#Defiant Drive: Taking a Spin

[loquaciousferret]

Little Games

Summary: Agent Peña reaches breaking point after your not-so-subtle teasing around the office, deciding to teach you a lesson you won't be quick to forget.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, degradation, name-calling, rough unprotected sex, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, Javi being mean. As always- maybe more! Read at own risk

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Javi pulled me out of my Joel thots today, enjoy this short piece of filth

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“Cut the shit!” Javi’s palm slams into the wall behind your head.

You could see how the man would be terrifyingly intimidating, if this hadn’t been your goal all along.

“What’s wrong, agent?” You gaze back at him innocently with wide eyes, his cock twitching just at the sight.

“Don’t give me that.” He snaps, grabbing your wrist and pinning it against the wall after you had tried to reach out and push his chest back lightly to create space between you.

You blinked. You wouldn’t give in yet.

“Just admit it.” He hisses through gritted teeth, “You may be stupid but not too stupid to know what you’re doing.”

You can barely keep a straight face, it’s practically painful trying to hold back the defiant smirk that wants to creep its way onto your lips.

“I’m sorry Agent, don’t you think I’m doing a good job?” You said, holding on to the pretence a little longer.

“Cut the act.” His tone is menacing. “You know you do a great job, staying late whenever I do, doing my paperwork faster than any of the other agents just so you can come back and see me sooner. Hovering around me in those ridiculously short skirts, driving me crazy. Maybe HR should talk to you like a grown up about professional dress codes.”

“You don’t like how I dress?” You said, playing dumb for him.

“Shut the fuck up.” He gripped your jaw and tilted your face up to him.

“Is this a game to you?”

Involuntarily, your tongue darts out to lick your lips. He can’t bear to look at you any longer and spins you round so you face the wall.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” His hand was roughly separating your thighs, spreading your legs forcefully. “Maybe you’ll learn not to start something if you don’t plan on finishing it.”

You moaned as one of his large hands started to put pressure on your already wet pussy, through your thin underwear. He pushed it aside and thrusted two fingers inside you roughly. You gasped and he hissed at you to “Cierra el Pico.”

Of course he had seen you coming from a mile away that morning, wearing a black pencil skirt that barely grazed your mid thigh, and a white blouse under your blazer that clearly showed the outline of your lace bra. Most of the department were away at an incident, and management had been scheduled in with the President. Being a secretary, you knew everyone’s schedules, and you knew today was the perfect day to take your little game with Agent Peña up a notch. He would already be in a bad mood, frustrated that he had been benched while most of the other agents were out potentially getting into some action today. You used this existing frustration to your advantage and that’s how you ended up here right under his grasp where you had wanted to be all along.

You heard him unbuckling his belt with his free hand and you shuddered with excitement. He removed his fingers from inside you and gripped your panties, pulling them down your legs roughly. You stepped out of them when they hit your ankles and he picked them up, stuffing them into his pocket. You smirked, suspecting that he wouldn’t return them following this encounter.

He pressed on your upper back, folding you more so that your ass stuck out and your chest was pressed to the wall. Your breathing faltered as he slid his erection through your wet folds and lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed into you with no mercy and you whined, unprepared after using his fingers on you for such a short time.

“I thought I told you to shut up.” He sneered.

He immediately set a punishingly harsh pace, pressing you hard into the wall as you held both your hips, guiding you back onto his cock to increase the force of each rough thrust of his cock.

You chewed on your lip to silence your moans of pleasure, there was only one locked door between yourself and Javier and a corridor that could contain government officials at any moment.

“Is this what you thought would happen when you started your little game, huh?” He goaded, continuing to slam into you harshly.

You couldn’t come up with anything clever to say in response, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure he was giving you.

“You can dress up and pretend to be whoever you want but look at you now, huh. Just a whore under all those fancy clothes as soon as someone sticks their cock inside you.”

“Only you, Sir.” You manage to get out, releasing a stifled moan.

He scoffs at that but the intensity of his thrusts somehow increased, as if the idea turned him on even more. If this wasn’t him at his worst then you didn’t think you would be able to handle whatever that would feel like.

He kept one hand on your hip but moved the other round your front to play with your clit, rubbing and applying pressure in circles around the sensitive spot.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” He challenged.

You nodded, unable to speak for fear of crying out in pleasure.

“Really? After all that teasing? You think I should make you feel good?” He chuckled.

“I think I’d rather leave you frustrated all day, let you play with yourself tonight and wish it was me touching you.”

You whined, “Please, Javi-“

“Listen to yourself,” He taunted, and you could hear his smirk. “Willing to beg for it, you little whore.”

As soon as your orgasm started to build, your legs stiffening and your pussy clenching around him, he removed his fingers from your clit.

You whined at the loss of contact and he laughed and tutted, “This is what happens when you try and involve me in your slutty little games.”

He went quiet then, done taunting you and instead focussed on chasing his own release, slamming his cock into you as deep as it could go, your warm tight cunt getting him closer to his orgasm with every single thrust.

“Gonna fill you with my cum, remind you all day what I did to you.”

You nodded, whining, your pleasure reaching an absolute high.

After a few more thrusts, his pace faltered, and you felt his warm release inside you as he grunted, stilling inside you while he caught his breath.

He pulled out of you and you felt his load trickling down your inner thigh slowly.

“Make yourself presentable.” He ordered as he tucked his cock back inside his jeans and refastened his belt. “And leave me alone, I have more important things to do today than deal with you.”

He unlocked the door and slipped out of the disused file room back into the office. Your mind was already whirring, planning on how you could get him to do this to you again.

[unforgivenntired2]

CLAIMED

sukunaxreader MDNI

warnings: fingering, pussy eating, orgasm, overstimulation, sex, possessive behaviour

sypnosis: What begins as a seductive encounter quickly escalates into a raw exploration of dominance and submission, where pleasure and pain intertwine in their passionate union.

"You've finally decided to grace me with your presence," Sukuna's voice was smooth, dripping with a mixture of amusement and something much darker. His eyes trailed over you, practically undressing you with them.

You tried to keep your composure, but it was futile. Sukuna stood up, closing the distance between you in a few predatory strides. His hand lifted to gently tilt your chin upwards, forcing you to meet his gaze fully. His touch was both possessive and enticing, sending a rush of heat through your veins.

"You're mine now," Sukuna murmured, his hot breath brushing against your ear as he pulled you flush against him. The sheer power he exuded overwhelmed you. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and his cock twitch slightly against you, his presence enveloping you completely.

With a hungry growl, Sukuna's lips crashed against yours, claiming your mouth in a fierce kiss that stole your breath away. His tongue slipped past your lips with a demanding need, exploring every inch with a possessiveness that made your head spin. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you responded with equal fervor, unable to resist the intoxicating pull he had on you.

His hands trailed down before his hand went to clutch your already soaking pussy. He pushed his fingers through the cloth. "Already so fucking wet. Didn't know y'were so desperate for me human."

You could only moan in response, your body betraying your every thought.. You wanted nothing more than just take off your panties, and throw them across the room wanting to give him full access.

"Patience whore." Sukuna grinned, his hand going under your panties, his finger rubbing circles on your cunt. You half gasped half moaned when a large finger entered you. He hadn't even put the whole finger in yet and you were already a moaning mess.

He pushed his finger further in making you clutch his shoulders in shock, your eyes widening and your legs twitching when he hit the sweet spot.

Sukuna hummed. "Ah.. There it is." His voice was a dangerous purr, and he curled his finger inside you, drawing out another helpless moan. "Such a good little slut for me."

Each movement was deliberate, calculated to drive you to the edge. His thumb pressed against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You could feel the tension building, your need for him intensifying with every second.

"Tell me," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear again, "do you want more?"

Your breath hitched, and you nodded frantically, unable to form words. Sukuna chuckled darkly, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened, and he added another finger, stretching you deliciously.

"No!! Ah~~" You tried getting up, but he pushed you back down. You tried again, too defiant. But Sukuna always loved that about you. Just because he could put you in your place afterward.

"You'll have to beg for it," he commanded, his voice a seductive growl. "Beg for me to take you."

The heat, the intensity, and the raw desire were overwhelming. You opened your mouth, ready to plead, to do anything he asked, just to feel more of him.

"P-Please, Sukuna," you managed to gasp, your voice trembling with desperation and pleasure. "Please, I-I need you."

A dark, satisfied grin spread across his face. "Good girl," he purred. His fingers moved with deliberate precision, hitting all the right spots inside you, making your body tremble with pleasure.

Sukuna withdrew his fingers suddenly, making you whimper at the loss. He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting your essence with a hungry gleam in his eyes. "Fucking Delicious," he murmured, before capturing your lips in another searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Without breaking the kiss, he swiftly lifted you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried you to the bed, laying you down with a surprising gentleness that contrasted with the dark intensity of his gaze. He hovered over you, his body a wall of heat and power.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to devour you," he whispered, his voice a promise and a threat. Though you're ears were ringing so loudly, you were barely able to make out what he was saying.

You shivered in anticipation, your body aching for his touch. Sukuna's hands roamed your body, peeling away your clothes with an almost agonizing slowness. He wanted to savor every moment, to draw out your anticipation until you were a quivering, needy mess beneath him.

When you were finally bare before him, Sukuna took a moment to admire you, his eyes dark with lust. "Perfect," he murmured, almost to himself, as he began to undress. Each piece of clothing he removed revealed more of his powerful form, until he stood naked before you, every inch of him exuding dominance and raw sexuality. You saw his huge cock and you were a bit scared even though you hated to admit it.

Sukuna noticed your eyes on his cock and he smirked, stroking his length slightly. "Nice isn't it?" You turned your face away in embarrassment and he just hummed.

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He took his time, his hands tracing over your curves, exploring every inch of your body with a possessive hunger. You could feel his cock pressing against you, hard and insistent, but he had another plan in mind first.

Sukuna's fingers found their way back to your pussy, sliding easily into your wetness. He added a third finger this time, stretching you further, preparing you for what was to come. You moaned loudly, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you," Sukuna said, his voice a dark purr. "So eager, so ready. Do you want my mouth, little slut?"

"Yes," you moaned, your voice thick with need. "Please, Sukuna, I want you. I need you."

"Beg," he commanded, his fingers moving faster, driving you to the brink. Something as easy as thinking seemed so complicated now. You tried forming words but they only came out incoherent mumbles. Sukuna waited patiently until you formed words that were at least understandable.

"P-Please," you cried out, your body trembling with the intensity of your desire. "Please eat me, Sukuna. P-Please."

His eyes flashed with satisfaction. "Good girl," he growled, withdrawing his fingers and lowering his head between your thighs.

With one powerful lick, Sukuna's tongue parted your folds, tasting you deeply. The sensation was electric, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. He devoured you with a hunger that left you breathless, his tongue exploring every inch of your pussy with expert precision.

Sukuna's mouth was relentless, his tongue flicking over your clit with practiced ease. He alternated between gentle, teasing licks and firm, demanding strokes, driving you wild with need. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you bucked against his mouth.

"That's it," he murmured against your flesh, his breath hot and tantalizing. "Let go for me."

His words were your undoing. With a cry of ecstasy, you came hard, your body trembling and your hips grinding against his face. Sukuna didn't stop; he continued to lap at your pussy, drawing out your orgasm until you were a quivering, panting mess beneath him.

Finally, he lifted his head, his face glistening with your juices, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned over you, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue once again, a reminder of how thoroughly he had claimed you. Though you knew how disgusted you would feel if this was with someone else. But this time it was with Sukuna. And you wanted to make full use of it.

"You taste even better than I imagined," Sukuna whispered against your lips, his voice a rough purr. "And now, you're going to take every inch of me."

With that, he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock pressing against your wet, swollen folds. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, stretching you to your limits. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that made you gasp and clutch at his shoulders so hard, it drew blood. You screamed his name, only making him harder, if possible. Tears filled your eyes and you couldn't hold in the sobs anymore.

He gave you a moment to adjust before he began to move, each thrust deep and powerful, claiming you completely. The room filled with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Sukuna's pace was relentless, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over making you jump again and again and again. And again did you cum.

"You feel so fucking good," Sukuna mumbled, his voice rough with pleasure. "So tight, so perfect for me."

You could only moan in response, your body trembling with the intensity of your impending climax. Sukuna's hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it with expert precision. The added stimulation was too much, and with a loud cry, you came hard around his cock again, your body convulsing with pleasure.

Sukuna's pace didn't falter; he continued to thrust into you with relentless determination, prolonging your orgasm, his own deep, primal growls mixing with your cries. You felt his cock twitch inside you, the sensation driving you to the brink once more.

As your orgasm began to subside, you were left breathless and trembling, but Sukuna wasn't finished with you yet. He kept moving, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. His fingers continued their assault on your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your overstimulated body.

"Sukuna," you gasped, your voice barely more than a whisper, "I can't... it's too much..."

"You can take it," he growled back, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine. All mine."

With each thrust, he pushed you higher and higher, until you thought you might shatter from the intensity. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost too much to bear, but you couldn't get enough. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders, needing to feel every inch of him.

"Fuck," Sukuna groaned, his voice a raw, primal sound. "You're squeezing me so tight... I'm gonna..."

