handful of students he’d covered under his arm, hunched over them in protection. His own body moved before he did.

The three beneath him were curled together, hands over their heads and eyes squeezed shut. One peaked an eye open up at him and squeaked at our close they were to him.

“U-um, thank you, Prince Draconia, sir…”

Malleus nodded his head, then snapped his head over at a shrieking Grim in Hunt’s arms.

“LET ME GO! LET ME GO! (NAME)! (NAME)! I WANNA SEE (NAAAAAAME)!”

The little one was sobbing as he thrashed and swiped at Hunt’s arms, the latter flinching as a claw dug into his cheek.

“Monsieur Fuzzball! S'il te plaît, calm down! You must understand, you would’ve been burned if you were still in the room!”

Burned.

An impending sense of doom filled Malleus’s chest, foreign and heavy, as he rapidly stood and turned to the door you’d just been screaming through.

Moments ago, he could see the fear and pleading in your eyes, pale blue cracks growing on your form as you begged him to help. You begged, pleaded, and cried for him, and he was too late to do anything. Now, only a white, dusty fog was in your place, shrouding his view into the room

The other students in the hall were now slowly getting back up. Schoenheit had done the same as he did with a few students near him, while his three younger housewardens had curled into each other, still in a pile on the floor.

Shroud had been in the back of the group, cowering behind a blue panel of hexagons sprouting from his floating skull contraption, with some students behind him.

Kingscholar was closest to the door, part of which was slowly turning into sand as he was hunched on the ground, hands over his eyes as he rapidly blinked. Tears were flowing from the corners, no doubt from the strain the sudden flash had caused.

“Tck, my damn eyes… Someone…go check on the damn herbivore…fuck! I can’t see!”

A yowl and a cry of pain caught Malleus’s attention as Grim finally dug his canines into Hunt’s hand, making the human drop him.

“(Name)!”

The little one ran into the foggy room through the gap Kingscholar’s spell was causing as Malleus tried following him, though another cry made him pause.

“Ow! What the—Grim?”

“…(Name)?”

Your voice! It was you! You were okay! Never mind that it sounded different, sounded…older. It was you, and you were okay! Malleus breathed a sigh of relief, hovering over the door to wait for enough space for him to squeeze through.

He couldn’t teleport now, he had no clue what spell went off or how it would react to another spell going off so soon.

“Ooh, Grim!” You spoke again, softer though…you sounded off. “Grim, you’re so small…”

“I forgot how small you used to be! Like a little baby~”

“Grimmy, have you been crying—ah! …Hell…o?”

“…Hi? What’s going on, why am I—”

“Why is it so foggy in here, I can barely see—oh! I like your shawl!”

“Oh, thank you! Um, do you—any of you—know what’s going on?”

“Nope!”

You spoke…multiple of you spoke? What?

“You! Go get the headmage and nurse! I…don’t…know what’s happening with the Prefect…” Riddle barked at one of the students, voice faltering as he stared at the rapidly disintegrating door with confusion.

“Y-yes Housewarden!”

Most of the students followed suit, chasing after their friends until it was only the housewardens and Hunt left.

Malleus finally had a gap large enough for him to fit, bowing his head to enter before a gray ball of fur rammed into his stomach. Grim must have been barreling out of there like an arrow flying from a bow, because it actually caused a bit of pain.

“EEEEEK! THERE’S A BUNCH OF WEIRDOS IN THERE!!! THEY’RE COPYING MY HENCHHUMAN, SOMEONE TELL THEM TO GIVE (NAME) BACK!”

Everyone made various sounds of confusion, except for Kingscholar, who was still rubbing his eyes and growled.

“What are you talking about, you little furball?”

“Go look for yourself!”

Malleus and the others shared a look, Asim helping Kingscholar from up the floor and inching closer to the door, now practically gone.

The others did the same, cautiously approaching the door and entering the room. It was empty at first glance, at least where you’d been. The fog was clearing out now, flowing out of an open window, a figure…no two…three…four…six? Standing by it.

“There, that ought to—gasp.”

Bright green eyes met with your familiar ones, one of you staring at the group as the other five looked out the window and quietly conversed.

Malleus and the others froze, as did the six, Hunt muttering something in amazement under his breath, staring as if any sudden movement would set someone off.

“Guys, guys!” The…(Name)s staring at them, adorned in silk that reminded him of the clothes he wore while at the Scalding Sands, smacked the other five, making them turn.

Now that the fog was almost completely cleared, Malleus could properly see the group.

It was indeed you…just older, maybe the same age as Sam? Each one looked a bit different though, some of you had your hair longer, some in an up-do. Some more chubby than others, others more lean, and your clothes.

The one in the Scalding Sands silks moved closer to the middle of the classroom, allowing space for the other six to approach as well. One of you was dressed in what Malleus was positive was in the royal garb from Sunset Savana. Another one was in some sort of suit, similar style to what Crewel wore, while one in an elegant one piece that shimmered with each movement, ears adorned with jewels. One was in loose, but silky clothing, pearls adoring their neck, and the last behind them was dressed in a dark gray uniform, with the S.T.Y.X. logo on their left.

No matter which one of you he looked at though, you were all breathtakingly beautiful.

“Oh my god!” The one in the suit gasped, hands covering their mouth. Your look one of…delight? “Riddle? Is that you?”

Malleus’s group was still frozen, some of the younger ones flinching at your cry. Rosehearts, at the sound of his name, approached, straightening and taking a few steps forward.

“Yes, um, (Name), is that—”

Malleus could hear what he presumed was the headmage and nurse approaching, their footsteps echoing against stone steps, at least until suit you squealed again and came rushing at Rosehearts.

“I forgot how much of a baby-face you had, and how short you were! Come here!!”

You practically scooped Riddle into your arms, the heeled ankle boots on your feet giving you even more advantage. Speaking of the devil, Rosehearts had a spectacularly brilliant shade of red on this face, his two strands of hair standing straight up.

Whether it was due to rage, embarrassment, or fluster as you nuzzled a cheek against his forehead, Malleus wasn’t sure.

“Wha—what—how—P-PUT ME DOWN!”

Shoving ‘suit’ you off, Rosehearts stumbled backwards, shaking in anger as the six of you giggled.

“How dare—it should be off with your head for such a stunt!”

‘Suit’ you clicked your tongue, placing your hands on your hips and wagging a finger at him.

“Now Riddle, that’s no way for a husband to speak to his spouse! Or, I guess—your future spouse!”

Malleus and the others froze, as did Rosehearts, whose face went white, then back to red again.

“I—I—I—what did you say?” Rosehearts had a soft, almost meek tone now. Strange to hear from him. “S-spouse?”

‘Suit’ (Name) giggled, nodding a swooning into your hand as you spoke. “Aw~ I remember when you used to still get all flustered around me, no one could ever tell if the red meant you were mad or not!”

“Ah, speak for yourself, Idia’s would turn pink when he wanted to hold hands.” ‘S.T.Y.X.’ you laughed as Shroud made a choking sound, then a thump, to Malleus’s left. “He still sometimes does.”

“Wait, so you married Idia? I’m Vil’s partner!”

“Interesting, Azul is mine! You two are pretty easy to guess, Leona and Kalim? The clothes give it away”

“Ah, yes, for quite some time actually…”

“I’m actually married to Jamil, though I can see why you’d guess Kalim.”

The six of you laughed together, oblivious to the distress happening behind Malleus. In fact, he turned out of curiosity, and it was certainly a scene.

Shroud had presumably fainted, his fiery hair now extremely pink. Schoenheit was staring at ‘Jeweled’ you, hand clasped over his mouth as Hunt whispered into his ear. Ashengrotto was glowing a light purple from his cheeks, mouth opening and closing, attempting to say something. Kingscholar was looking at his you, the one in royal garb, but had a pained, almost sick expression as he eyed you up and down. Asim seemed to be the only one excited about the situation.

“Woah! You’re all so pretty! And I can’t believe you married Jamil! He’ll be so excited—or, well, actually—you know what? It’s fine, I’m super excited to meet you all!”

Asim smiled, hands on his hips, until he frowned and asked, “Why are there so many (Names) though?”

You six turned back to Asim and the others, exchanging looks. You all looked confused, concerned even.

“I…I don’t know. I was with Idia just a moment ago when we started growing these blue cracks on our skin. Then, suddenly, the cracks exploded and I turned up here.”

‘Jewel’ (Name) nodded, piping up. “Same, I was at a shoot with Vil when the cracks appeared, like someone was smashing a mirror, but on my skin.”

The other (Name)s nodded in agreement, ‘Suit’ you pinching at your lip as you spoke.

“I think we all were with our husbands when we got here…wait, we all have different husbands?” You gasped, flapping your hands in excitement. “Is this like a multiple timeline thing? Like Doctor Who?”

“Oh my gooood, you’re so right, it’s a Doctor Who thing.”

“I totally forgot about Doctor Who!”

“I loved Doctor Who as a kid, was your favorite episode also—oh, uh guys?” ‘Silk’ you pointed at the group of men, wincing at the various states of distress they were in. “I think they’re not processing this well. Yours fainted.”

‘Silk’ (Name) gestured to Shroud, still on the floor, as S.T.Y.X. (Name) cringed, carefully making your way to him.

“Oh, Idia? Babe? You okay? Maybe I should get Ortho over…”

Following ‘S.T.Y.X’ you’s move, the other (Name)s each approached your respective…husbands.

Malleus ignored them, moving farther into the classroom to search for his (Name), his beastie. He dropped Grim, who landed on his bottom out of surprise, making an ‘oomph’ sound.

“Owie, hey Hornton, what was that for—”

“Where are they?” Malleus could hear the thunderstorms forming outside, but he didn’t care. “Where is my Child of Man?”

Silence fell over the crowd behind him, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the foreign feeling of anxiety in his chest as all he saw before him was remnants of you on the desk you’d been sharing. A pencil bag, a notebook, a chair fallen over.

One of the other (Name)s must have approached him, their footsteps but background noise to the sounds of thunder.

“…Hornton—”

“Do NOT call me that! How DARE YOU!” green flames and smoke left his mouth as Malleus turned to rage at the person who dared to call him what his Child of Man called him. What his beastie named him. What his (Name)—

SMACK

The back of a palm met the skin of his cheek, stinging and burning in pain. He’d never…been slapped before. It shocked him.

“Don’t you yell at me like that, Hornton.” The (Name) in Sunset Savana royal garb was resting their hands at their chest, rubbing the tender skin. “I may not be the same (Name) you know, but I am still your friend, even if from another timeline. And you will treat me with the same level of respect as you would your own (Name), understand?”

Malleus stared down at ‘Savana’ you with a blank look. You had the air of a ruler, the attire, the voice. His eyes told him it was you, but…you just looked…so uncanny. It was you, but his heart knew you weren’t his (Name).

The group behind ‘Savana’ (Name) all had different expressions of concern and fear, like they were waiting for him to strike you down. Except for Kingscholar, who had a disbelieving smirk, just barely noticeable. Your face softened, though, as you sighed.

“…I’m sorry Horns, I don’t know what happened to the me that is from here. I don’t think any of us even know how or what brought us here.”

“It was a spell, mon Royal Trickster!” Hunt spoke up, eyes still on ‘Jewel’ (Name) who had taken to stand between him and Schoenheit. “Monsieur Fuzzball decided to practice a type of looking glass spell on Roi du Dragons’s Trickster! It was vraiment terrible! We had to evacuate, as the others happened to see.”

“He WHAT!” Malleus looked down at Grim, who yelped at his angry gaze and fled into ‘Suit’ (Name)’s arms,

“I didn’t know! They wouldn’t let me practice the sigil and spell on the mirror, so they told me to do it on their hand! I didn’t know! I didn’t know! I didn’t knooooow—!”

Grim began crying into ‘Suit’ (Name)’s chest, babbling apologies and wails of regret.

“Looking glass…is that why the cracks formed on our skin?” ‘S.T.YX.’ you was now fanning Shroud with your hands. “But, the same started happening to our husbands, where are they?”

“I may have an answer for that!”

The group turned their attention to Crowley, finally arriving with the nurse in tow, who immediately fell down to attend to Shroud.

“Looking glass spells usually break the mirror and reform it back using a mirror dimension to reform, allowing the user to see into the future. Very complicated, very powerful spell. I’m surprised Young Grim was able to cast a variant of it.”

“Break?” Malleus hissed, interrupted by Grim.

“V-variant?”

Crowley nodded, leaning down to study ‘Pearl’ (Name), who leaned back into Ashengrotto, the latter turning purple once again.

“Yes, if it was the normal spell, it wouldn’t have worked. Nothing would have happened! But something did, which leads me to believe that it was another one with another purpose…Young Grim, may I see what it was you were referencing?”

Grim nodded, pointing to the book at the desk you two had been at. Malleus immediately snatched the book and practically teleported in front of him and Crowley. The direbeast flinched and curled into ‘Suit’ (Name)’s arms, muttering.

“…He says it was page 176.”

Crowley nodded, looking as Malleus flipped to the pages and taking the book from him.

“Let me see….ah! I see the mistake. Grim, you silly thing, you did a different incantation! Our Prefect (Name) was shattered into the mirror dimension!”

“I KILLED THEM!? WAAAAAA—”

“Nononononono—” The headmage frantically waved his free hand, shushing Grim. “Poor choice of words. They must have had some items of personal importance to the student here and were replaced by their mirrors! It’s not unheard of, but it’s very rare for it to even be done. The good news is that all can be brought to normal!”

A wave of relief flushed Malleus, his shoulders sagging, not gone unnoticed by the other students.

“But…”

“But? But what!”

Crowley remained unfazed by Malleus’s raising voice. “I am just ever so busy, and it requires many materials and a powerful mage to cast the spells needed to bring them back, and I just didn’t get many hours of sleep—”

“Then I will assist, problem solved.”

The headmage’s shoulders slumped as he muttered, “Wonderful.” under his breath. He straightened and gave the group of (Name)s a big smile.

“In the meantime, you six can take residence in Ramshackle dorm as we fix—”

“Oh, I’d rather not. Can’t we go with our husbands? …Younger husband? …Younsbands?”

‘S.T.Y.X.’ you smiled, looking down at Shroud as he began waking, the nurse waving their wand under his nose.

“Ugh…I was totally having a weird dream…:”

“Hi my Younsband!” ‘S.T.Y.X’ (Name) smiled at Shroud, which faded as he looked at them and promptly fainted again. “Oh, Idia…”

“That’s not a bad idea, with Hornton working on this, we won’t be here long.” ‘Silk’ (Name) smiled at Asim. “You think Jamil will be okay with me showing up?”

“Oh yeah! Probably, it’s all good (Name!)” Asim cheerfully responded, before frowning. “Should I call you (Name)? Do we call all of you (Name)? I feel like it’ll get confusing fast.”

The six of you hummed, sharing looks with each other.

“Perhaps a nickname?” Ashengrottto suggested, looking anywhere but at his (Name). “Are there any you six would like to go by?”

‘Pearl’ you smiled, tucking Ashengrotto’s long strand of hair behind his ears, making him stiffen.

“You call me Angelfish often, I can go by Angel.”

“Ah! I’ll go by Tart!” ‘Tart’ turned to Riddle and smiled. “Your favorite!”

Schoenheit turned to his (Name) and smiled. “What would you like?”

“Jewel works.” Jewel smiled back, laughing as Hunt exclaimed.

“Merveilleux! A beautiful name for a beautiful person!”

Asim looked expectantly at ‘Silk’ (Name), tilting his head curiously.

“Does Jamil call you anything back home?”

You paused, tapping a finger to your lip before smiling.

“Call me, Habibi.”

Asim looked utterly delighted at the name, eyes shining.

The others looked at the last two, mostly at the (Name) attending to a waking Shroud.

“Alright, alright. No more fainting…oh! Uh, call me Percie.”

The last (Name) looked down, embarrassed, as everyone looked at them expectantly.

“…Mousy.”

A snort left Kingscholar’s mouth, which he promptly closed before retorting after seeing the glare you gave him. His tail whipped against his legs.

Crowley clapped his hands, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Wonderful! Everyone, please make your guests comfortable! Young Draconia, if you will follow me, we will begin the new ritual spell. Come, come!”

Just like that, everyone began shuffling out of the room, the group of twelve separating from the headmage and Malleus as they went opposite directions.

Malleus paused, turning back to look at the group. The different versions of you all looked so happy, being with the others. It made his heart feel heavy.

“Poor Grim, Riddle dear, do you think Trey will be able to make him a treat? To make him feel better?”

“Azul, I forgot you had these glasses. I like them, you look so cute. Ah, it makes me wanna cry a bit!”

“Alright Idia, no more fainting please, you’ll get a concussion at this rate.”

“You know, Leona, it’s been a while since I've seen you with your hair down. You just look so much younger like this…”

“Oh, Vil, do you like the outfit? It’s one you picked out for me, you know?”

“Kalim, maybe text Jamil about the situation now? Just so we don’t stress him out…and no parties or feasts today, please?”

Ignoring the lump in his throat, Malleus turned back around and sped up to Crowley’s side. It didn’t matter what these other versions of you meant to them. He was going to get his (Name) back.

His beastie…come back to him.

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notarmedandnotdangerous · 20 days ago

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+18 mdni! hysteria; a fic where bucky's unfortunate enough to run into a feared mercenary, which ended up being you.

cw: mercenary!reader, thunderbolts*!bucky, brief description of gore, reader calls bucky 'bucket', reader's lowkey crazy but its ok, the thunderbolts* get involved, no smut yet, reader interacts with, and eventually joins the thunderbolts*

word count: >6k

a/n: hey so this was a lot of fun to write hehe 😋 my idea for this was crazy meets crazy. anyways i am SO busy i cant believe it i cant finish my work at all 💔 anyways yes there will be a second part. or third. when im done with it. :)

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!! @swiftie-fault

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it’s quiet, too quiet.

the warehouse was supposed to be crawling with armed men, intel said there’d be a deal going down.

bucky had his pistol drawn, metal fingers flexing. he expected noise, yelling, movement, a classic ‘bad guy’ setup.

when he finally steps through the front entrance though?

blood.

bodies. slumped over crates, limbs twisted in ways that shouldn’t even be possible. one guy’s head was cracked clean open like a melon, brain matter sprayed against a rusted wall.

his breath hitches, and his grip tightens on his gun when he hears the sound of boots thudding.

