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zunibugsiren · 2 months ago

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Uprising

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Hello beauties! The long-awaited one chapter smut for Annie and Smoke is here, this is a chapter from my longer fanfic. The one that has elements of Lovecraft Country. Let me know if you like! Muah, love y'all!

October 15, 1932

The car chugged steadily down an obscure road in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Smoke’s hand gripped the steering wheel firmly as he turned left, into a more shaded area. Trees provided much-needed shade in the heat, and soon pops of blue joined the scene. The blue bottles delicately hanging on the trees provided some comfort. He was home now. It had been years since he left Clarksdale, leaving his daughter’s burial site. Years since he left Annie. But he was back now.

His head was filled with what the world had imprinted on him, and bags full of cash he killed to get. Now all he needed was his woman.

Smoke turned right, into a secluded road, and gathered the baby’s breath bouquet seated on the passenger's seat. He stopped the car, removed the keys, and stared at his trembling hands before gathering the bouquet and swiftly exiting the car.

The fertile soil smoothed under his shoes as he walked off right into a cleared-off plot of land, right in front of the faded blue cabin. He stopped and knelt down in front of the stone, the red impression of a small child’s hand haunting him as he laid down the flowers delicately in front of the grave. His hands shook.

“Daddy’s here now, baby girl. Daddy’s here,” he muttered. Tears stung his eyes as he gazed at his daughter’s grave. She didn’t even make it a year before dying.

He heard movement behind him and slowly got up and turned to see Annie.

Annie stood still, staring at him. A flicker of disbelief, grief, and longing flashed quickly in her eyes before all he could see was indifference. Annie slowly walked over to Smoke, her full figure covered by her blue tweed patterned dress. Her dress blew softly in the wind caressing her ankles, tendrils of her curls kissing her face right underneath her high cheekbones. She raised her head in defiance. Her rich ebony skin glistened from the day’s work.

Years had passed, and she was still so painfully beautiful.

“Whatcha’ wan with me, Smoke?” her husky voice uttered. It sent a shiver down the soldier’s spine.

“Me’n Stack comin’ back home for good now. Wantin’ to build us a juke joint.”

Annie turned without a word into her cabin. Smoke followed suit.

As Smoke entered her cabin, he was once again struck by the charms and amulets strung up. Herbs and elixirs filled the shelves as he scanned the room, his eyes eventually fell on Annie’s.

Lord, was she so beautiful. Years of being without a woman’s touch were catching up to him and quickly. He clenched his jaw before uttering, “Me and Stack havin’ the openin’ tomorrow and wan’ you to cook for us.”

“Why are you here? I thought y’all hit it big in Chicago.”

He slowly walked up to her, “I done seen so many things, seen so many things. There’s so much power in the world, me and Stack decided to get some of our own. We killed.”

He walked around the table to her. “ We done seen men pass in ways we never thought possible. We came back to bring some of that power here.”

He spoke more intensely now whilst staring into her eyes.

“Annie, I wan’ to come back ‘ere to share that with you.” He stopped walking and stood right in front of her.

“True power. Money.”

Her face contorted in disgust and disbelief.

“You fool!”

She walked over to the counter and grabbed a small leather bag. She held it up and shook it in his face. “You think you traveled all ‘cross the world and you come back here talkin’ to me fully bodied and think it’s luck?!”

He clenched his mouth. The mojo bag she created years ago still hung on his neck, and not once did he take it off.

“I know you wearin’ it, Smoke, I can sense it.”

His eyes met hers again and filled with grief.

“If it worked, why didn’t it work for Tiwa?”

Hurt, Annie pulled out her blade and placed it under his neck.

“You don’t get to walk back in here and talk about her,” she stated. Her voice and hand shook with emotion. Tears stung her eyes as she looked up at the man.

Smoke’s eyes softened, and he easily took the blade from her hands.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. At his words, a sob escaped Annie as she looked down and cried.

Smoke quickly gathered her in his arms. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. Please,” he whispered as he tried to get her to look at him.

Annie resisted and struggled out of his embrace. Quickly wiping her eyes, she moved to the entrance of her cabin and out into the early afternoon, gazing at her daughter’s grave. Moments passed in silence, only the sound of rustling trees and whistling wind took up the space. Gathering herself, she looked back at Smoke, staring deep into his eyes.

Smoke stared at Annie as if she held the stars and moon for him. That was his woman, his equal, his soulmate.

Annie saw something in his eyes, and her eyes softened. Again, she asked, only this time softly, “Why you here, Smoke?”

Unable to resist her, Smoke took off his hat, holding it in his right hand and placing it on his chest, and slowly walked up to her.

Standing less than a foot away from her, he looked down and said softly, “I love you and I miss you. I came back for you.”

Heat rushed into her eyes as she pulled him down by his tie. He was closer to her face. Her eyes searched his, and her husky voice said, “Say it again.”

He lowered his face even more, landing a soft kiss on her lips once, then twice.

Still on her lips, he uttered in a deeper voice, “I love you. I miss you. I came back for you.”

Annie yanked on his tie and closed her eyes. His lips captured hers passionately, melding it before dipping his tongue into hers.

He grunted, dropping his hat, and grabbing her ass with both hands roughly. He smacked each cheek twice as he sucked on her tongue.

Annie gasped, eyes opened, giving him the opportunity to delve his tongue deeper before sucking on her tongue.

Annie groaned, her cooze weeping wet, in complete shock.

The many times they made love in the past Smoke was so…restrained. He controlled his roughness with her, but it seemed that Chicago changed a couple of things.

Unbeknownst to Annie, the man had not had any sexual contact with women since her.

7 years and 293 days without a woman can do that to a man. Seeing her dark, big, beautiful figure had him on the verge of losing his mind.

Annie pulled back from the kiss, panting, a string of saliva connecting the two.

Smoke followed her mouth as she pulled back, intent on getting back inside her.

“W-Wait, we can’t do this here, anybody can come in.”

“Well, come on,” he gruffly replied.

Annie grabbed his hand, leading him to her home a couple of yards away from her cabin.

As they walked hand in hand, Annie felt him gaining on her, getting closer and closer until they found themselves at her front door, Smoke practically on top of her. Annie dropped her hand to place it on the door knob.

Annie hesitated, unfamiliar with the sexual energy Smoke was exuding.

It felt primal…and desperate. She was no blushing virgin, Smoke having taken care of that, but this was uncharted territory.

“C’mon baby,” he whispered in her right ear as he placed his right hand on hers.

He pressed himself on her, and Annie gasped.

It had been years since she had taken him, and even then, sex was always a struggle with his size. Her cooze clenched repeatedly.

Annie pressed back and replied in Creole, “Your body remembers mine.”

He grabbed her by the waist and groaned.

Annie opened the door, and Smoke lost it.

Immediately, he slammed the door closed, the open windows providing him enough light as he stalked Annie to her bedroom.

Unable to remove herself from his eye contact, Annie backed into her room as she watched him strip his clothes.

His suit jacket, his vest, his gun holsters.

Each item dropped with a soft thud, and with each thud, Annie’s heart raced.

As he started to unbuckle his belt, Annie’s ankles hit the back of her bed, causing her to fall onto it.

He finished unbuckling his belt as he entered the room.

He slammed the door closed.

He unzipped his pants, yanked down his drawers, and dragged them down his legs before removing it.

Annie’s eyes were locked on his dick, years later and it still caused her to be nervous.

Unconsciously, she closed her legs in nervousness.

He saw it and took a deep breath, calming himself a bit.

He climbed into the bed, eased her dress up to her stomach, took her legs, and slowly dragged her down to him. He separated her legs slowly and gently. He languidly kissed her left leg from her ankles to her thigh, then her stomach.

He did the same thing to her right leg, making sure both legs were as separated as possible.

He scooted down, placing his hands on her pussy lips and spreading them as wide as possible. His fingers passed through her wet pussy and he grunted, “Fuck, give me that. Give me that sweet pussy.”

Annie’s face contorted in pleasure as her legs shook.

“Such a pretty pussy. This my pretty pussy? This my pussy?,” he asked breathing heavily as he toyed with the inside of her pussy with his fingers, rubbing back and forth.

Annie cried out, almost choking on her saliva as she cried out, “Yes! Yes, it’s yours.”

He pulled his fingers from her and sucked on them hard.

Annie couldn’t help but stare as he sucked his fingers dry.

“You so fucking sweet. I need that from the source.”

Before she could speak, he was between her legs. She pulled herself up just in time to watch him place his tongue on her. Annie made eye contact with Smoke.

Eye contact maintained, tongue flat, he licked her pussy entrance to her clit before enveloping his mouth on it and sucking intensely.

Annie’s body dropped down in pleasure, a groan deep from within her emerged.

“Oh baby, oh fuck me yes!”

Annie started grinding her face on him, her meaty thighs trying to come together, overwhelmed by the pleasure. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly as he dug in.

He stuck his tongue deep in her and sucked, causing her eyes to start to cross.

Her face started to contort in pleasure and pain as an intense orgasm was ripped from her.

Annie moaned, the sound being deep and prolonged, as Smoke licked her to completion.

Overstimulated Annie pushed on Smoke’s head as he continued to lick.

Voice croaky and throat parched, Annie feebly pushed on his shoulders and head, “W-wait, y-you ‘ave to g-ugh-give me a break.”

Smoke gave her one last suck, a string of saliva connecting his lips to her puffy wet pussy as he looked up. He licked his lips as he panted, staring at Annie

Chest heaving, he leaned over to her lips and slowly and sensually kissed her, allowing her to taste herself.

Continuing to kiss her, he pulled down the top of her dress, allowing one big titty to pop out. He fondled her titty before grabbing a handful and sucking on her nipple. He alternated between kissing her and sucking on her breast. He completely pulled down her top, giving both breasts attention.

He lowered himself, putting part of his weight onto her chest as their tongues danced, allowing his hand to go back to her pussy. He pulled back from kissing to stare into her eyes as he slowly placed one finger inside her.

He felt Annie clench and quickly responded, “It’s not going to hurt, nice and slow with you baby. Remember what you said? I remember you. And your body will remember me.”

He stated his as he gently pushed into the hilt.

Annie felt herself relax, and one finger turned to two, then to three.

By the time Smoke had all three fingers in her, her pussy was gushing. Lewd sounds came from where they were joined, causing Annie’s face to heat up.

He removed his fingers, sucking on them, before allowing Annie to suck on them. He pulled them back as he leaned down to place a kiss on her lips.

“The only woman I’ve ever been with is you baby. Now you know I love you right?”, he stated gently.

His hand sneaked down to play with his dick. The purple head was leaking as he fisted it.

Annie nodded, mouth slightly agape. He nodded with her.

His voiced dropped.

“Because I’m going to fuck you real rough baby.”

Smoke leaned down to kiss her as he eased his dick into her. Her wet tight pussy parted, allowing his girthy head to pop in.

Annie groaned, but Smoke slowly rocked in and out of her until he was completely in.

Seeing that she took him, he started pounding into her.

In and out, throughout Annie’s home all you could hear were the obscene noises of his thighs impacting with hers and the sloshing of her wet pussy.

Annie's voice started to pitch really high. She started crying.

“Ugh!”

Each thrust caused her to cry out keenly.

Annie’s body started to do something it hadn’t done in years.

“Ughhhh!Ughhh!”

Wetness began to seep out of her like a hose, more wetness than ever before.

She started becoming worried when it continued at an increased rate. She put a hand on Smoke’s pecs.

“Ugh, baby, I-It’s real intense. I feel ugh!”

Smoke still churning inside of her, started grinding his hips down and in a circle. His face contorting in pleasure. He groaned into her ear, “It’s ok, baby, I need you to feel it. Feel me, baby.”

At the end of her orgasm, Smoke heaved into her one, two, three times. He dug in too deep the third time, causing Annie to let out a low yelp.

He groaned and shuddered as he came deep inside her pussy. Spurt after spurt, he continued to come for a long time. Annie started to feel him leak around where they were joined, and couldn’t help but moan, her pussy not having enough room for it all.

Still coming, he pulled out, painting her mons a white pearly color, groaning as he did. He put his dick back in her, thrust deep, and as if pulled deep from within him, spurt a couple of more times inside her before taking a deep breath and collapsing on her hefty bosom.

The entire time Annie lay still, staring at the usually calm and level-headed man.

She attempted to move to clean up, but Smoke, still inside her, plugging her up, quickly but gently grabbed the side of her head and stated, “Stay with me, Annie.”

“Let’s rest. We have a lot to talk about later.”

He lifted his head, still inside her, kissed her gently as they both fell asleep.

#sinners 2025 #Annie and Smoke #black fanfiction #smoke and stack #wunmi mostly #michael b jordan #wunmi #sinners2024 #Spotify

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scribblesofagoonerr · 6 months ago

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dino's are fancy! | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: new year eve celebrations are in full swing, however, buddy is set on wearing a dinosaur costume to the party, so leah has to compromise somwhere along the line...

double the trouble masterlist

"Ou' need dis one next! B'ue one next!" You demand, less than patient as you thrust the Lego brick into Monkey's hand, "Ere', Monks'! Take it!"

You're sitting cross-legged on the floor in the living room beside Monkey, near to the twinkling Christmas tree. The two of you are deep into building the massive Lego set that your favourite person got for Christmas.

Monkey generously let you help her-- though she was actually doing most of the work, she had cheekily dubbed you as her "assistant."

"Pass it over here then, shrimp," Monkey mumbles, holding her hand out.

"Ere ou' go! 'Ave it!" You chirp, pushing the piece into her hand with determination.

"Good job," Your favourite person murmurs distractedly, focused on the instructions.

The room feels cosy, the soft hum of New Year's preparations buzzing in the background. You're aware there's a big crowd coming over later, and you're beyond excited - especially since your best friend, Rory, is also coming to the party as well with Beth and Viv.

"Monks'?" You not so politely prod the older girl in the shoulder, "When everyone comin' round?" You ask, curiosity piqued.

"Not until way, way later tonight, remember? It'll be dark and the monsters will be out to get ya!" Monkey tells you with a teasing smile.

Your eyes widen in fear, "No' Monsters!" You exclaim, scrambling to your feet and leaving Monkey behind to continue building Lego on her own, "Mummy! Mummy!" You shout aloud the house without a care in the world, absolutely frightened now.

Leah and her girlfriend, Elle, are both currently in the kitchen in the middle of sorting out all the grown-up drinks ahead of the party when you run in like a deer in the headlights.

"Whoa," Elle is the first to catch you mid-run before you crash into something and hurt yourself like you've done once or twice before, "You okay, little miss?"

"I scared. Where's me, mum?" You ask frantically, your eyes darting around the room to catch sight of Leah, "Mummy! Where are ou'?"

"I'm right here, bubba," Leah chuckles, carrying a couple of funny-looking bottles in her hand as she places them both down on the kitchen countertop, before crouching down to your level and seeing your frightened expression, "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Mummy! Monks' said der' be monsters tonight at the party cos' it'll be late!" Your bottom lip trembles with worry, your eyes wide like saucers, "I don' wan see none of da' monsters!"

"What? Ignore your big sister, bubba. I think she’s just being a bit silly," Leah says, shaking her head in disagreement, reaching down to scoop you up and sit you on top of the kitchen counter, "There'll be no monsters in sight at all, alright? You're safe inside the house."

"Ou' promise?" You look sceptical, not entirely sure whether to trust Leah's word or not.

"I promise, bubba," Leah coos, gently moving a flyaway hair out of your eyes, "Monkey is just joking around like she does, alright? But there'll definitely be no monsters at the party tonight, so you have nothing to fear!" She adds, playfully poking you on the nose.

"Kay' den but ou' better mean it!" You agree, still somewhat sceptical about the answer, "I needs’ to ask ou' a question, please!"

"That's good manners, bubba," Leah praises with a soft smile, "And what might your question be then?"

"When Roo comin' round?" You question, impatiently, "Monks' said no till later on. Dat true?" You ask, letting out a dramatic huff, complete with flailing arms.

Leah smiles softly, nodding in agreement, "Monks' is right there, bubba. It won't be until much later on when it's dark outside, remember?"

"Why no' earlier? It be borin' when it' dark!" You exclaim, scrunching your face up in confusion, "Me and Roo can' no play with me all toys if it' dark, Mummy!"

"There'll be time to play, bubba," Leah reminds you with a soft, genuine smile, "And remember? Roo’s sleeping over tonight. Are you excited about that?"

Your eyes lit up in excitement, "Uh huh! I 'cited for me sleepover, an' I gets to see Auntie Kei as well, right?" You question, getting straight to the point.

"You do, and Holly, too. I know she's really looking forward to seeing you!" Leah grins enthusiastically, "And you know, Auntie Beth and Auntie Vivi will be coming as well, along with some of the other girls now they're back!"

"I more excited to see dem. I already see Holly at Nanas' other day," You retort, sassily with a small roll of your eyes, "She nothin' special anymore, Mummy. She don' even bring me choc'ote, she mean."

"Bubba," Leah starts, biting back laughter, "That's not very nice to say things like that now, is it? You know Holly loves you a lot, regardless if she brings you chocolate, or not."

"Yeah, but, I mean Auntie Kei better than Holly cos' she bring me cookies at least!" You declare, your mind made up on the matter.

Monkey snorts as she enters the kitchen, "Ooft, don't let Holly hear you say that, shrimp." She jokes, ruffling your hair as she passes you.

"Oi, you," Leah turns herself round to look at the teenage girl, "What's this I'm hearin' about you telling Buddy that there'll monsters tonight because it's dark?" She questions.

Monkey winces in realisation, "It was a joke, I swear."

"Yeah, well, it won't be very funny when she's waking up in the middle of the night crying though, will it?" Leah retorts, arching her eyebrow.

"No... I'm only messin' I promise," Monkey protests her innocence, holding her hands up in self-surrender, "Sorry, little Buddy. I didn't mean to really scare you, honest. Do you forgive me?" She apologises to you.

"It'fine. I 'pose' I forgive ou'!" You agree, nodding your head promptly.

Monkey grins cheekily, before proceeding to walk over to the fridge, "I'm absolutely hank Marvin'!"

"Me too!" You chime in, "I 'ank Marvin' as well, Mummy!"

"Oh, you are, huh?" Leah teases, ticking your sides until giggles bubble out of you, "I guess the three pancakes you ate for breakfast didn't fill up, did they?"

"No. I still hungy!" You continue to protest, holding your stomach to emphasis.

"Oh, I'm sure you are," Leah teases, playfully rolling her eyes.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a flippin' horse!" Monkey complains, rummaging through the fridge, and pulling out a bag of grated cheese and digging in before Leah swiftly intercepts.

"Aye," Leah scolds, taking the bag away and shooting her a disapproving look, "If you're going to eat that then at least make a sandwich, eh?"

Monkey grimaces, "Yeah, but sarnies are effort."

"Well, then you're not that hungry, are you?" Leah deadpans, returning the cheese to the fridge.