His words sent a thrill through you, your own pleasure building once more. He slammed into you with one final, powerful thrust, burying himself deep inside you. You felt him pulse, his cock filling you with his hot cum, and the sensation sent you over the edge again.

This time, your orgasm was even more intense, your body shaking with the force of it. Sukuna's name fell from your lips in a breathless moan, your eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure consumed you. He rode out his own climax, his movements becoming slow and deliberate, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he collapsed beside you, both of you panting and spent. He pulled you into his arms, his grip possessive yet surprisingly tender. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, the touch soothing and intimate.

For a moment, you both lay there, tangled together in the aftermath, the room filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing. Sukuna's presence was overwhelming, his heat enveloping you, making you feel safe and cherished in a way you hadn't expected.

"You were amazing," he whispered, his voice softening as he nuzzled into your hair. "So fucking perfect."

A smile tugged at your lips, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. You turned your head slightly, your eyes meeting his. The intensity in his gaze had softened, replaced by something deeper, something almost tender.

"I'm yours," you whispered back, your voice filled with sincerity. "Now and always."

Sukuna's eyes darkened with emotion, his grip tightening around you. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "And I'm yours," he murmured. "Always."

The words sent a flutter through your heart, butterflies dancing in your stomach. The fierce, possessive curse who had claimed you so completely was now holding you with a tenderness that took your breath away. It was a silent promise, a vow that you were his, not just in this moment, but forever.

For a moment, you both lay there, tangled together, panting and spent. Then Sukuna pulled out of you, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his arms. His grip was possessive, but there was a tenderness to it as well, a silent promise that you were his, now and always.

[blueicequeen19]

Attitude Adjustment

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral, use of toys, squirting, the works

I haul my crazy, kicking and screaming girlfriend out the bar over my shoulder. I knew going out was a bad idea. I knew she’d had an attitude all night for no reason. I told her to behave multiple times and she’d told me no or kindly told me to fuck off.

Now we have to leave because she was trying to fight some six-five brick house of a dude for cutting her in line and I wasn’t about to get my ass handed to me because he disrespected her, even as her smart mouth yells profanities over my shoulder.

“What am I going to do with you?” I grumble as I kick the exit door open and make my way across the parking lot.

“Put me down!” She snaps.

I grunt when a sharp slap lands across my ass and I swat hers hard in return. She gasps, falling limp over my shoulder as I walk us over to my truck while massaging away the burn she no doubt felt but also shielding anyone’s view of her exposed ass.

“I can walk you know.” She mutters as I unlock the door on the passenger side and yank it open.

“Do you? Because you seem to have forgotten how to act.” I lower her onto the seat and stare back at her defiant, bratty little eyes. Eyes that were begging for trouble and punishment.

“That’s rich coming from you.” She spats, pursing her lips and crossing her arms like the little brat she is. I take a deep breath as I buckle in her seat belt, making sure to brush against her nipples and earning a gasp as I pull back. I slam the door in her face before she can smart off and round the truck to get in on the driver side. I take my time buckling my own seatbelt and starting the truck as I feel her growing angrier and angrier.

“I didn’t do anything wrong! That guy—.” I cut her off with a warning glare, immediately slapping my hand over her mouth.

“Here’s what going to happen. You’re going to keep this smart mouth shut the whole way home. If you’re good, Ill suck out your soul through that needy little pussy because it’s obvious you need an attitude adjustment.” I savor the way her breathing shallows and her pupils blow as I let my eyes rake over her perfect body, “If not, I’ll edge you until you’re crying and begging then I’ll leave you like that while I go sleep on the couch. Got it?”

She swallows as she nods and I pull back, throwing the truck in gear and starting the twenty minute drive home. Part of me hopes she fails because I get off on punishing her. There’s nothing quiet like having an alpha female begging and at your mercy, desperate for your touch.

Either way, I plan on fucking her throat and making her cry regardless. I keep glancing over at her, watching the way her tits strain against the seat belt and I can’t stop myself from reaching over and palming one. Her eyes narrow at me but she doesn’t say anything as I lightly pinch her nipple. She hisses through her teeth but turns to look out the window, not giving in to my antics.

“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to wait until we get home.” I taunt, sliding my hand down between her legs under her skin tight dress and cupping her pussy. Her panties are soaked. I smirk, watching the road as I stroke her clit like some horny teenager that can’t keep his hands to himself.

She snaps her legs closed and turns to face the window, giving me the silent treatment like a good girl. She wants that reward at home. She also knows I hate being ignored. My hands tighten on the wheel as I fight off the anxiety and the urge to beg her to come closer. I promised a punishment and reward so I’m going to see it through.

We reach the old fish shack out in the marsh, not far from John B and Sarah, and she jumps out before I even turn the key off.

“Y/N.” I call, chasing after her as she stomps off towards the house. I grab her elbow and spin her around, throwing her over my shoulder again before she can argue.

“JJ Maybank, I swear to god if you don’t fucking put me down!” She screams, just as I unlock the door and shove it open with a chuckle.

“So feisty today. I think someone needs a spankin’.” My hand slaps down on her bared ass and she yelps followed by a frustrated growl.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“No but I will fuck you. That mouth. That pussy. That ass. In that order.” I kick my shoes off as I make my way down the hallway and to our bedroom. I was practically giddy with excitement as I unbutton my shorts and step out of them as they hit the floor, tossing her onto the bed next. She scurries to the headboard, that defiant look still in her eyes as I toss my shirt next.

“I’m not in the mood.” She scoffs, her dress bunched up around her waist and showing off them thick thighs as she tries to hide her pussy from me.

“Too bad. I am.” I grab her ankles and yank her down to the edge of the bed, fighting back a smirk. I shove her thighs apart as I lean down to kiss her. She opens up for me, threading her fingers through my hair as her tongue dances with mine. My fingers slip between her thighs, finding her nice and soaked for me. I push the thin scrap of fabric to the side to stroke her clit. She pants against my lips, lifting her hips to get me where she needs.

“I was good,” she breathes. “Give me what I want.”

“You are in no position to make demands.” I growl back, my knees hitting the floor anyway as I drape her legs over my shoulders. I’ll never pass up the opportunity to worship her pussy. I kiss along her thighs, biting and licking away the sting as she trembles for more. I move my mouth to her core, leaving feather like kisses everywhere but her clit and she wiggles in frustration, trying to grind her pussy against my face.

“JJ, please!” She cries, tugging hard on my hair to the point it burns.

“I love it when you beg.” I murmur, running my tongue lightly down her slit and she throws her head back, her bottom lip quivering in anguish.

“Please! Please! I can’t take it anymore! I need you, baby. Please.” I don’t waste another second before clamping my hands down on her thighs and burying my face in her sweet slice of heaven.

I flick her clit with my tongue rapidly, keeping the right amount of pressure that has her squirming to get away from me despite her need for her release. She chants my name like a pray, her fingers yanking on my hair as she rides my face until she finally screams just as I suck hard on her clit. My face is soaked but I don’t stop, quickly ripping her second and third orgasms from her until she’s sobbing for relief.

I jump to my feet and push her to her knees even as she shakes violently. She licks her lips, ready for what’s coming as she tries to stay on her shaking knees.

“That was your reward for the drive home. Now take your punishment.” I fist her hair before quickly shoving my cock past her teeth and down her throat. She immediately gags, pushing on my thighs even as she starts to stroke me with her tongue. I groan, my balls already tingling and ready to unload down her pretty throat.

“Fuck.” I moan, fucking her face with two hands, her back against the bed so she can’t retreat. I can’t help the way my head falls back in pleasure, forcing me to look up at the ceiling even as my eyes threaten to roll back. I force myself to look down at her tear streaked face, loving the way her make up is ruined and she continues to gag.

“You’re so pretty like this. Mouth stuffed full of cock. Using those lips to pleasure me.” I groan, pulling out of her mouth just as I’m about to cum. I’m not ready yet. I’m no where near done with her.

I quickly manhandle her onto the bed, forcing her flat on her stomach after stuffing a pillow under her hips then returning to the nightstand for what’s coming next. I return to her, straddling her hips as she shakes her ass at me in offering. I swat each cheek hard but she only groans in response.

“God, this ass.” I groan, palming the flesh for a moment before pouring the lube on her little puckered hole. The cool gel surprises her and she yelps, trying to prop herself up on her elbows but I push her back down.

“Lay down and take it, baby.” I coo, spreading her cheeks with one hand as I slowly start pushing the plug inside. She whimpers from the stretch so I quickly stroke her clit with my free hand, using pleasure to dull the pain.

“That’s it. I told you I’d claim all three holes tonight.” I kiss each of her ass cheeks, loving the plump flesh that still holds my hand print. She’s weak from the multiple orgasms but it doesn’t stop her from casting a defiant look at me over her shoulder as I move in to position.

“Open your mouth and you won’t like what I fill it with.” I warn, silently praying she gives me a reason to gag her but she clamps her mouth shut if only for a moment before I thrust inside her soaked pussy as hard as I can. She shouts in surprise, burying her face in the mattress to stifle her cries as I start to fuck her. My hands come down on either side of her head, holding my body above hers a fuck her hard and deep like we both needed.

“Fuck, J.” She whimpers, her pussy spasming and clamping down on my cock as she nears another screaming orgasm.

“Who do you belong to?” I growl in her ear, knowing she’s seconds away from exploding.

“You! You, J!” She cries, just as her eyes roll back and she squirts everywhere. I chuckle, turning her head to capture her lips with my own. Her kisses are weak and her body is giving out as she shakes violently so I kiss her sweetly as I chase my own release, my balls so full they fucking ache.

“That’s right, baby. I fucking own your ass. Don’t you forget it.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 11

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

Masterlist

Amidst your self-pity, tinged with a hint of hatred, your ruminations fall to the house itself. As you pass through the lower floors, dusting and mopping, you wonder which is bigger; the house or the occupant's ego. It doesn't matter, the thoughts are as menial a distraction as your tasks.

Your throat is tender and your back aches deeper as the day passes in a fog of nervous anticipation. Past the first hour, you haven't seen Lloyd again and you're not sure that's a good sign. There isn't a doubt he'll be back to torment you but not knowing when is as bad as the man himself.

You let the mop lean on the wall and grip your hips, pushing your head back as you try to stretch out the kinks. Somehow this feels like more work than cleaning a dozen offices. You groan as you knead through the thin fabric.

"Oh baby, purr for me," Lloyd startles you again. For a man his size, he is rather agile.

You face him and grab the mop, angling it and hitting the button to spray cleaner across the hardwood. As you push the pad forward, he steps in front of you and blocks your motion. You hold your breath and retract the mop, looking at him. 

"Figure it's time to get ya settled," he lifts the bag in his right hand slightly, the duffel hastily packed before you left the duplex, "you look like you need a break."

His eyes descend and he ogles you grossly, biting the tip of his tongue. You can't tell if it's an act to disturb you as much as possible or genuine. You glance down at yourself in the scanty garment and roll your eyes. It's definitely a joke at your expense.

"Uh, okay," you shift the mop.

He tilts his head and his eyes meet yours with a glimmer. You exhale through your nose and grit your teeth.

"Yes, daddy," you recite the vile words.

"Baby, try smiling next time," he taps the end of your nose with a thick finger, "come on. I got shit to do… besides you."

He turns and strides off, nonchalant and indifferent. You leave the broom by the wall and follow, clomping clumsily in the heels. The stairs are another hurdle and you take them slowly, so slow that Lloyd is nowhere to be seen as you reach the second floor. You can’t help an internal sigh, there’s even more house to clean. All this for one man?

“Catch up, buttercup,” Lloyd’s voice drifts from down the hall.

You traipse along the floor, your arches sore and strained, and stop at the open door. The duffel is on the suede bench against the wall as Lloyd stands with hips crooked and scrolls on a phone. Your phone. You’d buried it in your bag, not sure you’d look at it again. You had no one you wanted or needed to hear from.

“Ah, damn, looks like lover boy is missing you,” he grins, “he’s been texting you all day… looks like he’s on his way to the airport now. ‘Safe travels, babe’.: He types on the screen and chuckles.

You tramp forward, a shoe falls off as you stagger and scuff to a stop before him and swipe at the phone. He holds it out of your reach and bats your arm away.

“Now, let’s not get nasty, not like that,” he points his long index in your face, “I was gonna be nice, you know? Get some of that tension out.”

Your frown as he hides your phone behind his back.

“You’re wound like a spring and I can’t blame you. When’s the last time that deadbeat fucked you good? Like really just blew your back out,” his mouth slants, “so… I think you should sit down. Take a load off.”

You cross your arms as you stare back at him in defiant doubt. You don’t trust him or his sudden spurt of goodwill. He sucks his tongue and spins away, marching up the side of the bed as he places your phone face down. He turns and sits on the bed, he drags his palms over the blankets and moves back to lay across the length of the mattress.

He pushes the pillows away from his head and pats his chest, “sit. Right here, doll face.”

You blink as you watch him. He hums and rubs his chest through his shirt, his biceps rounding with the movement. He might be a looker if he didn’t have that dumbass mustache or the overinflated ego.