“fuck.”

too late, you were already here.

your boots hit the floor like a warning shot, echoing throughout the warehouse.

bucky spins, gun raised, only for you to kick it clean from his hand like it’s a toy.

you’re grinning, blood splattered across your cheek, fingers twitching like you’re already craving round two.

he grabbed another gun from his holster, and it was back up in a flash.

“hey! you’re that guy. what’s your name again? bucket?” you call out.

“don’t,” he growls. “don’t come near me.”

“wow, rude. didn’t even do anything yet.” your grin only widens.

bucky doesn’t back away, just held his ground. his eyes were locked on yours, like keeping you in his sights was the only thing that’d keep him breathing.

“i know who you are.” he says, tightly. “you’re that ghost, operative zero. trained by some off-grid black cell, eastern european, maybe russian. rumour is, they dumped you into warzones as a teenager, just to push you to your limits, just to see what you’d survive. you kill without orders, no chain of command, you’re a fucking wildcard.”

you raise a brow at him.

“hmm.” you paused. “not even close.”

bucky’s grip on the gun falters for a second, and you take another step forward.

“they wish they trained me.” you laughed. “truth is, they tried. i left a hole in their program the size of three floors before i walked out.”

“..what?”

“oh, and that warzone story? cute. i was the one that started the wars.”

his expression hardens, but there’s a flicker of doubt behind his eyes now.

you tilt your head at him.

“people love making up stories when they’re too scared to ask me themselves, but i like yours.” your expression fell flat. “like, ‘operative zero’? has a ring to it, real fucking dramatic.”

he tenses, he thinks you’d pull some shit immediately, but you didn’t.

“got anything else to share?”

“you’re a freelancer, a merc for hire, but you don’t follow contracts. you do whatever you want whenever you want. you always do more, do too much.”

“more?”

“you take jobs, but go off-script, and turn the whole place into a fucking slaughterhouse. you’re sent to kill one guy, and you end up killing twelve. you’re hired to get intel, and you burn the entire place down. you act like it’s justice, but you don’t follow any rules, not even your own.”

“oh, you sound just like my last employer, cute. too bad he’s dead now.”

another slow step forward, and bucky gulps.

“i bet.” he groans.

“you make it sound like i mess up every fucking job.”

“well it’s because you fucking do. you just make it look intentional.”

“well, maybe i am a little overenthusiastic.” you shrugged. “and maybe people should stop hiring me to kill one scumbag if they don’t want the rest of the operation bleeding out too.”

“are you fucking hearing yourself right now?” bucky growls.

“honestly? i don’t see the problem. i finish the job, and clean up while i’m at it.”

the tension radiating off bucky was palpable. he’s coiled tight, like a spring that’s about to snap. his gun was still up, eyes locked, breathing steady.

“tell me something, bucket.” you gestured loosely around the carnage.

“it’s bucky.” he replied.

“whatever.” you shrugged. “you see all this, and you still think i’m going to let you walk? think i’m going to believe you’ll keep that mouth of yours shut? that you won’t run back to your little team, and tell them exactly what you saw?”

bucky gulps when you take another step closer.

“you think we’re on the same side, soldier?”

you could see the hesitation behind him, the calculation, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re going to let him walk out of here alive.

“you weren’t supposed to be here.” his finger tightens on the trigger, still pointing his gun at you.

“you weren’t supposed to be this late.”

his jaw ticks.

“you don’t trust anyone, i get that.” he lowers his gun slowly to the ground, putting his hands up, in hopes that you’d trust him. “but i’m not here to play hero, and i’m not going to pretend you didn’t do what you did either, but i do know what kind of men they were.”

your eyes flicker, just for a second.

“i’m not here to report you. i’m just here to do my job, clear them out, and leave with my organs intact.”

you stare at him for a long beat.

“fair enough.”

bucky slowly lowers his hands, he thinks he can leave now.

“but just so we’re clear,” you add. “if you so much as breathe my existence to anyone, your team, anyone, i’ll find you. you know that right?”

he nods once, steady.

“cool.” you smile again. “now let’s see if you’re fast enough to earn that exit.”

because trust was cute. but survival? that was the real game.

bucky was already diving for his knife.

“god, you’re so tense. that vibranium arm’s got to be heavy with all those repressed emotions.”

he lunges.

the fight was a blur, fast, and brutal. you’re unpredictable, laughing through the hits. you bleed, but don’t seem to notice. you get him on the ground twice, knife at his throat, but you don’t press.

“you’re slipping.” you murmur, disarming him once more, and pointing his own gun at him. “the serum losing its kick? or are you just not trying anymore?”

bucky grits his teeth, drives his vibranium fist into your gut with enough force to fold most people in half.

you double over, and then choke out a laugh.

“shit, that one actually hurt. but still slow, i let you get that hit in.”

“shut up-”

“but hey, no one’s perfect.”

he doesn’t speak, just grabs you by the throat instead. he shoves you back, slamming you against a crate as his grip tightens, hand over your windpipe, cutting off your air supply.

you go still, eyes glassy, lips parted.

“you really need a hobby.” he growls.

“this is my hobby.” a low whine slips out as he presses harder against your throat. “you choke me like this, and still think i’m a freak? talk about mixed signals.”

that’s it. bucky throws you, and you crash into a stack of crates.

before you could get up, he slams his knee into your ribs, finally landing a good, solid hit that makes your vision flicker.

it was enough, just barely.

you’re grinning when he flees, limping out the back exit, not even bothering to look over his shoulder.

“i’m giving you a headstart, bucket! be grateful, i usually don’t!”

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hours later, bucky’s back at the compound. he thought he had fled far enough. he was sore, bruised, bleeding from multiple cuts on his body. he locks the door, sets his gun down, and tries to forget the shitstorm from earlier.

you were probably still lying in a puddle of blood, laughing at the ceiling, and somehow that comforted him.

he breathes, tries to relax. he barely even made it to the compound’s common room. his hands were trembling as he reaches for the light switch, then bam.

you slam him into the floor, pinning him down hard, one knee between his shoulder blades, and a blade cold against his neck.

bucky grunts, trying to twist free, but you’ve got him perfectly caged.

“told you i’d catch up.” you spoke, but your voice was winded. it wasn’t from the fight, but it sounded like the act of moving alone was costing you something.

he grunted, twisting. the pressure you applied wasn’t playful, it was calculated, and precise. your knee pressed harder, and he could hear the slight hitch in your breath as you leaned in.

you were hurt.

before he could snarl back, you were cut off by the thunderbolts*.

“drop the weapon.” yelena calls out.

yelena’s already got you in her sights, john’s storming in with a sidearm, and ava’s pacing with her weapon in hand, alexei lumbers behind them, gun drawn.

“get off the soldier,” alexei snaps. “we will shoot.”

you don’t even look at them, just kept grinning, comfortably astride bucky like he’s your chair.

“wow, this your crew? cute. you guys rehearse that?”

ava clicks her tongue at you.

you were comfortable on top of bucky. your smirk was perfect, but he could feel you trembling. the way your weight shifted, trying to ease pressure off your left side, the faint twitch in your knee, just above where his spine pressed into the floor. your balance was slightly off.

you were in serious pain, but no one noticed yet, except for him.

“final warning.” john snarls.

then finally, you lift your gaze.

“are you pointing those at me because im dangerous, or because your soldier here didn’t finish the job?”

bucky grunts beneath you, trying to shift, but the pressure of your knee on him made it hard to breathe.

you casually press the blade a little closer, just enough to make him go still.

“there’s five of us, and one of you. you’re surrounded.”

“so was the last room i walked into. didn’t help them much.”

yelena’s finger tightens on the trigger.

“stand down.”

you lean in, and whisper to bucky.

“are you going to tell them to shoot, bucket?”

“last chance.” ava commands.

then, you sigh, loud, and dramatically, like you’re the one being inconvenienced. you casually get off of bucky, letting him scramble to his feet. you raised your hands mockingly as you straighten up, knife still twirling between your fingers like it belongs there more than a gun ever would.

“relax,” you say. “i wasn’t going to kill him.”

“then what the hell was that?” john asked.

“that? that was me having a good time.”

“you think this is fun?” bob tilted his head at you.

you gestured at bucky.

“he’s fast, strong, and paranoid as fuck. great chase, 10 out of 10.” then you glanced at the others. “you should’ve seen him in that warehouse, real feral, almost impressive.”

“you broke into a secure government compound to play tag?” ava cocks her gun.

“basically.”

“you are insane.” alexei blinks.

“maybe, but it’s not like i came here to assassinate anyone.” you stretch your hand out for bucky to grab, but he refused, slapping your hand away. “well, not this time.”

“so.. what do you want?” yelena asked.

“entertainment.” your hands spread like you were performing for an audience.

“you’re unhinged.” ava mutters.

“thank you.” you winked at her.

the entire room’s still on edge, guns still raised. but now? now they’re all fucking confused. you weren’t following any pattern, not negotiating, threatening, or trying to escape. you were actually bored.

you clap your hands together lightly, and everyone flinches visibly.

“well? i don’t have all day. i’m dying to know which one of you would actually want to pull the trigger. would be the kill of the century huh?”

nobody shoots. they wanted to, terribly, but no one pulls the trigger, because they know who you are. even though you said the information in the files were fake, they believed them anyway. they read all your files, the redacted ones, the ones with more black lines than actual words.

no one moves, so you move for them.

you stroll past them, knife sheathed, hands on your hips. then you drop, right onto the common room couch, like this was your place.

yelena lowers her gun slowly.

“you’re serious.”

“i am sitting down, aren’t i?” you say, kicking your boots up on the table. “i know what you want, so go ahead. ask me questions, offer me a job, or tell me i’m dangerous, and unstable, and everything your intel had warned you about. let’s get this over with.”

you didn’t mention your injuries at all, even when you crossed the room, and dropped yourself dramatically onto the couch, you flinched. it was just a flicker in your jaw, your lips thinning, breath catching.

alexei furrows his brow, and when yelena puts her gun back in her holster, everyone follows, reluctantly.

“this is a bad idea.” john mutters under his breath.

bucky though? he’s standing, rigid, in the corner of the room, jaw tight. he noticed everything, he saw it.

no one saw how tight you were holding your stomach, or how you never leaned too far to the left.

it made his blood boil, because if you were that banged up, then what the actual fuck were you doing? breaking into the most secure building in the country, and then jumping him? that wasn’t desperation, it was fucking obsession.

he’s staring at you, like you were a ticking time bomb someone decided to decorate the living room with.

“okay, this is awkward. come on, talk already.”

“we’ve read your files, you’re capable, efficient, if we can call it that.” john sat next to you on the couch, keeping a safe distance from you.

“flattery gets you nowhere, walker.”

then yelena cuts in, with her arms crossed.

“we don’t like the way you work, but we understand it. you don’t just kill for sport, you go after targets that matter. you take out the whole system.”

“aw, are you starting to get me, miss belova?”

she ignores it.

“what if we gave you names? resources, intel, let you work with a team, so the collateral damage is.. less.”

“so, what you’re saying is, you want me leashed.”

ava shakes her head.

“we want you pointed, there’s a difference.”

john continues.

“we’ve worked with worse.” he pauses. “well, all of us are terrible, honestly.”

“he is not working with us.” bucky spoke from the corner where he’s at.

“you’re dangerous, unpredictable, but you’re not broken. you want to do something right, but in your own way, and that’s what this team is. none of us are here because we fit in, we’re here because we don’t.” ava spoke.

that actually earns a pause from you, a long, unreadable look.

they wait.

then, you sigh, loud, and drawn out.

“mmm.. nah.”

silence.

yelena blinks.

“..what?”

you kick your legs off the table, stretching.

“i get the appeal, honestly i do. you’re a dysfunctional found family, tragic pasts, cool gear, but genuinely? you’re boring.”

“we’re offering you protection, weapons, a base, and a purpose, for fuck’s sake.” john exclaims.

you scratch the back of your neck, looking around.

“yeah, and fluorescent lights, shared bathrooms, and a bunch of emotionally scarred people, so no thanks.”

yelena steps forward.

“you’re not walking out of here again.”

“are you sure you want to stop me, belova?”

the tension in the room shifts, and their confidence wavers.

because now? you’re uninterested, and that’s worse.

because if you didn’t want anything, then that meant they couldn’t control you. you weren’t bargaining, you weren’t even playing along.

“so what? you’re just going to walk out, and keep doing that thing you do?” alexei asks.

“unless i find something more fun.” you tossed your knife into the air, catch it by the tip, and pointed it at bucky, without looking at him. “or unless one of you becomes more fun.”

then they realised, they had made a big mistake.

they opened the door to the deadliest mercenary currently on the face of the earth.

they thought bringing you in would contain you, tame you. but you weren’t a rogue asset, they mistook you for a weapon without a handler.

the mistake they made was assuming you wanted something, something they could bargain with. but you weren’t chasing a cause, you were chasing chaos that felt right to you. you already know what was wrong with the world, you just didn’t believe in fixing it neatly.

and now that they’ve let you in? you know the layout, you know their rhythms, their weaknesses. you’ve looked each of them in the eye, and now you’re in their fucking heads.

you were halfway to the door, hands in your pockets.

“wait.” john’s voice cuts through the silence.

you pause mid-step.

“you people are really clingy for a team that pointed guns at me thirty minutes ago.”

“we figured out what you want, operative.” john continued.

“oh? enlighten me, please. i’ve been wondering about that myself.” you spoke, feigning awe.

“we have someone.” yelena was about to walk towards you, but alexei stopped her.

“oh? don’t tell me you’re offering me a friendship bracelet, or in this case, friendship assassin.” you look over your shoulder.

“not just anyone. someone you’ve shown.. interest in.” ava steps up, arms crossed.

“going to need more than that, pretty. i’ve got very specific tastes.” you wink at ava, and she groans.

“you’re not looking for chaos, you’re looking for resistance.” yelena spoke.

“you get bored when things get too easy. you’re not in it for the paycheck, or the bloodshed. you’re in it for the challenge, for the adrenaline rush.” ava mentioned.

your smile widens, just a little.

and that’s when john tilts his head to bucky, who was currently standing stiff, eyes sharp with a gaze that screams ‘do not involve me’.

“you want a challenge?” john speaks, and your eyes widen just a little. “there he is.”

“the winter soldier! not bad, eh?” alexei exclaimed.

you blink, look at bucky, then back at the group.

bucky stares, and anyone could tell that he was really fucking pissed.

“absolutely not. no fucking way.”

unfortunately for him, you’re already smiling, and pacing the room.

“oh.. that’s what this is. you’re offering me bucky barnes.”

“no one is offering me-” bucky gets cut off by yelena.

“we’re not offering him to you. what we’re trying to say is, if you join, you’ll get to work with him, closely.” yelena’s trying her best to convince you.

“same missions, same space.” ava added.

you weren’t even listening to them anymore. you were just watching the way bucky’s expression changes, watching how furious he was. to you, it was fucking delicious.

“now this is interesting.” you get closer to bucky, and he fucking flinches. “i’ve always wanted to see how your brain works.”

“i am not a fucking case study, operative.” bucky snaps at you, trying to remain as calm as he possibly could.

“no, but you’re a very pretty contradiction.” you winked at him, and he just rolls his eyes at you.

“you said you wanted someone fun, someone worth staying for.” yelena speaks, and bucky just groans.

“you want to understand someone? he’s the toughest to crack.” ava says.

“he’s.. very complex, and very different. i think you’ll like him, operative.” bob finally speaks.

you smirk, and turn towards bucky.

“he’s difficult to break, and that makes me really want to try.”

“if you so much as touch me, i will kill you.” he snaps.

“aw, bucket. that’s the fucking dream.”

“it’s bucky, for fuck’s sake.” he rolls his eyes at you. “at least get my name right.”

you step in close, and he backs up.

“you know what i really want to know, bucket? you look like you hate people like me, but deep down, you want to know how i work.” you tilt his chin up with one finger, and he tenses. “and i want to know how someone like you doesn’t snap. i want to know how you live with all that violence rotting under your skin without letting it out.”

he slapped your hand away, hard enough to sting.

you didn’t even react, just tilted your head.

but bucky saw it. the tiny recoil you tried to hide, the way you sucked in a breath through your teeth, and held it like your lungs weren’t cooperating.

“maybe i do, just not around you.” he quips.

“give it time.” you grin.

then you finally back up, and walk towards yelena. she was probably the one you respected the most, anyway.

yelena folds her arms.

“so.. is that a yes, operative?”

“i’ll think about it, miss belova.” you wink. “but don’t get too excited, i’m not here to be reformed, or contained.”

“that’s the problem with you.” bucky crossed his arms.

“relax, bucket. i’m not here to ruin your team, not unless they bore me, then i might.” then you’re up on your feet again. you sauntered towards the exit once more, and everyone stares.

“wait- where are you going?” ava asks.

“out.” you reply. “call it a trust exercise.”

“you’re not even standing right.” bucky called out.

“excuse me?” you replied.

“left side, something’s cracked. i can see it.” then he took a step toward you. “you flinched getting up, and you haven’t taken a full breath since you walked in.”

the room went quiet, and everyone held their breath in fear of what you’d do.

you didn’t say anything, just laughed.

“you should’ve gone into diagnostics, bucket. you’re wasting your talents.”

“don’t call me that.” he presses his fingers to his temples. “this is going to end so badly.”

“god, i hope so.” you say, before leaving the compound.

you left like it was nothing. there was no goodbye, no threats.

and somehow, that made it so much worse.

you knew everything. the layout of the compound, the security keys, their weak points.

you could ruin their lives, come back, and pull the plug on every single fucking thing they worked for.

or you could just never come back, but knowing that you’re lurking in the shadows, just made everything a lot more unsettling for them.

“we shouldn’t have let him in.” yelena muttered.

“well, technically he let himself in, so-” john replied.

“too late for that, isn’t it?” ava cut him off.

ava wouldn’t stop checking the surveillance cameras, while john tried his best to stay awake, and guarded the entry.

bucky though? he said nothing, but his eyes never left the door since you walked out.

—

the next morning, the common room was still, half-lit by the sunlight.

yelena was the first to walk in, hoodie draped over her head.

then she freezes, immediately reaching for the closest weapon to point at you.

in her defence, she didn’t know it was you. you had your back faced to her anyway, so she couldn’t really tell.

you were sat on the kitchen counter, back faced to her. you ate dry cereal out of a box, like this was your house now, like you had never left.

you turn around to see yelena pointing a knife at you.