"Yeah, well, it's a lot of effort," Monkey mumbles in response, slumping her shoulders, "Well, what else can I eat? You've practically written everything off for later for the party, I'm starving 'ere, you know? I'm a growing girl!" She states, dramatically.

"You literally ate breakfast less than an hour ago, I'm sure you'll cope," Leah retorts, not resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"How can you both be so hungry?" Elle chuckles, shaking her head.

"I'm a growing girl, innit?" Monkey insists.

"Yeah, I g'owing girl as well!" You parrot.

"Copycat," Monkey mutters.

You give her your best scowl, "Am not!"

"Are too!" Monkey quips.

"No I not!" You fire back, stomping your foot in protest.

"Yes you are, you're such a parrot recently..." Monkey murmurs, going back to the fridge to grab a can of Diet Coke out.

"Are they always like this?" Elle jokes, amusedly watching you and Monkey bicker back and forth.

"More often than not it seems these days," Leah retorts, chuckling and shaking her head, "Girls, that's enough, you two. Can we go one day without you two squabbling, eh?"

"Sorry," Monkey mumbles, piercing the drink and taking a swig of it.

"I sorry. I only speakin' truth!" You feign innocence, using familiar words you've heard one too many times now.

Leah chuckles, smoothing a flyaway piece of hair out of your eyes, "Right, shall we go and find you something to wear for the party tonight?" She suggests, switching focus.

"Yeah!" You excitedly agree, eager to get down from the kitchen counter, "An Elle help as well!" You add, pointing your index finger in the direction of the woman.

"You want me to come and help you?" Elle repeats, surprised.

"Uh-huh. I need 'elp choosing!" You insist with a firm nod of your head, "Can ou' help me down, please?"

"Sure I can, little madam," Elle retorts, scooping you up off the kitchen worktop with practised ease like she's done it all before.

"Thank ou' very much!" You exclaim politely before you have the advantage to run off ahead of them, "Come on, Mummy! Come on, Elle. We needs' to pick me outfit!"

"It's very important isn't it," Leah teases, catching up with you as she shakes her head fondly, "Which dress are you going to pick out?" She wonders.

You impatiently tug open the doors of your wardrobe before spinning around and scrunching your face up in disgust, "No dress, Mummy. They yucky!"

"Oh, but how about the dress that Nana brought you?" Leah suggests, moving to grab the sparkly silver dress out of the wardrobe, "Or there's the pink one as well..."

"No, Mummy. I no wear a dress!" You state, stubbornly as you cross your arms over your chest, turning towards Elle, "Can ou' tell her that she's being ridiculous?" You insist.

"I'm being ridiculous?" Leah fauxes her hurt, clutching her hand over her chest, "Oh, where has my little baby girl gone..." She pretends to wipe a fake tear from her eye.

"It 'kay, Mummy. I still here, but I big girl now!" You tell her with a cheeky lopsided grin on your face, "I love ou'!" You add, moving to stand in front of her.

"I love you too, bubba," Leah smiles, squishing your cheeks together and kissing you on the top of your forehead, "Right then, so if you don't want to wear a dress. What do you want to wear instead?"

"Hm, I fink... Dino'daur costume!" You exclaim, spotting it out the corner of your eye hanging on a coat hook, "Dino'daur costume protect me from da monsters!"

"Your dinosaur costume, again?" Leah repeats in a silly tone of voice, "Don't you want to wear something cool for the party? You can wear anything you like! You don't need to wear anything to protect you from the Monsters, they're non-existent, remember, bubba?"

"I wear dino'daur costume just in case!" You insist, puffing out your chest with determination.

Leah grimaces slightly in disagreement, "Bubba, I think you might end up getting a little bit hot when you wear that when you're dancing, won't you, hmm? Maybe we could try a different option..."

"No, I be fine. I gon' wear dino'daur costume!" You tell her firmly, your mind made up on the decision, "I dance in dino'daur costume!"

Elle chuckles in amusement, "Well that's certainly a different option, hey?"

Leah still doesn't look entirely convinced on the matter, "Little miss, I know you want to wear your dinosaur costume, but don't you want to wear something a bit more... fancier?"

"Ou' need to understand, 'kay, Mummy?" You tell her with a certain seriousness, "Dinos' are fancy!"

Leah bit back a laugh, "Oh are they, huh? I mean, what about pretty instead?"

"Yuck! No pretty! Dino instead!" You declare.

"But... I thought you liked this one, bubba."

"No, it itchy an' scratchy, an it look horrible!" You ramble off different words you have heard before, shaking your head making your decision firm.

Leah blinks, "You won't look horrible, bubba--"

"Yes, I will! I be look hideous in it! I no wear dat!" You interject, repeating the words that you hear Monkey say when she doesn't like a certain outfit she wears and looks in the mirror.

"Bubba, Nana brought you this one though, and you liked it when you saw it," Leah explains in a gentle tone of voice, "How about we give it a try?"

You shake your head in disagreement, crossing your arms over your chest, "I don' care. I wan' be a dino'daur!"

"Excuse me, little miss sass," Leah mumbles in outrage at your newfound sassiness that she's still not entirely used to.

"Ou' need to understand Mummy 'dat dino'daur better," You wiggle your index finger in front of her face and have a somewhat serious expression plastered on your own, "'Kay?"

Leah stifles her amusement with a bite of her bottom lip, "Right, whatever you say then, my stubborn little miss," She jokes, "Are you sure you don't want to try something different instead?"

"Nooo!" You exclaim loud enough to be heard through the whole house, "I be dino'daur, Mummy. Roaaaar!" You let out an almightly loud roar like one of your favourite t-rexes.

"What, are we pretendin' to be a dinosaur tonight?" Monkey teases as she sticks her head around your bedroom door, "T-Rex or Stegosaurus?"

You ponder the question for a brief second, tapping your small finger on your chin, "I be a t-rex!" You insist, "Roaaaaaar! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!"

"Scary little t-rex," Monkey jokes, pretending to look somewhat terrified, "What're you shoutin' the house down 'bout anyways?"

"I be a dino'daur for da party!" You tell her, pointing your index finger in the direction of the costume where it lay still, "Monks'! Ou' tell Mummy dat she hafta let me wear it!"

"Well, I mean, why not, eh? You can rock the dino costume!" Monkey exclaims, stepping further into the room and taking the chance to ruffle your hair, "We'll have a little dino at the party instead of a little Buddy, eh?"

"Aye, no, Monks' get off me hair!" You whine, trying to push her hands off you.

"Buddy," Leah tries again, "Maybe just for tonight, we can try something different instead, hm? What about this?" She suggests, holding up a different outfit.

"Nooo! I no' wearin' dat," You tell her, scrunching your face up in disgust, "No way I wearin' dat!"

"Geesh, three-year-olds are so sassy these days," Monkey quips, plonking herself down on the carpeted floor, "You know, she's really not going to want to wear anything other than the dumb dinosaur costume now that she has it."

"Yeah, you're not kidding there," Leah mumbles, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I clearly shot myself in the foot there, haven't I?"

Monkey pulls a silly face, flailing her hands up, "I mean, really, it's sorta your own fault for buying it for Christmas. Whatcha' think would happen?"

Leah shoots your favourite person a disapproving look, "Yeah, alright, thanks for your help, Menace," She mutters, "Bubba, look, it's really not that bad. Why don't you just try it on and see what you think?"

"No! I gon' look like a... I look like a bin bag!" You declare promptly, standing firm on your decision, "I no wearin' it an' ou' can' make me!"

Elle bites her lip to stifle her amusement.

"A big bag?" Leah repeats, baffled, "No, you won't. I think you will look adorable."

You shake your head in disagreement, "No. I won', Mummy! An it be itchy, an' scratchy, an' I be smelly!"

"Smelly?" Monkey snorts in amusement.

"Yeah, I smell 'orrible, like da bin!" You insist.

"Personally, and I'm just saying, my own opinion and all," Monkey begins, exchanging a cheeky grin with Leah, "I think you might as well let her wear the dino costume, cos' otherwise it's gonna end in tears, innit?

"Alright, fine," Leah inwardly groans, "I give in. Bubba, you can wear your dinosaur costume to the party tonight."

"Yeah, I be dino'daur!" You exclaim, practically vibrating with excitement, "An I bring all m' dino'daurs into da living room to show 'eryone!"

"Bubba, no," Leah's eyes widen at the determination in your little voice, "We're not bringing all your dinosaurs into the living room..."

You scrunch your brows together in confusion, "No, ou' listen! I gon' ave' me t-rex, an' me steg'saurus, an' me bron'saurus! I have to show all of 'em!" It's very important, that each one of your dinosaurs gets shown around to everyone at the party tonight.

"You can take a few downstairs to show, but not all of them, alright?" Leah overrules your own decision in a gentle tone of voice, "You have quite a lot now, and we don't want any of them to get broken now, do we?"

You huff in disagreement, "Well den dey should be more careful an' no' stand on 'em!"

"Wha?" Leah blinks in confusion, "Right, Bubba, that's not the point. You can maybe bring one or two downstairs, but no more than that, okay?"

"Why no more? I wan bring 'em all!" You cross your arms over your chest and stomp your foot in protest, "Ou' bein' mean no' lettin' me bring 'em all down! Ou' said I can do dat!"

Leah opens and closes her mouth, baffled by your words, "Since when?"

"Since... Since ou' said so, Mummy!" You insist, stubbornly, "I heard ou' say it! Ou' said I can!" You repeat.

"No, no, I didn't," Leah retorts, shaking her head, "I said you could take a few downstairs, but not all of them."

"But dey all 'ave to come down, or dey be lonely on their own up 'ere!" You exclaim, dramatically throwing your arms up in the air, "Ou' hafta 'ave 'em all!"

"I'm sure there will be just fine upstairs, bubba," Leah chuckles, shaking her head.

You shake your head in disagreement, "I don' think so, Mummy. Ou' might hurt der feelings!"

"Bubba..." Leah looks exasperated, all but ready to give in.

"Cos' ou' can' 'ave one, an' then no 'ave the others," You cut her words short, telling her your over-the-top explanation, "Ou' can' be like meany like dat, Mummy!"

"I'm not... I'm not being mean," Leah mumbles in disbelief.

Needless to say, the conversation ends with you bringing down a whole bucket full of different dinosaurs, and chucking them onto the rug in the living room.

"Auntie Kei!" You exclaim, spotting the woman walk through the living room with her girlfriend, Laura, beside her. " Ou' 'ere!" You don't waste time throwing your tiny arms around her legs.

"Ooh, hello little dinosaur!" Keira coos, scooping you into her arms and squeezing you tightly, "Did you have a good Christmas this year? Did you get spoilt lots and lots?"

"Uh huh, I got lots an' lots of new toys!" You tell her excitedly, flailing your arms in the air for further dramatics, "I' got a dino' costume. See?" You say, motioning to the outfit you're wearing.

"I do, wow," Keira playfully gasps, tickling your sides, "It's very roar-some!"

Leah appears with a drink in hand, "Ah, you guys are here!" She exclaims with enthusiasm, wrapping her free arm around Keira first and then Laura, "I see you met our little dinosaur of the night." She jokes.

"Hiya, Le!" Keira greets her best friend, "We did, and she looks absolutely adorable!"

"Mummy let me choose me outfit me' self!" You declare proudly.

"Yeah... I mean, I did try and sway her mind but well Buddy is very stubborn," Leah begins to explain, "Which I now realise is a trait she has picked up from either me or Jord, apparently."

"Oh, we could have told you that before," Holly chimes in on the conversation, holding another couple of drinks in her hand for Keira and Laura, "Personally, I think she takes after you more than she does Jord, especially when it comes to her stubbornness."

"What? Rude," Leah mumbles before she takes a sip of her drink, "I'm not that stubborn..." She retorts, mocking her offence.

"Sure, you tell yourself that," Keira snickers, thinking otherwise, "Where's the other troublemaker? It's quiet around here."

"Currently chatting Elle's ear off about whether she's watched Shrek or not," Leah explains with a half-amused smile, taking a sip of her drink, "I'm sure she'll be more than happy to see you both though!"

"We're here!" Beth announces, walking through the house with an energetic five-year-old attached to her, "We're not that late are we? Little miss here wanted to choose the perfect outfit to wear."

"No, no, you're just in time," Leah grins, wrapping her free arm around Beth and Viv, before crouching down to Rory's level, "Hi, Roo! Did you have a good Christmas with your Mummy and Mamma?"

"Hi, Auntie Le! I got loads of presents, and friends for Twix as well!" Rory is beaming a great big smile on her face.

"Roo!" You shout in excitement, wriggling in Keira's arms to get down.

Rory's face lights up even more, "Buddy!"

"Let's go an' play!" You are ecstatic to see your own best friend, Rory again, "Put me down' please, Auntie Kei!”

"As you wish, little dino," Keira obliges and sets you back down on the floor.

Beth chuckles, "At least the two of them are happy enough, Roos' been ecstatic about tonight," She tells her, before taking note of your outfit as you are set back down on your feet, "What's with the dinosaur costume? That's an acquired outfit, eh?"

"Let's just say I know which battles to pick, and this battle with my three-year-old, well it's just better to agree to the costume rather than the full-blown meltdown I could have ended up with," Leah explains with a shake of the head.

"Sounds like you've had a fun day then," Viv laughs in amusement.

"Just another day being a parent to a three-year-old," Leah retorts, shaking her head in asperation, "Don't even get me started on the swearing jar, either..."

"Mummy puts' lot of money in der cos' she always sayin' words she shouldn't!" You throw Leah directly under the bus, "An Mama 'ave one now as well!"

"Oh?" Keira arches her eyebrow in amusement.

"Yeah, let's not talk about that," Leah huffs in response, taking another sip of her drink in hand.

"Come on, Roo, let' go an' play!" You impatiently tug on Rory's hand, attempting to drag her over to where you'd thrown all your dinosaurs out, along with the rest of the toys out of your toy box, but there’s is always still room for more, "Mummy say no gettin' all me toys out but I think it fine!"

“Buddy, no more getting any more of your toys out,” Leah calls aloud, shaking her head with an aspirated sigh as she hears the unmistakable clatter of toys being thrown out onto the floor again, “I might as well just talk to myself right now– Buddy, no more, please or people are going to trip over them!”

“Mm, yummy pizza!” You exclaim enthusiastically, rubbing your stomach as you sit cross-legged on the floor, happily munching on a slice, “It good, isn’t it, Roo?” You ask your best friend, your grin as wide as can be.

“Yeah, it’s good!” Rory agrees with a mouthful of pizza, nodding eagerly.

From the corner of the room, Monkey strolls over, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, “Hey, munchkins!” She crouches beside you, her gaze fixed on your pizza like a cat watching a mouse, “You enjoyin’ that, little dinosaur?”

“I eatin’ pizza, Monks’!” You beam proudly, completely oblivious to her intentions, “Ou’ can’ have any! It mine!”

Monkey lets out a playful gasp, clutching her chest in mock offence, “What? Not even a single bite of it? I’m starvin’ over here!”

“Nooo!” You cry, clutching your pizza slice to your chest as if it were your most prized possession, “It mine, Monks’. No’ ours'!”

Monkey chuckles, but her hand moves faster than you expect. Before you can react, she pinches the tip of your pizza slice and takes a playful bite.

“Hey!” You squeal, scowling at her as you pull the now-smaller slice away, “Da mean! Dat mine!”

“Mm, it tastes even better when it’s stolen,” Monkey murmurs, licking her fingers with exaggerated satisfaction.

You glare at her, your cheeks puffing out in frustration, “No steal, Monks’. Dat bad!”

“Aw, come on Buddy,” Monkey ruffles your hair with a cheeky grin still plastered on her face, “Sharing is caring!”

“You can’t eat her pizza!” Roo exclaims, giggling as she keeps a tight hold of her own pizza.

“Nooo!” You huff, your voice growing louder in protest, “Mummy!”

“What’s going on in here?” Leah’s voice cuts through the room as she steps in, her hands on her hips, “Why does it feel like you two are always arguing at the minute? What’s happened this time?”

“Oh, hey, Le!” Monkey says, flashing her an innocent smile, “We’re not arguing, honest. We’re bonding! Right, Buddy?”

“Mummy! Monks’ is ‘tupid!” You accuse, pointing an accusatory finger at the teenage girl.

“Whoa,” Leah frowns as she crouches down to your level, “Hey, bubba, we don’t use words like that, do we? It’s nice not.” She tells you, her tone is gentle but still holds a sense of firmness.

“But she is doh! She ate m’ pizza!” You insist, your tiny fingers still directed at Monkey like a prosecutor in court.

Leah pinches the bridge of her nose, glancing up at Monkey, “What did you do that for?”

The teenage girl shrugs, still grinning sheepishly, “In my defence… Well, I guess there is none, but the pizza tasted super good!”

“There’s plenty of pizza left, Menace,” Leah sighs, shaking her head, “You’re only upsetting her when you take her things.”

“Yeah, okay, I didn’t think that one through,” Monkey admits, scratching the back of her neck, “Sorry, Buddy. I didn’t mean to eat your pizza. Am I’ forgiven?”

“No, m’ pizza gone now!” You whine, your bottom lip quivering as you clutch the remains of your slice, “I don’ like ou' right now, Monkey!”

“I’m really sorry for eating it, shrimp,” Monkey looks incredibley guilty about eating the pizza.

Leah strokes your hair gently, “It’s okay, bubba. We can get you another slice, yeah? It’s just pizza, there’s plenty of it.”

“But it’ mine!” You protest, sniffling, “An’ she ate it!”

Monkey’s guilty expression deepens, “Hey, Buddy. I’m really sorry for stealing your pizza,” She says, crouching to your level, “Tell you what–how about I make it up to you with some… lemonade?”

“Fizzy pop?” You ask, your tears momentarily forgotten as curiosity takes over.

“Yeah…” Monkey hesitates, instantly regretting her offer but knowing she’s already said it.

“Yeah!” You exclaim, your face lightening up with excitement.

Leah blinks at Monkey, her disbelief evident, “Are you serious right now? It’s almost 8 pm, Menace!”

Monkey shrugs with a custious smile, “Hey, look how happy she is now! Win-win, right?”

“Unbelievable,” Leah mutters, shaking her head, “You can have one small cup of lemonade, bubba, but no more than that. Just this once, and we’re not telling your Mama about this either, got it?”

“Oou' got it dude!” You beam a wide smile, sticking your thumb up in the air.

It’s inching closer to midnight, but you’re nowhere near tired. You’re sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the living room, surrounded by your toys, stacking blocks and chatting to Rory with endless energy.

“Stack it’ like dat Roo!” You insist.

“This way?” Rory replies in question, gesturing to the green block in her hand.

“Uh huh!” You nod in agreement.

“Come on bubba, time for bed," Leah says softly, holding her hand out to you.