“I don’t want to tell you again,” he warns as he props himself up on his elbows to glare at you, “I know your dripping for me so come on.”

You bite your cheek, a wave roiling in your gut, a swirl of disgust or something else you refuse to recognise. You bring your foot up and take off the other shoe, dropping it with the other before padding over to the bed. You lightly press your knee to the mattress as Lloyd falls flat again.

He wiggles his shoulders and licks his lips with a theatrical hum, “I’m thirsty, baby.”

You dig your nails into the blanket and move stiffly, lifting your leg up over the edge, then the other. The bed moves with your weight as you walk on your knees. Nervous, self-conscious, you reach for the headboard above him to lean on and steel yourself.

He opens his eyes and nudges your thigh with his knuckles, “you ever had a mustache ride?” He puckers his lips at you and you squeeze the bed frame.

You angle your leg above his shoulders and kneel over him as he shifts below. He grabs your waists as he helps you, his touch making you wince, and you keep your hands locked on the headboard. He pulls you down, he’s too strong to resist. You gasp as he forces you to fold your legs and he buries his face in your cunt.

He purrs and it rumbles through you. You flinch as he hooks his hands around your thighs and shakes his head, lapping your up greedily. You peek down at his head as he devours you impatiently. You yipe as you try to lift yourself, feeling as if you're suffocating him. You don’t know why you care, it would be better that way.

He holds you down, a grumble which is as much a demand. Stay. 

His hands trail up your thigh and he grips your hips, rocking you against his face as he flicks your clit with his tongue and his mustache rubs hotly against you. You gulp and let out a squeak as he strikes a spark within you. You’re already wet, your arousal smearing across his mouth and face as he drinks you in.

You puff and unthinkingly poke your fingers through his hair, fisting it as your pelvis tilts to his will. You can’t help but fall into the motion, riding him as your climax builds quickly, fiery as it speckles across your skin and floods your core. You murmur and moan as you forget all hesitation, bucking over him as you chase the release.

He hums as his hands slip down to your ass and he gropes you painfully. He urges you on as you whine, a storm twisting around you in a cacophony of horror and delight. You shouldn’t like it so much... He shouldn’t be so fucking good.

You cum, thighs tingling and quivering as your hips twitch spasmodically. He spreads his tongue as he tastes your orgasm and twirls around your clit, teasing you to the point of torture. You try to lift yourself off his face and he once more hugs your thighs, flipping you suddenly so your back hits the headboard and he’s bent between your legs.

“Ah,” you squeal as he doesn’t let up and your toes curl, another orgasm brewing as he sucks on your bud, plucking at your with teeth and tongue. “Ll–” 

Your fingers curl against the back of his head, betraying you as you push him closer. You clamp your thighs against his face and spasm, coming again as your curled awkwardly between him and the bed frame. You cry out, whining as he laps you up.

He finally parts, his hot breath clouding against you, “say it, baby…” he nips your thigh and you squeak.

“Wha–”

“Say it,” he bites harder, sucking on the skin until it throbs, you feel the bruise forming.

“Ah, daddy,” you plead, “Dadddddyyyyyy, please–”

He pops his mouth off and pushes himself up, sitting back on his heels as he runs a finger over his wet mustache and tastes it. You sit stunned and stupid, legs splayed as he smirks. 

“Good girl,” he praises as he licks his lips, his hair dangling around his head messily, “fuck you taste like champagne.”

You shudder and cross your arms as you push your legs together, looking away in shame. You’d almost rather his mean words. You don’t like him being nice, because that means he’s won.

He climbs off the bed, bouncing you as he does and stretches his neck as he rolls his shoulders. He groans as a loud crack comes from his back and reaches for your phone. He turns it over and you see the timer on a live call, Colin’s name across the screen, “did you hear all that, boy?”

He hits ‘end; and your heart pounds. No, no… you knew it had to be a trick. You knew, yet it still hits you like a slap in the face.

[rattycattyfanfic]

(you drive me) crazy

for @mirroredmemoriez's prompt!

1.) Lynn or Amanda reacting to one another’s music tastes! Can keep it broad and just have it as looking at a genre or pick a specific song. Setting wise it can be anywhere, such as oh I’ve bought this CD and sliding the disc in the car.

a shocking 1,521 words! no real warnings except mentions of mandy brain. can kinda sit in bark like a god verse? but doesn't have to.

if anyone would like to submit some simple easy prompts that i can deal with in 500-700 words ideally (although im finding these are spiralling out of control!) my inbox is open :)

One thing Lynn hadn’t anticipated about Amanda, but finds herself continually pleasantly surprised by, is all the strange little commonalities they share. Amanda’s music taste is not particularly vast or varied, but her taste for the alternative overlaps with the soundtrack of Lynn’s own youth in a nostalgic way. 

She remembers the first time, back when they were new and slightly tense – the relief of a common ground in the form of a familiar song playing faintly on the radio. The Cramps, she thinks it had been, but she couldn’t for the life of her name the song. She had simply known that she’d worn it out in her late teens, and that this strange girl was now in her living room bobbing her head along to the same song, oblivious. “I used to love this one,” Lynn had said, breaking the comfortable quiet and hating herself for it. But then Amanda had looked back, up, at her with this odd expression, something akin to surprise or respect, and it had felt easy. She’d smirked, said something snarky, a bit rude, and Lynn had laughed, and it had been a rare easy moment for them amidst all the turmoil.

It’s nice. Unexpected, but nice. Lynn welcomes the throwbacks to her undergrad days, and the insight that the day’s music choice provides into Amanda’s strange head. Her thoughts are still a mystery to Lynn some days, but the music – it helps shine a light on whatever Amanda is thinking that day.

Sometimes, she finds the girl in an oddly energetic mood, spinning Bikini Kill or Blondie whilst she busies herself with household tasks. Often she’ll be bent over some gadget in the backyard, taking the thing apart and putting it back together – the VHS player, or the old bike in the garage that hasn’t been used in years, or some other currently unidentifiable pile of scrap metal and electronics. Lynn can’t even be mad about it. Amanda always puts them back together in perfect, or better, working condition, and so she’s content to hang in the doorway, watching curiously until Mandy perks her head up and notices. 

“Was it too loud?” she says, with grease on her cheeks and a look somewhere between defiant and owlish. 

And Lynn says, will always say, “No,” and then usually, “I love this album. What are you working on?” Amanda grins and launches into an explanation that goes straight over Lynn’s head, however similar metal and electronics and flesh and nerves might be. She furrows her brow and nods attentively, and thinks that she loves Amanda like this, almost childishly excited and hyper-focused to the bright tones of Eat to the Beat.

Similarly, Lynn can tell when it’s a bad day. She knows that when she hears Fiona Apple, Hole, even the rare occasion of Patti Smith whining from Amanda’s oversized headphones, she needs to tread a little more carefully, treat Amanda with a little extra care. That brain of hers is still a mystery to her, especially days like this when she doubts even Amanda can make sense of her tangled thoughts.

She gets this, though, the appeal of quietly enraged vocals, angsty guitars and pianos, fast or slow but equally intense either way. She remembers listening to Revenge as a teenager and how it had spoken to her, soothed emotions she hadn’t even realised she’d had, and she thinks she gets it a little bit. So she sits down on the back porch next to Amanda wordlessly, and lays her head on the girl’s shoulder to catch the odd angsty refrain leaking out of the headphones. She says nothing about the edgy look in those dark eyes, or the raw pink of her sharp cheeks and wrists from where she’d scratched and rubbed restlessly. Lynn sits silently with her, until Amanda lets out a shuddering breath and relaxes just an ounce. 

Today she unplugs her headphones and allows Lynn to listen with her fully. She leans against her shoulder heavily, allows the tenderness of backrubs or fingers combing through her hair. Other days, the headphones stay on and Lynn remains a voyeur, held at arm’s length, the vulnerability of unplugging simply too much for Amanda to bear. Either way, Lynn tucks these shared moments away inside herself and thanks whatever god there is for the safe catharsis of rageful nineties singers. 

Amanda is not a good driver. This is the main, overarching reason Lynn will give if asked why she always prefers to be in the driver’s seat of her own car. She can drive, legally, and does so without accident, but she is not good at it, and Lynn spends most rides with Amanda holding onto her fucking seat wondering if this was part of her torture repertoire when working under John. But then, she supposes, her victims would’ve been unconscious during transportation, and so all the swearing and sharp veers must be either unintentional or for the sheer thrill of it. 

That is the reason Lynn will give for not getting in Amanda’s car if she can help it. The reason she will not give, is that Amanda’s baseline – and her favourite driving music – is largely completely fucking unlistenable industrial metal. Nine Inch Nails, Nitzer Ebb, and Ministry take pride of place in the driving fast and badly playlist. It all sounds like construction site noise to Lynn, and only adds to the distressing experience of being driven around by someone she has to remind herself is criminally insane. 

Her car is in the shop, though, and they need groceries. And so, Lynn is white knuckling the seat of Amanda’s beaten up shitbox while KMFDM screeches through tinny speakers. She thinks there’s probably never been such an intense fucking drive to the grocery store in all of history.

She’s about to say something bitchy, maybe ask her to turn it off or down at the very least, but when she looks over, she snorts. Amanda has her sunglasses on and is nodding to the beat, tapping her fingers rapidly against the steering wheel, looking fully in the zone whilst she swears at another driver for daring to obey the highway code. “I can’t believe you like this shit, Mandy,” she says instead with an exasperated laugh, and gets a bright grin in response. 

“It’s fun,” Amanda defends lightly, and glances back at the road, veering around another corner way too fast. “It’s fast. I like it!” 

Lynn rolls her eyes. “‘Kill motherfuckin’ Depeche Mode?’ That’s fun?” She doesn’t see the appeal, honestly, but it fits Mandy she supposes. Erratic, brash, angry in a gleeful way. It fits her perfectly. She’ll grin and bear it, maybe even learn to love it like she had Mandy, despite all the ways she had infuriated her at first. 

Amanda opens her mouth as if she’s about to respond, but the song fades out and into the next, and she turns a soft pink instead. She reaches out awkwardly towards the dashboard to skip the song, but Lynn is fast too. Lynn knows her 00s pop music – put it down to having a young daughter and nothing else, nothing else. She grabs the girl’s slender wrist and stops her in her tracks, and the song continues. A grin spreads across Lynn’s face, and Amanda groans.

“Lynn–” 

The unmistakable intro to Toxic plays out through the speakers at the same volume as the heavy industrial stuff, and there’s no hiding from it. Amanda goes a deeper shade of pink, as if this is somehow the most embarrassing thing Lynn has learnt about her to date. 

It must be her growing sadistic streak, but Lynn can’t help but dig a little. She holds Mandy’s wrist still, hovering inches away from the skip button. “I would never have pegged you for a closet Britney fangirl, baby,” she teases, and delights in the way Amanda flushes and splutters. 

“I don’t know how that got on the playlist, Lynn – fuck – Lynn, skip it,” she stammers. 

“No, I like it,” Lynn says smugly, and sits back, entwining their fingers together and effectively stopping her from skipping it lest she crash them both into a ditch. “And so do you, apparently – keep that hand on the wheel.”

Amanda groans, but stops fighting. She squeezes Lynn’s hand hard, digs her nails in a little viciously, but keeps her other hand on the wheel and lets the bubbly pop keep playing. Even as she flushes, loudly proclaims her embarrassment, Lynn can see her knee subtly bouncing to the beat. She looks one second from whispering the lyrics to herself.

One last dig, for the fun of it. Lynn feels high on the silliness of the moment, a bubble of unfamiliar giggliness in her throat. “Do you know the dance moves too?”

“Oh my god!” Amanda exclaims, throwing her head back. She steps on the pedal in exasperation and the car surges forward. She really shouldn’t be allowed to drive. A minute later, when she finally manages to swallow down the worst of her humiliation, Amanda mumbles, barely audible above the autotune. “...Yes.”

Lynn laughs out loud.