“oh, hey, good morning, miss belova.” you said casually, like you’ve always been here.

yelena blinks, hard, and lowers the kitchen knife.

“are you serious right now?”

then, alexei, bob, john, and ava walk in. they froze the moment they saw you on the kitchen counter. honestly, who wouldn’t be?

“..you came back.” bob asked.

“obviously.” you replied, still munching on the cereal. “hey, this is good.”

alexei beamed at your praise for the cereal.

“you disappeared. like, fully gone.” ava tilted her head at you.

“yeah, i do that.” you shrug.

“you know, we thought you bailed.” john shook his head. “thought you’d take advantage of the time you had here to memorise the layout of our tower.”

you smiled, leaning back.

“i did leave.” a pause. “but i didn’t bail.”

they all stared.

“i could’ve vanished, honestly i probably should have, but i didn’t.” you flick your eyes across each of them. “you let me in, stupid move, by the way. although it kind of stuck with me.”

and just for a second, you weren’t playing, just honest.

then, bucky enters the common room.

his gaze locked onto you, but he didn’t react. he just walked to the kitchen, and filled a glass of water.

“he came back.” yelena spoke.

“yeah, i see that.” his voice was neutral, unreadable, but his gaze kept flicking towards you.

“he didn’t even break in- wait, how did you get in?” bob asked.

“then the perimeter held.” bucky sighed. “good.”

“aww, you’re glad i’m here.” you cooed.

he doesn’t even blink, just continued.

“i’m just glad we don’t have to change the compound’s access codes again.”

“is that your version of an ‘i miss you’, bucket?”

“don’t flatter yourself.” he says, bluntly. “and stop calling me that.”

they weren’t sure why you came back, honestly you didn't know either.

but you’re really here, and for once, you felt wanted, sort of.

—

before you knew it, you were going on a mission with bucky.

the intel came easy. there was no real resistance, just a few guards dispatched like it was a warm-up. the both of you barely broke a sweat when you entered the base.

you were walking beside him, heading for the extraction point. you made fun of his grumpy silence, trying to get at least a smirk from him. you got one, somehow.

then, there was gunfire.

“ambush.” you ducked behind crates, pulled your blade without thinking while bucky returned fire.

everything was efficient, sharp, until there were gunshots that echoed louder than the rest, accompanied by a broken noise coming from someone.

you turned, and watched bucky stumble. he was hit in the shoulder, and chest. he dropped behind cover, biting back a whimper. blood soaked through his tactical vest, and quick. his fingers fumbled as he pressed down on the wounds.

“bucky-”

“get out. keep moving.” he spoke, breathlessly.

but you didn’t. you stood there frozen for half a second, before something in your head snapped.

whatever happened next was a blur. all you knew was that someone had hurt him, and now they were going to pay for it.

you moved without thought, without hesitation. no stealth, no mercy, no calculation, just pure rage. you ripped bucky’s gun from him, and moved through the base like the black plague.

you used whatever you had, knives, pistol, hands, whatever gets the job done, whatever gets them away from him. they screamed, but you didn’t hear them. throats were slashed, knees shattered, skulls cracked against the wall so fucking hard the concrete chips.

one tries to run, and you shot him in the spine, then walked over and crushed his skull under your feet. another hides behind the crates, you throw a blade into his throat, walk over, twist it, and ripped it back out.

you lost count of how many bodies you dropped, only stopping when there was nothing left to kill. by the time the base goes quiet, the ground was soaked, and the walls were fucking painted. then you sprinted back to him, blood on your hands.

bucky’s slumped against the crates, eyes glassy, hand pressed to his bleeding side. he’s still conscious, barely.

you drop to your knees beside him, hands suddenly twitching with a different kind of energy. it wasn’t adrenaline, or thrill, it was panic.

“bucky. hey- look at me.” you slap his cheek gently. “eyes open, come on.”

“..took you long enough.” he says, groggily.

you try to laugh, but it was shaky. your hands were soaked, some blood hid, some not, you can’t tell anyway.

“tried being reasonable. you got shot, that’s on you.”

“you murdered.. everyone.”

“yeah, you’re welcome.”

bucky chuckles, then winces, and slumps harder against the crates.

your smile drops immediately.

“no. no. fuck, don’t pass out. don’t you fucking dare.” you press your fingers to his pulse, then sigh in relief when you felt it steady under your touch.

then you rip open a medkit you don’t even remember grabbing, hands suddenly fumbling.

“i don’t know how to- fuck. okay, stay awake.”

“i’m trying- fuck!” he groans when you press gauze to the gunshot wounds.

“you’ve been shot before, right? this is fine, you’re fine. i’ve seen worse. definitely.”

“you’re panicking, operative.”

“..shut up.”

“you went too far, that was a whole fucking massacre. you think that makes you heroic?” he growled.

your jaw twitched, and you pressed slightly harder on the wound, making him whimper in pain.

“you lost your damn mind in there, y-you think that’s loyalty? you think wiping out everyone here in my name makes you better?” he grabs hold of your wrist, hoping you’d ease up.

“i wasn’t trying to be better, bucky.” you whispered.

“no, you weren’t.” bucky sighs. “but you were trying to care, like i deserve that.”

you freeze, because how the actual fuck are you supposed to respond to that?

“you don’t get to decide if i’m worth something.” he continued. “you shouldn’t care.”

you stare at him, and laugh, but there was no humour in it.

“don’t start with that shit.”

“i’m not worth it, not for someone like you.”

“someone like me?” you tilt your head at him.

“you’re ruthless, don’t waste it caring for someone like me.”

then you reach for your utility belt, and pull out your pocket knife. you flip it open slowly.

“..what are you doing?” bucky asks.

you grab his hand, the flesh one, and flip it palm up.

“don’t.” he rasps.

you press the blade down against the meat of his palm, just hard enough to draw blood. it was a shallow, pointless slice, just enough for you to prove your point.

bucky flinches, and winces.

“there.” you wipe the blood off your blade, and slip it back into your utility belt.

the both of you watched as the blood started to pool in his hand.

“that’s the price, isn’t it? pain? suffering? a punishment just because you’re someone worth saving?” you rose, slowly. your eyes locked onto his.

“operative-” he tried to speak, but you cut him off.

“you didn’t want me to care? fine. i hurt you, happy?”

“..why would you do that?”

you tilted your head at him.

“because that’s what i thought you wanted, for fuck’s sake. you keep telling me you don’t deserve being cared for.”

he sighed when the bleeding finally stopped.

“i killed everyone, destroyed the whole op for you, and now you’re telling me i shouldn’t care?”

then there was a pause.

“so fine, i hurt you like you wanted me to. put me back in your little box of what i’m supposed to be. a threat, a freak, fucking unstable! that make you feel better?” you spoke, quieter now. “but i still came back.”

bucky doesn’t answer you, just stares down at his bloody hand, like he doesn’t know what to do with it. he really thought you’d end him, right when he was vulnerable, but you didn’t. instead, you chose to save him.

“you’re insane.”

you take a deep breath.

“next time i’ll let you bleed out if that makes you feel cleaner.”

he slumped, and his hand curled into your jacket. he wasn’t pushing you away anymore, he was holding on.

—

a few hours later, bucky was admitted into the medbay for health checks.

you stood outside the glass, gazing in, for hours. you watched every shallow breath, every twitch of pain across his face. you don’t speak, don’t try to enter, just watched.

yelena finds you, eventually. she’s not dumb, she puts two, and two together.

“you didn’t just kill them because of the mission, did you?”

you said nothing.

“he’s not afraid of what you did, he’s afraid of why you did it.”

you finally glance at her.

“he said i shouldn’t care, miss belova.” you sucked in a breath. “so i made it fucking hurt.”

yelena watched you for a second, patted your shoulder, then walked away.

but eventually, the weight in your chest gets too heavy. you left the medbay, and you don’t come back.

—

now you’re back to your old ways, still part of the thunderbolts*, but violent, out of control, ruthless.

this was punishment.

because bucky told you not to care, and you did anyway. the only way you knew how to survive it? it was to pretend he never mattered.

your newest target was a high-ranking official, knee-deep in weapons trafficking.

you were sent to eliminate him, and his men. it was right up your lane, considering how you would usually clear the entire block while you’re at it.

over the last month after bucky’s injury, every op you touched ended in bodies stacked too high to count. you left messages in the form of bloodshed, enemies tortured, then killed, left as warnings.

this op? you insisted on going alone, but the thunderbolts* would be on standby as backup.

now you’re inside the villa. the job was almost done, you’ve reached the heart of the mansion. the politician’s cornered, shaking behind a line of armed guards.

you’re outnumbered, but it doesn’t really matter to you.

you were grinning, covered in blood. your knife dripped with blood from the guards you took out earlier. then you take down the first three like it was nothing. you were faster now, meaner too, like you didn’t give a fuck what happens to you.

you were beautiful in your madness, savage, and unrelenting. this was supposed to be it, until you heard it.

thump. thump- a pause. thump. thump.

that pattern, that rhythm.

the sound of boots down the back corridor.

bucky’s boots.

you froze mid-step, and your eyes flicked toward the hall, just for a second.

it was just long enough for a guard to slam into you from the left, while another drives an elbow into your gut.

you react, way too slow, very unlike you.

you snarled, trying to regain momentum, but they practically dogpile you. fists slammed into your sides, one to the head. you barely block a blade aimed for your throat.

then you hear the target’s voice shouting.

“kill him! bring me his head!”

your vision was tilting, and your eyes threatened to shut. you tried to rise, but a boot stops into your shoulder, grinding you down, and you cry out, eyelids fluttering as you fought to stay conscious.

you would’ve won, if it weren’t for that damn rhythm, that split second when your mind remembered a person instead of a missiom.

then, there’s a burst of gunfire. yelena yelled out commands, alexei crashed through the walls like a fucking tank.

the room erupts in chaos, guards scatter, and the politician screamed.

you were still on the floor, blinking tears of pain out of your eyes when bucky drops beside you. he gripped onto your vest, dragging you back to cover. only when you saw him, did you allow yourself to rest.

“..knew it was you.”

“what the hell were you thinking, operative?!” he yelled at you, obviously furious.

“didn’t think.. you’d come for me..”

“clearly.”

you let out a weak laugh, then coughed. it hurt like hell.

“you.. walk like a soldier. left-heavy. a short pause between your third, and fourth step. your foot drags a little on the right, every.. damn time.”

“what?”

“i recognised your pacing. that’s what got me hit.”

bucky blinks, caught off guard.

“..you’re insane.”

“..yeah, no shit.” you sighed.

“you hesitated, you never hesitate.” he continued.

“..didn’t think you’d actually show up.”

he exhales sharply, and looks down at you.

“why the hell wouldn’t i?”

“you didn’t want me to care, so i figured it was mutual.” you shrug.

that’s when it clicks.

you didn’t flinch when surrounded. you didn’t hesitate when you were faced with all those armed men, but you hesitated when he showed up. deep down, no matter how violent you became, you still cared.

you weren’t just killing harder, you were punishing yourself for feeling too much.

“you’re not fooling anyone anymore.”

“i thought.. it’d be easier to hate me if i made it ugly enough.”

“fucking hell..”

“i didn’t stop caring, i just got better at hiding it.” then you go limp against the floor, consciousness slipping.

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[[and then I met you || Ch. 33]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary:

A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s while Matt realizes he needs to not only protect his new family from Hell's Kitchen, but from the world.

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All your life you have heard that there is a beauty in chaos, and while you do agree with this, you also find there is a beauty in organization.

You like taking all the chaos and putting it into categories. You like sorting the details and finding the mysteries that need to be unraveled. You think it must be similar to how clever people feel when they solve a riddle or a puzzle, but you aren’t running in circles with philosophical thoughts - you are analyzing what is already available and coming to a conclusion.

It is still all chaos, because everything is always chaos, but it is organized into a way that makes sense.

And Matt’s stolen duffel bag, when first unzipped and inspected, was full of chaos.

You, Foggy, and Karen quickly got to work looking over the different papers and forming different stacks based upon agreed parameters.

It became clear Matt’s guess that he had found some sort of laboratory was correct. The papers all appeared to be results of different medical tests, though at first glance, the three of you could not decipher for what.

But deciphering wasn’t needed at that moment, so it didn’t matter, and once everything was spread neatly across the dining table, the next step of your beloved process began.

Foggy gave each pile a designation and then the three of you began labeling each paper in the top corner.

A1. A2. A3. A4.

B1. B2. B3. B4.

All your analyzing would be useless if you couldn’t source your data, and it was quickly clear your little group all shared the same brain cell when it came to this idea.

While you worked at the table, Matt and Jessica sat on the floor by the couches, marking up a map. You caught snippets of the conversation - this bit of evidence was heard in that alley, to get to a certain tunnel system you had to go through such and such warehouse. It was fascinating to know that Matt had memorized nearly every square inch of Hell’s Kitchen - even the parts you didn’t know existed - and it was equally amazing that Jessica knew just as much.

After hearing them talk, it left you wondering if Frank had the same knowledge, but you would leave that question for another time. He had been assigned to the two thumb drives that had been in the duffel bag. You had furiously taken mental notes as he had grumpily explained to Matt the little devices couldn’t just be plugged into a computer. They could have malware on them or trigger tracking or something equally devious and needed to be inserted into a clean laptop that couldn’t connect to the internet. That way, if the laptop tried to send a signal or became a brick, there would be nothing lost.

Since neither you nor Matt happened to have a spare laptop laying around, Frank went to go procure one.

That was about half an hour ago and now you are well into your third Foggy-assigned task - highlighting any identifying information in yellow. There’s nothing easy like names or addresses listed out, but you noticed a pattern for patient labels and have determined there are at least five.

As you jot down that Patient 031517DVA also appears on page D4 in your notebook, you find you are enjoying yourself. This isn’t exactly what you imagined when Matt talked about inviting everyone over to review what he had found, but you think it is nice. Knowing that Matt isn’t out there running around without any sort of plan soothes your nerves and seeing that he is putting in the time and thought into his next actions makes you trust he knows what he is doing.

No one wants a shady underground lab in their neighborhood, but you need to make sure they are actually shady first and not some weird fringe group researching an unknown breed of sewer rat.

The effort going into helping Matt with this task makes your fondness of Foggy, Karen, and Frank grow even more - and gives you a fondness for Jessica. Everyone is serious about their task, and extremely thorough, and you want them to see you in the same light. You know this is not a game and you refuse to let your part in the research be the weak link.

As you go to the next row of numbers to examine, you catch some movement in the corner of your eye. You turn your head and watch with a soft smile as your daughter emerges from Matt’s bedroom, clad in her mouse-onesie pajamas. Her sleep mask is pulled down around her neck and she looks upset, but she’s not crying, so you don’t jump to run to her. You let her make her own decisions as she sleepily looks between you and her father and you can’t help but to mentally crow a bit as she starts shuffling towards you, her little mouse-tail trailing behind her.

Everyone’s attention is on you as Minnie lifts up her arms to be picked up once she’s within a foot of you. You dutifully scoop her up and put her on your lap, fixing her hood and mouse-ears as you do.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart? Did something wake you up?”

She nods, then flops herself against your chest, mumbling out, “There’s monsters.”

You begin to gently rub her back, hoping to soothe her worries as you confirm, “there’s monsters?”

Again, her head bobs up and down before she nuzzles into your neck, trying to hide herself. Across the room, Matt is up and making his way towards you, but it is Foggy who speaks up next.

“Are they silly monsters or scary monsters?”

You smile at the question as Minnie ponders it - her little lips purse against your neck and you feel her breath against your skin as she silently repeats the words. She decides on ‘scary’ - replying in a timid voice as Matt takes his place behind you, sliding his hands onto your shoulders.

“Do you want me to help you tell them to go away?” you ask, having packed your bottle of Monster Repellent for just this cause. Little fists clutch tightly at your shirt as Mouse shakes her head and you give a soft hum in thought. “Do you want Daddy to go scare them off?”

You are sure Matt would run outside to chase away a stray cat or hungry raccoon if his princess wished for it, but she shakes her head against you, so you guess Matt will be staying inside.

“How about we make the monsters silly instead of scary?” is Karen’s suggestion, and like the others, it falls flat.

You consider offering to read some stories, but Matt startles you from your thoughts by sliding his hands down your arms to get to his daughter. He gently urges her to let go of you before transferring her to his arms and bundling her close. She absolutely clings to him, looking so tiny against his broad shoulders.

“I got this,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper before he turns and starts making his way back to the bedroom. As you watch him walk away, he buries his nose into her hood, and he begins to rock with each step. The itty bitty fist you can still see tightens around his t-shirt and your heart yearns to follow your family, but you know this is a Daddy-Daughter moment and you need to stay seated.

You were worried about Minnie getting scared over sleeping in a new place - there’s so many new and different noises but you trust Matt to help her interpet everything. He’s already done such an amazing job of it in day-to-day life and you know he’ll explain away all her monsters and let her know she is safe.

Considering the company she is starting to keep she is probably the safest little girl in New York. No monsters would dare to lurk in her shadows less they want to face the wrath of the Devil.

You know that this little group you are becoming a part of would join you in jumping in front of a bullet for your daughter and you are pretty sure even her newest best friend - Max the Dog - would not hesitate to bare his teeth if someone upset her.

She deserves nothing less and it makes your heart soar that she is so thoroughly adored.

Now that her research partner is on another important assignment, Jessica gets up off the floor and strolls over to the table, “anything interesting?”

“Maybe if we were scientists instead of lawyers,” Foggy replies warily, dropping his pink highlighter in favor of nursing his beer, “and knew what any of these numbers meant. We’re going to spend all night looking up these test numbers and hoping they are real. I mean, look at this,” he motions to the paper he is currently working on. “What the hell is D22S1045? And why is the result 15?”

Jessica takes one look at the paper before scrunching up her nose and blandly stating, “It’s a DNA marker. Haven’t you ever seen a paternity test?”

Foggy’s face goes slack for a moment before he is huffing, “Not since college when we had to study paternity suits, and they looked nothing like this! They were like dots we had to match, not numbers!” He uses his beer to point to you, “did yours look like this?”

Your cheeks heat up at the question and you duck your head, hating all the attention is on you with such a personal question. “No. No, mine didn’t…we just received a letter with the results. Not the data.”