You cross your arms stubbornly, sticking your bottom lip out in defiance, “No' bed. I stay up tonight with all da grown-ups!"

Leah crouches down to your level, tilting her head, "Oh no little miss. You definitely need to get some sleep, or you'll be super grumpy in the morning, won't you?"

"I no like dat. I be fine. I gots to stay awake!" You insist, stomping your foot for emphasis.

Leah bites back a smile, "I think it might be a bit too late for you, bubba," She says, pointing to your drooping eyelids.

"No, I stay 'wake. I wish 'erybody 'appy new year!" You tell her with determination.

"Buddy,” Leah sighs, rubbing her temples, “It's going to be very late, and I might get into trouble with Mama if I let you stay up, and she finds out, hmm?"

You shake your head, "Dat don't matter. I stay up wif everyone else!"

"Bubba--" Leah begins to speak.

"We don' hafta tell her. It 'kay!" You declare confidently.

Leah shakes her head, amused but exasperated, "That's not the point, little miss..."

Keira, lounging on the sofa, chuckles at the exchange, "She's really trying to blag you there," She says, grinning.

"Oh, she definitely is," Leah replies, raising an eyebrow at your mischievous grin.

"I stay up. Deal?" You say, holding out your tiny hand like a seasoned negotiator.

Leah laughs incredulously, "... What? No deal, bubba. Little girls like you can't stay up that late, it's bedtime for a reason, New Year’s Eve or not."

You pout dramatically, "Don' be borin' Mummy. I no like ou' when ou' like dat!"

"Umm excuse me little miss, I'm not boring,” Leah places her hands on her lips, feigning offence, “I am just wanting to make sure you're going to sleep at a reasonable time.”

"Come on Le, what's the harm in letting her stay up late for just tonight? It is New Year’s Eve after all, eh?" Keira chimes in, smirking.

Leah exhales a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I don't know why I even bother," She mumbles, "Fine, but if Jord questions it then it's on you to tell her!"

“It’s fine, I can deal with that,” Keira grins as she gets up off the sofa and scoops you up into her arms, “Come on my little dino, let’s go and find the biscuits in the cupboard!”

“Not too many because it’s near to bedtime– Oh, that went in one ear and out the other. Never mind…”

The living room hums with the warm buzz of conversation and laughter as Keira carries you into the kitchen. Setting you down on the counter, she holds you steady with one hand while rummaging through the cupboard with the other.

“Right then, little dinosaur,” Keira says, peering into the cupboard, “What biscuits do we fancy?”

“Da choc’late ones!” You exclaim, clapping your hands with glee, “Choc’late da bestest!”

Keira chuckles, pulling out a pack of chocolate biscuits and handing one to you, “Chocolate it is. But just one, alright? It’ll be our little secret, yeah?”

You nod eagerly, biting into the biscuit with a big grin, “I no tell! It our ‘ecret!”

Keira winks, popping a biscuit into her own mouth, “Exactly. Our secret.”

By the time midnight was approaching the party was in full swing. Laughter and music filled the room, and you were more determined than ever to prove Leah wrong by staying awake and joining in the celebrations.

Rory had long since succumbed to sleep, her head resting on Viv’s shoulder, but you were still fighting valiantly to keep your eyes open.

As the countdown began, your resolve wavered and you curled up on the sofa, a party hat sat crooked on your head, and a party blower hung limply from your mouth.

“10... 9… 8…” Everyone began to count down in the room.

But you didn’t even make it to one.

The sound of fireworks outside should have been enough to keep you awake, but it was all too much for you it seems.

“I think the partying might’ve been a bit much for her after all,” Holly quips with a grin, gesturing toward your peaceful, sleeping form.

Leah chuckles softly, crossing the room to you, “Oh, bubba,” She coos, carefully tucking a blanket around you. She brushes a stray curl for your forehead, her expression warm and tender, “Happy New Year, my little dinosaur.” She added, pressing a gente kiss to the top of your head, lingering a moment for straightening up.

#monkey #double the trouble fic #leah williamson x reader #woso x reader #woso one shot #scribblesofagoonerr #buddy #chaos fc reader #separate reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso community

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milunalupin · 8 months ago

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Hi!

If your not to busy could you possibly write a George x reader angst one shot with a fluff ending

You can can choose the plot cause I know what ever you do will be AMAZINGGG

thank youuu

sorry that this took me so long, thank you so much for your request and patience lovely !!

— more than this

george weasley x reader ★ 983 words

Shadows stretched across the grass as you stood near the edge of the Black Lake, struggling with a storm of emotions. What had started as a casual arrangement with your dear friend had spiraled into a chaotic mess that threatened to unravel everything. You liked him, a lot. Sometime it felt like he liked you too, when he walked you to class after kissing you silly in a broom closet. Or after having his way with you in the dorms he... oh who were you kidding. George Weasley would never like you the way you have always like him.

“Hey! You look like you’ve seen a Boggart,” George called, approaching with that familiar carefree grin. Today, however, it grated on your nerves.

“Maybe I have,” you replied sharply, not bothering to hide your irritation.

He frowned, concern flickering in his eyes. “You’re acting strange. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you snapped, turning your gaze away. The truth was, you were trying to process feelings you had buried deep. The more time you spent with him, the harder it became to ignore how much you cared. "I'm just thinking."

“Thinking about what? Quidditch? Seamus' latest disaster?” He leaned against a tree, arms crossed, his smile fading.

“About us,” you finally admitted, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.

“Us?” he echoed, panic creeping into his voice. “What do you mean?”

“I mean this arrangement,” you muttered, crouching down to take a seat on the grass. He pushed himself off the tree and slowly made his way to join you on the ground, waiting for you to explain yourself.

“It’s not just physical for me anymore, George.” you said, frustration bubbling over.

He shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. “But we agreed it was just for fun, right? That’s all it ever was.”

“Was it?” you pressed, turning to look at him, your heart racing. “Because it feels more complicated than that. Do you even feel anything?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, eyes darting away. “It’s just a bit of fun. We’re friends. It’s easy.”

“Easy?” You scoffed, disbelief pouring from you. “Is that all you wanted? Something easy?"

He flinched at your words, anger flashing in his eyes. “It’s not like that. We can’t just throw everything away because of some—some feelings!”

“Feelings? You think my feelings are trivial?” you shot back, your heart racing with frustration. “I didn’t ask to care about you, you know!”

“Then maybe it’s just a phase,” he said, almost dismissively. “You’re caught up in the moment. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Your heart sank, despair creeping in. “You’re really going to deny what’s happening between us?”

“Maybe it’s just the thrill of sneaking around,” he countered, crossing his arms, shutting you out. “You’re just imagining something more.”

“Imagining?” You frowned, shaking your head as desperation flooded your voice. “I want this to be real! I want you, George. Not just in the middle of the night or hidden away from our friends. And I think you feel the same.”

He looked away, conflicted. “But what if this ruins everything? What if it stops being fun? What if it gets messy?”

“Maybe we’ll figure it out!” you cried, your voice rising with frustration. “I’m tired of pretending! I’m tired of hiding because you can’t face what’s right in front of you!”

He hesitated, the cracks in his facade deepening. “I don’t know how to handle this. I’ve never cared about anyone like this before.”

“Then maybe we shouldn’t keep doing this,” you said, your heart heavy. “If you can’t be honest with yourself, maybe it’s best we end it.”

Silence fell between you, heavy and suffocating. George’s expression shifted, a mix of shock and hurt flashing in his eyes. “You want to end it?”

“I don’t want to be just a fling,” you replied, your voice trembling. “If you can’t see what’s happening, maybe it’s time to walk away.”

His gaze dropped, the weight of your words sinking in. “You really think I don’t care?”

“I think you’re scared,” you shot back, “And that fear is driving you away.”

The red-haired boy sighed, wrestling with his thoughts. “I thought I could keep things light. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I didn’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“Then why are we even having this conversation?” you asked, the desperation in your voice rising. “If you care, then say it!”

George looked torn, wrestling with his emotions. “Because it’s terrifying! I don’t know how to do this.”

“Then figure it out,” you said, voice steady despite the chaos inside. “Or we really are done here.”

He took a deep breath, finally meeting your gaze. “Alright. You want the truth? I’m scared to admit it, but I like you. I really do. I’ve been trying to convince myself it’s nothing, but it’s not. I don’t want to lose you, but I didn’t know how to say it.”

“Then let’s stop pretending,” you urged, your heart pounding. “Let’s see where this goes, but we have to be honest with each other.”

George nodded, a weight lifting from his shoulders. “Alright. I’m ready, I want to try.”

With that, he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both tentative and electrifying. His lips felt warmer than they have before, lovelier. His hands came up to gently cradle you face, thumbs caressing your cheeks. As you pulled away, the air felt charged with possibility, the uncertainty still lingering, but now accompanied by a flicker of hope.

“So, what now?” he asked, a mix of seriousness and relief in his eyes.

“Now, we figure it out,” you replied, heart racing but steadier than before. “No more hiding.”

“No more hiding.” he agreed, a small smile breaking through the tension. And in that moment, you both knew you were ready to confront whatever lay ahead, together.

#golden trio #golden trio era #george weasley #george weasley x reader

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emjiroki · 1 year ago

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Word count: 6.2k

Warnings: Yandere Yuuta! very dark content, blood,explicit scenes and language, depictions of death and remains, reader is over her husband very quickly

Link to pt 1

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

a/n: Hi everyone! back again with pool boy! Yuuta (though there isnt much of him being our pool boy in this one hehe) I just had to continue where we left off and it was so so fun! Happy Birthday to me and our love! hope everyone enjoys!

Likes, Reblogs, and Comments appreciated and treasured like gold

“I want you,” Yuuta panted against the skin of your shoulder, his hair dripping water rivulets down your chest as the shower head pelted him.

“You have me,” You giggled as his tip prodded against your swollen entrance. Grinding as if you hadn't gone two rounds before getting in the shower.

“No, I want you. All of you. Mind, body, and soul” He peppered kisses up your throat to punctuate his words, nibbling his teeth across your throbbing jugular, “I want to bury myself under your skin so that I can get deeper”. At the last word he gave a sharp thrust up against you, sliding into your welcome entrance as you gasped and held onto the shower wall.

“F-Fuck” you whimpered as he stretched you, filling you up so well it made your brain foggy. Your legs were shaking as he held you tight practically molding his body to yours, hips moving shallowly to keep him fully seated in your slick heat.

“That’s right, want you to feel me, more of me, all of me; never forget that I’m the one who makes you feel like this” He growled, moving one hand down to grasp your thigh and the other to your chest, rolling and tugging the pebbled bud beneath his fingers.

“Yes” You moan, leaning back against his strong body as he fucked into you, your legs growing wobbly from the pleasure, “Y-Yuuta please”.

“Just want you to cum for me, that’s all, wanna feel you one more time” He purred, the hand stimulating your nipple moving down to your clit, rubbing tight circles until he felt you clinching so tight around him. A high-pitched cry of pleasure spilled out as you reached your peak, Yuuta groaning in your ear doing nothing to quell it. He muttered a few curses against the side of your throat before swiftly pulling out, the feeling of him leaving you empty leaving you breathless. You shut the water off and stepped out, handing him a towel as you went over to where your clothes were on the counter.

“I’ve gotta leave for work soon,” Yuuta said, running the towel over his dark hair and down his chest. Your eyes followed the cloth as he dragged it down his cut stomach to the hair at the base. The tips of your ears felt hot as you flashed your eyes back up to him.

‘Don’t get distracted’ You thought to yourself as his statement echoed through your mind.

“Sure you can't stay for just a little bit longer?” You asked, stepping to him and running your hands up his front. No matter how many times you've had him in the last six months it never seemed to be enough. Yuuta seized your hands, turning them in his grip to kiss the inside of your wrists before settling you with a look. A dark and predatory look where the light is barely casting in his eyes.

“Will he be back tonight?”. Your stomach sank but you knew he couldn't lie to him, nodding your head.

Yuuta hated when your husband was home when he couldn't be with you. They had met once in October when you had hired the landscaping company again to close the pool up for the winter and trim the tree in the back near the shed before any weather hit again. The interaction was tense, to say the least, Yuuta on edge and tense in every muscle, teeth pinned together and jaw tight like it was wired shut, though your husband didn't understand why. Yuuta let one hand go from your wrists, the free hand moving up to cup your jaw, his thumb and index finger squishing your cheek a little.

“Are you gonna leave him? Or do I have to take you from him?” He asked, his voice sweet and tender but the look in his eyes was very serious.

“I- I want to but-”

“No, no buts if you want to I'll figure it out” he replied, a soft smile on his lips, “that's all I needed to know”.

“What do you mean?” You ask, wary and not sure if you want to know the answer to that question. He laughed softly, almost derisively.

“Don't worry your pretty little head about it, I said I'll handle it didn't I?”.

You nodded, believing him but still not quite understanding. But you took his hand and led him back to the bedroom.

“Honey? You home?” Your husband's voice called from downstairs. It sends a jolt of adrenaline through you, your eyes widening at Yuuta as he pulls his shirt over his head so casually.

“I'll head out the window again,” He said, kissing your forehead quickly, “see you later”. He yanked the window open and slid his legs through, winking at you before dropping off into the flowerbed below. You made sure you heard the gate latch before shutting the window, heading down to meet your husband despite it turning a sick unwanted knot in your stomach. The perfume on his shirt when you hugged him made it worse.

♡

‘He still there?’ Yuuta texted you later as you were making dinner, chicken baking in the oven as you stirred vegetables in the skillet.

‘Yes’ you texted back a small smile on your face when his contact of “Pool Company” popped up, ‘but he's in the shower’.

‘Open the door’. You glanced over to the backdoor to see him looking in, a grin on his face as he waggled his fingers at you.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned as he moved past you.

“Wanted to see you,” He said simply with a shrug, “That so bad?”

“With him upstairs, it is” You chided, watching as he strolled over to the stove and snatched a piece of mushroom from the skillet, scalding hot but eating it as if it were cold.

“I’m not worried about him,” He replied, turning to you and backing you against the island.

“I’m worried,” You said quietly, squeaking as his hand when under your ass to lift you onto the cold marble of the countertop.

“About what? If he catches us? If he catches me?” He asked, his lips so close he was nearly kissing you, his dark eyes shining like pools in the muted glow of the overtop oven light.

“Yes,” You whispered, wanting to lean in but unable to break your gaze. “I’m worried about what he would do”.

“No baby, be worried about what I would do to him,” Yuuta uttered, an eerie tone to his voice that had goosebumps rising across his skin, “if he threatened you, hurt you”. He leaned in close the next words in barely a whisper. “I’d fucking end him”. His fingers danced across your exposed neck, soft and delicate as he moved to cup your face. “Slit his throat like the pig he is and bury him beneath that pretty cherry tree outside”.

That shouldn’t turn you on, you should be running with your phone in your hand upstairs but you weren’t. Instead, your blood was running hot, your panties growing wet as he leaned you back, grabbing you under your knees to prop your feet up against his shoulders as his hands went under your dress to your panties.

“Y-You would?” you asked, voice only a whimper as he groaned quietly at the wetness under his fingers.

“I told you you were mine. My treasure. My wife,” He growled sinking to his knees, “The moment I saw you in that pretty little bathing suit, I knew that you were meant to be mine and mine only, I’d kill a hundred thousand pricks more worthy than him to be worshipping at your feet”.

You pressed your hand to your mouth as you gasped at the feeling of him latching onto your clit, his tongue sweeping down to taste your wetness. You knew your husband could be down any minute, any second but you couldn’t help but melt into the feeling of Yuuta’s mouth on you, licking and sucking and squeezing your thighs like it would be the last time. Though you knew it wouldn’t be, and he did too, but it didn’t do anything to quell the heat between you. You moved to tangle your fingers in his hair but he pinned it down, one of his hands moving to keep it against your stomach. The pleasure was overwhelming, the hand not pinned failing to keep the high-pitched noises from escaping as he devoured you into a crumbling mess.

“Y-Yuuta I’m-”. A growling groan from his throat was his only reply, knowing just what you meant as your legs tensed around him. The dam broke when he plunged two fingers inside, curling against the soft spot inside of you that nearly had you shrieking, clear fluid spraying out against his lower jaw as he smirked, so pleased with himself for making a terrible mess of you. The sound of the timer ringing for the chicken had you nearly jumping out of your skin, Yuuta rose from the floor and wiped his chin on the back of his hand.

“Dinner done?” Your husband called from the stairs.

“Impeccable timing as ever, asshole” Yuuta muttered, glaring into the darkened living room.

“Uh yeah, yes” You replied, clearing your throat and springing down from the counter, straightening your dress, “I just have to get the plates”.

“Pour me a glass of wine, I’ll be down in a minute”

“Sure honey,” You said in a cheery tone, flipping the burner off for the vegetables and grabbing an oven mitt before turning to Yuuta, “Go out the back”.

“What if I just walk out in front of him, my shirt soaked with you?” He asked, leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You wanted to melt into him, melled your body with his, and walk out the back gate right now but you moved your hands up to his head to pull him away.

“It wouldn’t be good, you look a mess,” You said amusedly.

“Wouldn’t matter much once I had his blood on me” He replied, his tone deadpan and serious. You knew he was serious. Very serious, murderous intentions swimming in his gaze, but you pushed him towards the door anyway, an almost boyish grin on his face when you slapped his ass.

“Text me?” He asked, his hands against the doorframe preventing you from closing it.

“Of course” You replied pressing one more kiss to his cheek before he turned to disappear into the night shadows and head back to his car parked down the street. You were still looking out the back door, feeling his touch on your skin when your husband cleared his throat in the kitchen doorway.

“Little spill?” He asked, nodding at the clear fluid he thought was water on the floor. You know you must have looked startled, like a deer in headlights but you moved over to grab a few paper towels and clean the floor.

“Yeah just a little water,” You reassured, “Haven’t opened the wine yet, why don’t you pick out a bottle for us?”.

“Sure,” He said, a fleeting questioning gaze in his eyes, “Everything okay? You seem a little flushed”.

“Oh yeah everything is perfect, just a little hot in here is all,” You said, leaning up to kiss his cheek despite it making you want to puke. At least you couldn’t smell that cheap perfume this time.

He was back in the pantry where the wine cooler was when a loud crash came from the backyard, startling you into dropping the glass you were holding.

“What the hell was that?” He called, racing back into the kitchen.

“I don’t know, I dropped my glass but that sound came from the yard,” You said, looking out the large windows into the darkness. He went for the door but you grabbed his arm, pleading with him not to go out there.

“I have to check it out” He insisted. You realized you hadn’t heard the gate close when Yuuta left, a surge of fear gripping you. What if he was still out there and your husband catches him?

He shook you off with an annoyed sound, swinging the door open and heading out with the flashlight on his phone glittering over the recently opened pool. You could see the shed from the door where you were peering, the shattered glass of the little side window shining in the grass.

And the shovel leaned up against the cherry tree like a looming omen.