[thegeminisage]

the tholian web episode rewrite

this post is an episode rewrite of the tholian web, an episode about jim kirk being declared prematurely dead and the enterprise, particularly spock and bones, falling to pieces until his miraculous return as a weird space ghost. i thought this ep was very very very VERY good, it's one of my all-time favs, but the end was really jumbled and didn't quite give me the payoff i wanted, so a summary of the original (which you can skip if you've seen it) plus my suggested fixes are below.

the original

the enterprise, searching for the a missing starship called the defiant, finds it in a weird area of space that is "breaking up." when jim, spock, bones, and chekov beam aboard (in space suits) they find the ship dark and full of the corpses of its crew, who all killed each other in fits of insanity, and the ship threatening to disintegrate with them on it

unfortunately, they can't all be beamed back at the same time, and jim of course insists on being last, so when the ship does disintegrate ("interphases" into another dimension), it takes him with it - with only 4 hours of air left in his space suit

because scifi, spock works out that they can get jim back if they hold perfectly still until the dimensions interphase again. but this is an episode where every possible thing goes wrong - the area of space is slowly driving the crew insane and hostile, and titular tholians show up to fire on the enterprise for being in their space past the time they said they needed initially for their rescue of kirk

spock fires back, hoping to preserve what little chance they have of saving jim, but the battle not only damages the enterprise, it also (somehow) damages the area of space they were supposed to rescue jim from, which means they have no choice to declare him dead, AND the tholians come back to start weaving some kind of forcefield (the titular web) to prevent the enterprise from leaving

btw: bones HATES this. he thinks staying to fight was stupid because they'd already lost jim and now they're going to make his death meaningless because the rest of the crew will die too. he thinks spock not emoting is heartless, and asking him to find a cure for something that isn't a disease is unreasonable. he accuses spock of being a selfish short-sighted gloryhound, etc

after kirk's funeral (baller scene; it is interrupted by yet another person erupting in screaming), bones INSISTS on watching kirk's "last orders," a tape he made prior to his death meant to be played only in the event of his passing. once bones gets spock alone, he demands to know why spock stayed and fought instead of getting jim's crew to safety like he would have wanted. spock sort of gives a nonanswer and they start fighting again, but they get interrupted by kirk's tape, which basically urges them to get along - for bones to respect spock's ability to captain and for spock to trust bones's human intuition. after the tape finishes, there's a long silence, and bones apologizes

meanwhile, uhura has seen a ghostly image of captain kirk appear in her mirror. she runs out of the room yelling for spock, but finds bones instead, who chalks it up to the space sickness having gotten her. but more and more people report seeing kirk, until finally bones and spock start arguing about it - bones even spins spock around in his captain's chair to face him when he feels spock isn't taking his concerns seriously, and then has to apologize - spock replies, "i'm sure the captain would have said, 'forget it, bones.'"

at this point kirk finally appears on the bridge. spock tries to touch him but can't, though you can see kirk mouth "spock, hurry!" 

things finally start going right: bones develops a cure for the insanity and the engines are repaired. they manage to get away from the tholian web and bring jim along with them. 

at the end of the episode jim asks if they watched his last orders. at a single exchanged glance bones and spock decide to lie about it, and promise him they behaved perfectly well in his absence 

but in MY version...

the problems

again, this ep is one of my all-time favs, but it's full and jumbled near the end. the setup was excellent, and the payoff was REALLY good, but it could have been even better.

the biggest issue was the stakes. tos loooves fake time limits and other arbitrary problems to up the stakes, but this is going way overboard. jim has 4 hours of air left in his suit AND the engines are busted from the fight AND the space is making the ship act weird AND the tholians are closing their web AND interphase only happens at random intervals AND the crew might not even be able to drive the damn ship because they're going nuts...there's so many stakes you kind of forget what you're supposed to be worried about

secondary issue was the spock and bones plot. i think they were fighting just for the sake of fighting, without any real reasons, and so their reconciliation felt a little hollow

not NEARLY enough kirk in this episode, particular cool space ghost kirk. ik it was a limitation of the sfx, but still. also, no spirk reunion. kirk deserved to see them both when he got back!!

the changes

the plot

firstly, i think interphase was explained a bit poorly, which feeds into some of the ??? near the end of the episode. i think what they wanted to convey was that some wall between dimensions was weak in this particular area, causing both the madness and the phasing in and out of reality, and these two dimensions crossed at random. i think it would have been better if there had been a predictable cycle (say, the two hour mark, an even number into kirk's 4-hour time limit), and i was never quite sure why they needed to hold perfectly still anyway

next we've got to work with the stakes. definitely keep: jim needing the 4 hours of air in his suit. the tholian web, since it is after all titular (sorry for using the word titular again) - though if it weren't, i'd be tempted to chop it too. the crew going bananas, since it is both wonderfully terrifying and can act as a "can we even drive this ship" question. however the damaged engines, and also the initial tholian wait time can def go. the "this space is making the ship itself act weird" too - perhaps the reason jim was beamed back last has something to do with the suits only being able to go one at a time, or him dropping his communicator and them not being able to lock on, idk.

so to recap: keep the scene where they beam aboard and jim has to be beamed out last, but the ship vanishes before the beaming is done. i like when jim sacrifices himself in an understated calm sort of way but i'd add just a LITTLE more rising dread here on his/the music's part because the scene is already very spooky and since i knew what was gonna happen going in i was nail-biting the entire time, and would looove to transfer some of that energy to our hypothetical new and improved episode

upon disappearance of the defiant, some scifi technobabble happens and spock figures out they'll have another chance to get jim back. unfortunately, bones doesn't buy that one bit. he and the rest of the crew (to legitimize his position and keep his accusations from seeming baseless) all think there's no possible way jim could have survived, that it's dangerous to stay where they are, and that spock should get them the hell out of dodge immediately

but spock's the captain and he says logic dictates jim might still be alive so long as there's air in the suit, so they stay. IMPORTANT: there needs to be a little bit of an argument here, involving spock saying something like "starfleet would totally agree with me and in fact if i don't fuck it up i'd be given a commendation" or something to that effect. he's not saying it because he WANTS a commendation, he's actually struggling to validate his decision to bones while also hiding the fact that he's extremely upset, but it's important. we'll get back to it later

the tholians show up. i think it would be better if the battle happened immediately to cut any confusing wait time, and this is what damages the enterprise. spock is successful in scaring the tholians off temporarily, but his ship is fucked and now they CAN'T leave, and to make it worse the tholians come back and start weaving their web. this leads us to...

spock & bones

NOW spock and bones have something concrete to fight about, instead of just bickering for the sake of bickering. bones thinks spock should have ran, but spock wanted to stay

i think a good twist for this argument in the episode that we have is that bones was under the impression spock wanted to stay for self-serving reasons (not normally an assumption he'd make about spock, but he's grieving too), and all along the reason spock wanted to stay was an emotional one. unfortunately in canon his accusations of gloryhounding came out of fucking nowhere, so we need a scene to seed in that subplot

logically speaking, the first thing that has to happen after jim's death is his funeral, which i'm saving for something else, so this scene would need to be BEFORE all that, perhaps during a pre-funeral moment of chaos where the crew are dropping like flies and the screaming arrivals are flying into sickbay. bones wouldn't be the only one bitter about spock's decision to stay behind, and someone, a fellow sickbay worker or some yeoman, makes a comment about they can't believe spock did this to them just so he can be captain, and bones is like girl WHAT and they're like yeah i totally caught him looking at transfer orders the other day

of course, spock doesn't really want to transfer off the enterprise. it's obviously a misunderstanding. i'm not totally sure why he has the paperwork...the best i can come up with is some starfleet official wanted there to be a token vulcan captain for some wack reason or another, because in tos whenever they have problems they can't logistically justify they always blame it on some backward starfleet official, so i don't see why i can't do the same

anyway, this is why we needed that argument earlier - when bones thinks back on it, spock's remark about the commendation all but confirms this new theory of his, when really had spock been on his game and not grieving he probably wouldn't have attempted to validate himself to bones at all

so this is the real conflict between them - bones think spock has gambled the lives of everyone on this ship because he thought he could outsmart the tholians, exploited jim's DEATH for his own selfish gain, and has hardened his heart against the palpable grief and loss that everyone else is displaying. none of that is true, of course, but spock would prefer to let people believe he doesn't have emotions and he has no idea anyone knows about the very irritating starfleet officials trying to poach him for another ship, so HE thinks bones is being extra irrational because of his grief (which is only a little true), right when they all need to be at their best. they will yell at each other about this for the rest of the episode.

anyway, bones is good and mad. you see the steam coming out of his ears all through kirk's funeral, which, again, is interrupted by someone starting to scream as the madness takes them. at the end of the funeral everyone is dismissed and starts to file out of the room and bones immediately jumps on spock about 1. going to see the tape and 2. his bad and selfish decisions

HOWEVER, i'd like to combine this scene with the scene of uhura spotting kirk's ghost. while people are still hurriedly leaving (mom and dad are fighting again, awkwaaard), uhura cries out that she's seen captain kirk and everyone turns to see...nothing there. bones shakes his head sadly and declares her the latest casualty of the crazy and he and spock personally take her to sickbay, barely restraining themselves from continuing their argument...

but the camera stays on the room after they leave, which slowly darkens and changes slightly in color, and the camera pans to...

a ghostly captain kirk, watching all of this with the quiet horror of a doomed man

space ghost kirk

my biggest problem with this ep was that i wanted it to be 2.01 my time of dying from s*pernatural, and it wasn't because the 60s have limits on their sfx abilities. in this fantasy world, though, i can do WHATEVERRR i want

CAPTAIN'S LOG, SUPPLEMENTAL: here kirk outlines what really happened to him, which is that he escaped the defiant during the attempted beaming but found himself floating in the enterprise in an alternate dimension - it's dark, like the defiant, and maybe green or something to visually denote the difference between kirk's dimension and ours. he can see and hear what's happening but no one, except uhura just now, can see him. he can't touch or affect anything. he is powerless. all he can do is try and figure out some sort of solution while he watches his ship falling apart - this time from kirk's pov, with lots of FUNNN spooky ambience - and, of course, spock and bones being extremely angry with one another, like fighting in sickbay after they've seen to uhura (when it's clear to jim and us that they're angry BECAUSE they're grieving)

then we get to kirk's last orders. spock tries to put bones off about this because seeing jim's face right now would kill him on the spot but bones wants to get him alone in order to violate the hippocratic oath by shaking him like a dog with a squirrel. finally spock reluctantly agrees is metaphorically dragged away to the woodshed 

more arguing but this time with kirk as a third unseen participant. bones makes an accusation and he chimes in with "spock tell him it's not true!" spock implies something about bones's abilities being compromised when he's so emotional and kirk goes "mister spock you're out of line!" spock fields the accusations of wanting a captaincy by explaining the truth about the wack starfleet officials, but bones doesn't believe him at ALL. "if you didn't want a captaincy, why did you stay and fight!?" he's sure he's got spock cornered; now he'll have to admit the truth. 

perfect time for the tape to come on. this is the same as it is in the episode, and when it stops and kirk's smiling face remains frozen onscreen, spock explains haltingly that he stayed because he wasn't sure jim was dead and couldn't bear the thought of leaving him behind. there: an emotion. he prepares for the inevitable vivisection.

instead bones apologizes, like he does in canon. i liked the line "it does hurt, doesn't it?" unlike spock, bones shows his emotions outwardly. as in canon, they get called away by plot stuff. bones leaves first. spock stays behind, looking at the screen, and reaches out almost as if to touch it. there's a moment where you think he'll break - then he puts it all away, turns on his heel and goes, and the camera pans back to kirk, speechless.

kirk notices that as time goes on and they get closer to that next interphase, he becomes visible more and more often. perhaps when he talks into the radio in his suit it could come over the intercoms or something. people start hearing him and then dismissing it. someone sights him in the engine room. spock and bones think the whole ship is going nuts, but kirk can't seem to get through to the two people who need to see him most. 

so they have to do it on their own: reconcile. develop an antidote. a toast to their departed captain with scotty, where bones finally addresses spock as captain. then, with interphase growing closer, and the tholian web coming to a close, spock and bones are on the bridge when kirk appears in front of EVERYONE

(i liked bones spinning spock's chair around and then swooning into his arms and of course the "forget it bones" is CRUCIAL, so maybe the toast/drinking the antidote takes place on the bridge, and this happens just before bones drinks his share)

anyway, this time spock reaches for him, like he does in canon, instead of aborting the motion like he did in kirk's quarters when he nearly touched the computer. but kirk vanishes again, and spock's hand closes on nothing

the ending

now that they KNOW kirk is back, everyone has to rush to beat the clock in order to both escape the tholian web and bring their captain with them

everything goes well just like it does in the episode, with the small change of: as soon as spock has directed the ship out of the web, he gives the bridge to sulu and books it to the transporter room. he arrives just in time to see jim materialize on the plate alongside bones, and he probably stands at parade rest while bones welcomes jim home like he does in the episode proper, but there's enough eye contact happening between the three of them we know spock is just as relieved as the rest of them

NOW the scene at the end, where kirk talks about how empty that universe was and how he likes a crowded one much better. i have two versions of an ending in mind and can't decide which is more fun so i'm doing them both

#1: someone, spock or bones or one of the other bridge crew members, asks jim if it was totally awful being able to see the ship in such distress and not being able to help and he dodges the question by saying he couldn't see much anyway or some stupid bullshit. then HE asks spock and bones about his last orders and they also lie. and you get the idea from their various face journeys they all know each other is lying but they're going to pretend in order to remain professional and buttoned up - and then someone says something that gets them started again. bones exasperated, spock deadpan - but it has a totally different tone from the vicious fights from earlier and it cuts the tension easily. it's an all's well that ends well moment, because you can see jim is enjoying the nice version of their bickering again.

#2: kirk asks about the last orders, spock and bones lie, and kirk calls them out on it by reminding them he could see and hear everything. this is followed with the sort of gentle and loving admonishment that kirk is capable of when he's touched which basically amounts to: thank you for continuing to be excellent and professional to my ship while privately falling apart, but if i die again, please be better to EACH OTHER so i can go to my death knowing the two of you at least have one another. spock and bones, mildly abashed, agree - and then again, someone says something to start the friendly bickering and cut the tension before the credits roll

DONE. this CONCLUDES my episode edit of the tholian web, which again is really very very good already. we love a good character death fakeout and we also love SPONES. look for more overthought episode edits someday in the future

[ruebetweenthestars]

This was supposed to be a short fic about her turning into a cat 40 pages later its a full fic longer than anything I've ever written. my oc Johari x Harry Hook. She's the daughter of scar.