“So, they are doing DNA and blood tests?” Karen asks, taking over the conversation and directing it back to Jessica. “And comparing them with each other. Could they be looking for relationships between them?”

“I’m not a fucking doctor,” is the reply she gets, but Jessica picks up the paper to examine it more closely either way. “But none of these match. The numbers have to be the same for a parental match, but that might not be what they are looking for. Just because it looks like a paternity test doesn’t mean it is one. DNA markers are used in a lot of shit.”

“It might not be human,” you add quietly. “Matt said the lab smelled of human blood, but we don’t know that these tests are on humans. There’s no dates on these, so they could be years old.”

Karen whips out her phone and is typing away before you are done talking, “What was that DNA marker, Fog?”

Foggy repeats the string of numbers and letters and you watch Karen’s eyes scan her screen.

“It’s human,” she states after a long, tense moment. The scowl Jessica gives is near legendary.

“Great, so we have a bunch of assholes in abandoned tunnels running tests on people.”

“That sounds both sanitary and humane,” Foggy grumbles before throwing back the rest of his beer.

“OSHA and FDA approved,” you add sarcastically and that earns you a smile from Karen. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before she guides you all back on track.

“We still have no idea what they are looking for, though. This could be cancer research for all we know - we are still at square one.”

“One point five,” Foggy argues, “we confirmed it’s human.”

“We don’t know what the tests are looking for,” Karen repeats, ignoring him, “and I don’t think looking up the significance of each DNA marker is going to do us much good. Can you and Matt go back to the lab and look around?”

As the clear recipient of the question, Jessica huffs then turns away from the table and goes right to the bottle of Macallan Matt keeps on top of his fridge. She pops off the lid, taking a long drink of it before answering.

“That was the plan, but I’m betting it’s going to be sprayed with bleach after knowing Devil-boy was poking around. It’s not like we will get much, not that there was shit to get beforehand.”

“So, we have no who, no why, and no where,” Foggy points out. “We are doing great.”

The joy you had gotten from trying to organize the chaos of paperwork evaporates and you sink down into your chair a little. Would continuing to highlight and document be useful or was this all for naught? The rational part of your brain told you to keep going, because it was better to have it done and not need it then to need it later and it still be a mess of paperwork.

“We’ve just started, Fog, of course we have nothing,” Karen says, rolling her eyes a bit as she does. “Did you expect them to write their plans in gel pens and leave them lying around?”

“I mean, that would be useful.”

You roll your lip between your teeth, thinking that Karen is right. You don’t have much, and you’ve only just started - of course things look pessimistic. While Karen and Foggy begin to banter back and forth about the use of gel pens in a professional setting and Jessica finishes off Matt’s whisky, you let your mind wander around the facts of the case.

Someone is out there running medical tests in a gross underground lab, probably trying to hide what they are doing. To do a lot of tests, they probably needed lab equipment, and a few years ago you would have said to follow that trail, but with all the advancements in technology, a machine to run DNA tests on probably only cost a few hundred dollars and was compact enough to move easily. Generators could keep people off the grid and there were enough tunnels under the city that years could be spent exploring them. Everything they would need could be ordered offline, and thus, was untraceable to you.

The only solid clues you had were what Matt had come home with, so you needed to keep digging there and hope that the thumb drives would contain something more useful.

So, you pick yourself back up, grab your highlighter, and get back to work.

Soon enough, Foggy and Karen pick their highlighters back up as well, and Jessica takes up a spot on the couch, putting her feet up and getting out her phone to tap at. The mood is much more somber, but you feel the same determination to find answers that is in you coming off of everyone else as well.

You don’t pay attention to the passage of time, but it is not long after you grab the final stack of papers to comb through that Matt slips out of the bedroom and closes the door behind him.

He starts towards the dining table only to stop by the couch, tilting his head towards Jessica, “That bottle was a gift from Foggy’s dad.”

“Boo-hoo, cry me a fucking river, Murdock.”

Despite the venom in Jessica’s voice, Matt chuckles and finishes making his way to you.

His hands once again find your shoulders and he begins rubbing them, digging his thumbs into just the right spot as he begins his Minnie-update.

“Someone with a really nice sound system is having a horror movie marathon. She was actually hearing monsters.”

“My poor baby,” you instantly coo, your heart breaking for your little one. “Did you tell her it was just a movie?”

Matt hums in affirmation, “That doesn’t help with the noise, though. We walked through turning things off and found something to work as white noise. It’s still hard for her to do it with new sounds, especially so tired, but she’s a quick learner.”

“How long did it take you to learn all that stuff,” Foggy asks, interest clear in his eyes. Karen puts her pen down as well so she can get the gossip.

“I don’t know, years? It didn’t come naturally to me like it does with her - I would train for hours to be able to pinpoint something, but she can do it pretty easily. I mean, she can’t tell me exact distance because she’s four and doesn’t know what that means, but she can point and say if it’s close or far.” You can feel Matt practically puff up with Pride over his baby girl. “She’s learning inorganic versus organic sounds now. She can tell if a loud banging is someone hitting something or if something just fell over. The other day she told me it was the wind making the window shake, because she couldn’t hear any other noises around the window.”

You smile at the story, having a feeling Matt is going to start going on about all the declarations Minnie had made during the storm and you don’t mind at all.

“So, she’s as good as you?” Karen teases and you know Matt is just beaming.

“Better. She can actually read a sign.”

Foggy barks with laughter while you and Karen have to cover your mouths to not giggle.

Once it subsides, you tilt your head back so you can look up at your daughter’s oh so loving father, bumping against his abdomen as you do, “is she down?”

He gives another positive hum, “In a nice deep sleep. Frank’s on his way back up and I wanted her out before he got here.”

You don’t know if that is from Matt wanting to rejoin the group to know what is on the thumb drives or if it is from him not wanting Minnie to get excited over Frank, but you are thankful she’s conked out either way. The thought of her hearing all your discussions about what lurks in the darkness of the city makes your stomach turn.

She doesn’t need more monsters to imagine.

You thank Matt while reaching up to rub one of his arms - letting yourself give him a small bit of affection. You ignore the look Karen is giving you in favor of making sure Matt is all caught up.

“I take it you heard everything?”

He sighs deeply through his nose, and you take that as a ‘yes’. He confirms with his words.

“Human testing with government trained agents isn’t what I was hoping we would find.”

“I was personally hoping for research on the mutant alligators in the sewers,” Foggy says as he gets up to go towards the kitchen, probably for another beer. “You know the ones they flush down the toilets.”

“That’s a myth, Fog.”

“Look, with everything else that goes on in the world - weird aliens and giant green men - let me believe in my sewer gators, Murdock. They make me happy.”

“With everything that Stark and Roxon dumped in the waters, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Karen muses, resting her chin in her hand, “I mean, Matt got superpowers from something getting in his eyes. If a rat ate something that was contaminated, it could have gotten super senses as well.”

You raise your brows up at the idea, a smile coming to your face, “a crime fighting rat?”

“A crime fighting rat that is a ninja,” Foggy chimes, a wide grin on his face and it sends you into giggles.

“How would a rat even learn martial arts?” Matt counters, “There’s not a rodent karate school he could spy on.”

“I don’t know Matt, how did you learn ka-ra-te,” Foggy emphasizes the word to make it sound more mystical. “He would learn from a secret ninja rat clan.”

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” Jessica asks, looking over her shoulder at the dining table, disgust and confusion clear on her face.

You and Karen erupt into more laughter while Foggy just grins like he won the world cup as he returns to his seat. Matt gives your shoulders a firm squeeze before letting go and pulling away. He disappears into the narrow passage that is his hallway, and you hear the front door open. Heavy boots signal Frank’s reappearance, and when he and Matt come back around the corner, you offer a small smile.

The Punisher holds up a clunky looking laptop, straight from your middle school years, “Got it.”

“Does that thing even work?” Foggy asks, eyes narrowing in scrutiny. You trust Frank, but the question is valid - if you saw that in a Goodwill, you would doubt it would even turn on.

“Of course it works,” Frank scoffs as he delivers the device to Karen. She instantly opens it up to get it started. “Old body, new hardware. Got it built just for this type of shit.”

Foggy’s lips twitch and you wonder if he wants to say something but is holding his tongue. Jessica joins the table as Matt once again returns to standing behind you. His hands find your shoulders like they are drawn to them, and you wonder if he can’t help but want to touch you. It makes you feel special and wanted and your belly stirs with a certain type of warmth.

Everyone’s focus is on Karen as she works - the laptop boots up and she fiddles with the first thumb drive until it is ready to be inserted. It feels like you all are holding your breath as she finally plugs it in. You expect there to be a password, but apparently there is not, as she just clicks away.

“There’s two files,” she narrates. “One labeled 082616DUK and one labeled 121417BNY.”

You instantly recognize the first designation and push your notebook towards Karen, trying to not sound eager as you tell her, “The DUK one is in our files. Can we look at that first?”

Her face lights up at the prospect of a connection and selects the requested file, “There’s five pictures. Hold on, let me bring them u- Oh my God.”

The little color in her face drains as a horrified expression takes over and her hand shoots up to cover her mouth. You and Froggy scramble up out of your seats while Frank and Jessica crowd around Karen to look at the screen. Matt stays where he is, tilting his head just slightly.

When you see what is in the file, you wish you had stayed under Matt’s hands.

The neatly severed head of a boy stares back at you with blank milky eyes, sitting on an examine table. His hair has been shaved away and there is an incision line around his skull that makes it clear someone has probably removed his brain. His mouth is open in a silent scream, showing off that he still had his baby teeth and that someone has taken his tongue.

You want to throw up and you want to turn away, but you can’t. You can’t look away from this poor child who someone has so thoroughly defiled. Who had done this to this boy and why? You wanted to shake them and scream and demand to know what could possibly possess someone to do this to a baby? Because this was someone’s baby - someone’s little boy - and someone had taken him and ruined him.

You don’t know how she manages it, but Karen brings up the next image and it fills you with just as much disgust and anger.

It is that of a tiny hand with its fingers forcibly splayed, stuck with pins to keep it that way. The tips are bulbous and round, different to anything you’ve seen on a human before, and between each digit, there was a thin stretch of skin connecting them, much like the webbing of a duck’s foot. Like the head, the hand has been surgically removed from the rest of the body, and it isn’t hard to determine they go to the same person.

The next image is of the head again but turned to be facing the left and pre-removal of the tongue, as the appendage is pulled and stretched from the mouth with a pair of forceps. The muscle is an odd shade of purple and coated with some sort of liquidy-white residue, but that is not what is unique about it. The boy’s tongue doesn’t just peek out of his mouth - it extends across the table almost three feet, if the tape measurer under it is to be believed.

You need to turn away after that and to no surprise, Matt is instantly by your side, wrapping you up in his arms and guiding your head to his neck. “He’s just a baby,” you whisper in horror as you cling to him, not understanding how someone could be so cruel. Even if he had died naturally, there was no reason to treat him like that in death.

“Did they…” Froggy starts, his voice low and quivering and you don’t know if it's from rage or grief, “Did they make him a frog? Did they mix this kid with a fucking frog?”

“No,” Frank replies, not hiding how he is feeling at all. The fury is clear in his voice. “They did it because he was like that.”

“What’s the other file?” Jessica demands and part of you doesn’t want to know. You bury yourself more into Matt and you listen to Karen click away at the track pad.

Matt’s arms tighten around you and you can’t imagine what he is thinking. No one has said out loud what the images show, and he has not asked - but he must know it isn’t good. He’s gone tense under you, like he’s ready to jump into action and rip someone apart with his hands.

And you want him to. You want Matt to find whoever did this and make them pay. You want him to punish those who hurt the child in the photos, the people who ran tests on him.

You want to help Matt find who did this and for him to make sure they can never hurt anyone ever again.

“She’s…she’s got a beak.” Karen says slowly after a few moments, and you can’t bear to look at another autopsy photo. You hide yourself more against Matt, not at all ashamed of your choice.

“She’s Enhanced,” is Jessica’s reply, almost blank with stifled emotion.

“She’s a kid. They are hunting Enhanced kids.”

“Why?” Foggy questions, sounding wet, like he’s starting to tear up. You don’t blame him in any way. “Why would they do that?”

Under you, the Devil finally speaks, his voice low and eerily calm, “it doesn’t matter why. We are going to find them, and we are going to stop them.”

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jadegrey711 · 26 days ago

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Okay how about some Wally smut buuttt

Like imagine this is to the time all ghosts are alive just so it makes more sense. Like reader is either Charley or Rhonda’s younger sibling and has a huge crush on Wally but like Charley or Rhonda who ever told Wally to like keep his fingers off because reader was a virgin and Wally was a hungry jock. And ofc he tried to get reader to fuck hun

So like virginity taking and dom wally ? Please?

A/N: Ask and you shall recieve dear anon. This one turned out LOONNGG, so strap yourselves in everyone! I worked very hard on this one hopefully our dear Wally Clark is dom enough for you Anon!

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You were chatting with your friend, when you heard the sound of his arm hitting the locker, making you jump slightly before turning around.

"Well well if it isn't my favorite Rosen sister."

"Hi Wally." You said, quickly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Fuck Wally loved when you did that kind of shit. Acting so shy and demure. He wanted nothing more than to see if this little innocent act you put on was real. And if it was? Oh fuck there's nothing more he'd like to do than to make you as filthy as he was.

"How are you today, Peaches?" He asked with a grin plastered to his face. "Didn't miss me too much did ya?"

You let out a small giggle. "Why would I miss you? We just saw it each other during third period?"

"Yeah but now it's after lunch. That's a long time without seeing your pretty face." He started to reach out but stopped himself from touching you just as Rhonda rounded the corner.

"Clark." She said curtly. "Don't you have some where better to be? I'm sure the other jocks miss you, since you all share the same brain cell."

"Rhonda. That's not very nice." You whispered looking back at Wally who took it in stride.

Wally gave a flourished bow, making you grin. "Thank you Rhonda for thinking I have a brain cell. It's by far the best compliment I've gotten from you."

Rhonda's lip curled before she gave a tight smile. "Guess I'm going to have to think of something more insulting the next time we meet." Rhonda said in a chipper voice. "And stay away from my sister, Clark." She said with finality as she looped her arm with yours before pulling you away.

"As you wish Rosen. See you in third period, Peaches."

You turned back towards Wally and gave him another one of your shy smiles, before rounding the corner with Rhonda.

...

"Why are you always so mean to him, Rhonda?"

"Because guys like that are trouble with a capital "T". He’s literally gone through all the girls in our year. And I don’t want to see you get hurt by him.”

“Why would you think he’d hurt me?”

“Because there’s only one thing that that boy wants and you’re likely to get a disease giving it to him.” She said with a disgusted sniff.

“He can’t be that bad.” You said softly.

“He is. So, please.” Rhonda said pulling you aside, putting her hands on your arms as an added emphasis that she was dead serious about this. “Can you promise me that you’re not going to talk to him anymore?”

You let out a snort. “Rhonda, I'm only a year younger than you and you can’t tell me what to do. Especially not who to talk to. Wally is a harmless flirt and I don't plan on doing anything with him or to him anytime soon. Okay? Happy?”

Rhonda let out a sigh. “No. I’d be happier if you said “I'll never go near him again, Rhonda.” like I wanted you too. But, you’re truly my sister and stubborn like an ox. So I won’t press it and hope that the chance of getting a venereal disease is enough of a deterrent.”

“It is. And thank you for being such a protective sister.” You said kissing her cheek and walking off. “Now get to class, Berkeley doesn’t like slackers!” You shouted as you walked away from Rhonda. Feeling your heart race as you did, knowing that you just completely lied to your sister. You had no plans to stay away from Wally in fact; they were the complete opposite.

You were always the good girl, your sister was the badass that was getting into Berkely and while you were equally capable. You were always labeled just as the goody two shoes, the sweet angel sister. But Wally, Wally didn’t look at you like that. Wally looked at you like he could see into your mind and see all of the dark and sensual thoughts that were swirling around in there. He looked at you like he wanted to help you achieve each and every one of those sensual thoughts and bring them to life. And maybe… you just might let him.

Wally walked into his friend’s house not surprised he was having another Saturday night rager with his parents gone again for the weekend. But what did surprise Wally was watching you walk in with your friends twenty minutes later. Wally sipped his beer in silence and wondered what you were doing here. You never came to these types of parties, occasionally he’d see Rhonda here, letting loose with the rest of the academic overachievers; but never you. Wally watched you make your way around the party, obviously slightly uncomfortable as you met different people your friends introduced you to, but Wally’s curiosity really peaked when he watched you take the first tequila shot.

Now that was something he’d really never seen you do and Wally smiled as he watched your face screw up in disgust after you swallowed the first shot.

He felt like a predator as he watched you, his cute little bunny having fun and letting loose more than he’d ever seen you do. He was intrigued and wondered what spurred this new desire to take shots at a highschool party. Wally didn’t know but he was having fun watching you take a few more shots and watched as you became more and more comfortable in your surroundings, chatting more animatedly with random people and after the fourth shot, that’s when you finally spotted him watching you.

He licked his lips, as he watched your eyes widened before quickly looking away from him. Wally knew the time for watching was over and put down his empty cup and walked over to you.

“Going a bit fast there huh Peaches?”

You swiveled your head towards Wally’s direction and immediately regretted that as your brain took five whole business days to catch up with your head, making your vision spin.

“Oh god.” You said, grabbing hold of Wally’s jacket. His arms immediately wrapped around you keeping you close.

“Yeah I think you’ve had plenty of fun to last the rest of the semester, Peaches. Come on.” He said gruffly and brought you over to the kitchen where less people were hanging around and suddenly lifted you up and placed you so you were sitting on the counter top.

You let out a sigh as you grabbed your head.

“Here.” Wally said, handing you a cup.

“I really shouldn’t mix drinks Wally.” You said your cheeks feeling hot.

Wally chuckled. “No you shouldn’t, Peaches. That’s water.” He gestured to the cup.

“Oh! Thank you.” You said feeling your cheeks go even hotter at your embarrassment, before taking the cup from his hand.

“So, what brings you out tonight?”

“It’s a party.”

“I know that, I just didn't think you knew what those were.”

“I just don't usually have fun at these kinds of events, everyone is always drinking and I usually don’t. So I get bored and I just think it's better not going to one of these.” You said honestly.

“So, what made you decide to come now and what got in your pretty little head to decide to do all those tequila shots?”