Your stomach twisted, expecting Yuuta to appear from the shadows and drive an axe into the back of your husband's head. But nothing happened, your husband looking curiously for a moment before shaking his head and returning to the house.

“Probably just some stupid kids in the alley throwing rocks again” He snapped, clearly more irritated than worried, “I’ll patch it up tomorrow before I leave”.

“Okay,” You whispered, gripping your hands together to keep them from shaking.

“Let’s have dinner”. You nodded as you moved back to the oven, taking the chicken off the tray and spooning the veggies onto your plates. Your phone lit up, your ringer down so he wouldn’t notice.

‘Did he see it?’ Yuuta’s message read. You typed back quickly.

‘Yes but he didn’t say anything’

‘That’s fine, he’ll be thinking about it’ dots appeared before another message popped up. ‘Just like I’ll be thinking about you when I’m alone in bed tonight, will you be thinking about me?’

‘Of course I will, I always do’ you replied, a soft blush on your cheeks at the thought of his dick in his hand, sweat on his face as he chased his release to the thoughts of you.

‘Good. I love you babygirl’. Did you look like a fool smiling at your phone like this?

‘I love you too’.

“These vegetables are a little burnt” Your husband complained when you were sat at the table, your hand gripped around your fork. You were white-knuckling it, thinking vivid thoughts about flying over the pristinely set table and driving it deep into his eye. “Still love you though”.

‘Fucking liar, why don’t you go to her house and have her make you fucking dinner’ You thought bitterly, putting on a sweet smile to hide the malice.

“Yeah, love you too”. ‘Asshole’ Yuuta’s darkly muttered word echoed through your head.

♡

The house was always more peaceful when your husband wasn't there. Less tense. Seemed as though the light from the sun would shine brighter through the windows, the spring breeze fresher. You were just starting the next chapter in your book, your music down low on the surround sound when you heard a vague bump from upstairs. You only paid mind for a moment before going back to your other world, trying to just relax for a while. Until you heard it again, and then the sound of your husband's pen cup falling over off his desk onto the floor. While you didn't like the idea of being the naive woman in a horror movie who decides to go investigate a mysterious sound and gets bludgeoned to death, you needed to go at least clean up the mess so he wouldn't think you were snooping through his things while he was gone. You pressed your ear to the door, hearing nothing in the room beyond, and turning the knob. The curtains were open like you remembered after you had vacuumed in here earlier and cleaned the window. But then again, you didn’t remember the window actually being open. Propped all the way where the breeze was coming through. You quickly picked the pen cup off the floor, put them back in, and set it next to his computer where he liked it. That’s when you noticed the papers on his desk.

The divorce papers.

It was obviously something he had typed up himself, grammar and spelling errors abound and had not yet been notarized by his lawyer. Your heart sank even as you felt like fire was boiling in your gut, a red veil of rage taking over you as you tried to breathe. How could he do this to you? All you had ever done was take care of him. Love him. Through all of his dumb shit and failures. A sharp scream was echoing in the room before you realized it was yours, your fists balling the stupid papers up and shredding them into little pieces, making white confetti across the office room floor. You marched over to the window and slammed it shut, not caring if the neighbors had heard the animalistic noise erupting from you. They never paid attention to the neighbor down the street shooting his gun to “keep his mortgage down” so why would this disturb them? You stomped down the stairs and snatched your phone off the coffee table, slapping your book across the room in a fit of rage as you hit Yuuta’s contact. It rang only once before his cheery voice sounded from the other end.

“Hi baby, what’s up?”

“That bastard wants to divorce me” You snapped, biting your tongue to keep the molten hot tears at bay. Yuuta was silent for a moment as you heard him put his truck in park.

“Did he tell you?” He asked.

“No, I found papers he had sloppily typed up probably while he was drunk when I went into his office,” You said, “He hasn’t gone to his lawyer yet but might soon”. He was quiet again, a deep silence though you could hear his breathing.

“What am I going to do?” You asked, your tone pleading as you felt your world beginning to rock and crash around you in pieces.

“Nothing. Don’t say a word to him, go about your normal routine as you would every day and act like you know nothing” He replied, his voice sounding thin as glass, “It’s for the best now”.

‘For the best now’ those words rattled around in your frazzled brain like a marble in a tin can. You took a deep breath.

“Okay,” Your tone wobbled, tears flowing down your cheeks now, “Can you come over? Please?”.

“I can’t baby, not right now,” He replied, sounding as if he was pained just by the sound of your crying, “I’ll be there tonight though”.

“But he-”

“I’ll be there tonight” He insisted, “Now do as I said and go about your day, remember, act normal. Like nothing is wrong even though it is, keep strong for me love and I promise I’ll fix it”.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about what I mean and listen to what I’m saying. I’ll fix it, you understand? I’ll fix you so you won’t even remember what that fucking bastard looked like and I get to be the one to put a ring on your finger. I love you, darling, so much more than anyone else would be able to”.

“I love you too,” You said, wiping the tears from your cheeks and taking a deep breath to steady your nerves.

“That’s my girl, I’ll see you tonight”. You both hung up at the same time, your hands still shaking. God how badly you wanted to go around and smash everything. Light his shirts on fire with him inside of them and make him eat the broken glass from your picture frames but you didn’t. Calmly lighting a candle and going back upstairs to meticulously gather every piece of the shredded document and flush them, making sure every piece was gone before vacuuming the room again to be sure. You would deal with the potential fallout of him not finding the papers later. Much later. More than likely days later after he’s gotten his rocks off with that whore of his a few times. Doing a little gardening helped take your mind off of this situation. Viciously shredding the weeds from your flowers and imagining it was his vocal cords, the rich black soil on your hands his blood. You giggled as you smeared the dirty mess down both cheeks, resisting the urge to put your fingers to your mouth knowing it wasn’t what your vivid imagination was pushing forth. Normal. Be normal. Taking a shower was normal, watching the dirt run down the drain along with the soap bubbles was normal. Normal was nice. Sometimes.

The one thing you weren’t expecting that night was for the police to be knocking on your door, a sullen look on their faces.

“Ma’am I’m sorry but we have some very unfortunate and probably devastating news involving your husband,” the man in front said, his partner looking down and away, fidgeting with his utility belt.

“What? What’s happened?” You asked, your blood running cold even as you pulled your robe tighter around you.

“Your husband was involved in a motor vehicle accident, he seemed to have lost control on the interstate and collided head-on with a semi-truck I’m sorry but he was found dead at the scene”. You crumbled to your knees, sobs wracking your body as your hands pressed to your face. The policeman’s hand was warm as it rested against your shoulder, a kind gesture to console the grieving widow.

“I’m so sorry for your loss but you’re his next of kin and we need you to identify his remains, we can take you down to the coroner's office if you’d like”.

“No, no that’s alright, I can drive” You insisted, moving away from his hand, “just let me get dressed”.

♡

It was a good fifteen-minute drive across town, the building looking so lonely and dim in the dark of late night, the smell inside steril and chilling. The coroner was a nice man, older with graying hair that was left and kind eyes as he led you into the back, pulling the sheet down to showcase what was left of your husband. His skin was charred black, not recognizable at all with the exposed jaw bone and missing bottom teeth as if he had smashed against the steering wheel as he spun out of control. They had forced his arm back into place despite the obvious signs that it had been broken too. Thankfully the nice man had only pulled it down a small portion, not showing nearly everything as your stomach curled in on itself.

“That-That’s him” You whispered, looking at the gold ring on his left hand, the intricate carvings that you had ordered for him glittering under the buzzing lights, “I’d know that ring anywhere”.

“I’m very sorry, thank you for taking the time to do this,” The man sighed, scrubbing the back of his slowly balding head as if trying to stimulate growth, “We had nothing else to go on except the ID we found”.

“There wasn’t anything in the car besides that?” You questioned, thinking they would have been able to run the plates or something.

“There wasn’t anything left, a total loss, couldn’t even tell what color paint was on it before since the gas tank blew but they found his wallet blown out into the road,” He sighed again, shaking his head, “This will be ruled as an accident I’m sure, just waiting for toxicology reports now to rule anything out”.

“He always liked to drive fast, it scared me so often and I begged him so many times to slow down,” You said, tears beginning to well up again. A good show. Normal.

“Was he abusive?” the man asked, concern on his face even as he looked you up and down in your tight jeans.

“No, nothing like that,” You said quickly, “just reckless”.

He nodded, pulling the sheet back over your husband's remains. He thanked you once again for coming out, bidding you goodnight before cringing at his words and silently walking to the back again. Driving back home was… strange. You didn’t feel the need to cry. To pull into the dive bar for a drink. Just roll your window down to feel air flowing through and ride in silence, radio off and not thinking about turning it on. As you expected, the house was dark when you pulled into the driveway. You were about to hit call on Yuuta’s contact when you opened the door but the sound of ice clinking in the kitchen caught your attention, seeing the overhead oven light on through the doorway. There he was, sipping on a glass of your husband’s fine brandy while leaning against the kitchen counter, white t-shirt tight and dark blue jeans cuffed a little at the bottom.

“There you are love,” He said with a smile, “Welcome home”. You didn’t say anything, just dropping your purse to the floor and going over to him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his throat. He made a soft humming noise in the back of his throat.

“What happened?”

“He's dead,” you said shakily.

“How?”

“Car accident. The idiot drove into a semi-truck” You sighed, squeezing Yuuta tighter.

“How lucky” He replied, a smirk in his tone, “Glad I got the right car”. You pulled away from him slightly, looking up into his face.

“What?”.

“Well, shit there were a lot of fancy black cars a blowhard like him would drive, just glad I got the right one and not someone innocent, you know?” He shrugged, taking another slow sip of the brandy. Your eyes widened, your heart thumping.

“You didn’t” You whispered, your hands lingering on his waist.

“I did. Clipped the brakes while he was getting in his little toy’s car for lunch” He confirmed, one hand going under your chin, his fingers cool against your skin, “I must say she’s not near as pretty as you, definitely a downgrade”. You stepped away from his touch, your brain trying to process everything. He actually did it.

“I- I didn’t know-” You stammered before his airy laugh cut you off.

“Oh but you did though darling, I told you, didn’t I? That I would take care of it” He said, a soft smile on his lips, “I told you that you were mine, and now you are, forever”. He stepped closer to you, his hand moving from your chin down to your waist and holding you tight against him.

“My love, my wife,” His breath was sweet with brandy as he leaned to graze his lips against your jaw, lifting the glass to your mouth, bidding you to take a drink. The liquor was strong, burning your throat with an oaky finish that lifted through your nose, making your eyes water a little.

"Are you scared of me now?" He asked, a concerned look on his face. You shook your head, a soft 'No' on your tongue before he smiled.

"Good, that's good".

Yuuta moved one arm down to just under your ass, lifting you with ease, the brandy glass in the other hand, and began to carry you. Up the stairs into your bedroom, shutting the door with his foot. Muted moonlight spilled through the slit in the closed curtains, casting him in an almost ethereal glow as he set you down on the bed and the glass on your nightstand. A soft flick of a lighter startled you as you watched him light the two candles near your lamp, moving over to the one on the dresser and pressing the flame to the wick there too.

“That’s better,” He said, almost as if just saying it to himself as he stripped off his shirt and turned back to you, “You know, I’ve fucked you here many times in the last few months but this time it feels particularly special”. He helped you remove your sweater, and then your jeans, leaving you in only your underwear with no bra. It felt like being an animal under a predator's gaze as he drank you in, his dark eyes tracing unseen patterns across your skin in the dancing candlelight, his fingers tracing them.

“Let me try something” He spoke before he moved his hand over to the brandy glass, fishing out an ice cube and holding it in his fingers for a moment. You gasped when it touched your skin, goosebumps rising as he traced a freezing line along your stomach, up your sternum, and under the swell of each breast.

“This okay?” He asked, that soft sweet look he reserved for only you warming your chest. You nodded.

“I want to hear it baby” He stated, letting the ice melt in his fingers against your skin and roll down your sides to the bed.

“Y-Yes, feels good” You replied, whimpering at the feeling of it moving again. Over your nipples this time, already hard from the chill on your skin but seeming only to get more sensitive. Your hips bucked with a soft moan at the feel of his warm mouth latching to them, one and then the other. Laving each one with attention before dragging his tongue down to trace the waterline he had made. Yuuta moved down to your panties, tugging them off and throwing them to the floor as if they offended him by even touching you.

“Already so wet for me,” He groaned, chest heaving a little as if he was panting, “So good to me”. The moment you felt him pressing against you in his jeans, cock straining hard against the denim you knew you wanted to change positions.

“Wait Yuuta I- I want you in my mouth” You practically whined, moving your knee up to rub against his bulge. You were shameless in your need for him. The need to just melt into him and forget all about this shit day despite the end of being caused by him. But maybe that was the highlight of the day. Your husband would have left you probably high and dry, moved that floozy into your house, the home you created through all of his downsides, and sent you to live in that seedy motel on the other side of town. This could be a new beginning, a fresh start of something beautiful and freeing. Your new normal.

“Eager are we?” He joked as he turned over, scooting up to the pillows and reclining back, letting you take your time in unbuttoning his jeans and dragging the zipper down, a soft gasp escaping his lips as you kissed down from his bellybutton to his happy trail leading into his briefs. You would never be over just how pretty his cock was. Pale skin fleshed red at the tip with veins racing up the side, arching up as if it was just as ready to be in your mouth as you were ready to feel his weight on your tongue. A lude moan vibrated against his length as you took the tip between your lips, feeling his precum melt against your tongue as you ran it against the sensitive head, taking more in your mouth as he involuntarily bucked his hips.

“S-Shit baby, feel s’ good” Yuuta growled, fisting the pillow beneath his head as you went lower, feeling the head bump the back of your throat with at least two inches to go. Drool was coming more freely now, running from your lips down his shaft and making the glide easier as you pushed to take him as deep as he could go. Your head was dizzy with his scent, the taste of his precum, and the pretty sounds he was making. Grunts and moans spilling from his parted lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open to watch you. But he kept his grabby hands up away, letting you go at your own pace and fall into a fuzzy pleasured headspace, your eyes lidded as you sucked languidly against him. He was twitching against your tongue, your hand going to his balls as they contracted with every suck and pull of your mouth. You whined when he pulled you off, giving him a pitiful teary eyes look with a mix of spit and precum on your chin.

“Come on now, don’t give me that look” Yuuta chided with a soft smile, kissing you deeply and licking the wet off your chin before kicking off his jeans, “Just want to cum inside of you”. He flipped your positions with ease, moving you onto your front as you arched your back.

“That’s it, that’s my girl” He groaned, fingers spreading your dripping pussy so he could get a good look, your wetness glistening against the candlelight. A shiver ran up your spine as traced his tongue down your folds, suckling on your clit till you were whimpering before slapping your ass and sitting up behind you. He teased the head against you for a moment, letting you back up against him in desperation.

“Y-Yuuta” You stammered, wanting him inside you so desperately.

“Yes, my love?”

“Want you inside, wanna feel you” You pleaded, burying your face against the softness of your mattress. His hand went to your hair, holding just tight enough and pulling your head up so he could whisper against your ear.

“Say please” He grunted, popping the head in and out for a moment to make you shake.

“Pl-ease” You moaned, your eyes crossing as he bottomed out in one thrust, his thickness stretching you so good. It was that moment that you looked over at your husband’s nightstand, seeing the picture of you on your wedding day, looking happy for probably the last time in a long time and you couldn’t help the tears that welled up. Would you miss him? The old version, the caring version yes. But not the man he turned out to be. The true version that slunk in and out of the shadows and destroyed everything you had built. For him. You gasped as Yuuta snatched the picture off the table, pulling out of you swiftly and turning you over.

“I don’t want you to cry baby,” He shushed, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks, “not over him ever again, he’s not here to hurt you anymore, I made sure of that didn’t I?”. You nodded a soft apology on your lips.

“Don’t be sorry, never be sorry for being human for me” He reassured as he pressed his forehead to yours.

Your eyes widened as he gripped the frame in one hand until the glass broke, taking a piece before throwing it with all of his force against the closed door.

“We all cry. We all bleed” He breathed, taking the piece in his hand and dragging it in a short line across his palm, bringing the freshly bleeding wound to your mouth. You flinched as his blood dropped against your lips before you opened them, tasting the metallic tang as your cheeks flushed. He did the same to your hand, the sting making you flinch again before he pressed it to his mouth, his tongue licking against the wound and smearing your blood across his tongue and lips. Yuuta linked your hands together before pressing them down beside your head and kissing you, groaning at the warmth.

“Now we’re in each other's bodies, inner mingling and thriving. Giving each other life” He said, moving your legs up on his shoulders before thrusting in again, “I love you to madness, you know that?”.

“I love you too Yuuta,” you whimpered, the feeling of him inside of you completely canceling out the sting in your hand, “More than anything”.

“Oh baby you don’t know how happy I am to hear that,” He groaned, folding you down so far he could reach your lips, “I’m gonna fill this sweet pussy till your dripping”.

The bed was creaking with the force of his hips, your moans getting louder by the minute as he pulled him down with your free arm across his shoulders, wanting him closer. Needing him closer to feel his heat against you. The sweat rolling down his forehead, the flush to his cheeks, the whimpering growling moans spilling from him into the candlelit room were even prettier than you could have imagined.

“I’m g-gonna cum beautiful,” He stuttered, his hips beginning to lose rhythm as you dripped around him, milking him so sweetly he couldn’t keep his head straight. He moved his fingers down to your clit, rubbing it in circles till he could feel you gripping tighter around him, “Cum with me please”.

Your chest was heaving and heart thudding as you mewled and whined, toes curling and thighs burning as your release licked flames up your spine. Your names erupted from each other's mouths as you climaxed together, his cock filling you so deeply that you wondered briefly if you would end up pregnant after this. You were so warm inside as he collapsed on you, allowing your legs down as he curled against your body, keeping himself seated snuggly inside of you. Yuuta’s lips were soft against your skin as he kissed you everywhere he could reach, his hands clutching at you and holding you so close it felt as if your bodies truly were one and the same. You stayed against the pillows as he reached down to his pants on the floor before curling back up next to you and taking your hand. He pulled your wedding band off and tossed it over his shoulder, making you giggle before you realized what he was doing. The ring he slid onto your finger was beautiful, a delicate gold band with a proud diamond in the middle surrounded by dark garnets, delicate but elegant.

“Marry me?” Yuuta asked, his eyes sparkling in the dark candlelight as if there were stars dipped in the surface. You smiled widely, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Yes! Of course I will”. This felt right. Normal. Everything aligned the way it should be. Maybe obsession could be normal.