 “Awe now why the long face?”  Harry Hook teased with a fake pout as he did slow taunting circles around a severely scowling Johari. Her sharp canines were bared in a silent snarl as her chin rested in her hand. She was doing her best to ignore him at all costs today.

His chirping laughter said that he knew the full situation already. The other core 4 were picked to make the journey to Auradon, the only one in their group that was left behind was Johari. While Uma’s crew took over the rest of the Isle they also took no time taking over the other group's territory including Johari’s home. She really had no choice but to join them. 

It seemed cruel even to him, like it had been done on purpose. Knowing Maleficent it probably way, still funny though. Johari had stubbornly insisted that she didn't want to go anyway. She wouldn't be pouting so hard if she didn't. What a bad liar. He enjoyed pushing her buttons because they were so easily visible to anyone else on the Isle now.

“Your little Jay-Bird didn't even say g’bye did he?” Harry gave a sarcastic wave to punctuate his sentence. “Is that why you're so sad?” He pantomimed mock tears with an exaggerated frown. A former member of Mal’s little group was a sitting duck in his pond. This was too much fun. 

The great daughter of Scar had been knocked down a few pegs and he was loving it. She swiped at him with black tipped claws which he easily dodged with just a casual lean. The smile never left his lips. 

Johari huffed as she glared at him waving her hand in dismissal now like she was trying to swat away a fly. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” She was a lion left without her pride and Harry wouldn't let her easily forget it, he was driving her crazy. “And he isn't my Jay-Bird.” She spat through gritted teeth. 

He pretended to ruminate on the question for about half a second before pulling up a chair and spinning it around to sit beside her. “Not really.” Harry answered with a hum as he tilted the chair so he could bend even closer. “Ye could’ve fooled me. But I wouldn’t pout so much if I were you. I--” 

Before he could open his mouth to continue teasing, the sound of Uma’s voice calling his name caught his attention. At once he was on his feet again, snapping up like a soldier at the ready. Johari rolled her eyes at his sudden reaction. And he was the one teasing her for having feelings for Jay. What a dog. She stuck her tongue out at him while he momentarily had his back turned. 

“Harry!” She called again. Uma had been formulating a plan for a long time now. None of the ship’s crew members would fill Johari in on any details, likely on purpose. Johari huffed.  She was getting frustrated with the hushed whispers and glances her way. It was obvious that whatever was going on involved her in some way. She wouldn't let that happen. A defiant snarl pulled at her lips as she got to her feet and stormed towards the ship’s exit. Johari was sick and tired of everything happening lately. It was going to stop today.

To her surprise her path was blocked by Gil hulking in the way. His smile was wide and lopsided. He was so unthreatening yet he towered over her. “Sorry Johari, I can't let you leave.” He raised an arm to block the door further as she tried to duck bob and weave her way past to no avail. 

“Why not?” She barked back. Her nose scrunched as she looked up at him in defiance while still trying to spot any gaps in his defenses. Before she could continue she felt a hand and hook on her shoulders, she jumped about a mile seeing Harry just behind her with a wide grin. 

“Because you, little kitty, are a part of Uma’s plan.” Harry stated simply. Johari tried to shake off his grip with a roll of her shoulders. Harry held his hands up in a fake innocence while cackling like the hyena he was. 

She was vastly outnumbered and already surrounded. The situation didn't look good. “Plan?” Johari said the word as if it were foreign. As she spun in each direction trying to search for an alternate exit the crew continued to close in. What were they going to do now, turn her into fish bait? 

The crowd parted to let Uma emerge. So this was the one Mal always called Shrimpy. She was grinning confidently with her arms crossed and her head was held high. “You are my in.” Uma stated simply as she pointed her dark eyes and stared Johari down. 

She wondered if Mal made enemies for fun around the Isle at times. Back then none of them seemed as threatening as they did now. The safety she had in numbers with the core four was gone. “You’re goin’ to Auradon.” Gil stated happily in a sing-song tone as if it were good news his arms were wide open like a wingspan as he continued to stand in the way with that goofy smile.

“Maleficent only agreed to let your friends go to Auradon to get the Fairy Godmother’s wand. Hasn't been much of a secret.” Harry gave a happy waggle of his head as he stated the news. 

“Last thing I wanna do is sit back and watch while Mal and her little group get all the credit.” Uma raised her chin confidently while her crew continued to close in. Johari was frozen where she stood. If she moved she ran the risk of running herself through from any direction. “You were one of ‘em. Now you’re with us. You’re gonna get that wand and get it back to me. Doesn't matter what you gotta do to get it.”

“Th-There’s no way. I can’t go.” Johari’s usual faux confidence began to slip as she caught herself stuttering as she held herself . There was no way of getting out of this she suddenly realized. “How do you even plan on getting through the barrier?” All she could imagine was getting fired through a cannon. Ridiculous. This wasn’t much of a master plan. 

 Uma presented a long pearl chain necklace with an iridescent scale strung neatly to the bottom. It dangled gently in the air. “I got this from Dr Facilier.” In truth it was underwhelming. It looked cheaply made as if it were a child's toy made from plastic.

“So you got scammed and bought some costume jewelry?” Johari spat. A few crew members were reaching for their swords at her comment. Uma rolled her eyes at the response. 

“This is your ticket through the barrier.” She waggled it a bit making opalescent rainbow colors shine and dance along the tiny scale. “It’s from a mermaid.” A rare piece indeed. Johari had never seen a mermaid in her life. She also avoided water if she ever could. It was a surprise to hear that they existed in the first place. 

“What makes you think I’ll do this?” Johari barked back again. She knew she was quickly losing ground. It still seemed like a flimsy plan, especially on Uma’s part. She was much smarter than that. So what was the catch? “I can’t even swim.” Johari argued weakly as if it were going to really help her case.  

“That’s why Harry will be going with you. He’s going to make sure this all goes smoothly.” Uma smirked confidently as she tossed the necklace to him which he easily caught with his hook. He spun it a bit in a short victory. 

“See? Told ya there was no reason for you to pout. You get ta’ see your little Jay-Bird.” Harry sarcastically wiggled his fingers in Johari’s face with a chuckle. “ain't that exciting?”

----

Gil followed the both of them on the short journey to what would be their boat. He was happy enough to be included in the plan if only to keep Johari from running off. It was a good thing too because there were more than a few attempts on the short walk there. 

Harry wore a cheshire grin as he spun the mermaid’s scale round and round on his hook. Uma was trusting him with something like this. Her plans were so sound he was sure that this would all be done in a flash. Revenge would be oh so sweet. Ah what a day. He was humming a tune unfamiliar to Johari who was still struggling to find a way out. 

“Look, Hook- You don't really need my help.” She protested as she tried to catch Harry’s attention with Gil looming behind her. “Why can't Uma just have you do it? She obviously trusts you. Why keep me around? I’ll just slow someone like you down.” The ocean was getting much closer now as the rocky hill that they were walking down became steeper. The beach stretched on for miles with no end in sight. How far could she run? Not far before Gil would catch her. 

“Oh please. Yer not gettin’ out of this that easy.” He spoke sarcastically and offered a fake pout as he glanced back at her. “I’m only following the Captain’s orders. Bound by duty and all that.” Harry answered with a sarcastic bow. “If she says you're going to get them to hand it over, then you will.” Harry’s confidence in Uma was staggering. It was almost disgusting. 

Gil gave a jovial laugh. “Yeah what Uma says goes.” He was still keeping Johari caged in place as the boardwalk disappeared behind them. 

“And by the way, you’re terrible at negotiating.” Harry stopped only a few steps from there happily chirping as he gestured in a grand manner towards their ride. “Here we are. Ready for take off?” 

Their boat…wasn't much of a boat at all. Maybe it had been in another lifetime. Or many. It was so ancient it could have been the first ship on the Isle. This was ages older than it should be. The wood was gray and splintered, cracked and squealed audibly at even the gentle drifting lap of the salt water. The bottom was encrusted with barnacles, starfish and other sea life. 

Johari’s eyes widened in horror as she wondered if it was even seaworthy. She knew she would drown before she reached either shore. Not only could she not swim, there was another problem that she couldn't bear to tell either of them. Especially Harry. She wouldn't. There had to be some sort of way to get out of this before they got through that stupid barrier.   

In a last ditch effort Johari tried to catch Harry off guard and snatch the mermaid’s scale from his grasp. She leapt forward, almost grazing the last edge of a pearl in her claws. Unfortunately Gil was at the ready plucking her easily off of her feet and lifting her into the air while pinning her arms at her sides. She squirmed in his grasp yet it didn't do much at all except make her look like a small child. 

The two pirates had a good laugh watching her struggle aimlessly in the air. “Maybe you'll get promoted when you get back.” The wide genuine smile and positivity in Gil’s voice only served to stoke her temper further. He placed her in the boat easily as if she were a doll instead of a full grown person.

 Harry jumped in beside her causing the small vessel to rock back and forth over the shallow water. Before she could stop him Harry was already kicking off of the sand waving a confident goodbye to Gil. The distance between the water and the shore was growing rapidly thanks to the strong ocean currents. 

Harry looked the happiest Johari had ever seen him before. He was enjoying torturing her like this and she knew it. Smug jerk. She was still frantically looking from side to side trying to gauge the swimming distance if she dove in from this distance. Her features grew ever paler as she watched the Isle begin to shrink. 

“Hook I'm sure you can be reasoned with- I can't go to Auradon.” She began to plead as her hands latched onto either side of the small vessel. If she wasn't careful she’d splinter it further with her claws which were already causing deep gauges in the old wood. Her bright hazel eyes were wide and owlish.

 He briefly entertained the idea as he watched how the mermaid scale glistened in the light and almost blended into the seaspray. It wove in and out of view as it became one with the sea and then sparkled wonderfully in the air against the open sky. Uma must have paid a pretty penny for something like this. She trusted him of course, but her? There was a part of him that was almost offended that Uma was putting so much faith in Johari of all people. Maybe this was a challenge. 

“Don't ignore me Hook!” She tried to keep her voice firm as she pleaded for his attention. It cracked halfway through her sentence as a short stray wave made the boat sway. So much for pride.  

“Face it. Yer out of options lass.” Harry cast her a short glare over his shoulder. Harry for once was silent as he raised his hook in a threatening manner as he slowly eyed Johari.Their constant back and forth was beginning to get on his nerves. The barrier was coming into view now. They were getting closer to the goal. Once they were through it would be smooth sailing. 

If this was his chance to prove something to Uma then he had to make sure it all went well. The daughter of Scar looked pretty pathetic this way.  It would be so easy to gut her like a fish right here and leave her out to sea while he did the rest of the job. Uma really wouldn't be that mad as long as he came back with the wand. Right? Harry turned his gaze forward as he heard no further complaints. 

He felt his heart lurch in his chest as he suddenly felt hands wrap around his hook trying to pull him backward. She was crazier than anyone he’d ever met for trying that. “Yer out of your fuckin’ mind!” Harry growled as he tried to shake off the iron grip and the boat began to severely rock from side to side in the struggle.

 Water was flooding the floorboards. Waves upon diagonal waves were beginning to get too close for comfort. As he cast his glance backward he realized it wasn’t Johari trying to pry the mermaid’s scale from around his hook. They were scaled green webbed hands tipped with black twisted claws. His eyes widened in awe. 

A large decaying mass of seaweed resembling hair began to pull itself from the waters with a spindling groan. There was nothing musical about that sound. The both of them stifled screams as Harry tried to shake off its grip. Johari lurched forward in an attempt to free him.  

Before either of them could register what was happening the boat creaked and began to dip to the side with a push from a large unseen wave. It held them there in a gravity defying right angle. It kept the small boat suspended in the air like a skateboard before slamming it down into the angry spray with a heavy and deafening crash. There was a rush of salt water and bubbles then nothing but engulfing darkness. 

-- 

When Harry awoke the night had already taken over. Stars hung lazily in the sky and a gentle breeze blew along the shoreline. He groaned as he picked himself up, his body ached with every movement. So they made it through the barrier. Maybe not in the way he had imagined, but they were through now. He wiped at the sand caked onto his face in disgust. How long was he out? His head pounded with every beat of his heart the pain rivaled any hangover he’d ever had.

Only after finally calming his nerves he saw that his hands were covered in deep bleeding welts. The sea salt and debris made them sting. Harry hissed as he put the pain in the back of his mind, only now remembering that he didn't come here alone. The beach was quiet, only the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the occasional bird call could be heard. He was the only one there. “Johari?” His voice echoed in the wind to no answer. “Fuck…” 

Whatever had attacked them meant business. He guessed it wanted the scale back even if it was no longer attached to anything alive. How did Dr Facilier even manage to get such a trinket? It made sense why he sold it so cheaply now. 