“I thought.” you paused.

“You thought what?”

You bit down on your bottom lip. Trying to determine if the tequila was truly working its magic, giving you the courage to do what you came here to do. “ I thought if I’d have a few shots I’d finally have the courage to do what I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”

“And what’s that Peaches?” He whispered leaning closer to you.

“This.” You whispered back and pressed your lips to Wally’s. He felt soft under your lips and you heard Wally let out a little gasp but he didn't pull away from you. You let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you closer to his body, til you were on the edge of the counter top.

Wally deepened the kiss and you let out a little squeak at the feel of his tongue slipping in with yours. As his danced with yours in a fight of dominance you melted against Wally.

“Damn Clark! Let the girl breathe”. Someone called out and you pulled away from Wally and his demanding kisses, much to Wally’s chagrin.

“Fuck off Matthews.” Wally said gruffly.

You looked from the heckler back to Wally. Feeling your cheeks heat at the fact that you had just kissed Wally.

“I’m sorry.” You said, about to hop off the counter, but Wally gently placed his hands on your arms and kept you in place.

“Nothing to be sorry about Peaches. But what spurred this on?”

“I've liked you for a really long time Wally and I was hoping tonight that kiss might lead to something more.”

Wally looked around and then back at you. There was no way he could believe what he was hearing right now. “Peaches. Are you?”

“I want to have sex with you Wally.” You blurted out, before biting down on your bottom lip. You can’t believe you just said that.

“Peaches…” He said softly. “I don’t think you really want that, that might just be the liquor talking.” He said reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“It's not the tequila Wally besides. I'm just tipsy, I’m not drunk.”

“Still Peaches. I don’t think you want to be making this kind of decision lightly, and especially shouldn’t be making it when you’re “tipsy, not drunk”” He mimicked you and chuckled, his fingers finding your cheek.

“I’m not taking anything lightly!” You said frustratedly. “I’m tired of being scared of the things I want.” You said reaching your hand up to his face, but then pulling away; like you burned your hand.

“Peaches. I want you too.” He said slowly letting the words fall from his lips.

“You do?” You said surprised, looking up into his large brown eyes.

He nodded, then reached for your face again, his thumb tracing your lips before pulling it down. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. “I’ve wanted you for a while, Peaches. I just didn’t think you’d like someone like me.”

“Someone like you?”

He chuckled. “Some might call me a dog.”

“My sister?” With that the both of you started laughing and Wally nodded. “Your sister most of all.”

“But you want me despite that?”

Wally chuckled again. “Yeah Peaches. I want you so bad.” He let out a sigh, taking in the sight of your lips, your cheeks, your eyes. “But I’m afraid that I won’t be able to let you go if I get you into bed with me.”

“I - I don’t have a problem with that.”

Wally smirked. “Oh Peaches, I really don’t think you understand the trouble you’re putting yourself into.” He said, gently pushing open your legs so he can stand between them. His hands felt like molten lava as they ran up and down your arms, sending a flurry of sparks throughout your body at the small touch.

You didn’t know what got into you as you replied. “W-why don’t you show me?” You gulped.

Wally’s eyes met yours in a flash. He held your gaze assessing if you truly meant what you said. He watched as you bit your lip and reached out and pulled your bottom lip away from your teeth with his thumb. Then replaced his thumb with his lips. He was soft in his kiss, taking his time to open you up to him, but he really didn’t need to; you were already putty in his hands.

He groaned against your lips, his tongue just barely touching yours as your lips pressed into each other. “Oh, Peaches.” He whispered against your lips. “You’re in trouble.”

You felt a shudder rack down your body at his words and watched as he backed away from the countertop and grabbed your waist, carefully putting you down on your feet. He grabbed your hand and led you through the party, it was like everything around you was a blur except for Wally. You felt your heart racing like it was going to burst out of your chest.

You followed Wally upstairs, and down the hall into a bedroom you didn’t recognize and when he shut the door it was like he was shutting out the whole world with it.

As you stood in the center of a room you didn’t know, you took in the sight of Wally standing by the door and you got the sensation of being prey watched by the predator. You nervously rung your hands, and had the strangest sensation to start laughing.

Much to your horror a small giggle escaped your lips, earning a smile from Wally as he walked over to you.

“What’s so funny, Peaches?” He asked, his hand finding its way up to your face again, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Are you thinking of backing out? ‘Cuz we can stop at any time.” He said softly, leaning down and placing a kiss to the spot right under your ear. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.

“N-No, I don’t want to back out, it's just nerves.”

“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to, Peaches.” He repeated, as he kissed the other side of your neck.

“That feels nice.” You whispered, and Wally chuckled.

“That’s just a taste, Peaches.” He purred, his hands doing that thing again where he ran them up and down your arms, before he pulled you into your body and pressed a kiss to your lips. You met his lips eagerly, and hesitantly started reaching up to his neck, but backed down. Wally wasn’t going to have any of that; he’s waited long enough to have your hands on him. He reached for your hands and placed them around his neck.

“This what you want, Peaches? You wanna touch me?”

You nodded, eagerly plunging your fingers into his soft hair as he started kissing you again.

“You can touch me anywhere, Peaches, just say the word. This is about you more than it’s about me.” Wally pulled you in close and while he was still kissing you bent down and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and guiding the two of you to the bed. He sat down with you still in his lap. You pulled away from him for a moment, to look into those gorgeous brown eyes, seeing that they were more of a gold color now. You reached out and traced the tip of his nose, your finger running down to his lips, already swollen from your kisses; doing the same thing he did to you.

“You’re beautiful Wally.” You smiled and he answered by pressing his lips back to yours.

Wally’s touches started getting heavier and his kisses sloppier and in this position you could feel how hard he was for you. You let out a little gasp as his hands snuck to your ass and grabbed a fistful of you, before moving your hips to meet against his.

“Wally!” You gasped out.

“Shh. It’s okay Peaches. Just let me make you feel good.” He said before rocking your hips against his core again, the seam of your jeans hitting just the right spot, causing heat to pool in your core and for you to moan. “That’s it, Peach. Just let it roll over you.” He purred as his movements became more frequent and surprisingly you started to feel something building in the base of your belly.

“Wally.” You gasped out. “I should probably tell you.” You moaned against his lips. “I-I’ve never-”

“That’s okay, that’s okay.” He said repeatedly, completely drunk off of you. “Let me do the work. Let me make you feel good, Peach.” He moans, grinding your sex against his and you feel your orgasm build higher in the base of your stomach.

“Fuck Wally.” You moaned.

“Chase it Peach.” he moaned, as you grabbed fistfuls of his hair and yanked as you felt your orgasm build and finally crash over the edge.

“Fuck!” You screamed, your head falling into the crook of Wally’s neck, feeling his chest rise and fall under your hands; you barely even registered the feeling of Wally’s fingers undoing your jeans and sliding his hands inside your underwear. You gasped in surprise.

“Too much, Peach?” He chuckled, his thumb circling your clit, making your eyes roll. “I’ve gotta get you all warmed up for me. I know she needs a lot of attention.”

“Wally.” You breathed out, barely able to get his name out with how overstimulated you were becoming. Feeling surprised at that hot sensation in the base of your belly growing again.

His large fingers slipped deeper into your heat, you let out a wince as Wally tried to push in two of his fingers but he scaled it down to one. “I’ve waited so long for this Peaches, I'll take as long as you need. Get you so fucking wet for me tonight. You’ll never have enough after me. Do you understand?”

You nodded. As Wally pulled your shirt up and over your head, and worked to undo the clasp of your bra as well. When he achieved his goal he took a moment to take in your breasts.

“Fuck me.” He whispered.

You felt your cheeks flush and your hands moved to cover yourself, but Wally was much quicker.

“Oh dont you fucking dare.” he growled. “These are mine now.” He said reaching for you he clasped both of your hands and with one of his kept them behind your back, arching your breasts out to his eager eyes. “Much better.” He purred. His large thumb circling your nipple earning a low moan from you. Before he replaced his hand with his mouth earning a sharp gasp from you.

“Wally!”

“This is just a taste, Peaches. In a minute after I suck these pretty little nipples I'm going to see just how sweet you taste.” His hand went back to the back of your undone jeans. Gripling your hip and knocking you against him again, feeling how hard he was for you.

“Fuck Peaches, I could do this all night. Just sucking these pretty nipples keeping them nice and hard for me while you dry hump my lap.”

“Wally please!” You whined, trying to move your hips faster against his clothed cock.

“Please what Peaches? What did you want me to do to you?” He smirked, as his tongue rolled around your nipple, keeping his eyes on yours.

“Fuck me.” You begged.

“Nuh Uh uh. Not yet. There's so much more fun to be had. But I will soon, Peaches. I’ll fill you up so good that you’ll be dripping me for days and then I’m gonna come over to your house every night and fuck you til your sweet pussy drips just at the sight of me.” He pulled away from your nipples, letting go of your wrists and grabbed your hips again and in a moment he had you flipped onto his bed and started pulling down your pants.

“Wally, what are you doing now?” you gasped.

“I'm going to eat you up Peaches and taste just how sweet you are. By the time I’m done with my meal you’ll be ready for me to fuck you.”

Wally took his time pulling off your jeans, kissing down your body as he pulled. Leaving you a squirming mess under him.

“Stay still honey. Or else I'm going to have to tie you up to this bed and then I won't fuck you for hours. Now be a good girl and spread those pretty legs for me.”

Wally kept eye contact with you as you spread your legs for him and he nestled himself in between your legs. His broad shoulders keeping you open and exposed for him.

“Oh, Peaches.” he praised running his two fingers down your folds, seeing how wet and sticky you were for him. Your eyes widened as Wally popped his fingers in his mouth and hummed. “Just as I thought, sweet as peaches.” He smiled like the cat that caught the canary. “I’m going to make this so good for you Peaches.”

Wally grabbed your legs, bringing them around his back, opening you wider for him; before he leaned down to your pussy, keeping eye contact with you as he did. He extended his tongue out and you watched as he licked up your pussy; earning high keen from you.

His thumb came up and pulled the hood of your clit back so he could suck on it and it had you nearly jumping off the bed.

“What did I say? I'll tie you up, Peach. I mean it. Now let a man enjoy his dessert.” Wally hummed against your pussy earning another low moan from you as Wally added a finger into the mix.

“Don't fight it. I know she's sensitive right now. And that’s not about to change.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your thighs, to keep your pussy close to his face and then he really went to town. He devoured you in every sense of the way, his tongue alternated between flicking your clit, lavishing your pussy with long languid licks and even added it to where his finger was pumping slowly inside of you.

“Fuck Wally!” You said turning your head left and right, undecided about whether you needed to get away from him or couldn’t get enough.

“Put your hands in my hair, Peaches.” He ordered and you did. You ran your hands through his hair, gripping harshly as he found a particular spot that had you keening. He moaned, “That’s it. Pull my hair.” He groaned and you noticed he was moving against the bed.

“Wally? What are you doing?” You asked, curiosity coming to the forefront of your mind for just a moment.

Wally chuckled against you and hummed again, sending another lightning bolt of pleasure through you again. “I get pleasure from eating you, Peach, but I also like a little added pleasure, so I hump the bed a bit.”

“Oh!”

“Don’t worry Peach, I’ll still be hard and ready for you by the time I’m done with my meal. There’s so much I’ll teach you, Peach.” He moaned into you, and added another finger into you, this time with ease.

“Oh Wally!”

“That’s it Peach, don't fight it. Cum on my face.” He growled, picking up the pace of his fingers. And with another suck on your clit, you did; you came all over that pretty boy’s face. Wally held down your stomach as you lifted off the bed as he ate you through your orgasm.

“Fuck wally fuck!” You screamed, thrashing trying to get away from him but it was no use you wanted Wall and now you had him but it felt more like Wally had you right where he wanted you.

Wally let out a chuckle as he pulled away from you, seeing the fucked out look on your face. He placed another kiss to your clit and earned a low hiss from you. “That will not be the last time I have you like that, understand, Peach?”

You tried to summon the energy to nod and Wally laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips and you tasted yourself on his lips.

“You think you’re ready for me Peach? Or do you need another session with my tongue?” He smiled. You tried to gain as much energy as you could to wrap your arms around Wally’s neck.

“I need you, Wally.” You said, your voice coming out whiny.

“Alright, Peach. You’ll have me. You’ve been so good for me.” He purred, kissing your temple and reaching beside you the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He was effortless as he ripped the wrapper with his teeth, and began to pull down his pants.

You sat up in bed and watched as he kicked off his pants and began to roll the condom over his length. “You like what you see, Peach?”

You bit your lip and nodded.

Wally smiled. “Maybe next time you can suck me off huh, Peach?” Your eyes widened at that and you felt your body flush all over again as you imagined, Wally above you panting and gripping your hair as you tried to suck him off.

Wally bit his lip. “Oh yeah we are definitely trying that another time. But for right now.” he leaned down and kissed your body. “ Are you ready for me Peach?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Good girl. Now wrap your legs around me, Peach.” He helped wrap your legs around his waist, keeping you open and even though he had just made you cum at least two times already this felt more intimate than anything you had already done.

You let out a groan as you felt Wally’s length slide against your pussy, the head of his cock bumping against your clit, making you gasp. You watched as he covered his cock in your release before notching himself at your entrance.

“Are you ready for me Peach?” He said teasingly as he pushed himself in just a bit before pulling himself out again.

You nodded eagerly. “That's my girl. Now again. We can stop anytime you want. Okay?” He breathed out, his forehead pressing against yours.

You nodded again, wrapping your arms around his neck to brace yourself for the intrusion. You and Wally both let out a groan together as he pushed himself deeper into you. You clawed at Wally's back as you felt yourself stretch to accommodate his cock.

“Wally.” You whined, as he stopped and let you adjust before pushing deeper.

“I know baby, but I know she can take it.” He purred, as he slid another inch deeper into you. Your nails clawed down Wally’s back as you felt yourself stretch to further accommodate him.

Wally chuckled. “My Peach has got claws. I like it, mark me up, baby ‘cuz I plan to do the same to you.” He said before he leaned down and started sucking on your neck, before finally he slid all the way into you.

You let out a high keen, your nails digging deeper into Wally’s back.

“Shh, shh.” He hushed. “See? I knew I’d fit. You were made just for me.” He moaned and started moving, his thrusts slow and precise. Before he started picking up the pace. “God, Peach, you're perfect. You feel so tight and warm my cock.”

“Wally.” You moaned out, the sensation of being so full was foreign but pleasant to you; especially when Wally reached between the two of you and started rubbing circles on your clit; sending lightning through your body.

“Still doing okay, Peach?” He asked, his eyes focused on yours like a hawk. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip as you felt that familiar feeling of your orgasm building in the base of your stomach again. “Words, Peach. I want to hear your words.”

“Yes Wally.”

“Does it feel good?” He purred, circling your clit as he slowed his pace down again.

“Yes Wally.” You repeated.

“Good. You’re taking me so well, Peach.” He praised, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “God, Peach, you're gripping me so tight.” He moaned. “I want you to cum one more time before I fill you up.” He growled in your ear, his fingers making quick work of you as he circled your clit faster; your orgasm growing and growing before it crashed over you.

“Wally!” You screamed, your back arching up from the bed as Wally held you close through the aftershocks of your third orgasm of the night.

“Good girl, Peach squeezed my cock with that pretty pussy.” He smirked, before he set his thrusts at a brutal pace, he barely let you calm down from your previous orgasm before he was building you back up to your final one of the night. “Peach.” he breathed. “Fuck.” He moaned, his forehead pressed against yours as his hips pistoned into you. “This may be your first time, but it won’t be your last time with me. Understand me Peach? You are mine. This pussy will come to crave me, just as much as I crave her, and maybe down the line you’ll actually let me fill you up.”

Wally’s words worked magic over you, as you gripped tighter onto him and felt yourself fall over the edge once more but this time Wally fell with you. “Fuck!” He moaned out, his hips stuttering and slowly slowing down until he stilled inside of you.

You felt your eyes roll back, as sleep threatened to overtake your exhausted body. Wally was careful as he slid out of you and disposed of the condom, before he got out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom.

You felt your eyes close for only a moment and then you woke to a cold sensation against your core as Wally carefully wiped you down. “Easy, Peach. She’s gonna be sore.” He chuckled before placing the cloth on the bedside table and climbing back into bed with you; pressing a kiss to your cheek as he wrapped you up in your arms. You let out a sigh, feeling yourself fall back into the arms of sleep; when suddenly a thought occurred to you.

“Wally.”

“Mmm. Yea Peach?” he hummed against your hair, his nose nuzzling you.

“This isn’t your room right?”

“No, Peach.”

“How did you know where to find the condoms?”

He chuckled. “Mark is a good friend of mine and I know where he keeps his things. Don’t worry though Peach, next time we’ll be in my bed, and you’ll have a hell of a lot harder time leaving it than you will this bed.”

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the great encounters of xianzhou luofu's haunted house w.c. ~3k

ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ a collection of your four great encounters with a dragon, zombie, lion, and a changeling, and their daily life in your house (your haunted house haha)

dan heng (IL) + zombie!blade + guardianlion!jing yuan + changeling!luocha x gnreader | gang of idiots, 4 crazy guys in your house, they share one brain cell (and its dan heng's), short writings and bullet point headcanons, found family vibes, huo huo as your exorcist, tail is there too ig, chaos everywhere, probs out of character, rushed this for halloween (failed) so quality is questionable

ghosts, heliobi, creatures, and all the like—you have seen what no normal person could. you coined this as a curse of sorts, a coagulation of the corrupted karma from your ancestors, you rationalised.

you need serious help. under the black quilt of the night sky, tall tales speak of a renowned exorcist. if they are as good as locals say, the days of sleepless nights and hair-pulling frustration will finally be cleansed.

in the fyxestroll garden, bad omens riddle the place. perhaps it is a promising sign of the exorcists' capabilities, who is unintimated in the territory of their enemies. you reach a pavilion, scanning the people and matching them to your criteria: short girl, green, and… weird tail.

“uhm,” the ‘weird tail’ was an understatement. “are you huo huo?”

the girl jumps when you tap her shoulder from behind, swinging her fiery tail around as she faces you. “oh!” her mouth shapes into a circle, eyes frantically flitting. “h-how may i help you?”