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nattiebugs · 10 days ago

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the wrong kind of right

chapter two

you don’t sleep that night.

not really. not in any way that counts.

you do that thing where you close your eyes, but your brain keeps playing reruns of every moment you didn’t quite understand. topper’s tight lipped smile. the way jj said “princess” like it was a nickname and a warning. the sharp heat of the shower and the soft crumble of a still warm cookie between your fingers at 2am.

the morning light seeps in slowly, pale gold against your white curtains. you’re already awake, lying flat on your back in bed, staring at the ceiling with the kind of expression people save for existential crises or dentist chairs. your phone buzzes somewhere in the sheets - probably topper. probably something performative and neat, like good morning. last night was fun.

no it wasn’t.

you don’t answer.

instead, you get up, pad barefoot into the kitchen, and glance at the plate of cookies you left on the counter. the parchment is crinkled. a few are missing - the ones you sampled when they were still too hot and fell apart in your hands.

you chew the inside of your cheek, then grab a paper towel, fold it neatly into a square, and wrap the stack of cookies like you’re sending a care package to someone in the war.

like you aren’t the one under siege.

it’s still early when you leave.

you throw on an oversized tee, soft jean shorts, and sandals. no makeup. hair damp from a half-hearted rinse. the sun’s barely up, and your car coughs a complaint when you turn the key. it’s a miracle it starts at all.

you mutter a prayer under your breath and drive toward the cut of land near the marsh. toward the chateau.

you don’t tell anyone you’re going.

not sarah, even though she’d probably laugh. not topper. and not jj, because, well. you don’t even have his number.

𝜗ৎ

the chateau is smaller than you pictured it.

it’s got that lived in look: paint peeling, surfboards propped against the porch, a hammock strung between two half dead trees. it smells like brine and beer and summer.

you don’t park close. instead, you stop just far enough down the gravel road to feel like you could still leave without being noticed. cowardly, maybe. but you call it strategic.

you climb out of the car, cookies in hand, and walk up the short path. your sandals kick up dust. every step is louder than it needs to be. you feel like an intruder.

you don’t even make it up the porch steps.

“need help again, princess?”

his voice cuts through the morning air, low and scratchy with sleep. you pretend it doesn’t leave a swirly feeling in your stomach.

you turn fast and find him leaning against the doorframe, one hand braced above his head. he’s in a pair of black athletic shorts and not much else. just a shark tooth necklace and the smirk he probably wears to bed.

“not lost,” you say, trying not to shrink beneath his gaze. “just… here.”

he raises a brow. “huh.”

you hold out the bundle between you. your hands are kind of shaky. “i brought cookies.”

he blinks at that. like it genuinely catches him off guard.

you rush to explain. “as a thank you. for helping. you didn’t have to, and i just… figured food was better than money.”

he moves over to you and takes the cookies from your hands, studying the neat fold of the paper towel like it holds secrets. then, with an unreadable look, he steps aside and jerks his chin toward the inside of the house.

“you wanna come in or just hover there like a lost dog?”

you hesitate for a heartbeat too long.

then you step over the threshold.

the inside is exactly what you expected.

a little messy - posters peeling off walls, mismatched furniture, an overflowing ashtray on the coffee table. the kitchen smells like something vaguely burnt and the sea.

he leads you in without fanfare, drops the cookies on the counter, and opens the fridge to grab a beer.

“wan’ one?”

“i’m good,” you say, though you’re not sure why.

he tabs open the top, leans against the counter, and eyes you over the can. “you really made cookies just to drop them off?”

“yes.”

“kinda weird.”

“a little, yeah.”

a beat.

“…they smell good though,” he adds.

you smile, small. “they’re my mom’s recipe. she always said underbake them, then hit the tops with sea salt.”

he takes a bite of one. pauses. “she’s right.”

you blink. “really?”

“don’t get cocky, princess.”

you roll your eyes. “you know my name, right?”

“sure. but princess fits.”

you huff a laugh despite yourself and look around the kitchen. there’s a polaroid on the fridge of sarah and pope on the beach. a grocery list written in marker on the side of the microwave.

“how long have you lived here?”

“few months. john b and sarah let me crash.”

“sarah said you liked it better here.”

he shrugs. “no rules. no bullshit.”

you nod slowly. “i get that.”

he looks at you then. really looks.

your hair still a little wet, the shirt you clearly threw on in the dark, the nervous way your hands twist in your lap.

“you looked uncomfortable,” he says, eyeing you. “last night. dress. heels. all of it.”

you lean against the kitchen counter, shrugging. “wasn’t exactly the most uncomfortable night.”

he nods, slow. “bad company?”

“horrible company.” you correct, letting out a soft laugh.

jj let’s out a snort and takes a sip of his beer, nodding like he gets it.

but then again - maybe he does.

after twenty minutes, you make some excuse about errands and being late, even though you have nowhere to be. he doesn’t call you on it. just walks you back to your car, lazy and barefoot, cookie in one hand.

you unlock the door, and just before climbing in, you glance over at him.

“thanks again. for last night. and this.”

he nods.

then, quieter:

“anytime, princess.”

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you arrived at home an hour later with new groceries and hair finally fully dried. but still in the same clothes you picked out at random this morning. your skin smells faintly like vanilla and sugar and something else you can’t name. something boyish and lazy and warm.

you pull open the trunk and start unloading - a few bags of things you probably didn’t need but bought anyway: honeycrisp apples, more cookie ingredients, a new mascara you’ll forget about in a drawer. the kitchen door creaks as you push it open with your hip, balancing the bags on your arms.

the silence feels heavier now. not empty, just… filled with something you can’t sort through yet.

you put the milk in the fridge. wipe a condensation ring off the counter. place the eggs gently into the tray like you’re cradling something fragile. you are. just not eggs.

your phone buzzes, face down near the sink. you don’t rush to look at it. not until you’re halfway through bag two, twisting the cap off orange juice and glancing at the notification.

top: i’m fixing to pull in.

you sigh, then flick the message away.

when his car pulls into the driveway, you leave the door open so he can come in without knocking. he doesn’t call out your name. doesn’t smile when he walks into the kitchen. just sets his keys down on the counter and reaches for a bag without saying much.

“thanks,” you offer quietly.

he shrugs.

you watch him unpack a box of granola bars like they personally offended him. his mouth is tight. his movements a little too sharp.

“you okay?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

“fine,” he mutters. “just tired.”

“you sure? you’re kind of… slamming the canned goods like they owe you money.”

he lets out a breath - not a laugh, not really. more like a leak in the hull. something breaking slowly.

“i just…” he trails off, then looks up. “i came by earlier… saw your car wasn’t here. where were you?”

you pause with a loaf of bread still in your hands. “ran errands. groceries.”

“before that.”

you hesitate.

“i dropped something off for someone,” you say, which is technically the truth.

“who?”

you turn to the fridge, open it slowly. the cold air hits your face like an excuse. “just someone who helped me when the car broke down.”

topper’s jaw clenches. “you mean that guy who helped you?”

you stay quiet. which is an answer.

“jesus,” he mutters. “you didn’t even tell me?”

“it wasn’t a big deal.”

“wasn’t a big-?” he cuts himself off, dragging a hand through his hair. “i’m your boyfriend, and some guy pulls over while you’re stranded on the side of the highway, and you don’t even think to mention it?”

“i was fine and i did. at dinner.”

“that’s not the point.”

you face him now, the fridge still open behind you, light spilling onto your back. “so what is the point, topper?”

“the point is that i had to hear who it was from someone else. rafe mentioned it like it was nothing, and suddenly i’m the last one to know.”

you blink, realizing something. “wait… rafe told you?”

“yeah,” he snaps. “i find out that fucking jj maybank pulled over to help my girlfriend with car trouble when rafe passes by. you could’ve at least waved him down!”

you flinch at the name, not because of what it is, but how he says it. like it’s dirty. like jj is a threat. like jj did something wrong.

topper’s voice sharpens. “i don’t get it. you don’t even know him.”

“he helped me.”

“he’s not a good guy.”

“he was good to me.”

that quiets him. not for long.

“yeah? and what does that mean, exactly?” his eyes are narrowed now, jaw tight. “you’re spending time with him?”

“i dropped off cookies,” you say, tiredly. “as a thank you.”

“jesus christ.”

“don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“make this ugly. it wasn’t.”

“yeah? well it sure as hell looks like it.”

you cross your arms, suddenly cold. “he didn’t do anything wrong. you’re just pissed because it wasn’t you.”

“i’m pissed because you’re lying to me.”

“i’m not lying.”

“by omission.”

“so now we’re playing games with definitions?”

“i’m not playing anything,” he says, grabbing his keys. “but maybe you are.”

you watch him walk toward the door, your throat dry. “where are you going?”

“i don’t know.”

he pauses with his hand on the handle, not looking at you.

“maybe i’ll go find someone who drops cookies off for me.”

then he’s gone. the door slams hard enough to rattle the glasses in the cabinet.

you stare at it for a long time.

the house goes quiet again.

you press your hands flat to the counter, grounding yourself. your head is full of white noise. but under it - steady, steady - is jj’s voice from earlier.

anytime, princess.

and you don’t know what that means.

not yet.

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leapingbadger · 27 days ago

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When You Least Expect It - Chapter 14

Summary: Cody and his family step in to help as Obi Wan becomes overwhelmed by his responsibilities.

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Obi Wan wasn’t sure how he would have gotten through the following week of school exams, visits with lawyers, doctors’ appointments, and therapists without Cody and his family. The Fett’s had rallied around him in a way that he had never felt before, not even when his father was alive.

Anakin’s stability had suddenly become Obi Wan’s main focus with weekly therapy sessions and medication to hopefully curb his rages. While he tended to his brother’s needs the rest of the family stepped in to support, no one more than Cody who after a long day at work would immediately start cooking for the rest of them. When he wasn’t available, the rest of his family took over.

Wolffe and Marina invited Padme and Ahsoka over for dinner while Obi Wan was waiting for Anakin at the therapist’s office and Cody was working late. Bly’s fiancé, Aayla put them in touch with a lawyer who was willing to take Anakin’s case pro bono. And when Obi Wan hadn’t left his office all weekend because he was stuck grading papers, the whole Fett family descended on them with a roast dinner. They had pulled chairs up from the basement, and wheeled Obi Wan’s office chair into the kitchen to crowd around the table.

When he had finally emerged from the office, all the Christmas decorations had been put up, including the moth-eaten artificial tree they had had since before his father had passed away. It was sentimental at this point, and the lights flickered occasionally for no reason. Obi Wan knew it wasn’t long for this world. No ornaments were on it yet, the box sat next to it, waiting for Obi Wan so they could all do it together.

Obi Wan sat on the counter in the kitchen, his plate of food balanced precariously on his lap as Cody leaned in front of the sink next to him. The food was amazing, as always, but the company even more so. Warmth radiated from the Fett family and Obi Wan was amazed by it.

“You’re not hungry?” Cody whispered as he looked down at Obi Wan’s still heaving plate.

Obi Wan smiled, “yes, I just…I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.” He said quietly.

Cody smiled and patted his knee. “You haven’t seen what Marina brought for dessert.” He joked.

He watched Anakin chatting happily with Rex and Fox, and Marina giving Padme pregnancy advice. Omega was sitting on Ahsoka’s lap, rolling her long box braids around her wrist like a bracelet as the older girl laughed and Hunter looked on with a smile.

Obi Wan put down his food and excused himself, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. He wasn’t remotely surprised to hear Cody follow him out, flicking the light on in the dark study as he came into the room.

Obi Wan stood in front of his father’s books, looking at them without really seeing them. He heard the click of the door as Cody closed it behind him.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

Obi Wan turned around, giving him a soft smile. “Nothing’s wrong, my love.”

Cody raised his eyebrows knowingly and crossed to him, his feet creaking on the old wood floors. He brushed Obi Wan’s hair out of his face gently his fingers tracking down the side of his face and tilting up his chin so he could place a loving and gently kiss on his lips. “I think I know you better than that, Obi Wan.”

Obi Wan turned away from him, looking again at the books on the shelves. “My father’s whole life was in this room.” He said quietly, his hand tracing the dusty leatherbound tomes as he moved across the shelves. “He worked in here, ate in here, slept in here sometimes.” He said. Cody had come up behind him, his presence, as always, was grounding, safe, and warm.

“I used to sit on the other side of the door doing my homework. Hoping he’d come out. When I was older, he’d let me work on the floor of the office, only if I was quiet, though. And then Shmi and Anakin came along, and the door was left open. Anakin was able to come and go as he pleased. He could twirl in the desk chair and swing from the bookshelves while my father laughed. Same with Ahsoka. There was nothing she couldn’t get away with in this room.

“And you?” Cody asked, quietly.

Obi Wan shrugged. “By then I was too old to want to do those things. I couldn’t wait to get as far away from this place as possible.”

“You said you idolized your father.” Cody said.

“Yes, I did.” Obi Wan conceded.

“Did you…like him?” Cody asked, hesitantly.

Obi Wan thought for a moment, cocking his head to the side as he tried to remember. “I honestly don’t know. I liked who he became. Who he was with Anakin and Ahsoka…”

“But what about you?” Cody asked, his fingers gently reaching out and stroking Obi Wan’s side.

“Hmm…I think I was the pancake.” He said with a slight smile.

Cody stepped closer to him, “the what?”

“The first pancake of the batch. It’s always a throwaway.”

Cody looked appalled. “You are not a throwaway, Obi Wan.” He said, his brow furrowed, his lips seeking him out, holding him in place as he kissed him all over his face as though trying to imbue his skin with all the love he had for him.

“He wouldn’t have said it, perhaps didn’t even think it. It was just my impression.”

“Obi Wan, why are you telling me this?”

He looked up at Cody, “I have been on this planet for thirty-three years. I have buried my father, and stepmother, raised their children, kept their home. And I have never felt the love of a family the way I feel it from yours. And I’ve only known you for three months.” He said.

Cody smiled and gently stroked his face. “You’ve always been deserving of it, Obi Wan. I’m sorry it took me so long to find you…but I’m very glad I did.”

Obi Wan smiled. “So am I, my love.”

#codywan #obi wan x cody #commander cody #codywan fanfic #codywan fic #modern au #tcw au #obi wan kenobi #idiots in love #anakin skywaker #captain rex #commander wolffe #tbb hunter #commander fox #tbb omega #echo and fives

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year ago

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Country Romps Prompt List

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Well, we were sittin' on a truck bed When it started rainin', she said, "I don't mind"

Gettin' down on one knee on her mama's porch Just prayin' she don't say, "No"

Moonlight on the back seat, Breeze through the wires, Springsteen on the speakers, Girl, I'm on fire

Got her dancin' in a white sundress

There's a rumor going 'round about me and you

You weren't really tryin', next thing you know There's a test on the counter,

'Cause a girl like her on a night like this Make a man wanna stay right where he is

Or the road's too muddy to drive

And your left hand's gettin' used to that ring

You're wearin' scrubs and a funny white hat And the doctor's sayin', "How you doin' there, dad?"

I'm racing through the desert Thinking I can catch her But losing ground in this Chevrolet

Next thing I know I had my blue jeans hangin' on a tree limb

So tell me why we even trying to deny this feeling I feel it, don't you feel it too?

You get to know your wife again And you're more in love than you've ever been

Well, it was four in the mornin' when the storm quit stormin'

We didn't have a towel, didn't have dry clothes She was smilin' and sayin', "Hold me, I'm cold"

We made a blanket out of that sundress

You swear that you're stayin' single, next thing you know You meet a girl at a bar

Cold walk in December Warming up your hands

Blanket down in the backyard

Ask me if I'm staying and I say that I'm sleeping on the floor

I wonder if she sat there stirring vodka with a straw Was she counting down the seconds, or maybe having second thoughts?

I awoke to kitchen smoke, you dancin' like God's moved in you before

Sweet hearts kiss in the dark

I can do whatever you want me to do, baby

He's just a boy in working boots It didn't work, so you cut him loose

Remember jumping in the pool when we was fully clothed in August

The wine always affects you in beautiful kind ways

Grab me by the hands Just as callused as I am Say you're proud

I didn't know if we were over, or just on the rocks

'Cause lately I've been needing someone to remind me I'm worth more than just an evening

I met somebody and he's got blue eyes, He opens the door and he don't make me cry

And you've got flames all in your eyes As they reflect the sparkler And you say we'll never die

You were nappin' on my arms on a Sunday afternoon

He's an asshole from back home

Girl, you just don't get it I'd fall right back with one slip

He'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive

Then he meets one that's hurting too While he's kissing her, he's missing you

We buried him out in the wind 'neath the West Coast stars

Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like

Well, look in my eyes, I don't wan' to hide I've been waiting for you all damn night

Mama, I'm callin', I've got some news, Don't ya tell daddy, he'll blow a fuse

And oh, they said he hit that guardrail at half past three

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heartofaskywalkerprincessleia · 9 months ago

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Yoda Knows Luke's Anxiety

(Contains spoilers for Episodes 4-6)

When Yoda and Luke first meet, Yoda tests him to show Luke's impatience. But, Yoda also reveals that he was watching Luke for his whole life, meaning he already knew that Luke was impatient. So, why did he test him? Because Luke's impatience is coming from his anxiety. Yoda wants him to know the dangers of letting his fear control his actions.

From Yoda's perspective, Luke just nearly got killed by the Wampa, then almost got killed trying to flee the base on Hoth, and then crash-landed his ship on Degobah. He had a rough few days, to say the least, but Luke still isn't thinking about the danger to himself. He's driven by anxious thoughts to find the Jedi Master and start training.

Yoda takes Luke to his home, and tries to get him to slow down and be present for just one moment. It's pouring rain outside, and yet Luke is still impatient to leave and go find the Jedi Master.

Yoda knows that Luke is in an incredibly dangerous state, where his anxiety drives him to act without thinking of the danger he could be putting himself in. And, he knows that Vader will try to exploit that aspect, which Vader ultimately does by threatening Han and Leia.

Luke's immediate response to his anxious feelings ultimately does cause him to go and face Vader too soon. Much like his failure inside the tree, he reacts quickly without considering the danger.

Luke confidently states: "I'm not afraid!" to Yoda. And Yoda's response is simply: "You will be."

It makes Luke's return to Yoda in ROTJ more meaningful. When Luke confronts Yoda about his father, he becomes defensive at Yoda's response. Yoda quickly makes it clear that he cares about Luke, and that he didn't want him to carry that burden.

Luke had been so focused on the physical aspects of the training, that he hadn't realized that Yoda was trying to help him control his anxious thoughts, not to be a better fighter, but to protect him from his father's manipulation.

Yoda doesn't have to tell Luke about his sister. In fact, since Luke has started to become drawn to the dark side by his father, it would be safer if he didn't know.

But Yoda chooses to tell him, because he knows that Luke needs her. Not for training or anything like that. But because Leia was the only person who could confront Luke's anxiety.

Luke wouldn't calm down and stay with Yoda in his house. But, Luke chose to stay with Leia aboard the Rebel ship and let Lando and Chewbacca go in search of Han Solo.

Usually, Luke's anxiety would cause him to go straight after Han Solo, one hand or not. But, he doesn't. He stays with Leia.