So the trip to Auradon didn't go quite as planned. Apparently the barrier didn't go underwater and the ocean did the rest of the work for them. Fine then. That cut out parts one and two of the plan. He knew he had to be careful now, he was in enemy territory after all. It wasn't as if he could disguise himself and sneak in this way. He had to keep a low profile. 

He surveyed his surroundings seeing no remnants of the boat or the supposed mermaid. Quickly he realized that his hook was missing. Panic rose in his chest. He began to rapidly comb the beach in frantic search of it. He was too preoccupied to notice the lurching tail in the nearby waters watching him search. It followed his every move daring him to venture back into the water.  

Now he could see broken pieces of wood scattered haphazardly around the beach. Some were floating in the water. The rest of their boat he presumed. So much for the getaway plan. The ocean could have spat the two of them out anywhere. The last thing that he wanted was to play this game of chase. “Johari?” His voice carried in the wind once more to no answer. This was going to take a lot longer than he thought. All he could do now was find her and his hook hopefully in the same place. 

----

The core four were making themselves at home in Auradon. Mal and Evie were talking about cosmetics and discussing the intricacies of formulating a love spell. Carlos was busy trying out the new thrill of video games for the first time. Then there was Jay. They were all too preoccupied in their new little worlds to notice Jay brooding behind them in the corner. 

 It seemed to him as if the others had suddenly forgotten that they had left one of their group behind. Of course it wasn’t their choice. Maleficent made half hearted reassurances that they would all see eachother again shortly, repeating old phrases like ‘distance makes the heart grow fond or something’. He didn't have the heart to tell Mal that he didn’t believe a word out of her mother’s mouth ever. It certainly didn’t do much to make Jay feel any better, that was for sure. 

He was leaving one of his best friends back on the Isle. Maybe they were more than that. He wasn’t sure even now. They had been whisked away in a limo before he could really confirm those feelings. Just how  was Johari doing back home? This place was plenty of fun, sure. There were so many things to steal and get into from the contents of drawers or closets and bags he was having the best pick pocketing day of his life. She would love this. But without the whole team it felt as if there was a large piece missing. 

“Hey Mal?” Jay heard himself question. Her head popped up from between the pages of her spell book as she hummed in answer. “Is there anything in there that could get Johari here?”

“No sorry Jay.” Mal could only shake her head. “I could try a transportation spell but I'm not sure I could even get her here in one piece.” Her eyebrows knit in concern as she bit her lip and  thought of all the possible ways that kind of spell could go wrong. “Wouldn’t be pretty if I messed up.” Well that wasn’t very reassuring. 

“Want me to check my mirror?” Evie prompted as she continued to admire her hair. Everything looked so much better here. There was a natural sparkle to everything. Maybe it was the lighting or lack of dirt. Both? It was sad watching her friend mope when there were so many fun and exciting things here. 

If Maleficent’s plan worked then it would all be theirs too. She didn't wait for an answer before reciting a short incantation. “Mirror, Mirror, in my hand- show me where Johari is in the land.” The mirror sparkled lightly. Considerably less than usual. The magic that Evie was used to sputtered and popped. She wondered if the mirror had somehow suddenly broken. 

 The images came up slowly and blinked in and out of view like a laggy computer. There was a large rolling wave towering far above and then a spray of silt and sand before going to a black screen. The mirror refused to show anything more despite any of Evie’s desperate efforts (tapping it rather hard on the corner of the nearby dresser). 

“Oh-no.” She tried to show a smile to defuse the group's growing worry at her reaction. She covered the mirror with a gloved hand. 

“Did she try to swim?” Mal tried to keep her voice low, she was sure that any of the other Auradon kids could be listening just outside of the door. 

“I don’t know.” Evie gave a hushed whisper as she continued to try to revive the last image the mirror displayed. It only showed up as a murky green color without many clear details.  

“What did you see?” Jay stood then craning his neck so he could try to peer over her shoulder. 

“Nothing!” The look of concern on his face only grew as the girls looked back at him. Their overly confident answer in unison gave him the creeps. They were always doing that. Whatever had happened it wasn't good and neither of them were doing very well at trying to convince him. 

“Did something happen?” Carlos was distracted by the sound of his friends' voices over the excitement of his video game. He took his headphones off to glance at the rest of the group. 

“You’re telling me she tried to swim here?.” Jay was looking ready to bolt out of the door. He was shifting his weight eagerly from foot to foot.  

Evie was the one to stand quickly in front of him to keep him from even doing so. “We can't just jump to conclusions!” Yet the nervous glance that she gave the mirror in her hand said otherwise. “Maybe it wasn't that bad.” Her half hearted smile didn't go very far. 

“She’s right. We can't just go swimming across the ocean to go and check. I’m sure she’s fine.” Mal tried to calm the situation. She pinched the bridge of her nose in thought. “We have to focus and get the wand, anyway. The faster we get it the faster our problems will disappear.” 

Jay crossed his arms as he continued to glance towards the spell book mirror and door. He had a limited knowledge of magic and how it worked. Jay knew he couldn't do anything if he had either item in his possession. Stealing them for once wouldn’t work in his favor. It was really no use trying to convince either of them that they had to go back. Yet he didn't want to give up on the subject. 

“I found a love spell earlier, we should get to the kitchen. Once this is all over we’ll see eachother again.” Mal announced and nodded to herself as if agreeing with her own plan. “Let’s get going guys.” The way she sounded like her mother was only continuing to make Jay nervous. He followed behind her anyway.

--

The morning light as the sun rose was dazzling as it glimmered along the ocean waves. It blanketed the beach in a warm yellow summer glow. It made Johari’s head pound. Too bright. As her eyes slowly opened she felt the sudden pain of a splitting headache. Her surroundings were unfamiliar. What had happened? 

A silver hook lay in the sand ahead just out of reach shining brightly in the rising morning sun like a silver beacon. The reflection it was making burned her eyes. The mermaid’s scale was missing. Anything she’d ever heard about them was wrong. They weren't pretty and sweet, mermaids were vicious. She had yet another reason to fear open water.

Where was Harry? He was never far from his hook. She silently hoped he wasn’t hurt. The last she saw of him was a bloody struggle. A few gashes stung her arms as well. She paid them no mind. She tried to get to her feet but found herself crashing back to the ground. No. This wasn’t the Isle, it was Auradon! 

The only thing that her father had ever given her before departing to some unknown place on the Isle was a curse. When she wasn’t home with the barrier blocking the dark magic she took the form of a small lion like the rest of her family, unable to speak in any human way. Her paws felt awkward and clunky on the soft malleable sand. She almost fell forward a few times as she struggled to get used to the feeling. 

Johari was alone. There were no other prints around. If they had made it to their destination she had to find her way to one of the VKs before anyone else did. Johari pawed at Harry’s hook, momentarily forgetting she no longer had the use of her hands. 

Instead she had to awkwardly carry it with her mouth. Her sensitive feline nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought of tasting nothing but dirty briny metal for weeks. It smelt heavily of the sea, the thought dawned on her of why Mal had given the Captain that nickname. Ugh. The evident disgust on her wrinkled feline face would have been rather funny to any passerby. 

Did she really need to give it back to him? No, not really. The mermaid had done what she only thought of doing. Maybe if she wasn’t distracting him so much the both of them could have noticed something lurking beneath the water. Johari shook her head trying to free it from her thoughts. She was sure that Harry Hook was fine. If she got the hook to her friends she could tell them what was going on. 

The grand towering halls of Auradon prep stood before her with her friends safe inside. The trek would take twice as long now to even reach the school premises. Johari huffed before steeling her nerves. She was Scar’s daughter. What couldn’t she pull off? If she was careful she could do this her way. Maybe her size would be an advantage. She confidently started up the path towards the school’s entrance.  

---

It was time for Tourney and Carlos was absolutely dreading the thought. The sun was high in the sky and made things far too hot already. They hadn’t even really started yet. This was only what the coach kept referring to as practice. Things were going admittedly well for Carlos up until that point. That was until he heard barking. His blood ran ice cold. Dogs. Here in Auradon. 

He’d heard a rumor that they allowed them here but he didn't expect he’d be running for his life so soon. Before he knew what he was doing panic set in and Carlos barely stifled a scream. He was bolting head first into the woods. The stout mutt was hot on his trail while yapping loudly. 

As soon as he reached the cover of the forest he did his best to scale a tree in order to save his life. Only then did Carlos realize that he wasn’t the only one being chased. What looked to be a cat-like creature was bounding only just behind him. It used his head as a jumping pad before launching itself high into the tree he had partially climbed. There it clung onto a high branch yowling loudly in distress. 

Ben had come to the rescue ready to save Carlos from the dangers of the Campus’ mutt. As the future king explained that there was no real danger he helped the son of Cruella down from his perch. Neither of them paid much attention to the cat far above them struggling to balance on twin branches. Dude was the only one who noticed as he continued his barking mantra in an alarm that neither of them could understand. 

Ben barely had the time to heed the mutt’s warning before he was assaulted with something hard and metal. It cracked him in the head on its way down and it was sure to leave a good welt and bruise. 

“What was that?” Ben groaned as he held the growing red spot along his temple. Carlos stifled a laugh as he heard the normally well mannered future king swear profusely under his breath. He lifted a hand in an effort to hide the smile he’d cracked. It was a nervous habit that often got him in trouble. 

A familiar metal hook lay on the ground at their feet. Carlos recognized it instantly and swiped it up while hiding it behind his back. To divert the future king’s attention he came up with a lame excuse. ”Does the uh,- sky fall here too?” He tried giving Ben a weak grin hoping he wouldn't see right through his paper thin line. 

“What?” Ben retorted, there was a thin droplet of blood running along his forehead. His eyebrows knit in confusion. 

“Uh, nothing.” Carlos tried to recover. “You should get that checked out at the nurse’s office. Why don't you uh, show me where that is.” He nodded at his own suggestion while placing a gentle hand on Ben’s shoulder. 

Carlos gave an awkward laugh as he tried to steer him towards the Tourney field again. Since Mal’s spell had worked he was thankfully vulnerable to most suggestions. “Oh, uh yeah, sure.” Ben went along with it, seeming to be too preoccupied with the sting of his wound to care much about the new kid’s logic. 

It wasn’t the weirdest thing he had heard from a Vk lately. “C’mon Dude.” He called and whistled weakly for the dog to follow. Carlos only hoped that the hook hanging from his belt loop behind his back wasn’t as noticeable as he thought it was. 

----

“Where did you find that?” Mal demanded as she snagged the hook from Carlos. What could this mean? Her already pale complexion went even lighter at the whiplash of possibilities. Was Uma and her crew somehow in Auradon? If so, how?

“Fell from the sky when I was being chased by Dude.” Carlos shrugged as if it were an everyday situation. The sky is raining the tools of their enemies from back home, just another Tuesday no need to worry. Now he held the shaking dog which was still rapidly searching for the overgrown feline on the school’s premises. 

“The sky?” Jay prompted. Was it possible that Uma’s ship was overhead? At first it sounded ridiculous, but since coming here they had all seen magic and things that they would never begin to believe on the Isle. 

Carlos sighed. “Look, I don't know where it came from either.” Dude was on high alert with his ears perked up high and his little nose quivering. “I don't think it means Uma’s here, though. The ocean could’ve taken it from anywhere.”  

“All the way from the Isle?” Evie kept her tone light yet the disbelief in her voice was evident. It was unlikely. Ocean currents were strong but not that precise. The son of Hook never let it go if he could help it. Her fingers nervously drummed along the night stand beside her. Maybe that meant that he wasn't far. Or he had something to do with Johari possibly drowning. Evie didn't dare voice those thoughts. 

“Wouldn’t we notice right away if they were here?” Jay asked as he ran a hand through his hair. “Vks aren’t really that subtle, y'know?” It still didn't explain the hook's sudden appearance. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. None of this made much sense. His head was beginning to hurt from trying to make so many connections.      

Dude was ready to launch himself out of Carlos’ arms, his gaze was fixated on something far in the distance. There was a movement in the trees that was unnatural. He growled in a low, very unthreatening rumble. He sounded like a squeaky toy engine instead of a fierce canine. Before the group could continue to argue Dude bolted forward leaping down half the stairway in one jump. He was barking in a frenzy excited about the hunt. 

“What do you think he’s after?” Mal stepped forward while following his trail into the woods.

--

The plan was supposed to be easy. So far it was anything but that. Harry continued to comb the parameters of the beach in search of his Hook. As the morning continued to creep on it became harder to stay out of sight. People were everywhere! How did they ever get a moment's peace? Every few minutes he found himself ducking past buildings and hiding in the shadows like the world's most self aware thief. 

Looking for Johari in such a crowded place was difficult. All of these people looked alike with their fancy pastel dresses and gem encrusted everything. The entire place was an eye straining spectacle with too much glitter. In a way, it reminded him of flamingos. That’s what they all looked like. 

He was sure that the other Vks would come around eventually. Keeping himself hidden from them would be the real challenge. If he was lucky he could find Johari first and take control of the situation before she found her friends and ratted him out. This wasn’t his first mission by himself, no. Uma had trusted him, that's what mattered. He didn't want to disappoint her by coming back empty handed, of course. 