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you,” you smile, pulling a friendly expression in hopes that it will calm her jittery nerves. “i’ve heard that you deal with exorcisms? i was hoping you could help me with such matters.”

“uhhh, do you know who you are speaking to?” your eyes follow the bouncing of green flames behind huo huo, confused at the sudden third voice. “we are the best in town! you should be on your knees! to even comprehend that you dare approach us-”

huo huo scrambles to hide the boisterous heliobus. “sorry! don’t mind him…” the tail harrumphed, letting her regain control. “w-what ails you to come seek me?”

“ah, well,” you tap your chin in contemplation. “there’s a lot.”

and so, you begin recounting your haunted days to huo huo.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚. what was believed to be an all-mighty species in the past, was reduced to a forgotten folklore.

when you found dan heng, he was lying wounded in an alley like a stray cat. nothing about power or might was portrayed on his face: creased eyebrows, gritted teeth, he clutched onto a bleeding patch by his abdomen.

you took the injured creature to your home, and now, somehow, its his home too.

distant and quiet at first

when you took interest in your his book, he opened up ever so little – non stop yapping when you engage with his interests

dreams of traversing the universe in a massive space-weaving train

reveals that his nightmares are of a gruesome past. you stay by his side during those nights

you thought he would leave eventually after healing. how come he’s also cooking your meals and cleaning the place?

you learned the language of his tail: when he’s delighted, it wags like a dog. his tail brushes and wraps lightly around your leg when he is really relaxed

brews crazy bitter coffee – learned from a certain person. wakes you up like a slap to the face

it was another stressful day of work. endless papers and nagging, you were sure your supervisor must have been an enemy of the past who came to haunt you too.

yet, when you opened the door, the stress seeped out like vapour. after all, you had a dragon in your home. his terrific presence was ovepowering.

“hey, dan heng,” the mythical dragon was reading the latest volume by his favourite author. it was a strange image to wrap your head around in the beginning. as months passed, you grew accustomed to this daily life. “how’s the book?”

dan heng’s tail swished upon seeing you. quickly, he averted his eyes back on the book. “intriguing. it writes in detail of a distant planet covered in snow.”

“oh?” you placed a cushion on the floor, sitting next to him. you yawned, almost unhinging your jaw. “is it… good…?” you were slipping out of your composure, head hanging low, your body close to spilling over the table. sleep was taking you.

dan heng caught your shoulders, saving you from injury. your head was heavy with burden. he lifted some of your weight as he moved your head onto his shoulder, even if only temporarily.

as still as concrete, he dared not to rouse you from your deserved sleep. he has seen your restless days and effort to chase after the unforgiving deadline. it was why he took on your domestic duties, as best as he could, cleaning and cooking to ease some of your responsibilities.

his tail wrapped around your leg. just as you have been there for his nights, imbibitor lunae would be there for yours too.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞. languid posture, killer eyes. a jiangshi, was your initial thought, yet he had no affinity for blood. but it was definitely not human.

you were strolling along the xianzhou pier when you bumped against a brooding frame. bowing your head, a wordless apology, you wished for that to be the end of the interaction.

it was only when you were in front of your house door, that you realised it had followed you, lured by your scent, the scent of a vidyadhara. no words, no other action. braindead? perchance.

when you opened the door, all hell broke loose between the dragon and a zombie.

that zombie went by blade.

theres not a day when dan heng and blade aren't having a go at each other

speaks even less words than dan heng. stares at you whenever he wants something. you’ve more or less learnt how to read him by following his gaze. for example, looking at the door meant he was bored and needed his walkies wanted to go outside

personal guard dog. will accompany you outside and swing his sword at anything threatening. although for blade, the threshold for what counts as threatening is horribly low. good thing normal people can’t see him

not too fond of light. when it is too bright, he trusts your body to block it. e.g. stretching your shirt as if it can hide him inside too

no thought, head empty. forgetful, zombies don't have the best memory

does he not notice the drool on his mouth when he stares at your bare arm? bites you randomly. not painful, though. you are always praying that his bites aren’t infectious like in the stories

sometimes you hear blade’s quiet ramblings. jingliu? maybe a fellow zombie friend. paying a price? maybe he’s in debt

“could you both please stop it already?!” your throat was burning.

“he… started it…!” the dragon struggled beneath the zombie, who was clawing at his nemesis.

you knew one effective way to stop this. “blade! i’m going for a walk!”

works like magic. blade immediately halted, empty brain firing at the trigger word. with one last sassy side eye at dan heng, he took his rightful place by your side.

dan heng stared at him, stunned. “what the…you littl-”

you browsed the stalls. a radiant shine caught your attention. it was a pendant made of multicoloured glass beads, hanging on a thread of intertwining rainbows. you held it under the sun, a kaleidoscope of crimson and sable shimmers reflected on your skin. it reminded you of blade.

without another thought, you purchased it enthusiastically. you turned to blade who stood with his sword in his crossed arms, eyes closed. “blade, let’s go. i have something for you.” you whispered, though most people would believe you were talking to yourself anyways.

blade nodded, eyes half-open. “o…kay…” his fingers tugged onto a corner of your jacket, a preventative measure for getting lost.

you both sat on a bench far removed from watchful eyes. verdant trees hung over you, shading you in camouflage.

taking the pendant out, you handed it to blade, smiling. “for you.”

“what gives…?” blade questioned, inspecting the gift as if it had evil hidden powers.

“no reason, really,” you watched his careful hands which cradled the pendant. “well, i guess it reminded me of you.”

blade gazed at you. he looked at you and then his pocket. you tried to decipher it; this was one wasn’t in the manual.

he scooped out a golden lump and handed it to you, holding your hand in his. “for you… too…” blade mumbled.

“wait… this is…” you picked up his gift, eyebrows creased. “this is… this is the limited edition ultra rare golden super original one-in-a-billion trashcan figurine! you remembered!” you squealed, excited beyond measure. “how did you even- did you steal this??”

of course he remembered your favourites, however hard it may be for the forgetful blade. when he thought of you, even he, a zombie, could become human again.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧. these pairs of statues were all too common in the streets of xianzhou, a semblance of divine protection and prosperity.

you were on your usual stroll, which happens to attract the worst fates, when you felt a pair of eyes on you. you gulped. the one day you don’t bring blade along, has to be the time where his sword would prove useful.

turning around, you saw a guardian lion statue. wait, did it just tilt its head?

you blinked. that day choked the loudest scream out of you. in front of you was the spirit known as jing yuan.

you opened the door to your house. hell broke another time between a dragon, zombie, and a lion.

in spirit, jing yuan is a lion; by heart, he is a sloth. bro sleeps all day like a cat (though a lion is a big cat). unlike blade, jing yuan loves sleeping in the sun

reliable, wise old spirit. offers you good life lessons.

gently scolds dan heng and blade when they fight, like a father and his children. works 50/50 on blade, but your method has a 100% gacha rate. you become the emergency button.

fluffy mane. works great as a stress reliever (approved)

has a good friend, lightning lord, who comes to hang out

cultivated a garden in the back. plucks the flowers for you.

fondness for children. he did mention having adopted some blue kid once.

“now that i think about it,” you turned to jing yuan who was sluggishly lying on the living room floor, flicking through the tv. “where’s your partner? don’t guardian lions come in pairs?”

jing yuan was chewing on some jerky. “i ate them.”

“huh?” you examined the jerky in his mouth. “surely not…”

jing yuan did not respond, smirking like a mischievous cat. he patted down the space next to him.

you raised an eyebrow before sitting down where he wanted you, legs splayed on the floor. the afternoon sun casted its gaze through your window. it was perfect for a nap.

jing yuan decided just that, taking your lap up on offer. his bountiful mane bundled like wool in your hands as you stroked his head.

“what if i clone myself? perhaps that can complete the pair.” jing yuan hypothesised, a playful gleam in his eyes.

“you can do that?” you asked curiously.

“why, of course. as a powerful spirit, my abilities are quite extensive. i can even make blade smile with his teeth showing.”

“ah,” the thought was uncanny. “please leave blade alone.”

suddenly, a bulky weight pressed onto you from behind. strong arms draped around your waist, encircling you in a warm embrace. someone or something was nuzzling onto your shoulder.

you looked back and saw jing yuan. you looked in front and saw jing yuan. two. jing. yuans. your brain exploded. “o-oh-”

the original jing yuan studied how your body grew warmer. “if you like it so much, i can keep him here...” he purred.

“i don’t…” you recollected your jumbled thoughts, retraining your breathing. “it’s too many spirits here! one jing yuan is enough.”

original jing yuan grinned. “so that’s your answer.”

clicking his fingers, the original jing yuan sucked in the fake one, like he was drinking a beverage. he rubbed his belly, satisfied, the cat-like smile plastered on his face.

everyday you experience something new. “oh… my god.”

jing yuan licked his lips. “told you i ate them.”

“did jing yuan just...” dan heng was standing in the doorway, perturbed. a giant shadow loomed behind him. “commit cannibalism...?”

blade charged forward, sword in hand.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. a myth that travelled from the far west, they were also known as shapeshifters.

on your casual walk, and you swore after this you were never leaving the house again, you stopped by a pharmacy. you talked to a blonde man behind the counter and asked for pain relievers.

“uhmm, sorry, who are you talking to?” the assistant was concerned as she approached you.

you pointed at the man in front of you who was chewing on the assistant’s head. “huh? what?”

you did not realise that luocha was a spirit, his human disguise fooling as intended.

blade kicked down your door before you could open it. the changeling struggled against a dragon, a zombie, and a lion.

the most enigmatic one out of the bunch. even the other spirits are creeped out

occasionally, his neck creaks at impossible angles, bones crunching. recites anything he has absorbed. kinda like a parrot. you get used to it.

the house is cramped so luocha is banished to the basement with his coffin. sometimes sleeps on the living room floor. always tripping over his body. plus, he sleeps with his eyes open

outside of his healing expertise, he has negative common sense in everything else. has probably almost burnt the house down a hundred times, if not for jing yuan’s protection spell. chews on blade’s hair like a horse. dan heng will weaponise an egg in hand when needed

willing to learn the ways of the human. is attached to you as he copies your actions, but is sloppy and clumsy

changeling powers come in handy for espionage. want to change your work days? ask luocha to disguise as your boss and grant seven sundays

will sometimes shapeshift when overwhelmed – like a shut-down response? whose dog is that? why is there an elephant on the toilet?

waking up to another dreadful day, you headed downstairs. luocha rose from the dead like a mummy, arms criss-crossed on his chest.

your heart leaped. “the living room floor again?! ugh…” it was too early for this.

“good morning, master.” luocha stood up. he bowed, and you cringed hearing his spine break in half.

“uh, you don’t have to call me that.” you scratched your head as luocha reanimated himself back up straight.

luocha scratched his head. “your majesty?” he curtsied, almost tumbling.

“no, that’s worse.” you tilted your head.

he tilted his head. “my honeybear?”

“what? where did you learn that?” you sighed. “just call me by my name. and please stop breaking your neck already.”

luocha readjusted his twisted neck. “hmm, i see.”

you walk to the kitchen, roaming for breakfast. luocha marched up to you. “what is the most wondrous one doing anon, languish in posture and darkened eyes, at the crack of the ascending, hopeful dawn, at which hour thee shouldst beest slumbering soundly without a careth?”

you just barely understood him. “making breakfast, wanna help?”

“oh, i see.” luocha’s eyes twinkled. he read about this in the books, the part where the two main characters get closer as they cook together. a domestic activity that touches the hearts of readers as the characters brush hands, sidled close.

grabbing your ingredients, you chopped the tomatoes in slow demonstration for the learning luocha. “here, you try.”

“i see.” luocha takes the knife, his grip questionable as he holds the blade upright like a sword. fear ran cold in your veins as you gulped it down.

“u-uhh, maybe don’t hold it like that- holy sh- luocha you chopped your leg off!!”

“that didn’t work.” luocha calmly reattached his leg like it was just another day.

your lips curved down. “let me see it.” your fingers caress the area when the wound would have manifested. it really did heal.

“i... see…” luocha read about this. the part where the main lead tends to the other’s injuries. was it hurt and comfort? in this scenario, they get closer as their true feelings spill out after almost losing each other. then… they k-k-k-k-k-k-k-ki-kik-kis-kis-kit-kith-

“luocha, why did you turn into an elephant?”

you sigh the weight off your chest after recounting your strange encounters. “so that’s that.”

huo huo’s eyes are distraught.

“ha! hah! hahahaahaha!” the tail, conveniently named ‘tail’, roars, “how miserable! so, you want us to perform an exorcism? name your price peasant, no lower than a million credits!”

“tail…” huo huo swats at the heliobus. she looks back at you. “if it’s an exorcism… i can place a talisman in your home to w-ward off the yin energy temporarily. i suspect that your overflowing yang energy is… attracting strong spirits.”

“well… that means they won’t come back?”

huo huo tilts her head, pondering the stars. “i guess so,” she notices your scrunched eyebrows. “... are you sure about this? oh! not that i-i’m saying you shouldn't but… you looked happy when you were talking…”

“huh? really?”

“preposterous!” the tail fumes, “you mean that they looked depressed! depressed! why in lan’s name are you turning away good money?!”

you contemplate for a moment. without those four, your days would be quiet, peaceful. isn’t that what you wanted? isn’t that why you came here in the first place?

maybe, you enjoyed your little haunted house more than you thought.

you sigh, chuckling. your eyes brighten. “thanks, huo huo.”

she nods, smiling at your refreshed confidence.

the night feels different now. lantern lights dress the streets in a bright fever, like the kindling of fire. was it always this warm under the cold night sky?

you open the door once more. the scene is all too familiar.

“hey dan heng, what book is that- “

“blade, why are you biting the table leg?!”

“jing yuan, wake up, it’s past evening already!”

“and luocha… just keep being you, i guess.”

...

“hey, did you hear the rumour down by aurum alley?”

“huh? i don’t think so?”

“apparently, people have heard strange sounds coming from a house: bloody screaming, cracking bones, and worse of all, meowing cats!”

“oh? that’s creepy…”

“yeah, they call it 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐮𝐨𝐟𝐮!”

a/n: i was supposed to get this out by halloween buuuuut i got lazy can't believe i wrote something more unserious for once in my life but it was pretty good fun! hopefully the change in writing style is not too jarring(?) lemme know who you liked most out of the gang! (´ ω `♡) my fav to write was luocha (and tail)! thanks for reading!🎃

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng x reader #blade x reader #jing yuan x reader #luocha x reader #happy (late) halloween guys!!#hsr fluff

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fireside-fanfics · 6 days ago

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Two Fits, One Soul

They’d always shared clothes, even when they shouldn’t have. There were baby pictures of them in matching onesies, matching kindergarten backpacks, Halloween costumes coordinated every year like their moms had a planning committee. They’d been two halves of a whole before either of them understood what that even meant.

People used to ask if they were siblings or cousins … or something else. The “something else” only made sense to them after basic training. After the dust and the exhaustion, the unspoken “you good?” glances between them turned into tangled sheets and Joaquin murmuring, “You still good?” into her collarbone. Their romance unfolded naturally after that; months turned into years.

They accepted Sam Wilson’s offer together and now they were America’s favorite sweethearts, but no one could quite tell if they were together after all. That’s why they enjoyed teasing the American people by hopping on the latest TikTok trends.

« ROUND ONE: GYM RATS »

The video starts with Joaquin in his usual joggers and hoodie, bouncing on his heels while the camera steadies. He flashes a grin at the lens.

“Alright, TikTok, welcome back to another edition of Guess Who’s Closet Is Who’s.”

The camera cuts to the reader—stone-faced, arms crossed in an identical hoodie and joggers set. Only hers fit a little snugger around the hips.

Joaquin leans in off-camera and stage-whispers: “We’re starting easy.”

Cue: music drop. The next clip rolls—now she’s in his exact outfit, sleeves too long and the hoodie swallowing her hands, and he’s in hers, joggers cinched within an inch of their life and looking vaguely scandalized.

The captions on the screen flash: ‭« Round One: Gym Rats » and then ‭« Comment who wore it better. »

« ROUND TWO: OFFICE CASUAL (INTEL VS FIELD DUTY) »

The video splices between her standing in front of a white wall in wide-leg black trousers, a clean white tucked-in tee, and classic black belt cinched just right. Simple. Sharp. Effortlessly composed. She wears the kind of outfit that says I run three departments and still answer emails faster than you blink. White sneakers peek out beneath the hem—grounded, functional, deceptively chill.

Then it cuts to Joaquin in the exact same outfit—shirt just a little tighter around the chest, pants a little long, sneakers still scuffed from field ops. He tries to strike her signature unimpressed pose, but breaks into a grin after three seconds.

“You look like you’re about to launch a cyber war and clean a data warehouse,” he says, adjusting the belt.

She glances at the camera off-frame. “Good. That’s the vibe.”

Next clip—she’s in his field-ready combo: tactical cargo pants, lightweight field jacket with about six too many pockets, and a badge clipped to her hip like she actually needs it to intimidate people.

Joaquin’s voice floats in: “Okay but why do you wear it better?”

She shrugs. “I optimize.”

The comment section explodes:

Why does she look like she runs S.H.IE..L.D. and has everyone’s passwords? 💥 Why does he look like his third espresso hasn’t hit yet? 😵‍💫 Wait—are they dating or just operating on shared brain cells? 🧠

The answer, of course, was yes. They were both. Sam leaned over the back of the couch, peering at the screen.

“Y’all know this is just gonna confuse people more, right?” he asks, laughing at the comments fangirling and shipping the pair.

“Good,” she muttered without looking up. “Confusion is a tactical advantage.”

Joaquin snorted. “You say that like it’s not also your love language.”

“You’re not wrong, babe.”

She gave him a flat look, expression unreadable except for the smallest twitch of her mouth. Joaquin slid an arm around her waist and kissed her temple, chuckling at the girl he loved.

« ROUND THREE: AIR FORCE ERA »

They’d pulled out a pair of old uniforms—standard camo, boots that had seen way too many miles, and name tags still perfectly stitched. The camera zoomed in on the tags:

« TORRES »« SAME TAG. DIFFERENT FIT. »

In one shot, she wore his shirt—oversized and boxy—and he wore her pants, cinched within an inch of their lives with a belt.

Cue a jump cut: both standing back-to-back in full gear, arms crossed. The symmetry was uncanny.

Someone in the comments wrote:

“I would not fight these two. I would simply surrender and offer them snacks.”