It makes you wonder: when Obi-Wan said "That boy is our last hope" and Yoda countered with "No; there is another", was he referring to Leia being able to defeat Vader?

Or, was he referring to Leia being able to confront Luke's anxiety?

#star wars #luke skywalker #princess leia #master yoda #fan theory #spoiler alert #return of the jedi #empire strikes back #anxitey #mental health #a new hope #darth vader #anakin skywalker

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havocdream · 7 months ago

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Unheard and Unseen - Eleven

Summary: Two months after their departure from Coruscant as bodyguards, Clone Force 99 is tasked with an urgent rescue mission. Vintra meets alone with a Separatist Senator.

Word count: 8.3k

Notes at the end of chapter

Chapter ten -> A world alive

Masterlist

A tyrant's victory

Two months later

The lush planet of Taerra wasn’t only home to one of the most amazing ecosystems in the historical records of the Republic, it was also the main supplier of life to the most important star in the galaxy: Coruscant, the galactic capital. A world whose surface was ruled by an impressive urban and technological development that had ended the growth of any natural habitat, and that for a time meant an extreme survival crisis for its citizens.

It was the price that the most powerful of the planets had to pay, because thanks to it, no other system in the galaxy would reach the economic or cultural capital to dare to challenge in authority the Great World of Coruscant. It was an unrepeatable case for history, for it wasn’t easy for an entire world to sacrifice all its natural resources in the name of industrialization; and, even if they did, nothing assured them to get the capital of Coruscant to be able to invest billions of credits in the manipulation of technologies and methods to produce the gases, chemicals and elements necessary to sustain the life of millions of living beings.

That was why Taerra, with its tall, sturdy and healthy trees, was one of the vital planets for Coruscant. The oxygen emissions provided by its forests were enough to feed hundreds of worlds in the galaxy, it was a paradise of life that served as a lifeline for species on countless occasions, but had never developed intelligent life. Coruscant was the sole owner of this forested star, though bounded by ancient and severe laws that restrained it from encroaching or extracting more than necessary from the planet, so that its resources would always be sufficient. It could be said that without Taerra, millions of years of history and billions of species on Coruscant would perish for lack of pure oxygen.

So, when the army's intelligence network relayed a distressing report that the Taerra barrier, which blocked any outsiders from entering the planet, had been compromised by droid armies, and that a team of Separatist warlords laid siege to the Republic's main oxygen extraction point, it came as no surprise to Clone Force 99 to be immediately dispatched to the planet to counter the threat. And since there were no specifics about the type of neutralization to be employed, the unit's sergeant understood that he was allowed to act at discretion.

The expedition was estimated to take about fifteen days, as the enemy had set up an impenetrable defense from every angle according to the maps drawn by allied scouting forces. At the Operations Center, the outcome of the mission had hundreds of agents, generals and officers so on edge that many didn’t know if they’d survive the restlessness for so long. Nor was success assured, and there was a chance that the most important planet for the Republic would be deprived of oxygen.

However, on the third day of the expedition they received a transmission from the leader of the defective clone squadron, with news that stunned all personnel.

“We’ve regained control of the planet. The enemy's posts have been destabilized or destroyed, we took care of eliminating all their troops, and the five overlords were captured and prepared on a reinforced transport bound for Coruscant for prosecution.... However, all five of them were hiding an electro capsule in their mouths, which they activated shortly after being apprehended. They’re all dead.”

On the other side of the hologram transmission, Jedi Generals Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kit Fisto and Plo Koon were monitoring the unfolding of the mission from their current posts on different fronts of the war, alert to the need for their services in case it went wrong and the clones needed reinforcements. Though it would be the first time such a thing had happened.

“Splendid work, Sergeant, as usual from your squad,” the Nautolan complimented, a welcome expression gracing his face despite the grim news, able to take it as a tragedy, but also as a relief that the most sinister danger to the Republic was put behind. “Emergency teams have already been dispatched to Taerra to reinforce its deflector barrier,” confirmed the tall master, in charge of Taerra's protection committee for that situation.

“Very well, I’ll brief the Senate on the results of this operation. Although this crisis is likely to spark intense discussion; Senator Burtoni will finally have the perfect argument for approval of the production of her additional five million clones,” General Plo Koon mused as he brought one of his hands to his jaw. His posture evidenced concern. “It is a shame that the criminals took their own lives, we had so many doubts about the nature of this attack...its mysterious purpose will now remain in the shadows, along with the many unusual tactics that have been raised of late in sporadic locations throughout the galaxy,” he added as a warning to those present. Hunter agreed with him, their last few missions had been strange, trails of suicide teams at key points for the Republic as desperate measures to bring it down once and for all, but each with the noisy question mark of how they’d managed to break through both the ranks and barriers of an impenetrable military formation of the Grand Army of the Republic.

The wise jedi master was right, and something murky was stirring among the threads of those machinations. Hunter could see how they left a sickening trail, but it disappeared behind curtains of dense fog that hid them from his smell and touch.

“We’ll have to leave these disputes in the hands of the galactic senators, from here the only thing we can do is to continue protecting the citizens from the droid forces,” suggested General Kenobi, whose gaze was abstracted from the present. Perhaps the situation at his post was crucial and had him worried.

“Certainly,” General Fisto replied, and turned to look at the clone present. “The Republic remains in immense gratitude to your squadron, sergeant, are you sure you're still not interested in the numerous decorations we wish to recognize your efforts with?” the distinguished Nautolan offered Hunter, intrigued as to what answer he was going to give him that time, as if it was going to be any different. Hunter shrugged.

“It's not the reason we do our job, general,” he assured him, firm and confident of his and his brothers' resolve. General Fisto observed the clone with gentleness and pride, so he didn’t press his proposal any further.

Both General Fisto and General Koon bid farewell to the rest and returned to their respective battlefields. But General Kenobi didn’t dispatch Hunter, but stayed a while longer beside him in the transmission, pensive or waiting for the two of them to be alone.

“Is there a problem, general?” he prompted the general to speak, and the jedi master's brown eyes shadowed as they rested on the clone's. Even through a hologram, Hunter could make out the general's awkward posture.

“Yes, I'm afraid so, sergeant,” Obi-Wan straightened and shed any wavering composure he let on. It was now only evident in his gaze. “Assemble your squad and contact me through the confidential channel,” was the last thing he said to him before disappearing and leaving him alone in the middle of a dense and silent ancestral forest.

Hunter walked in the direction of the Havoc Marauder, a couple of steps behind him, in an area wide enough to land and hide the ship. Around it, Wrecker was piling up the remains of droids and amusing himself with them by smashing them into misshapen balls of metal with his fists. Crosshair was just walking inside, probably in search of rest, and Tech was checking the wires under the cockpit, to make sure they didn't have any mechanical problems on their way to the next destination.

“General Kenobi wants a confidential meeting,” Hunter informed Tech once he stopped beside him. Wrecker caught up to his words and responded with an excited chuckle.

“Maybe they're finally sending us to capture some Separatist Admiral,” the big guy celebrated after clenching his huge fists and crunching the bones in his fingers. Hunter ignored him, he had just seen Tech's jaw tense with concern.

“You know something, don't you?” Hunter could now worry, it wasn't usual for Tech to know something and not share it with him. The one with goggles looked over his shoulder at him as he finished adjusting one of the power generators.

“The information I have is inconclusive, better listen to the general directly,” he suggested, uneasy even with the few pieces he possessed from the military intelligence network. Hunter frowned, what was going on? “We'd better not keep him waiting,” Tech told the older of the lot, as he closed the hatch and hurried inside.

When Hunter and Wrecker entered the ship, Tech was already in front of the communications panel, ready to link up with the general's confidential channel. Crosshair arrived just as Obi-Wan's image was finishing adjusting on the hologram. He greeted them and congratulated them on their exploits on Taerra.

“I regret having to come to you with immediacy after this latest mission, gentlemen, but I'm afraid this is a matter of high intergalactic risk,” the clones turned to look at each other, as if looking to each other for just enough encouragement to be ready when they heard the news, ”Senator Selana is missing.”

A hologram was displayed on a control table in one of the army's secret stations, where Clone Force 99 awaited directions to proceed on that critical mission. The virtual figures of Generals Obi-Wan Kenobi and Mace Windu, along with Jedi Grandmaster Yoda and another team of admirals and commanders, glowed in the middle of the property as they discussed the recent events that had put Ederon's Intelligence Network and that of the Grand Army of the Republic on high alert.

“Those of us present here are the only ones to know about this situation, and we intend to keep it that way,” General Windu spoke to those assembled, his gaze cold and concerned, whatever it was he knew must be a serious matter. “Senator Selana has made many enemies in the last few months since the introduction of her ceasefire bill in Druad, we don’t know what this information might provoke among her most dangerous opponents or among the public,” he explained to the clones in charge of the operation. He looked at one of the clone intelligence commanders and with a nod instructed him to give the report.

“Our reasons for assuming the Ederon Senator's life’s in danger is because of a transmission we intercepted from Separatist channels in the Bryx Sector,” the clone commander unfolded the transmission file to the center of the navigation table, an encrypted audio from the enemy.

The sound of labored breathing greeted the assembled officers, accompanied by indecipherable mumblings drowned out behind some facial device, such as a helmet or mask. “...Evadelar in ten hours—” more thumping sounds with clipped or muffled phrases, “...intercept and capture her...” more indecipherable noise, “...Vintra Selana dead or alive—” Hunter frowned as he listened to the recording, his mind assaulted with endless doubts.

“The senator receives threats on a daily basis,” the clone mentioned to those gathered, as he recalled that part of his job when he was her bodyguard was to monitor the type of unknown correspondence and calls she received. The threats were constant, but almost none posed any real danger after investigating them. The clone in charge of filing the report looked at him with disdain.

“Naturally, but that's not why we take them lightly,” the agent replied, and displayed on the hologram a report evidencing authorization to monitor the Evadelar area and vicinity, as well as to contact the senator about possible travel outside of Coruscant. “When we got no response from the senator's guard captain, a team went to make sure everything was in order at her apartment. But they found no one, neither her guard nor her... and neither was her ship,” the clone showed two more images in the center of the hologram, one displayed the senator as she boarded her ship followed by her guard, fifteen hours ago. The other was the report of the last twenty hours of departures from Coruscant from the Office of Space Regulation, which didn’t show Vintra Selana's ship. Hunter spotted the unusual trail instantly. “Then we got the report from our team on Evadelar...” and the next image caused the blood of Jedi masters, admirals and commanders, and elite clones, to turn to corpse breath.

Hunter stared at the fragments that made up the image without understanding how that had been possible. Who had allowed it? Why hadn't they foreseen it? And a thought that had been haunting him for two months finally burst into shades of red and orange that blurred his vision and quickened his pulse. If he hadn’t left her alone, this wouldn’t have happened.

The image showed the wreckage of a ship that had suffered a terrible explosion. Weightless limbs were scattered everywhere, not knowing if any of them belonged to Senator Selana of Ederon.

“We’ve been trying to contact Ederon's Chief of Intelligence, Mavan Stent, to get information about the Senator, but he’s been in a meeting with the Chancellor since last night in the war room along with some Admirals and Vice Admirals,” Hunter raised his gaze to the clone, curious about that information. He remembered perfectly well the person behind Senator Selana's attacks two months ago: Vice Admiral Stass. “And we still don't want to alert the rest of the authorities, the least we need is a leak of information at this point,” the clone explained and turned to Grandmaster Yoda, awaiting his opinion and judgment of the situation.

The highly respected Jedi pondered for a few seconds, with severe regret and anguish in his eyes over what he had just heard. All eyes were on the oldest and wisest in the room, intent on what the little greenish-skinned, long-eared being had to say.

“Deceptive, the sight can be. Learn this, early, a Jedi must,” he began, with tender eyes and compassionate tone, as if to remind the hearts of the rest that their haste was only an instinct to rush to action, but that it lacked the calm of planning. “To give her up for dead, we cannot; investigate, we must,” Master Yoda turned to the clones of Clone Force 99. “Placed in you our hope is.”

As Hunter bowed his head to assure the Grandmaster that they could count on them with finding the senator, General Kenobi's commander approached the jedi in stealth to inform him of the recent events reported on Coruscant. The Obi-Wan's face was covered by a shadow of confusion and horror.

“At the moment, gentlemen, the information we have on Senator Selana is that she boarded her ship about fifteen hours ago, but there’s no record of her leaving Coruscant,” General Windu began, as he helped the rest of them understand the order of events. The clone in charge of the report nodded and displayed all the images in the center so everyone could see the evidence.

“We still have no confirmation that this is the senator's ship, or that she was aboard this one. Also, no one on her team or in the Ederon network knew she was leaving Coruscant, we only have yet to consult with the Chief of Intelligence, but we don't know how much longer his meeting with the Chancellor will take...” the clone was interrupted by General Kenobi, who asked for the floor to share important news.

“Gentlemen, I’m informed by my commander that the Senate Building has been overrun by bounty hunters holding a group of senators hostage, and the Republic Executive Building has suffered a power failure, the Chancellor and all other personnel inside are locked in and without communications with the outside,” the jedi master announced with distress, and planted a question mark in the minds of the rest that made the whole situation an even more sinister case. What was behind all these attacks on senators?

“Is it not possible to invade the buildings?” asked General Windu to his colleague, Kenobi shook his head.

“We don't know what the situation is inside these, we need information from there to make sure an invasion won't provoke a more lethal attack,” the brown-bearded jedi explained. General Windu let out an irritated sigh.

“I'll go to Coruscant to take care of that, you gentlemen,” he turned to the Clone Force 99 clones, “focus on Senator Selana.”

The rocky planets were not short of fame in the repertoire of the known galaxy. On the contrary, they were quite coveted by big businessmen, for they were worlds rich in useful materials with which they could make more wealth. Metals, salts, jewels... a planet full of mountains and rocks was a gold mine, available only to those with the capital to set up machinery or send miners to get them.

That wasn’t the case with planet Rodova, whose soil, despite appearing firm and dense, had deceived explorers and miners on several occasions. Their textures were fragile, they broke and turned to mush anyone who dared to enter the hills and volcanoes in search of something valuable. The landslides, which buried hundreds of workers in their time, could never be controlled, and after finding nothing in the interior of the planet's mountains, interest waned until it was no longer an attractive place for trade.

Over the decades, it gained a reputation as a planet in constant collapse. It had fallen, along with the neighboring stars, into a forgotten zone unvisited by the rest of the galaxy. No one noticed it when looking at a map, and in many it was no longer even known by name, but as the pile of uninhabited planets in the Jalor Sector. Irrelevant to billions, but essential to Arvin Haradan, a senator in the Separatist Parliament, who drew on his experience as a native of a world with hostile terrain to understand the personality of the lands of Rodova, and to operate clandestinely in them.

Perhaps it was a terrible idea to follow Senator Haradan into a place so familiar to him, it was like following the bear straight into his cave. It could become his meal at any second.

But Vintra Selana had no intention of becoming anyone's prey. She walked behind Arvin Haradan with her chin high and footfall firm, as if daring the stone walls around her to bury her, to show that the threat of the place didn’t terrify her.

But it wasn't anything like that. In fact, she trusted the corridors through which the enemy senator led her, for, even if they were political opposites, there was more in the lives of both that bound them together as two individuals interested in the welfare of the galaxy's populace and the people they represented. A bond that the war had distanced, but not broken.

Or so they were both about to put to the test, as soon as they reached a room deep in the mountains, which for so many years had been dug to create caves and passageways through which to transport and hide goods. Vintra had been unable to see such exploits, for it was until she heard a door close behind her that the blindfold was finally removed from her eyes, and the muscular, square face of her old friend at last was drawn before her in a dim yellow light, in which his green eyes glowed almost brown.

The first thing Vintra noticed as she turned her mesmerizing purple gaze upon him was the absence of something. She didn't quite know what, but something about the man she remembered was gone. Whether that was good or bad for her, she couldn't know.

“You have big balls to come here without your guard, Vintra,” a deep voice echoed in the stone-walled room, and Senator Haradan lay a few feet away from her, leaning on the edge of a stone table under the only light bulb in the place. He wore an elegant black full-dress uniform, adorned with a silver belt. He was wrapped in a long coat of thick, matte fabric, also black, with silver engravings on the edge of the opening and the lower sleeves.

The Ederon Senator's relaxed shoulders shook slightly, a sign that something had annoyed her.

“I find it offensive that you suggest that the only explanation for my spunk is because I have somehow, however metaphorically, grown balls, Arvin,” she gave him an irritated smile. “I've worked hard and long to have this courage, the credit is mine, not some biological part of you that you swear gives you superpowers,” Vintra attacked immediately, and the reaction of the only other present was exactly as she expected: rolling of eyes and wrinkling of nose, as if that complaint was the most idiotic thing he'd heard all day, as if trying to tell her it was just a figure of speech.

But Vintra wasn’t in a good mood.

“I don't want to involve them in this, so let's get it over with at once, before they notice my absence,” she explained, and pointed to the table Arvin was leaning over. He gestured with his hand to the seat next to him to invite her to take it, as he rounded the table and looked for the opposite one.

“Well, you were the one who wanted to see me before the official meeting with the two representatives of each Court present, why are you here?” the inquisitive gaze of Arvin, accentuated thanks to his thick brown eyebrows, tried to unsettle the ederian's assurance, but it didn't seem to even scratch her firm posture. With one leg crossed and her back leaning against the backrest, Vintra didn't seem worried about finding herself alone deep in a mountain with an enemy. Arvin knew her, there was something that made her feel safe despite her surroundings. If it wasn't her guard, it had to be information.

Vintra noticed in her old colleague's eyes that he had finally realized the reason for the meeting. It wasn’t nervousness or concern what was painted on his pale face, but awe. As if he admired witnessing how impressive her intelligence network was in coming up with such data.

“Twenty-four hours ago, I was summoned to the Supreme Court for a private hearing with the department assigned to investigate my proposal about Druad,” she began, as she settled further into her chair and deposited one hand in her lap, while the other danced near her chin and used it to complement the tone of her eloquent speech. “The agents had two pieces of news for me...the first was accompanied by a warning, it was about a press image in Druad about a young druadan carrying a 'whistling' rifle,” Vintra watched as Arvin arched an eyebrow and opened his mouth, but held up her hand to stop him in his interruption. “I had to clarify that I wasn't the one supplying them; after all, I was the one who vetoed the use of that rifle in the entire galaxy, I had no idea how it had gotten to the druadan... especially since my intention is the peace of the planet,” she emphasized her last sentence by raising her tone as she said it, “not to incite more violence,” Vintra narrowed her eyes before continuing, her eyes fixed on the face in front of her, who was looking at her without hesitation. “The second was about you, that you had agreed to a negotiation for a ceasefire between our armies on Druad,” she reported on the main reason for her departure from Coruscant. “It was no surprise, you were always close to me before your decision to join the Separatist Parliament, we shared visions of what the Republic should be as an institution, so I was looking forward to have the opportunity to find a peaceful solution to the war in Druad with you...” her words might have sounded hopeful, were it not for the bitter tone with which she blurted them out and the way she leaned forward, narrow-eyed, to look at Senator Haradan accusingly and angrily. “So you can imagine my outrage when my chief of intelligence discovered early this morning that the supplier of the rifles to the druadan is you—”

“Vintra,” Arvin interrupted an annoyed Senator Selana, who didn't hold back in expressing her irritation at such a rude gesture with her face.