Speaking of empty handed, the absence of his hook was beginning to severely bother him. That supposed mermaid was ready to exact a much more gruesome revenge, he’s lucky he was still in one piece. A nagging voice in the back of his mind wondered if Johari had suffered such a fate. He knew she couldn’t swim. Had she even reached the shore? Things would be a little more complicated if that were the case. 

Harry’s grim thoughts were interrupted by a loud piercing howl of a bark. It only sort of resembled a hunting dog. The sound was more like a squealing tire. It was abnormally small sounding and considerably less fierce. 

A purse sized dog was pelting across the Tourney field like a force of nature. Just behind it were the rest of the Vks who were barely keeping up with the mutt. As they passed his hiding place Harry noticed a familiar bright silver glint. His hook was hanging off of Mal’s belt. How did she get a hold of it? He barely had time to process the thought before his feet were moving in their direction while being careful to stick to the treeline and stay out of sight. 

The group had come to a large twisted tree with long winding branches that reached at least ten feet high. Carlos made a remark about finding the hook here of all places. Harry’s eyes squinted as he tried to take in all of the details. What the hell were they looking at?

The core four were distracted by whatever was lodged in the top of the tree. He was too far away to hear their muffled conversations. There had to be a way to get his hook back while they were all so conveniently distracted. 

Mal was busily leafing through the pages of her spell book in search of some solution to getting the creature down. Dude only ceased his incessant yapping as he heard another sound, his attention was drawn towards the nearby shrubs. He couldn't make the decision, it was such a hard choice. Go after the new smell or the cat in the tree that was  just in (not really) arms reach. 

He made his choice. Dude continued to attempt to blast off and get himself up off of the ground with each barking effort. The other three had their attention on either Dude or the animal stuck up in the tree. Harry took advantage of the confusion as Mal was finishing her incantation. He did a quick dodge roll in an attempt to swipe his hook off of the daughter of Maleficent while she had her back turned. 

Unfortunately Mal’s spell was a complicated and delicate one, the mere bump from the other villain was enough to make her stutter. The green lit magic sputtered before blinking out completely dropping the small lion on top of them all. If not for the larger than average feline plummeting out of the tree above Harry may have gotten away with it unnoticed. 

The core four immediately noticed him in that moment as he had also been knocked down. “You!” Mal hissed as she made eye contact. 

“Sorry, can’t stay and chat.” Harry could only flash a quick grin as he reached for his hook. Before he could, the cat bolted from the scene snatching it before his eyes. The immediate deadpan would have been funny if not for the situation he suddenly found himself in. 

Losing your only leverage so quickly was certainly embarrassing. Harry knew he had only seconds to get away and it was already four against one. His speed was rather impressive as he went after the lion and his hook. 

“Get him!” Mal demanded as she struggled to get to her feet. The other Vks tried to keep up, each splitting off in a different direction in an attempt to trap them. Carlos managed to catch up to Dude and easily scooped the ever barking dog into his arms. 

The cat and Hook were still pelting across the Tourney field. Jay was the one to come close to catching him, Harry was surprised by his speed. They were neck and neck for a short while. Since being here Harry had almost forgotten that this was their home turf now. The glint of his hook in the sunlight was almost blinding. He was so close he could finally see what was carrying it. The large feline continued to glance back at him, its bright hazel eyes were wide with adrenaline and panic. 

Harry stopped short, almost tripping in a short ditch. There was a human familiarity in those eyes. Jay came extremely close to tackling him down at that moment. 

If the feline hadn’t suddenly made a U turn he would have been caught. Instead of Hook, Jay landed squarely on the feline while easily restraining it in his arms. He retrieved the hook from its mouth only to promptly get bitten by the lion. 

Harry took advantage of the situation  snatching his hook away as Jay dropped it and ran treeline again while easily disappearing into the cover of the thick brush. 

The other three caught up to Jay while trying to catch their breath. He struggled to keep a hold of the little lion as she continued to thrash in a panic. What the hell was this thing? He’d seen a lot of interesting things and animals in Auradon but not something so large. Dude was still barking and yapping in alarm despite anything Carlos tried to console him. 

“How did he get here?” Evie’s voice was concerned as she winced at the sight of the deep and freshly bleeding bite mark on his arm. 

Mal was fuming with her eyes glowing a piercing green. “Forget how I want to know why.” Her hands were balled fists at her sides. Harry getting away was worse than losing track of a spider in your bed. You’d have to burn it down. The entire thing. Knowing he was on the loose sent her brain into overdrive. “What does he have planned?”

The feline continued to struggle while being almost wholly engulfed in Jay’s arms. It was writhing in a way that was all too human, trying to twist and turn to pass her head through the small gap that was available. Any other cat would have torn him to pieces by now before running off. “Anybody seen one of these before?” Jay was surprisingly okay with being so severely clawed at and bitten. 

Evie’s eyes widened a bit. “I’m not sure. It doesn't look much like any cat I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure that’s what it is.” The lion’s eyes shone with a glint of familiarity at seeing her. Slowly she unlatched her teeth from Jay’s arm and gave it a ginger lick instead. Jay winced a bit at the feeling but still didn't drop her. 

“Where’d it even come from? I don't think I’ve seen any since we got here.” Carlos was still trying to keep Dude calm enough to not attack again. He was small but Dude was convinced he was the school’s one and only guard dog. Failure was not an option. Death before dishonor.

“Does that thing belong to him?” She cast a worried glance at the rest of her friends. 

“Who knows.” Mal sighed. “We need to find Harry, and fast.” She gave the woods a cursory glance. She was afraid the rest of Uma’s crew were lurking in the shadows. “The last thing we need is anyone from Auradon finding him before we do.” Anxiety was evident on her face as she could only imagine what sort of chaos could ensue if someone else found him first. Trying not to blow their cover here wasn’t even going to be an option with him running around. 

“Maybe we should split up? Auradons a big place.” Jay offered as he gave a shrug. The lion in his arms resembled a wide eyed deer in headlights. They still had no idea. Johari struggled considerably less. There was no getting out of this. 

“Wait wait- what are we supposed to even do when we find Hook? We can’t just send him back, even if we wanted to.” Carlos’ eyebrows knit together in concern. It wasn’t like they could hide him from the rest of Auradon before they could find the wand themselves. Could they possibly convince him to join their cause instead of whatever plan he was already following? It would be even bigger trouble if he wasn’t alone. 

“He’s right,” Evie agreed with a nod. “Maybe we should cross that bridge when we get there.” 

Mal gave a roll of her eyes as she gave an exasperated sigh. “If we get there.” 

“Maybe we should get that arm of yours patched up first Jay.” Evie scrunched her nose a bit at the comment before she placed a gentle hand on Jay’s back while steering him towards the main building of the school. She didn't give him much time to argue at all. Every few steps she gave the lion a cautious glance.

 Mal and Carlos broke off each in their own respective directions to very nonchalantly search the school for another villain.

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Harry had managed to get fairly far into the nearby woods in a short amount of time. Adrenaline was singing in his veins. This was the most excitement he’d had in a long while. As Harry attempted to catch his breath he caught a fit of laughter. He pressed his back to a tree in a weak attempt to stay somewhat hidden. 

Finally he’d retrieved his hook. Relief flooded the back of his mind.  It looked far more banged up and scuffed than when he’d had it last. That was to be expected after the journey it had. Bite marks scoured the sides. At least it was back in his hands again. He would have been caught for sure if not for that cat suddenly turning around with it. Those hazel eyes were so familiar. Far too human. No animal behaved that way.

Another laugh. He couldn’t stop it. So it was her. That was why she was fighting him tooth and nail to stay on the Isle. It was on purpose. Maleficent didn’t allow her to come to Auradon for a good reason. He was close to cackling like a hyena as he made the connection. The look on her face. So she really was a fuckin’ animal. It must’ve happened the second they crossed the barrier. 

 If he wasn't careful someone would hear him laughing away like this. What was he supposed to do now? The other Vks knowing he was in Auradon was going to make things complicated. The oh so easy plan of waltzing into the museum to steal the wand with Johari wouldn’t work quite as well now. Everyone would be on high alert. 

He mulled over the idea of somehow swimming back to the Isle and leaving her behind. It might make life simpler. Then again there were savage mermaids in the waters, he now knew. Getting turned into immediate fish food wasn’t really on his agenda. 

“Hey!” A nearby voice startled him so badly he almost leapt out of his own skin. Harry's head whipped around in each direction while searching for the source. “Down here!” His eyes were drawn downward towards a nearby pond. It was more of a stagnant puddle, really. The surface was lightly shimmering while small waves erupted from its center. He knelt down to peer at it, searching for a fish or some other new magical creature. 

He was greeted by the face of an angry looking Uma. Her eyebrows were tightly knit and her lips were pulled back in a snarl. “Harry, what are you doing?” her voice was demanding as it echoed throughout the water. It must have been some sort of magic from her mother’s necklace. 

He flashed a charismatic grin hoping it would ease the tension. Nothing was going according to plan and of course he couldn't let her know that. “Getting tha’ wand?” He punctuated the sentence with a short giggle. His heart was still racing. Making her angry now would only make his life worse. 

Uma almost growled. “You better be.” Her eyes slowly squinted as she examined his reflection from her end. “Where’s Johari?” She craned her neck to see if she was somehow hiding behind him. When she didn't see much she quirked an eyebrow in silence.

“About tha’.” Harry only laughed again as he glanced backward in an effort to make sure that none of the others were still on his trail. “Ya forgot to tell me somethin’ important.” His fingers idly drummed against the tree behind him. He was getting an uneasy feeling of being watched. 

“And what's that?” Uma was already losing what little patience she had. The plan was supposed to be easy. Walk in, walk out. That's it. What could have gone so wrong? Things usually didn’t go wrong when it came to Harry. The waters around the Isle were getting abnormally rougher. There was a storm brewing somewhere and it was keeping her on edge. 

“Ya didn’t tell me she’s a cat, y'know for real.” He eyed his captain’s reflection in the rippling water as if it were somehow a glaring mistake on her part. He waved his hands a bit as he spoke, twirling the hook as he pointed it towards the shallow water. “Puts a bit of a ding in things doesn’t it?” 

He could hear the gullible laughter in the background from Gil. “You didn’t know?” The son of Gaston was attempting to cram himself into the shot beside Uma. She only rolled her eyes and gave him a light shove to the side. 

“What he said. She always told us she was cursed.” Uma spoke as if she were stating a universal truth that everyone else knew. Her arms were crossed as she shook her head slowly. “She’s Scar’s daughter. What do you mean you didn't know?” Uma’s curt laugh only made Harry feel worse in the moment. 

Embarrassment was making him feel rather small. “She only ever threatened to curse me.” Harry retorted as the other two stifled their own laughter. He held his arms up with his palms facing upward. Okay, so fine. Everyone but him knew then. The light dusting of heat on his cheeks only made him feel more awkward.  

“I wonder why.” A slow smirk pulled at her lips. “Harry, I picked her because I figured it would be a nice distraction for the others. Don't lose focus. Get that wand. I don’t care how.” As soon as she gave the last word her image began to flicker in and out of view. 

Harry heard nearby voices coming down the forest trail. He swore to himself under his breath as he scaled the tree he was standing against in an effort to stay out of sight. Now he would have to somehow keep an eye on Johari while staying out of sight. Which was easier said than done. 

He held his breath as he watched Jay and Evie carry her towards the school.  

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Making it back to their room without being noticed wasn't really easy. Plenty of the Auradon students couldn't miss the sight of Jay running full speed ahead with a child sized cat in his arms. Was he bleeding too? The villain kids made each day interesting, that was for sure. No one wanted to say anything about them having so many pets so suddenly. At least most of them averted their gazes and pretended not to openly stare the entire way down the hall. 

Dude had to be kept on the complete opposite side of the room from the small lion. It would be a fight he couldn't win. Carlos held him close while eyeing the feline from afar. 

Despite being bitten rather harshly Jay continued to carry and pet Johari like a normal cat, completely unaware it was one of his closest friends. She was purring rather loudly against her own wishes as she got a scratch behind the ears. It would be humiliating when they found out. Her heart was racing at the notion.They were doing rather well by themselves here. Did they even notice her absence? 

Mal was the frustrated one. She was repeatedly pacing back and forth with her arms crossed as she continued to brood and brainstorm solutions.  Evie was worried she would run a rut through the nice carpet. None of this seemed very right. Why would Hook come here by himself? He was usually latched onto Uma’s side at all times. 

Evie’s attention was drawn towards Johari who prickled a little as she felt eyes on her back. “Jay, are you sure you should be petting that..thing?” She pointed with a twirling of her finger. “It already bit you.” She gestured towards the fresh bandages wrapped neatly around his arms. “A few times, actually.” 

“Dude doesnt like it at all. It doesn't look normal.” Carlos peered from around the guard dog in his lap and shook his head slowly. The mutt had his teeth bared in a permanent but silent snarl. 

Jay clicked his tongue. “Dude was chasing it first. It’s just a cat.” He tried to argue while keeping his voice low. Their dorm room was wide open, other students were running by here and there. Some poked their curious heads in before being easily scared off. 