« ROUND FOUR: TACTICAL SUIT vs. FALCON SUIT »

“Okay,” Joaquin announced, clapping his hands. “This one’s where things get a little... ambitious.”

She stood in the frame first, in her custom intel suit—sleek and matte black, laced with integrated tech, her hair pulled back and eyes flicking to a glowing wrist interface.

The next clip was Joaquin in the same suit.

Too tight across the chest. He kept tugging the fabric.

“I can’t breathe,” he wheezed, trying to strike her usual hyper-competent pose.

“You don’t need to breathe,” she deadpanned from off-camera. “Just compute.”

Then she walks in wearing his Falcon suit. Fully armored, wings activated, goggles slid up onto her head like she owned them.

She raised an eyebrow at the camera. “Bird mode: engaged.”

The video ends on a softer note. Joaquin’s in a hoodie again—his this time—and she’s curled against his side in matching sweats, scrolling through the comments while he absentmindedly twirls a strand of her hair around his finger.

The caption reads:

We’ve shared everything. Might as well share a closet, too. #FalconAndTheWit #ClosetWars

Later that night, when the video’s crossed a million views and Sam texts “y’all broke the algorithm again. congrats?”, Joaquin glances at her where she’s curled against him.

“You know,” he says softly, “some of them still don’t believe we’re together.”

“Good,” she hums. “That means our stealth game is still strong.”

He nudges her, a wide grin covering his face. “I could make it more obvious. Maybe post that picture of you stealing my hoodie while I was wearing it.”

“I will hack your phone and delete everything, Quino,” she quips back. Her voice is calm, deadpan.

Joaquin laughs. She giggles and her pinky hooks around his pinky under the blanket. They were always two sides of the same coin. And now, they were sharing the same damn drawer space.

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dontbelasagne · 7 months ago

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drawtectives letting us know the ideal family dynamic:

sapphic panic fail girlboss thief (parent)

ace strong prince model (parent)

grandma (third parent)

eugene (child who is possibly older than them all)

and not forgetting

exhausted but carrying their shared brain cell so they dont lose it mum/grandma (fourth parent)

#i want to pick all of them up by their scruff #except jancy because she's distinguished like that #drawtectives #york drawtectives #rose drawtectives #grendan drawtectives #grandma drawtectives #jancy drawtectives #eugene drawtectives #gyorik rogdul #grendan highforge #jancy true #eugene finch

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kendrysaneela · 8 months ago

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Character Guide to the Throuple Boat Show (aka Doctor Odyssey)

I figured I would make a character guide for anyone new to the boat throuple show (AKA Doctor Odyssey) or people who are thinking about watching.

Let’s start with the throuple (ship name Ody3)

Avery Morgan:

Sexuality: Polyamorous and fandom headcanon as bisexual

Only one in the throuple in custody of the brain cell 24/7

Is an NP on ship she has 8 years of schooling

Initiated their first threesome

First one to bring up being a throuple to the boys

Made out with both boys in the first two episodes

Most opinionated woman in the world but not in a bad way in a funny way

Easily jealous but never admits her jealousy

Has worked with Tristan for three years

Had an ex husband who she knew since kindergarten who cheated on her with her best friend and the best friend and the ex husband have triplets now. Has very negative views on committed relationships and monogamy because of this.

Had to have her appendix removed by Max and Tristan in the middle of a hurricane on the cruise ship while it was rocking back and forth severely at one point Max had to brace himself with his feet on the wall.

Wants to perform because she wants to feel joy and be bold

Queer lingo she identifies as during Gay Week: Femme

(Yes Gay Week is literally one of the themes of the week and they all do a queer lingo quiz beforehand to ensure they are all up to date and all state what they are yes this was a real scene)

Tristan Silva:

Sexuality: Unconfirmed but fandom headcanon as bisexual

Shares custody of the brain cell with Max

Is a Nurse on the ship

Mommy issues

Also jealous easily

Very emotionally intelligent

First one to bring up the idea of wanting to have a threesome. Not with the three of them just in general.

Is the first one to accept Avery’s invitation to have a threesome when she initiates

Has been in love with Avery for years

Sunshine personified

Has worked on other cruise ships before the Odyssey

Favorite food is chicken tikka masala crisps (this is significant I promise)

Enjoys the male attention from all the gay men during Gay Week

Part of the weekly boys,butches and bis poker game

(Yes there is a canon weekly poker game named boys,butches and bis)

Queer lingo he identifies as during Gay Week: Twunk

Max Bankman:

Sexuality: Unconfirmed but fandom headcanon as bisexual

Ship’s doctor

Shared custody of the brain cell with Tristan. Tristan has the brain cell more often

Incredibly repressed in every way

Not good with emotions outside of doctoring

Third to join threesome

The Ody3 threesome is the second threesome he has had in his life

Was patient zero for COVID in Connecticut in 2020 (yes really that is actually his backstory)

Makes out with Avery in the pilot right in front of Tristan right after Tristan tells him he’s in love with her.

Watches from afar as Tristan and Avery kiss literally the next episode

Says he wants monogamy but flirts with basically everyone

Obsessed with rubber ducky pollution

In the pilot while they were operating on a man’s broken penis Max, unprompted, told Tristan and Avery he has a big dick that he broke sophomore year of college

Doesn’t go to adventure makes adventure come to him.

Part of the weekly butches,boys and bis poker game

Queer Lingo he Identifies as during Gay Week: Everyone calls him Daddy but he says he’s a jock. Everybody tells him that’s not a thing and he is indeed a Daddy.

Captain Robert Massey:

Sexuality: Straight but a big queer ally always willing to learn

Captain of the ship

Has a gay polyamorous younger brother (played by John Stamos)

Knows lots of gay lingo willing to be quizzed on it

Seemingly an Ody3 shipper

Queer Lingo he Identifies as during Gay Week: Silver Fox

Rosie:

Sexuality: Lesbian

Chief Engineer of the ship

Doesn’t understand climate change

Lesbian/Bisexual solidarity with Corey

Is part of the weekly Boys,Butches and Bis Poker Game

Queer Lingo she Identifies as during Gay Week: Masc

Corey:

Sexuality: Bisexual

Head of Housekeeping

Always down for partying

Lesbian/Bisexual solidarity with Rosie

Is part of the weekly Boys,Butches and Bis Poker Game

Queer Lingo he Identifies as during Gay Week: Twink

Spencer Monroe:

Sexuality: Unknown

First Officer of the ship

Accidentally ate saltwater taffy with psilocybin in the middle of a hurricane once (not his fault he thought it was just normal saltwater taffy)

Part of the weekly boys,butches and bis poker game

Has a vibe with Tristan he can join Ody3 too if he wants

Vivian Montgomery:

Sexuality: Unknown

Chef on the ship

First came on during a Wellness episode where her whole thing was making raw food

She said she didn’t actually like making raw food so the ship hired her to make food she could actually cook

Has also kissed Tristan. Avery is jealous about it. (I would not be disappointed if she made Ody3 Ody4 instead.)

#doctor odyssey #Ody3 #avery morgan #Tristan Silva #max bankman #captain robert Massey #long Doctor odyssey posts

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taevescence · 1 year ago

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Misunderstanding | Kim Taehyung

a/n: I'm so bad with titles lol. At least you get the idea a bit :). In one part it is mentioned that Y/N is not a public figure like Taehyung, even though she is a chaebol. This is because her family is somewhat like that of Samsung's owners, they keep their children's identities secret until they make their own place in the company.

Summary: It's basically your reaction to hearing about the dating rumours between Taehyung and Jennie while the two of you are still in a relationship. And obviously, he is trying to fix things as quickly as possible.

wc: 2.9k (I didn't think it would be so long honestly).

When you started dating Taehyung, you never thought it would be a big problem. You knew that his schedule was complicated, but you didn't have any drama with that because yours was pretty much the same. You also knew that you wouldn't be a public couple because of the criticism you might get, but that was even better for you because you didn't like being in the public eye either. Problems on tour? Phones were there for a reason, not being able to have children? You were too young, can’t go out in public? Loved the cozy, private dates, little quality time together? Even better! Every moment with him would feel even more special because of how exclusive it was. Yes, you were willing to accept all these disadvantages because you never saw them as an insurmountable problem. At least until now.

You and Taehyung started dating in 2020, during the pandemic. You met him at the concert in cooperation with Lotte Duty Free, one of the companies your father founded, because yes, you were the youngest daughter of the Shin, the family in charge of the Lotte company and all its subsidiaries.

The two of you got along very well while preparing for the concert, so you decided to exchange numbers to keep in touch. It only took a few months before you started dating him officially, and you were very happy at first.

His schedule was busy, of course, but he had time for you. He would greet you with a big smile, hug you from behind, and take you to the dining room where he had a whole show set up for you. Jazz in the background, scented candles, rose petals everywhere, and two plates of food of dubious origin that you would enjoy anyway because your boyfriend made it.

You were willing to put up with all those cons if he gave you moments like this every chance he got, moments where it was just you and him.

Once the pandemic was over and your schedule returned to normal, things got complicated.

And no, time, work, dating, none of that was the problem, because it didn't even have anything to do with you two as a couple.The problems were caused by a third person. Kim Jennie, one of the members of Blackpink and one of the most beautiful women you will ever meet.

You never had any problems with her. You had bumped into her once or twice in the hallway on your way backstage, but obviously she wouldn't recognize you, you were always covered from head to toe.You thought that your friend had the same relationship with her, something casual that couldn't even be called a friendship because you barely said hello to each other when you were together, in fact Taehyung never looked at anyone when he was with you.So why did this happen now?

Your boyfriend was on tour and it was the time of his concert, so you couldn't just call him and ask him about it. You looked at the screen of your cell phone for the sixth time, the headline in big, dark letters seemed to mock your feelings.

"Dispatch confirms, V of BTS and Jennie of Blackpink are in a relationship," you muttered to yourself, trying to get your brain to catch the words, to process them, to react. It didn't.

You scrolled down the page until you stopped at the myriad of photos they had as proof. None of them looked doctored.

You saw the blue short-sleeved shirt with flowers that Taehyung was wearing in the photo and put your phone down to go to the closet you shared. You pulled out all of his clothes until you found it. You grabbed it and crumpled it in your hands.

Only then did you burst into tears. You covered your eyes with your shirt and screamed until you felt your throat couldn't take it anymore. Your heart hurt so much that you even had trouble breathing.

You looked around the room you both shared, trying to understand why he would do this to you. You thought you were fine, everything seemed fine, so why were there hundreds of videos and pictures of your boyfriend with another girl? You felt like all these people were making fun of you by being happy for them. What about you, why don't they think about his real girlfriend who had to put up with years of being locked away in secret while these two were fearlessly dating?

The sadness soon turned to anger, and it wasn't long before you got up and grabbed the biggest suitcase you could find, whether it was his or yours.

You stuffed it with as many clothes as you could, taking your time because you knew he wasn't coming. You lifted the suitcase as high as you could and carried it into the living room. You looked at every single picture of the two of you as a couple. Another few tears fell from your eyes and you let them out as you took the frames and threw them away.

You threw out everything you could. Mugs, matching pajamas, pictures, rings, absolutely everything. When you were done, your eyes were dry and your head hurt too much, but you didn't care. You grabbed your suitcase and headed for the door.

The only thing that stopped you from leaving was Yeontan, who stood in the doorway, staring at you while wagging his tail from side to side.

"Tannie, mommy has to go do something, okay?" you nuzzled behind his ear and sobbed softly. You knew he wouldn't understand. "Don't worry, I'll visit you every day until your owner comes."

You stood up, took a breath, and walked away. You didn't know where you were going, but that apartment was no longer an option.

You stood in front of the buildings where you lived and watched for taxis to pass by. Just then you received a phone call. For a moment you thought it would be Taehyung, but no, it was just Jimin's girlfriend, Soyeon, to whom you had become very close over the past years.

"Yes?" you mumbled hoarsely.

"Honey, it's me, Soyeonie," she said in a much calmer voice than usual. She was probably aware of your situation. "I read the news, are you okay?" You opened your mouth to reply, but she interrupted you so quickly that you didn't have time to say anything, "Of course you're not," she sighed, remaining silent for a few seconds, "Look, I know maybe I shouldn't pry, but I understand that you're hurting and the last thing you want is to be in a place full of... him."

You sob softly, wiping your cheeks as quickly as the first tears came.

"I haven't sold my old apartment yet, it has some furniture, enough to live decently, why don't you stay there for a few weeks?"

"Soyeon-ah," you cried, wanting to hug her until you fell asleep. That's what you needed, a long nap.

"Relax, everything’s gonna be okay, Unnie will come and see you there, I'll send you the address, just wait."

"Okay," you nodded, even though you knew she couldn't see you, "thanks."

"It's nothing."

And she hung up.

You looked around. It was full of cars and buildings that looked too big.

You felt so stupid as you mentally wished that Taehyung was here to comfort you.

You saw a taxi coming your way and you made it stop. You weren't sure if this would be the end of your relationship, you were willing to hear his side, but you weren't willing to have to live with him or a place filled with his presence.

This was best for you.

Taehyung called you the next day, about twenty times, not counting messages. You didn't answer any of them, mostly because you were asleep until 4 pm. You had a hard time falling asleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see the two of them holding hands, together in the car, on a date to some kind of zoo. You cried every time your brain projected those images.

Your phone rang for the 21st time. You were still a little groggy from sleep, but you answered it anyway.

"Y/N!" You turned the phone away from your ear. It was too painful to hear his voice so loud with the headache you were feeling, "Oh God, I was so afraid something bad had happened to you. I called the girls, but none of them knew anything about you, so I got worried and..."

"Why did you call me?" you asked curtly. You thought maybe you were being a little cruel, but you didn't care. Answering him like that wouldn't make him feel a thousandth of the pain you felt and still feel since last night.

He was silent for a few seconds. You'd never answered him like that before, you guessed that's why he was so quiet.

"I..." he cleared his throat, sounding a little more tense than when you answered him, "I was a little worried, my manager told me about the news and I thought maybe you were feeling a little depressed-".

You interrupted him again, but this time with a mocking laugh, "A little depressed? Is that how you think I felt? A little depressed?" you laughed again. You had completely woken up this time, "Tell me, Kim, how would you feel if overnight it was all over the news that I was dating an idol? Huh? What would you do if this news came to you on the fucking Dispatch, while I was on the other fucking side of the world enjoying a concert? Would you be a little depressed? A little hurt? Would you even have taken the fucking trouble to answer my calls?" you began to raise your voice with every word you said. You didn't even notice at what point your voice broke. "You have no idea what I'm going through, and you never will, because unlike you I'm not a public figure! I could be fucking any man in Korea and you're never going to see an internet media outlet post it and 'celebrate' my relationship, you're never going to see any fan of mine go on social media and celebrate my relationship with someone else while you're behind the curtains" You sobbed, wiping your cheeks awkwardly.

"Honey, I know it's-"

"Don't you dare call me like that" you growled, clenching your jaw, "I don't even want to hear you say my name, do you understand?"

"Y/N" he muttered, his voice trembling. You assumed that at some point in your verbal vomit he had started to cry, "Just give me 1 minute, I'll explain everything, I promise."

You tried to control your anger by taking a big breath of air, it worked enough to stop you from sending him to fuck off... for the second time.

"Do you want me to listen to you?" you mumble, looking down at your hands, remembering all the times he came home late, wondering if all those times he was at her house, doing god knows what while you tried to stay awake just to see him before bed.

"Y-yes, please, I just need a minute".

"Fine," you smiled half-heartedly, "then come and explain it to me in person. If you're really sorry and say it's a misunderstanding, come here and tell me."

Your more conscientious side chided you for your request. It was his job, you couldn't just order him to make a trip from the United States to Korea just for you. Maybe that's why you gave him that condition. You knew he wouldn't come all this way just for you.

The line went silent, you could barely hear his breathing. You ended your conversation.

"I thought so," muttering much calmer than at the beginning, "I guess Soyeon was right in saying that the only one who would have to make sacrifices for our relationship would be me."

And you cut the call short.

You put your phone on airplane mode and plopped down on your bed, ready to go back to sleep for the rest of the weekend.

It had been a day since you heard the news, barely 17 hours since you last spoke to Taehyung, because yes, you counted the hours. You hadn't eaten anything, you'd barely had a glass of water, and the only thing you felt like doing right now was taking a very long shower and then crying yourself to sleep. Yes, it sounded like the perfect plan to try to get over your ex, if that's what you could call it.

You got in the tub at 10am, didn't get out until 12:30, and when you did you could barely feel your fingers and toes. At least your muscles had finally relaxed.

You dressed more slowly than usual, in just your pajamas, the only ones that weren't your partner's, and went to bed.

Until the doorbell rang.

You changed direction, confused. You were sure that no one besides Soyeon knew you were here. It crossed your mind that maybe she was worried about you and that's why you'd decided to open up and politely turn her away.

Except she wasn't the one waiting for you on the other side.

"Y/N," Taehyung said, trying to regulate his breathing. "You really were here," he whispered, entering the flat and closing behind him. It wasn't until the door rattled that his arms wrapped around you so tightly that you almost stopped breathing. "Why did you leave home? I got so worried when I saw our stuff in the trash and the wardrobe almost empty" he cupped your cheeks, inspecting your face.

You didn't understand what exactly was going on.

"What are you doing here?" you mumbled, letting him search your face.

"You told me to come" he looked into your eyes and, almost instantly, his eyes began to fill with tears. "I couldn't let you because a misunderstanding made you hate me to the point of breaking up with me, I... I don't want to be without you, at this point I don't think I can be," he bent down until he could place his forehead against yours, his thumbs caressing the skin of your cheeks, "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, I don't plan on losing you over something stupid like this."

You looked at Taehyung, still not understanding what he was trying to say.

"The pictures are real" he exhaled deeply, "but it's not like you think" he pulled his phone out of his trousers pocket. His hands were shaking slightly. You wanted to hold them, but you completely erased the thought, "We dated for a few months, it was a very short thing, about two or three months before we met".

He showed you some conversations from a few years ago. He was asking her to bring him the shoes he had left at her house last time, and that he would appreciate it if she would bring the leash they had bought Yeontan. You also saw the last messages they sent to each other, it was only a few days ago.

Jennie told him that someone had hacked into her phone and most likely found the pictures they took the time they went to the zoo. She apologized and sent him stickers of crying puppies, saying that the lawsuit against the hacker had already started and that she would try to speed up the process so that he wouldn't be affected.