“So I wondered! Why would someone who profits from the war in Druad be interested at all in negotiating for peace?” she enunciated the question with mock interest, for Arvin knew she already had her answer. “Unless, of course, the intention was never to negotiate, but to meet with me without risking breaking the law.”

Vintra Selana had beaten him to it, though he already knew that. When he received the unexpected message that she was outside the location where the meeting would take place in a couple of hours, intending to talk privately, he thought it was a stroke of luck. He could make his proposal to her without having to get rid of the judicial representatives, whose presence was required to monitor that this enemy meeting was not a violation of the laws of both governments. But he didn’t expect Vintra to already know the reason he had agreed to the negotiations.

“I don’t profit from the war in Druad, Vintra. I don’t receive a penny for providing them with weapons,” the Magastea representative defended himself, an irritated and offended tone in his voice. “I do this to give them a chance to defend themselves,” with hearing those words, Vintra tensed her shoulders. “I understand that your fight on Coruscant requires certain measures and conditions, but druadan die every day from deliberate attacks from both sides, and they attack them because you know they can't defend themselves!” exclaimed Arvin, his hands shook with frustration, and his saddened look reflected helplessness.

“You're making them look like terrorists!” she complained as she clenched her hands into hard, shaking fists. “I don't know how the scenario’s painted on your side, but on Coruscant I know many who’d be happy to accuse the druadan as a hostile and violent species,” Arvin slammed his fists down hard on the table, causing Vintra to recoil in surprise. She saw him deny with his head down, defeated.

“We are invaders, Vintra,” he began to mutter under his breath. “It's been years that the druadan have been invaded by us, don't you think it's time they let us know we're not welcome?” but as soon as he returned his gaze to her, an icy current that traveled down his back made him fall silent. Vintra's eyes glowed almost red, like two blinkers announcing the soon-to-be explosion of the place. It was useless, Vintra Selana wasn’t going to be part of that game.

“Tell me,” a change could be heard in her tone of voice, like caution and fragility, “how do you get past those weapons undetected?” the question took him by surprise, and when he looked at her again, that warning in her eyes had disappeared, they were now an indecipherable riddle, though she looked sad.

“I'm afraid I can't tell you,” he replied as he leaned against the back of the chair and crossed his arms. An amused “hmm” was heard, coming from Vintra. It was the response she had expected.

“It's not that I dislike the fact that the druadan can respond and defend against military oppression, Arvin, it's just that you're playing a very risky game... if the druadan open fire they’ll officially become an armed party to the war, enemies of both droids and clones,” Vintra's elbows landed on the surface of the table, her hands clasped and her chin sharpened, like a spear in Arvin's direction, oblivious to doubt and fear. “It's hard enough to convince the entire Senate to side with an oppressed populace, rest assured that it’ll be impossible to rally support for a party that reveals itself as an enemy,” she retorted angrily, but it only elicited a shrug from Arvin.

“Well, Vintra, it's not my problem that you're not good enough to handle that scenario,” he insulted her without hesitation, as he held her gaze in pure anger. Vintra was sure that Arvin had hoped to get her support with that project, and that she had disappointed him terribly. He saw that solution as something that actually helped the druadan, that saved and protected them, but for how long? If they became enemies of the Republic and the Separatists, they’d have to face both armies at the same time...

Although... wasn't that what they were already doing?

“No, it's you who’s not good enough to think and create alternate paths to peace that don't involve more violence,” she challenged dismissively, clearly disgusted with the insult. “Didn't they teach you that in the academy? War is symbolic of government failure,” she smiled, “or a tyrant’s victory.”

He looked at her with one side of his nose wrinkled, an expression Vintra knew well on him, it appeared when he felt humiliated, but he was too proud to admit it. Arvin gave in easily to anger, and his ego prevented him from acknowledging his screw-up or correcting his mistakes. But Vintra knew he had good intentions in his heart. That was where she could start.

“Why did you want to see me? Did you want to ask me something?” she asked, in a calmer tone of voice, as if to let Arvin know he could trust her. But he remained motionless in his chair, his gaze fixed on Vintra's purple one. She sighed. “Perhaps I’m open to a proposal, if yours interests me,” the ederian tempted, and watched the muscles in his chin relax little by little until said calmness reached his eye sockets, which released all pent-up misgivings and gave way to a premature, almost innocent desire. The illusion that perhaps not everything had been thrown overboard.

“Your ships,” Arvin leaned forward and took the same position as Vintra, his elbows resting on the surface of the table and his gaze wrapped in intrigue and hope. “Ederon has a license to ship solidarity goods to those affected by the war, and I'm getting more and more at stake with the illegal trade,” he didn't need to say more, and Vintra let him know it with a nod.

“My ships are registered, Arvin,” she said, about to start shaking her head, but he raised his hand to ask her to speak.

“My problem isn't hiding weapons, Vintra, it's getting my ships to make it to land on Druad,” he explained and waved his hands, as if he wanted Vintra to get things straight at once. “If I used yours, the only thing my people would have to worry about is hiding them, an art they’ve mastered to perfection,” Vintra let out a wry chuckle.

“And if they find your merchandise on my ships, how do I know I won't be the one to pay the price? Is there anything on them that they can involve you in the situation with?” she questioned with false intrigue, for she was sure the answer was no. Arvin lowered his gaze and sighed. “Uh-huh, I thought so,” she widened her incredulous smile and rose from her seat to pace back and forth in the small stone room.

As she rose, Arvin noticed for the first time the elegant wardrobe in which she had decided to attend their meeting. An ankle-length dress, of fine fabric and dull gold, fitted to her slim, accentuated figure. It covered down to her chest and below her shoulders, and a solid pattern of light bronze trim surrounded her figure to her hips, a plain chocolate skirt descended to her feet, and long loose sleeves held at the back an even thinner and longer fabric that fell to the floor, which she dragged as she walked in her golden high shoes. Her hair was tied up to her neck in a voluminous coiffure that gave her a sovereign air, when he saw her standing while he remained seated. He didn't know how to explain it, but it was as if Vintra Selana had dressed to win that negotiation.

Vintra stopped in her anxious steps and folded her arms, her back waved for a long time to the senator of Magastea, who looked at the ederian up and down again and again for some sign that would tell him how much she was meditating. He could almost see her mind tugging and untwisting the threads of the political scenario she found herself in, attentive to care what she might or might not say.

“The truth is, Arvin, I need your help with something,” she said after a long moment in silence. Arvin's eyebrows instantly rose, his pulse beginning to pound in his chest in urgency, as if insisting him to make Vintra speak at once. She turned to face him, but not before taking a deep breath, hoping that this wasn’t going to cost the end of her Senate career. “But first, I want you to sign this.”

She held out a tiny device that she’d probably hidden in her hair, as she’d been searched by Senator Haradan's security. Arvin took it and activated, it was a hologram of a peace agreement, stating the Separatist government's interest in opening channels of discussion and negotiations in search of a definitive ceasefire, and an irrevocable cessation to the appropriation of the thusten.

Arvin chuckled under his breath and shook his head. “I can't sign this... the Parliament isn’t interested in forgetting about the thusten,” he explained pleadingly, as if that would convince Vintra to forget the issue. She shrugged her shoulders and looked at him with disinterest.

“Your choices come down to accepting that deal or dismissing yourself from your position as a Separatist Senator... You see, Arvin, my information network and I have a duty to the Republic,” Vintra took two steps toward him, her tone of voice soft and drawling, her threat striking Arvin's ears with subtlety, but chilling. “It was my chief of intelligence that hit with you and the rifles, my duty is to report this to the Senate and the press,” Arvin didn't take long to follow the thread she was beginning to pull. He couldn't help but remain still and immovable, he sinned as he swallowed saliva and demonstrated his unease. “Your actions cause Druad to be considered a planet under Separatist control, the Republic could allow laws that threaten the entire planet and justify total colonization,” Vintra raised and quickened her tone further, frustrated of the scenario that was painted if she reported this to her superiors. “Which would be a terrible problem for you Confederates, and you’d be charged with high treason for supplying weapons to an enemy and hindering the extraction of the thusten, not to mention the number of druadan lives you would sacrifice wh—”

“Vintra, if I sign this I become the only Separatist to lead a ceasefire... you want me to be in the Separatist Parliament,” Arvin pressed his longest fingertips to the center of his chest, “what you are in the Galactic Senate,” and then pointed them at her, his agitated, jerky gestures emulating those of a cornered prey, claustrophobia at a prospect so threatening it was becoming increasingly cramped, no air to think straight. From one moment to the next, Arvin believed Vintra had transformed into a giant, for he could have sworn it loomed huge before him and blocked all escape from her grasp.

“I could use it, yes,” she said, her posture shifting to bear her weight on her right leg, and her hips stood out more on that side. Arvin interpreted that he wasn't going to have a say in that situation.

He tried to think it through. It wasn’t in his best interest to send Vintra down the drain, he knew she’d keep her word, especially since it didn’t suit her and her bill for the druadan to be seen as military threats.

Arvin straightened up in the seat and took in enough air, as if the gesture was a plea to the universe to inhale some correct answer that was nearby. His hands, still clasped and resting on the table, showed unease as they were unable to stop the thumbs from colliding with each other.

He was very intrigued as to why Vintra was willing to commit treason against the Republic by letting him continue his arms dealing, or why she was willing to complicate her own fight in the Senate. He doubted it was just to have an equivalent in the Separatist Parliament, for the agreement didn’t even obligate him to be as successful as she was.

He stared at the hologram for a long time, but it was no use. No matter how much he wanted to put it off, Vintra would still be there, standing with her hands on her hips, demanding his decision.

There was always the possibility of refusing and then eliminating her, but that didn't suit him either. The representative of the Supreme Court of the Republic and her guard knew she was there, Mavan Stent and the Supreme Chancellor as well. If anything happened to her, the Republic would have full authority to arrest him. And besides not wanting to take that risk, he didn't really want to hurt her either.

After all, they both intended to help the druadan.

Vintra was beginning to grow impatient with every second, she fought with all her might the urge to stamp her foot on the ground and reveal her desperation. She needed that signature, her short-term political outlook depended on it and the direct liaison with an enemy party, one she trusted and with whom she shared victory or misfortune, that way she was assured of not being betrayed.

With Arvin on her side, the ederian could convince hundreds of senators to support her bill, as many were still reluctant to vote for it because they believed it was in the Republic's self-interest, that the Separatists would never agree to withdraw from Druad or negotiate a ceasefire.

So, Senator Haradan's involvement was crucial, and she knew she had to handle the situation with caution and a lot of patience. It wasn’t easy to sign what she was asking for, just as it wasn’t easy to decide to commit high treason by hiding the rifle information from Republic authorities, or to break the law by meeting with a Separatist Senator without a bailiff present. And, worst of all, tarnishing the image of the druadan and complicating her struggle on Coruscant to defend them. Neither senator was safe, but for Vintra it was a risk worth taking.

And that was what she tried to convey with her purple gaze to her old colleague and friend. Arvin had had his eyes fixed on hers for some time now, looking for a last resort of succor to help him make the decision.

Now she knew what Arvin's gaze had lost: hope. The ridiculous wheel of the cycle of violence, the political reasons for promoting war, the countless hours of discussion in Parliament to never resolve anything and only make the galaxy more expensive. What was his office for? Was there anything worth his vote? Was the Confederation of Independent Systems just an excuse for war?

It was as if Vintra could read everything in his opaque eyes. The characteristic emerald glow that made him rise as one of the most attractive politicians was gone. He seemed now to have aged thirty years, and to have given in to the pessimism that characterized most politicians after three years in office.

What Arvin Haradan found in Vintra, however, was a last star in a dull firmament, clinging to its dim glow amid utter darkness. She’d been in the Senate and on Coruscant for months with her relentless fight, she had received attack after attack, criticism after criticism; but she kept going, somehow managed to turn the tide in every tribulation that came her way and returned to the next Senate plenary with more votes in her favor.

Perhaps Vintra Selana owned one of the last glimmers of the fading glory of a solid, united democracy, fractured now by wars, divisions, and corruptions of what high government office meant. If no one was going to help Druad by hook or by crook, at least there was Vintra.

“You know...” began Arvin after several seconds in which neither took their eyes off the other, unsure if anyone's next move would be a kill shot or an outstretched hand, “the one thing that stopped me for a long time from joining Count Dooku...” Vintra watched her old friend move closer to the hologram and set it up to be edited in the specific area of the signature, which she looked at with glowing, excited eyes, “was your Ederon Network,” he said with a chuckle, as she signed what had become the most important piece to Vintra in that instant with some trepidation.

Arvin wasn't sure he had what it took to be Vintra Selana's equivalent in the Separatist Parliament, nor did he know what kind of danger he was in; but this was the only opportunity he’d been presented with to do something for Druad outside of his own means. Vintra had an outrageous network in terms of information, with high profile contacts, a wealthy planet and, above all, public approval. Having her as his ally and negotiating partner, despite her demands, had its benefits, ones he didn’t want to lose when he spent months with uncertainty about leaving the Republic and joining the Separatists.

As Arvin's hand traced over the image the curves and lines of his name, Vintra's heart rate began to accelerate in excitement and delight. She was unable to keep her eyes neutral and impassive, they grew wider and wider, and her desperation to finish it all and scream victory grew in her chest and spread throughout her body, as if her blood was the conductor of the feeling.

She felt that a terrible burden had been lifted from her shoulders, as if after long months she was finally allowed to take a deep breath that would completely fill her lungs. Returning to Coruscant no longer seemed such a terrifying idea, and she had gained a powerful letter to present to the Senate at its next assembly.

And Vintra knew she needed it. She wouldn’t have ventured to the far reaches of the galaxy at the mercy of her enemies, or dared to commit treason and break the law, were it not for the fact that she was in quite a predicament.

The agreement Arvin was signing not only got her a voice on the enemy side, but forced him to sign the official negotiations pact that both Courts would present in a couple of hours, at the official meeting for which he had supposedly agreed to participate. When Vintra learned that Arvin had only agreed to this one to ask her to join his “project”, and not to actually discuss ways of peace, she acted quickly to see how the situation would turn in her favor and to get confirmation that the enemy was willing to negotiate for Druad.

And though she had been quite nervous the whole time since leaving Coruscant, unsure of how it would all turn out as this was the riskiest move she’d ever made, she nodded to herself for comfort that she had succeeded. She already got the first thing she needed from Arvin.

Now she could ask for the most important, and the most dangerous.

A slight shaking in the room, which seemed to have whipped the entire mountain, caused Arvin's hand to become unsteady and ruined his almost-to-be-finished signature. Vintra had to reach over to the wall to brace herself so she wouldn't lose her balance, and she looked in frustration at Arvin and his mangled signature.

“Don't worry, it happens all the time,” he assured her in a nonchalant tone, and shook his hand a little, as if downplaying the situation. He pressed the button on the device to rewrite his signature.

But a second later, the only light in the room suddenly vanished. The cool blue tones of the hologram image were the only thing that gave them both a point of reference, as the darkness around them gave the feeling of an endless passage into the unknown.

“Oh... this is weird...” commented Arvin with a nervous tone. Vintra felt the quickness of her pulse abandon the warm, victorious feeling for a murky, heavy one. A chill suddenly began to creep over her, unable to identify whether it was from fear or some current that had crept into the room.

It was then that the shuddering creak of the door being thrown against its opposite wall elicited a scream of horror from Vintra, who perceived in the air how the room filled with an unknown gas and shadows approached Arvin and pushed him against the wall and the floor, while the hologram was annihilated by a gunshot, whose screeching sound merged with the screams of pain of her colleague.

“What the fuck is this, Vintra?! You lying traitor!”

“Shut up, you separatist piece of shit!” shouted a voice with urgency and authority, Vintra tried, with trembling arms, to reach under her dress and her ankle the handle of a blaster that was tied and hidden there, forgetting it had been confiscated before by Arvin’s guards. The black darkness that surrounded her, mixed with the slight thickness of the gas that crashed hot against her skin, made her feel sick and disoriented. She hurriedly crawled in the blackness of the place in search of an escape or something to help her defend herself, but was prevented from it when she felt how a hand approached her and tried to grab her arm and lift her up. “For the serious crime of the forcible abduction of a Galactic Senator, you are hereby arrested without pardon in the name of the Republic,” that frightening voice repeated, above Senator Haradan's curses and wails towards Vintra. The ederian was struggling with all her strength and tears to shake off the grip of someone dragging her away from Arvin and the best chance she’d ever had for peace in Druad. She listened in her head to the racing pounding of her heart, so loud that she was barely aware of the person holding her repeating over and over “Senator Selana” in the hope that she’d react and be able to be examined.

Arvin's voice faded from her hearing range, and it seemed as if someone was pushing or pulling her across a path, as her legs moved backwards without finding a wall to stop her. Vintra knew she was moving away from Arvin; someone was taking her.

She wanted to hit him, to break free of his grip and run somewhere safe, but the other person's strength was greater than hers. Vintra's panic became evident as her breathing became so rapid that she could barely catch her breath properly. Her tears were running rampant in her eyes, and she could have sworn her heart was going to explode. Someone had discovered them, and they were there to kill them both. The darkness around her made everything even more terrifying, she wouldn't even see her killer's face, and no one was going to find her in the most secluded place in the galaxy. At any moment hands would land on her neck and end it all, and if it weren't for her own gasps of terror, she could have sworn that everything was already over, in that place where not even a ray of light, of hope, could reach her.

“...panic...she...ech!” she heard a voice in the distance, drowned out by her own shock. She wondered where Arvin was. Would he be dead by now? Where was she? Thousands of feet away from him?

Lights suddenly flashed on in what appeared to be an enclosed corridor with no beginning or end in sight. The impact of the brightness startled Vintra even more, who reacted defensively from hands trying to touch her arms.

“Senator! Senator!” heard Vintra better ahead, and a figure in black began to make sense in front of her eyes as they adjusted to the light of the place. Her strength began to fail her from exhaustion, and she was unable to pull away from the gloved palms that clung to her cheeks and held her face tightly. “No, I sense no wounds,” Vintra closed her eyes, certain that was what she needed to finally regain her senses. “Senator, it's me.”

Vintra thought she was going to need to open her eyes to recognize the person in front of her, but once her ears heard the voice speaking to her perfectly, she didn't have to waste much time figuring out who it was.

And although the last few seconds had been an absolute nightmare of horror for her, and the hands on her face did their best to reassure her, none compared to the intensity of what Vintra's eyes reflected as she finally opened them and met the attentive, tattooed face of Clone Force 99 sergeant, who gradually reduced the depth of his breaths as he paid more attention to how bloodshot and angry the ederian's eyes were glaring at him.

Chapter twelve -> Jawa-brained animal

hello!! I'm back! :)

I'm actually surprised on how fast these two months passed, or I don't know if it was only me since I've been really busy. But I have a lot more time now that I finished my commitments. I hope that you're still interested in reading further, there's so much to come yet and I can't wait to bring to life everything I have planned.

This is oficially part 2, which will be longer (around 10-15 more chapters, I think), with so much drama and, of course, more tension between Hunter and Vintra. I must remind this is a slow-burn, one that takes very seriously the word "slow". We're still in very low heat concerning romance. But concerning drama, we're adding more fuel! I'm very excited with this part and the next!! Hope you like it!! :)

So… welcome back! I've missed Vintra so much and this story, so I'm glad to be back.

thank you for reading, thank you so much for also waiting this long. See you very soon! Let's see what Vintra does to Hunter next ;p

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"Mamaaaa/Dadaaaa..." Inosuke whined.

He was in his Littlespace again, something that happens to him involuntary at times.

His whines immediately caught his Caregiver, Y/N’s, attention. They knew this whine all too well and they immediately could tell what he wanted.

"Sweetie? You're hungry aren't you?" Y/N asked the feral boy.

Inosuke looked up at Y/N while nodding his head and whining.

"Mama/Dada! Me hungy! I no like when tummy make noise!" He said in his usual childlike manner.

His speech was slightly better right now compared to how he is when he's regressed back to age 1. As of right now, his little age was 3. Y/N smiled a bit, his little whine was so pitiful and precious.

"C'mere, Little Sweetheart..." Y/N opened up their arms for him to crawl into.

Inosuke quickly and eagerly snuggled up to them and rested his head on their chest while cooing.

"Me hungy Mama/Dada!" The precious regressor whined.

Y/N proceeded to pick him up and kiss his forehead.

"What are you in the mood for?" They asked.

Inosuke pouted, putting his arms up to be cradled in Y/N's arms like a child "I-I dunno! Mama/, just hungry! I no know what want!" He whined.

Y/N smiled softly.

"Alright, alright...how does a pizza night sound?" They suggested.

Inosukes eyes practically lit up like a christmas tree when Y/N mentioned pizza.

"Pizza?! GIMME GIMME GIMME!" He excitedly kicked his legs up and down in their arms like an excited toddler.

His little smile was so precious.

"Haha! Okay, okay. We should get started. Do you wanna help mama/dada?" Y/N asked, carrying Inosuke to the kitchen in their arms.

Inosuke nodded his head enthusiastically.

"I wan help mama/dada!" He says, wrapping his arms tightly around Y/N while snuggling into their chest, like a very clingy child.

Y/N couldn't help but let out a couple laughs at how excited and cute Inosuke was. After the two had made their way into the kitchen, Y/N sat Inosuke down next to them on the counter, already getting out the basic ingredients like the dough, sauce, and cheese.

"What toppings do you think might be tasty?" Y/N asked him.

"Hmmm..." Inosuke thought about it for a moment before pointing his finger at pepperoni.

"I wan pep-roni!" He said, sticking his tongue out slightly as he smiled with excitement again.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh a bit once again at his excitement.

"Pepperoni sounds yummy! Anything else you'd want? Or is that all?" They asked again.

Inosukes eyes lit up even more when you laugh "Nuh-uh! I jus wan pepperoni!" He said, now swinging his legs excitedly, his stomach beginning to growl from his hunger. He then proceeded to start clapping and squealing happily.

"Mama/Dada! Can we start making pizza now?! I rwelly wannaaaa!" He asked in a very high and childish tone.

"Haha! Yes, of course sweetheart." Y/N agreed.

They got out everything and placed the dough down on the counter on a chopping board and began to roll it and flatten it out. Inosuke got excited and clapped even more vigorously.

"Yay! Yay! Yay! I help I help!" He says excitedly and starts to make grabby hands at the ingredients they have out, eager to help.

Y/N smiled at the precious boy.

"Alright, I'll finish flattening out the dough and then you can help me spread the sauce and add as much cheese as you want!" They instructed.

Inosuke then started to bounce up and down with joy at being given the task to help you "Yay!!! I help make it!! I wan it the tastiest!!" He says with all the enthusiasm of an actual child.

Y/N laughed a bit at this. Anyways, they continued to roll out and flatten the dough until it was in pretty good shape. They then gave Inosuke a long spoon and then grabbed one of their own.

"Are you ready?" They asked him, opening up the tomato sauce.

"UH-HUH! I READY!" Inosuke said excitedly as he grabbed the spoon and held it out in front of him, ready to start spreading it all over the dough.

Y/N then began to lightly pour the sauce over the dough, Inosuke quickly began to spread it with the spoon he was given. He happily spread the sauce all over the dough in a messy and sloppy way like an actual young child rather than in a steady and controlled way. Y/N giggled at this.

"Haha! You're doing great, Little Sweetheart." They told him, also spreading the sauce over the dough.

Inosuke grinned as they called him a sweetheart and made grabby hands while they worked with him.

"Me good helper?" He asked as he looked back at Y/N, his eyes full of joy and childlike excitement.

Y/N responded by giving him a little pat on the head.

"You're the best little helper" They replied, getting out the shredded cheese.

Inosuke laughed at getting a head pat and squealed excitedly as Y/N got the shredded cheese out.

"Cheese!! Me put cheese now!!" He said in a childish tone, reaching his hand over for the cheese they were holding.

Laughing once more, Y/N opened the shredded cheese and gave him a couple handfuls of it.

Inosuke immediately began to cover the top of the pizza with a pile of shredded cheese until it was literally covered in the stuff.

"I done! All done!" He yelled loudly and excitedly, pointing to the pizza with a cheesy covered hand as he grinned from ear to ear, like a kid who just did something awesome.

Y/N sighed a little and let out a little laugh.

"Alright, the last thing we need to do is add the pepperonis!" They instructed.

Inosuke of course responded by squealing with excitement once again when Y/N mentioned pepperonis and started making grabby hands at the package.

"Hurry hurry! Let me do it! Lemme Lemme Lemme!!!" He yelled excitedly as he continued making grabby hands at the pepperoni package.

"Okay okay! Here you go" Y/N laughed, handing him a couple pepperonis.

Inosuke squealed again when his Caregiver laughed and handed him the pepperoni.

"Haha! Now I put pepperoni!" He exclaims in a very high yet masculine sounding voice that would usually fit an actual child.

He then grabs his fist full of pepperoni and sprinkles it across the pizza in the messiest way possible, occasionally sneaking a few and eating them. Y/N also placed some pepperonis on the pizza. They, of course, saw Inosuke out of the corner of their eye, sneak a couple pepperonis and eat them. They just smiled to themself at this and pretended not to notice.

Inosuke soon realized that Y/N was smiling at him.

"Mama/Dada? What are you smiling about~? Is it becoz I adorable and awesome?" He tilts his little head at them in a childish and playful manner, expecting praise as he waits for their answer.

Y/N laughed a bit.

"How did you know?" They replied to him playfully.

"Because I me~! And I the most wonderfulest person in the entire world!" He says with a smug yet playful look on his face, sticking his tongue out and smirking as he waits for them to agree with him.

Honestly, the fact that Inosuke was sticking his tongue out was the cutest thing ever.

"You're the cutest baby ever..." Y/N kissed his forehead.

Inosuke instantly squealed excitedly when they kissed his forehead and his whole face practically lit up with joy.

"Really?! Me?! I cutestest baby in the worlds?! Yay!!" He exclaimed happily as he grabbed Y/N’s hand and began cuddling it with his own while smiling gleefully.

Y/N smiled softly, this was so adorable.

"Alright! Let's put this in the oven and it should be ready before long!" They told him, picking up the pan and sliding it into the oven.

They also let Inosuke eat the leftover pepperonis while they both wait for the pizza to cook. Inosuke greedily began to gobble up the leftover pepperoni whilst squealing excitedly and bouncing up with a big grin on his face. He then waited and watched his Caregiver put the pizza in the oven and started asking them questions like a little child asking his mom/dad questions about something they’re doing.

"Why you put it in oven? What oven do? Will pizza cook there?" Inosuke asked while jumping up and down in anticipation.

"It will! The pizza will taste icky if it's uncooked" Y/N replied.

"Eww! Icky!" Inosuke says with a grossed out face.

He then looks back up at Y/N and smiles.

"But oven make pizza yummy and warm!" He says excitedly as he continues jumping up and down in the spot, obviously extremely excited and happy to have figured that out.

Y/N laughed a bit and ruffled his hair.

"Yes, the oven makes the pizza all warm and yummy." They replied.

"Mama/Dada!" Inosuke squeals excitedly, giggling as Y/N ruffled his hair.

He then looks up at them and asks them something, in a very childish and high voice like a baby.

"Mama! How long until pizza done?" He asked in a curious tone.

Y/N glanced over at the current time.

"About 15 more minutes. How about we play a bit while we wait?" They suggested.

“Yay! Play with Mama/Dada!!!" Inosuke yells in excitement with a childish smile on his face, grabbing Y/N’s hand and swinging it around while he happily jumps up and down.

Y/N smiled.

"Do you want to play with your toys or play an activity game?" They asked, picking him back up.

"Hmmm..... Play an activity game! Me wan play that!" Inosuke said excitedly with a smile on his face as he wiggled around in their arms, wanting to be let down again.

Y/N placed him down in front of them and replied.

"Great! What do you wanna play?" They asked.

"Hide and seek!!" Inosuke yelled happily as he jumped up and down again and began running around the kitchen.

"You count first and give me a good hiding spot!" He yelled excitedly as he ran around.

"Haha! Okay" Y/N replied, turning around, covering their eyes and beginning to count to 20.

For the next 15 minutes, Inosuke and Y/N played hide and seek together. When it was Y/N’s turn to hide, they would hide in fairly easy places for Inosuke. And when it was their turn to seek, they would pretend to have trouble finding Inosuke as well.

Inosuke would giggle, laugh, and squeal with delight each time he found them. He would of course find them in all their spots and would give them a big warm hug whenever he found them. It didn't matter how many times they made it easy for him, Inosuke felt like the smartest and luckiest kid in the world whenever he found them hiding. He also thought Y/N was a fun hider and that he enjoyed playing the game with them since they seemed to have a lot of fun as well.

After 15 minutes, the timer had then rang, signaling the pizza was done.

"Mama/Dada! The timer went off!!!" Inosuke yelled excitedly as he ran up to Y/N, grabbing their hand and pulling them over to the oven. He excitedly looked up at them as he swung his arms around in a playful manner, still excited about hiding and seeking.

"I heard" Y/N laughed a bit.

They held his hand and led him to the kitchen.

"Be careful, Sweet Pea. The oven is very hot" They told him, putting on oven mitts and then taking the pizza out.

Inosuke giggled at being called Sweet Pea and began bouncing around them with excitement as he waited for them to set the pizza down on the counter. He began looking at the pizza and his eyes lit up with joy as he licked his lips excitedly, obviously looking forward to eating his delicious pizza.

Y/N proceeded to cut the pizza into 12 slices. Afterwards, they decided to prepare Inosukes bottle while it was cooling down.

"What would you like to drink?" They asked.

"Milk!" Inosuke yells in a childlike fashion, his eyes lighting up as he awaited his milk to be given to him as he wiggled from excitement.

Y/N smiled a bit.

"That sounds yummy" They stated, preparing his bottle of milk for him, it had cute little polar bears and milk cartons designed on it.

Inosuke squealed in delight as he saw the bottle. The sight of milk AND the design of the bottle excited him even more as he started jumping up and down, making grabby hands.

By the time his bottle was finished, the pizza was still hot, but cooled down enough to hold. Y/N got out plates and placed two slices of pizza for Inosuke on his. They then picked him up and sat him down at the table, getting themself a couple slices as well and sitting with him. They decided to also put on a few episodes of his favorite show when he was little, Paw Patrol, while he ate. Inosuke's entire face lighting up in childlike joy.

"YAY! EATING TIME!" He yelled and immediately began to dig in.

He shoved it into his mouth as he ate rather quickly and sloppily, not caring about the mess or his manners, as he was far too happy to eat that nothing else mattered. He watched the screen with delight as Paw Patrol played, his eyes lighting up in excitement as he ate. Y/N laughed a bit at how excited he was. They made a point to clean his face with a soft napkin too considering how messy he was being.

"I hope you enjoy your meal, sweetheart..." They whispered.

Inosuke had gotten food on his face and clothes and was making a mess all over the table and his hands as he ate, but not caring or even noticing since he was so excited. As his Caregiver wiped his face with a soft napkin, he squealed in delight and giggled gleefully.

"I wuv food! Food yummy! Mama/Dada cook good!" He proudly said while continuing to shovel food into his mouth, practically shoving it down his throat at this point.

"I'm happy you love it, sweetie. Try and slow down a bit, we don't want to get a tummy ache" Y/N told him with a soft laugh, but he didn't really listen.

"Too excited! I no get tummy ache! I eat fast! I wan more!!" He yells as he eats even quicker while watching Paw Patrol at the same time.

He shoveled a large amount of pizza into his mouth at once, swallowing it just as fast as he shoved it in, all while ignoring all of his Caregivers warnings to slow down.

Y/N sighed a little.

"Alright then.." They knew he was gonna get a tummy ache eventually, but there was nothing they could really do to get him to slow down.

As Inosuke was finishing his entire plate of pizza, he suddenly groaned in discomfort. His entire demeanor changed as his head dropped and he covered his stomach.

"You got a tummy ache..didn't you, sweetie?" Y/N sighed a bit.

Inosuke, now crying a bit, nodded his head as he rubbed his stomach. He looked incredibly sad as he began to hold his stomach while he whined.

"I hurt tummy! Tummy ache…" He huffed.

Y/N wrapped their arms around him and lifted him up into their lap.

"Lemme help that, sweetie" They kissed his cheek and began to pat his back gently yet firmly as well.

Inosuke calmed down as his Caregiver held him up. He laid his head on their shoulder as they began patting his back, making happy cooing noises as their gentle yet firm patting began to soothe him. His face lightened up as he smiled, his tummy-ache beginning to go down as he continued to whimper quietly. He proceeds to let out several small burps as Y/N pats and rubs his back until there aren't any more noises coming from his mouth when they finish. He burps once more in relief, before burying his head on you while letting out another happy whimper, his tummy ache completely gone.

"Good boy. All better now?" Y/N asked him, holding him in their lap and rubbing his back slowly.

Inosuke mumbles a bit as Y/N asks him, still laying down on them and nodding his head. He was still whimpering but with happiness now and seemed so relieved that his tummy ache was gone. He was laying down in Y/N’s lap as they kept rubbing his back, causing him to let out a contented sigh as he continued to mumble happily. They smiled softly.

"Try and eat a little slower next time...okay?" Y/N advised, letting Inosuke rest in their arms as it was clear he didn't wanna be put down yet.

Inosuke let out an annoyed huff as he grumbled and pouted a tiny bit, looking quite irritated at being told to eat slower. However, he then nods his head a bit, knowing he couldn't argue. He leans up and presses his face into Y/N once again, burying his head on their chest as he whimpers a bit, not wanting to be put down yet. He began to wrap his arms around them as he clings to you now. Y/N smiled a bit.

"Alright...I think it's someone's naptime now" They said.

Inosuke began to pout even more as he heard what his Caregiver said, his arms tightening around them a bit before responding.

"No, no naptime!! I no need naptime!!" He pouted.

"You're getting a little cranky, Sweetie...And you haven't had naptime yet" Y/N explained to him.

He crossed his arms over his chest as he pouted, shaking his head no he looked up at them. "No need naptime! I cranky when bored!! I wan Paw Patrol!" He said with an irritated tone, clearly not wishing to go to sleep.

"...Okay sweetie, we can watch one more episode of Paw Patrol, but then it's naptime" Y/N told him.

Inosuke looked up at them for a long few seconds, his irritated expression turning into a pleading one as he stared at you with wide puppy dog eyes.

"Pwese no nap-nap? I jus watch more episode before going night-night?" He begged as he continued to pout, his little hands clinging to Y/N even tighter.

Y/N held back a smile, those puppy dog eyes were so precious.

"Just one more episode, and then it's Night-night time. And when you wake up we can play even more and you'll be feeling much happier" Y/N instructed.

Inosuke let out the tiniest coo, clearly wanting to plead more for more episodes, but he knew he wasn't going to win this argument. He pouted still, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Fine... me go night-night after one more..." He said, still pouting.

Y/N placed a kiss on the top of his head.

“Good boy.” They whispered, playing one more episode of Paw Patrol for him.

Inosuke watched as his Caregiver kissed the top of his head and pressed play on the episode. He was still pouting a bit, but it was clear it was very weak as he was now in a state of contentment. He snuggled back up to Y/N once more as the episode played, the episode taking his mind off of the tired and cranky feeling that was slowly starting to come to his mind.

Of course however, the episode came to an end after around 20 minutes. Inosuke looked up at Y/N when he saw the end-credit theme start to play.

"Aww... Paw Patrol over?" He said with a pout, his wide eyes looking up at them.

"Paw Patrol over..." Y/N whispered to him, cutting off the show.

“Alright sweetie, it's naptime now" They told him, picking him up.

Inosuke pouted as he heard his Caregiver say "nap" again. He crossed his arms over his chest, mumbling something in protest. However, he didn't try to struggle or escape, even when they picked him up, as he was starting to feel more and more drowsy all of a sudden. Y/N carried Inosuke to the bedroom and picked up his favorite blankie and wrapped it snug around him. They of course didn't forget about giving him his favorite stuffie he named "Mr. Sharkie" and they also gave him his favorite sunflower paci to suck on.

"Sleepy baby..." They whispered to themself.

Inosuke was starting to feel extremely drowsy now. It was getting harder for him to keep his eyes open, and he was starting to get quite fidgety from being so tired. He looked up at Y/N as they were wrapping him with his beloved blankie.

"Sleepy..." He began to whimper, his voice getting quiet as he became more and more soft.

Y/N walked over and slowly laid him down on one of the beds, kissing his forehead.

"Night-night, Little Sweetheart.” They whispered.

Inosuke looked up at his Caregiver with drowsy eyes as they laid him down. The moment they kissed his forehead, he let out a slow, quiet coo as he snuggled back into the blankets, his pacifier moving slowly in his mouth. He began to whimper quietly after a few minutes, trying to fight the tiredness, but his eyelids began to fall down as he lost the battle against his tiredness.

He sighed quietly before slowly falling peacefully asleep.

"Night-night mama/dada..."

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(This took so long oml)

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