"I totally understand how angry you were, and obviously I also understand that you want to talk about this face-to-face, so I took the first flight I could find so I could come talk to you and-".

You didn't let him finish. You couldn't do that, not after everything you've been feeling the last few days. So you did the only thing you could think of since he came into the flat. You kissed him.

It was much more awkward than your kisses usually are, but you didn't care. You were so relieved that it was all a misunderstanding that no matter what kind of kiss it was, it would still be amazing to you.

He followed your kiss as soon as he came out of his surprise. He clung to you as if his life depended on it. He was the one who deepened the kiss and lifted you off the floor so he could kiss you better.

"I'm so sorry" you whispered in the middle of the messy kisses he was giving you, "sorry for doubting you" you sobbed softly, hugging his neck with all your strength.

He shook his head, holding your cheeks, "Don't apologise, it was a normal reaction, you said it yourself, I wouldn't have even answered your calls if I had been in your place" he kissed your shoulder softly, letting out a soft sigh. It felt so good to have you with him after all the tension he experienced during the flight.

"You were right about everything you said" he murmured, pulling away enough to look you in the eye, "so please don't apologize to me".

You nodded a little calmer, closing your eyes as you felt Taehyung's nose on yours.

"Now let's go get your things, I don't want to go back inside the house and not see your things in it."

Masterlist.

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can you write a lyrason fic where grayson is jealous of lyras ex? preferably before they start dating. ❤️

Grayson Is Jealous.

Today was another normal day in the Hawthorne household.

Everyone had gathered around in order to discuss the next Annual Game night— which would be the third of the week, but you can’t do much once Xander insists.

“LETS PLAY DRINK OR DARE AGAIN!!” Demanded Xander.

Lyra considered the demand, she was in charge of choosing which games would be included in this game night. Apparently, it was a ‘Benefit of becoming a soon-to-be-sister-in-law’.

“Xander. The last time we played Drink or Dare, you made Avery scream Hamlet at the top of her lungs at 12am, made Libby an aspiring arsonist and almost made Max a boy.” Lyra deadpanned.

Nash chuckled while Jameson completely lost it. Grayson rolled his eyes as a ghost of a smile appeared on his face.

“I did no such thing, they had the choice to drink after all.” Xander replied sending a pointed glance towards the three in question.

Avery, who was used to the bull shit of the Hawthorne brothers, completely ignored Xander.

“Don’t do it, Lyra. You know the consequences of saying yes to a Drink or Dare game.” Avery warned her.

Lyra held back the urge to laugh. She was about to answer when her phone rang.

The room went silent as she checked who in their right mind would call her at 9 in the morning. Everyone knew she wasn’t a morning person.

Lyra was surprised to see a number on the screen. Grayson leaned over and raised a brow in question, seeing just the number.

She picked up, “Hello?”

A muffled voice came from the other side of the line, “Hello? Is this Lyra?” He sounded like a male.

Lyra paused for a second, she knew that voice. But she couldn’t quite put her finger on whose it was.

“Uh— yes. Who is this?” She asked, mildly embarrassed at not being able to recognise the person.

“… Lyra— you seriously don’t recognise me?” The other person asked sounding genuinely hurt.

Lyra paused again, wracking her brain cells cause she was damn sure she knew this person. And then it clicked.

“HOLY SHIT— HARRY????” Lyra screamed, quite literally springing up, off of her seat on the sofa.

Her embarrassing past began to catch up to her the moment she said Harry’s name out loud.

Harry. Harry Smith. Her childhood friend and also her… first boyfriend.

Lyra suddenly felt the need to crawl out of her skin, dig up a ditch in the floor and die.

Harry and Lyra were friends in the past. They were raised in the same neighbourhood and talked a fair amount of times.

She liked to dance and was fairly good looking, he also liked to dance and thought she looked pretty. So he asked her out. And she said yes. That’s it. No real reason. Just cuz.

Lyra mentally screamed into the abyss. I mean— they were middle schoolers. Can you blame them? Lyra had thought that maybe dating would get her mind off… things for a while.

She had been wrong. So they broke it off literally two days later. No hugs, no kisses, just one failed date.

Lyra realised that everybody was staring at her now. She nervously signalled for them to give her a minute and walked out to the balcony.

She heard Harry laughing on the other side of the line.

“Yes. It’s me. Thank god— I thought you might have Alzheimer's or something.” He joked. Lyra let out a forced laugh.

She didn’t hate Harry. They had continued being friends after their little ‘dating phase’ but eventually grew apart when Lyra moved away from Miles End.

This is bloody awkward. She thought to herself. She hated making conversation. It made her feel like she wasn’t herself again.

Lyra took a deep breath, “Anyways, what’s up? It’s been a while.” Said Lyra, finally.

Harry huffed, “I know right. College was crazy. I thought about contacting you a few times but I didn’t really know how to reach out to you.”

Lyra gave a non committed ‘hmm’.

There shared a few moments of awkward silence and Lyra contemplated jumping off the balcony. She scratched the thought though once she realised that the balcony itself wasn’t very high off the main ground.

I’d have to jump like— twice to die from here.

“Well, my stupid ass finally realised I could just ask your parents for you phone number. They were ecstatic.” He laughed.

Lyra gave a small smile at the mention of her parents, “I swear, they think I have no friends.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, can you blame them? You were a loner.” He said, matter of factly. She hated that he was right.

“Gee, did you call me to make fun of me?” Lyra asked, jokingly.

And so they continued, catching up with one another for what felt like forever. Lyra didn’t exactly enjoy the entire thing. The Lyra Kane Harry had known wasn’t actually her.

It was the facade she had on for everyone as to seem alright. Like a normal little girl. She couldn’t stand it anymore. Not after everything. Not after Grayson.

Lyra turned around to see Max and Avery waiting for her on the other side of the balcony door with a questioning look. She gave them both a smile.

“Anyways, we should really meet up again— it’s been like— forever since we last met each other .” Said Harry, as enthusiastic as ever.

Oh hell no. Was Lyra’s immediate thought. She wasn’t ready to meet everyone from her past just yet. She needed time. To heal. To be herself again with no room for doubt.

“Haha, yeah. I’ll consider when I can come over to Miles End.” She replied.

Lyra said her goodbyes and hung up, facing her two, extremely nosy friends. She could hear the others chatting away in the ‘conference room’.

“Anddddd who is this Harry?” Asked Max, with an intrigued expression. Oh the gossip queen she was.

“Don’t ask.” Said Lyra, visibly exasperated. This only interested the two girls more.

“An old neighbour?” Suggested Avery. Lyra shook her head.

“An old friend?” Tried Max. Lyra shook her head again.

“An.. acquaintance?” Said Avery. Lyra gave her a look.

“Oh! An old dance buddy?” Asked Max, not taking the hint, something she had picked up from her boyfriend.

Lyra considered the term ‘an old dance buddy.’ Sure. They had danced together before.

“Yeah— something like that.” Lyra replied.

Avery was giving Lyra an assessing look while Max’s eyes lit up, “Oh no honey, there is more to the faxing story. Something good.” Max said ever so dramatically.

Lyra made the mistake of shooting her a nervous look. Trying to get her to drop it. And she saw the moment it clicked for the two best friends.

Avery looked absolutely floored, “No way.” She said.

But it wasn’t Avery that Lyra was worried about. She turned to Max, “Max. Listen to me.”

Max opened her mouth. Avery turned to her best friend, “Calm down Max.”

“I am calm. Totally. Just— let me just make sure my assumption is correct,” Max turned to Lyra, “Is he your.. ex?” She asked.

Avery looked over to Lyra, anticipation visible in both of their eyes.

Lyra sighed in defeat, “First boyfriend as well as my only ex. It’s not what you think—”

“EXCUSE ME— FIRST BOYFRIEND???” Avery and Max screamed at the exact same time. Lyra smacked a hand to her forehead. Fuck. This was going to be complicated.

The conference room went silent and Lyra felt her embarrassment as a physical thing. God forbid a girl try to prevent a simplistic thing from turning into a dramatic disaster.

Lyra gave them both a look. Avery sent her an apologetic smile while Max just looked gobsmacked. Lyra didn’t know whether it was normal to want to giggle in this kind of a situation.

The three girls walked back into the ‘conference room’. Lyra prayed all the while that maybe, just maybe, they all shut up for another reason.

Maybe Nash got his younger brothers to finally listen to him. Or Xander managed to duct tape everyones mouth shut.

But the moment the door opened and she saw everyone stare on at her, she knew her prayers were pointless. She sighed.

“It isn’t what you think.” Lyra said, trying to calm everyone’s curiosity. She was miserably failing.

Lyra glanced over at Grayson to see how he felt about the entire situation. In all honesty, if Grayson were to hide any of his previous relationships from her, she would be upset.

But Lyra hadn’t tried to hide it. She had just… forgotten?

Thankfully, Grayson looked fine, he was just staring at her, expecting an explanation.

“We were childhood friends and middle schoolers. We gave it a shot just for the funzies, it took us two days to realise that dating was not our thing. That’s all.” She explained, taking her seat on the sofa next to Grayson again.

“That’s alllll?~~~” Asked Thea, who finally decided to stop scrolling Instagram and look up from her phone. Lyra sent her a livid glare.

Soon after, everyone fell back into flow again. Lyra looked over at her boyfriend, “Gray?” She asked, knowing fully well that Grayson would understand the question.

Grayson looked at her and smiled, “It’s fine, Lyra. If he’s a childhood friend, you can talk to him. I won’t take away your freedom.” Lyra gave him a small smile and nuzzled closer to him.

It only took her a few moments to realise that, no. Grayson was not alright with what had went down.

He had stopped talking completely, he wore no expression— which was his go to poker face when he wanted to hide his feelings, his eye brows were slightly furrowed and he was zoning out.

No. He was not okay.

The conversation ended swiftly as everyone agreed upon the games of Drink or Dare and Strip Bowling. Classics.

When Lyra and Grayson finally reached their shared bedroom in the huge ass Hawthorne mansion, Lyra spoke up.

“Gray.” A demand. Look at me.

Grayson did just that. “I’m fine Lyra. You can do whatever you want.” He replied, nonchalantly. A little too nonchalantly.

“Grayson Davenport Hawthorne. Do you seriously think that hiding things from me will do you any good?” She questioned with a singular raised brow. He didn’t answer.

“Especially when it’s about me?” She pried. Grayson sighed.

Lyra closed the distance between them and took both of Grayson’s hands in her own, “Talk to me when you need to, Gray.” She said.

Grayson held her gaze, “… I’m not…” he took a second, “especially fond of this new figure.” He managed. Lyra blinked once, then she blinked again.

And then she burst out laughing. Grayson raised a brow at her but his smile gave him away.

“And what are you laughing at Ms. Kane?” He asked, amusement evident in his voice.

“eSpECiALlY fONd Of tHiS nEW fIGurE??” She managed in between gigggles. Grayson’s smile widened.

“It’s the truth.” He huffed. “Just.., simplified.”

Lyra finally composed herself, “and if I ask for the non-simplified version?”

Grayson looked at her for a moment.

“I don’t want him around you. I don’t like you talking to him. I might want to snap his neck.” He deadpanned. Lyra fell into a fit of giggles again and this time Grayson joined her.

Lyra would never get used to his honey-coated laughs.

“That’s a bit much, don’t you think, asshole?” She asked, a huge smile still plastered across her face.

Grayson turned towards the bathroom door, prepared to take a shower, “Not at all.”

Lyra laughed again as Grayson picked up his towel. Just then, Lyra’s phone rang once more.

Lyra grabbed it and read the display name before showing it to Grayson.

Harry.

Grayson made a face and it took everything in Lyra not to break down laughing again. She picked up, maintaining eye contact with her boyfriend.

“Hello?” She said.

“Lyra! Hi.” Harry replied, seemingly walking somewhere.

Lyra turned to walk out the door not wanting to disturb Grayson, “You called agai—”

She was cut off by Grayson suddenly grabbing her wrist. She whipped her head around but Grayson simply led her over to the bed. He plopped himself down, pulled Lyra towards him and kept her in his embrace.

Lyra went mute. She suddenly felt the need to hang up her phone—or break it, whichever one was faster, and kiss the boy who was currently resting his face against her stomach.

Grayson looked up at her and urged her to go on. Lyra put the phone on speaker, “H-hello—” she asked, her voice sounding squeaky and flustered.

She felt Grayson smirk against her and she wanted to smack him on the head for it.

“Lyra? You ok? Where’d you go all of a sudden?” Harry asked, Lyra felt Grayson frown upon listening to Harry’s voice and she held back a giggle.

“Sorry. There was— something. I— YOU NEEDED SOMETHING??” She asked or screamed. Or something in between, she didn’t know. Grayson did that to her.

Harry paused for a moment, “Uh— yeah, Right! So I met your mom on accident right after we hung up.”

“Mhm.” Lyra said, trying to focus on Harry’s words instead of the man who had her in between his legs and held onto her for dear life.

“Andd we were discussing things. She was surprised to know that we already talked since apparently, a certain somebody doesn’t pick up their moms phone.” Lyra winced. That was true. She needed some space for a while.

“Aha— guilty as charged your honour.” She replied. Harry chuckled.

“Honestly, Lyra, she’s so worried about you— you really should come by.” Harry said. Lyra replied with a ‘hmm’. Lyra could swear she heard Grayson murmur “Desperate bastard.”

“Anyways, she told me to tell you to pick up her phone calls and come over since your vacations have started.” Harry said.

“Uhhh, yeah sure, I’ll have to check with my people first.” Lyra said trying to ignore the fact that her, suddenly clingy Hawthorne, nuzzled closer at the ‘my people’ part.

“Mmk, you do that. What are you doing at university for vacations anyways? Don’t tell me you’re studying.” Harry said, adding a sigh. Lyra looked down at Grayson to se him making a face the screamed “does this man ever shut up?” She coughed to cover her laugh.

Now how was Lyra supposed to tell Harry that she practically jumped at the chance to spend a few months with Grayson right after her college semester was over?

“Ah— well, I’ve been hanging out with my friends and—” Lyra didn’t get a chance to complete her sentence.

“Boyfriend.” Grayson finished, seemingly satisfied with hugging her for now. She tried not to acknowledge the fact that she immediately missed his embrace. She failed.

Silence. “What?” Said Harry, finally.

Lyra was about to sit down next to Grayson so that he could talk but Grayson just pulled her down onto his lap and Lyra ascended for a second.

Lyra looked to him, knowing fully well how red she must have been by now. Grayson simply signalled for her to continue.

“I— nothing, I’ve just been hanging out with my people.” She said, the butterflies reaching her head. Lyra had officially lost the ability to form coherent sentences without stuttering.

Obviously, she smacked Grayson’s arm as a result. Grayson chuckled, not loosening his hold on her.

“Uh huh.” Said Harry, sounding sceptical. Grayson murmured something along the lines of “what’s he so suspicious for?” and Lyra couldn’t help but giggle.

“Oh! Your mom says that she’s happy you’re rekindling your old relationships.” Said Harry, ignoring Lyra’s odd behaviour.

“Friendships.” Grayson corrected. Lyra laughed.

“.. Lyra are you okay?” Harry sounded genuinely concerned.

“Y-yes I’m fine— sorry what?” She said, suppressing her laughter as Grayson pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“… Um— is this a bad time?” He asked.

“Yes,” Grayson replied, not bothering to try and keep his voice inaudible to the phone this time.

“… Who is this— Where’d you go, Lyra?” Lyra felt almost bad for Harry.

“I’m Lyra’s boyfriend. And, yes, she’s busy, this is a bad time.” He replied. Lyra shot him a look but her smile didn’t seem to be willing to seize.

“B- BOYFRIEND?? SHE WAS WITH HER— OH— oh. OH!! THATS WHY SHE WAS SO FLUSTERED. THIS MUST BE SO AWKWARD FOR HER WITH ME BEING—” Harry was cut off by Grayson.

“It doesn’t matter who you are. She wasn’t awkwarded out.” Grayson stated in the cold tone he used to scare people off. Lyra could hear the unspoken words, by the likes of you.

“Don’t be rude, Gray.” Lyra whispered to him.

“You asked me to be honest.” Grayson replied, innocently. Lyra wicked him on the arm again playfully.

“… I’m just gonna hang up now.” Said Harry before hanging up.

Lyra and Grayson sat their in silence staring at each other for a while.

“Why does he talk so much?” Grayson asked, finally.

Lyra raised her brow in response.

“Like— didn’t you both literally just talk, why does he feel the need to continue talking again?” He said.

Lyra didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Just pass on the message your mom gave him and shut the fuck up.” Grayson stated matter of-factly, and Lyra almost fell off Grayson’s lap when she saw a pout form on his face.

Grayson Davenport Hawthorne. Pouting. God, she had been blessed. Pouting shouldn’t have looked as good on him as it did.

“Grayson,” Lyra said as he met her gaze, “You’re jealous.” She stated.

Grayson stared at her for a while. “That I am, sweetheart. I don’t like him.” He said. Lyra smiled.

“You don’t have to. I don’t plan on talking to him much.” She replied. Grayson ‘hmm’ed in response, something still bothering him.

Lyra rolled her eyes, he was being incredibly petty, “No, we didn’t kiss. Or hug. Or cuddle. Or any of that stuff. Just one failed date.” She said.

Then, Grayson actually smiled, “So, I’m your first?” He asked, satisfied. Lyra rolled her eyes a second time.

“Yes. You are.” She replied.

Eventually Grayson and Lyra got up since he needed to shower.

“Alright, you should shower now. I’ll go use the other washroom.” Lyra stated, turning around.

“Or.” Grayson said and Lyra stopped, facing him again.

Grayson leaned in and whispered something directly into her ear. Lyra went red.

“G-GRAYSON???!!!!”

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What Grayson said? I’ll leave that up to ur imaginations.

BRO IDK JEALOUSY FICS ISTG. But I had this ask for a while so I figured I might as well 😭🥹🙏🏻

This plot came to me in the shower lmfao—

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Constructive Criticism ❤️❤️❤️✨

(@haniya1234, I’m late, but I’m here 😔😌✨ I couldn’t think of a nice premise for before dating so this turned out to be after 😭😭🙏🏻, apologies 😭🥹🙏🏻 ENJOYYY.)

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