“What I want to know is why it had the hook in the first place.” Mal stopped her rapid pacing and lifted her head with the sudden idea. Johari’s eyes were wide. Fuck Mal was always observant.  She squinted her bright green eyes as she looked Johari over slowly. Stiffened thinking that if she kept still maybe they wouldn't notice if she tried to slip away. Mal was a dragon not a T-rex.

Jay cracked a smile and laughed at his own joke. “You think Harry Hook is a cat person?” His tone was full of disbelief. “Maybe all this pressure is getting to us. I don't think there’s much to worry about.” Johari squirmed. If only she could speak.  

“What do you mean, nothing to worry about?” Mal practically spat dragonfire. She straightened her back and flashed a very fake smile as Ben passed by on his walk down the hall. Her facade dropped the second he was out of sight, replaced by a short scowl. 

“Maybe he’s right.” Evie placed a gentle hand on her friend’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay Mal.” 

Mal sighed and the tension slowly began to leave her shoulders. Evie was always the diplomat. How could they all be so nonchalant here? There was no way they could all go back out in search of Hook all day and night without being asked a million incriminating questions. The last thing that she wanted to do was drop the subject. But their backs were against the wall. 

“Fine then. Let’s get started on making that spell we talked about.” 

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Night finally fell again. The Vks had fallen asleep at last. Johari had been treated like a stray all day. Sleep had evaded her for most of the night as she waited for the others. One of the Auradon kids had even offered her kitty kibble. That was especially humiliating. She was beside Jay who had kept an eye on her since the tree incident. If these were different circumstances she might be elated. This however, was not like the romance of her dreams. 

This entire trip was like a bad nightmare that she couldn’t wake from no matter how hard she tried. Uma’s orders echoed at the back of her mind. Would she have to steal the wand from her friends? They had barely noticed her absence from the group, that was for sure. She had never felt so alienated while being so close to them all. 

She sighed heavily. Uma’s crew wasn’t much better but it was a place to belong. Even if she didn't really belong. She never thought she would long for that broken down hammock at the bottom of the ship. Johari had her eyes shut tightly in an effort to fall asleep and forget everything that had happened that day. 

The moment a wave of relaxation washed over her her sensitive ears picked up the lightest of sounds. Footsteps. Not the normal ones either. They were heavier than usual. Jay only mumbled in his sleep and rolled over, leaving her space enough to crawl away ever so slowly. Her paw pads barely made a sound as she landed onto the cool marble floor. She gave him a cautionary glance backward as she held her breath. At least he was a heavy sleeper.

Even with her nightvision she couldn’t see who was approaching. Johari instinctively kept her head and shoulders low and her breathing controlled. The footfalls were heavy despite being so slow. Whoever they were, they were doing their best to sneak around. The second they rounded the corner she felt her feline eyes widen to take in every detail. 

Harry glanced nervously over his shoulder as he fumbled throughout the halls. He wasn’t very good at being stealthy at all. He was bumping and knocking into various pieces of furniture. It was a wonder that no other students had awoken to find him and sound the alarm. Johari could hear him swear under his breath as he peered through another dormitory door just next door. 

The moment his head was turned she slowly coiled her muscles and launched herself forward with claws outstretched. Thankfully the only audible sound they made was a thud as the two rolled and landed on the regally carpeted floor. Johari purred softly in triumph as she had him easily surprised and pinned, the look of genuine shock on his face made it all worth it.

Harry came to his senses quickly and pushed her to the side as he righted himself. “You.” His voice was a hushed whisper as he nodded and pointed back towards the way he came. For once he looked stern. Johari only responded by giving the deep welts along his arm a soft lick. 

The sensation made him jump as it stung. The wounds were a deep itching red. He had been ignoring it since he’d gotten them. He pushed her away with his free hand, it was almost as big as her feline face. “Enough.” He kept his voice low in spite of the pain that he was trying to hide. The look of hurt on her face was evident, with a soft growl she turned away from him. He was lucky she hadn’t bitten him too. 

They both gave a cursory glance back at the other Vks who were surprisingly still sound asleep. Harry wondered silently if they could sleep through a cannon going off. He gestured again for Johari to pick up the pace as he led her through a winding passageway through the halls the way he came. Each creak and groan made them both jump. For being the evil masterminds behind stealing the wand, they weren't very threatening at this moment as they huddled together through the halls like a couple of teenagers out past curfew. 

They only broke their silence as they passed the grand hall which seemed to echo with every step of his boots and click of Johari’s claws against the finely polished surface.  Harry tried to make a shushing motion as he pressed the tip of the hook against his lips. The entire school felt eerily quiet. It felt too easy. Had there really been so little guard around this place? 

The squeal of the front door hinges was sure to alert everyone, right? They both glanced backward before making a run for it. For as far as they ran no one came after them. The path they continued down was a long one. As they both ran the main trail towards the woods seemed longer than usual with Harry leading the way. Johari was questioning silently where he was going. 

While Johari was stuck with the others he took his time to survey the area. The rolling hills sloped steeply towards the Enchanted Lake. He’d overheard it had the power to wash away certain enchantments. He was surprised that something like that had even existed here. He didn’t believe that it would really work at all. Magic water? Then again his arm had almost been torn to ribbons by a mermaid the day before. He was learning to expect the unexpected.

 Harry watched Johari as she ran on all fours. She was most certainly a lion, there was no mistaking it the longer he looked. There was still a sharp humanity about her eyes though, it gave him the creeps. A part of him still wanted to laugh at her for looking this way. She seemed so small and unthreatening. He’d had his fun back home messing with her and all, but pushing any further was excessive even for him. 

Harry stopped short before the rolling slope of the hill dropped towards the water, his feet barely caught a tree root to keep him from toppling forwards. Johari almost crashed into him as she skidded to a rapid stop. She was still trying to piece together why he’d even come back for her at all. If he could sneak that far into the school he could certainly find the wand alone, she thought. 

As she stared down at the water below she cast him an inquisitive look almost silently asking why he brought her here. He averted her gaze quickly. “Just go on in. It should fix your-,” He paused for a moment before licking his lips in thought. “Situation.” Harry gave a sort of forced smile like he was asking for some sort of trust here. Johari huffed slowly as the look in her bright hazel eyes became skeptical. She gave his leg a short headbutt as if to say she wasn’t willingly going in alone. 

“What, you don’t trust me?” He had half a mind to start a one sided argument but the ground beneath them both had had enough. The soil was already soft and damp, the hillside that they had been standing on was beginning to crumble and collapse as it sank slowly. They both plummeted to the water below. 

Harry held his breath very suddenly remembering that he was the only one that knew how to swim. As he opened his eyes underwater he was met with a blinding kaleidoscope of neon colors refracting in all directions. It was nothing like normal water. This was like swimming in the air. As he broke the surface he searched left and right for Johari. 

Harry barely had the chance to open his mouth to call her name before he felt a hand cover his mouth. He had his hook at the ready at first before he saw familiar dark hair rise out of the water.  “You finally look like yourself again.” He barked a dry, almost humorless laugh. “You could’ve warned me.” His voice was accusatory as he pushed her hand away. 

Johari huffed as she brushed hair out of her face. “I tried. A few times actually.” She huffed as her hands splashed lightly in the shallow water. Things were quiet now. The lake was calm other than the small ripples their movements made. Fireflies and moonlight were the only light in the night. She mumbled something that he couldn’t quite hear under her breath as she drew her gaze elsewhere. 

“What was tha’?” He prompted. His grin only widened as she continued to huff stubbornly looking away in any direction but his. 

“I said thank you, Hook.” Her arms were crossed as she begrudgingly repeated her words. “I’m not saying it again.” Her nose was scrunched in that signature scowl. Every now and again she would steal a glance at him but refused to make full eye contact. What a princess. 

“Ya looked so comfy in yer little Jay-bird’s arms. Hate that I had ta’ take you away.``Harry sneered. As if he had done her any favors. Harry laughed at his own joke as he gave a fake bow. “But we have business to take care of.” His smile faltered when she only nodded in agreement without a word. Slowly she made her way towards the shore, even in this water she was struggling to keep her head above it. Where was the fire? She’d usually threaten to curse or hurt him by now. 

He quietly called her name, still afraid that there could be anyone else lurking by. She gave him a dismissive wave as she kept her back to him. “Glad you aren’t hurt either.” Johari spoke flatly with an aloof shrug. She wouldn’t look at him. 

She was right, he realized suddenly. Harry looked towards the welts left by the mermaid. Pink barely raised scars adorned his skin now. They were painless, as if they had never even happened in the first place. The magic here was constantly a marvel to him. As he looked up again Johari was attempting to pull herself up out of the water. It was awkward watching her struggle to claw at the mossy stones like a child. 

 He wanted to laugh at the sight. Under normal circumstances he would. This all seemed like rubbing salt in the wound. The other Vks had barely recognized her right in front of them, that must’ve stung. They certainly wouldn’t trust her if they knew she was working with him. Uma had planned this to make her part of the crew. He was the one making that extremely difficult. He still wasn’t sure if she meant that. 

 As her claws continued to scrape uselessly against the rocks Harry swam closer, catching her wrist in the process. Johari gave a startled scream as she was pulled back into the water. “What are you d-- ahh!?” 

Her voice was cut off by the small splash as they landed. The feline look was back in her eyes as she surfaced again looking about ready to drown him if she could. She coughed a bit and shook what water she could off. “Dammit Harry, are you trying to make me miserable!?” It would have come out more threatening but her tone was strained as she looked up at the son of Hook with her chest heaving. 

“In the beginning, maybe.” He cracked a bit of a smile as he shrugged and agreed with the sentiment. That was the first time he’d heard her call him his name.  It was an inappropriate time to be grinning like the Cheshire he knew. The immediate furrow in her brow at least let him know that he struck a nerve. It was nice to see that fire again. “Aw don’t look at me like tha’.” he chided. 

“How am I supposed to look at you, then?” Johari’s tone wasn’t as argumentative as usual as she glared up at him. Their height difference was evident now. She barely reached his chest.  

“Maybe the way you look at your little Jay-” Harry was cut off mid sentence as Johari raised a clawed hand to swipe at him. He easily caught her wrist. There was barely any fight back as she hesitated before dropping it completely. The look of defeat on her face wasn’t what he was aiming for. There was a gentle fluttering in his stomach. The look of shock on his face was evident as she shook her hand out of his grasp. She wasn’t fighting back? 

“Can we not talk about him right now?”Johari asked with a short humorless laugh. Maybe the enchanted water was getting to him. She looked cute when she wasn’t pissed off.

“Aye..” Harry agreed slowly. He seemed to be ruminating on his words for a moment. He felt light headed.

Johari began to back away from him slowly. Harry was still trying to push her buttons, he didn’t expect her to just give up. “Wait just...Just a minute.” There was a plan that he had to follow, wasn't there? He was starting to forget about it.  

Her hazel eyes threatened to burn holes through him. “What Harry?” Her voice was steely and flat. Oh if looks could kill. He would be dead 100x over by now. 

“You can hate me if ye want. Just let me apologize first.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft. She watched him inquisitively. Her disbelief was evident. Did he even know how to say he was sorry? She wasn’t sure he was familiar with the concept of guilt. 

Before she could open her mouth to argue, Harry bent forward to capture her lips in a soft and gentle kiss. Johari was as stiff as a statue in shock, barely reciprocating at first. He felt her kiss back and lightly bite his bottom lip with those fangs. Fuck those butterflies they were being incinerated by some kind of fireworks in his stomach. They stayed that way for a long while holding one another gently. 

Her hands rested on his chest, she could feel his heart racing. Kissing him back felt like the greatest sin she’d ever committed. It felt scandalous treating each other this sweetly like high school sweethearts in the Enchanted Lake. This kind of life wasn’t meant for either of them. They both knew it.

Johari couldn’t believe herself. For the longest time she hated Harry Hook’s guts. He had treated her and her friends horribly. Yet she couldn’t help her pulse quickening at the feeling of his hands cradling her face so gently. This couldn’t be real. She melted into his touch.

She was so uncertain he thought. Had she ever been kissed before? The look of shock on her face told him she hadn't. Harry couldn’t lie, he was enjoying the moment thoroughly. He’d had a lot of flings back home but nothing felt as intense as this. It was nice though, being somewhere so secluded. He didn’t have to keep looking over his shoulder. He was used to using sweet talk to get his way, he never thought he’d end up in a situation where he would let himself be vulnerable.

The other girls on the Isle weren’t lying when they said he was a good kisser. She didn't want to think about how he got all of that experience. In this moment Johari could almost fool herself into thinking she could be like the princess she was for once. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that Harry could be so princely. 

The lake reflected the night sky and the gentle glow of the fireflies dancing about. It was truly a fairytale. A faint sigh left her lips as she pulled away with a heavy dusting of blush on her cheeks. She told herself that there was no real love here. There couldn't be. Yet the glint of hope in her bright hazel eyes was undeniable. “What an apology.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

Maybe it was the inherent magic of this place. It was making him light headed. “Don't you want to stay with me? Forget about them..” He heard himself say. 

Did he really mean that? He’d never been in love and had no intentions of ever doing so. He didn’t think he had the capability to feel any romantic feelings in him until now. This though? It was nice, intoxicating even. He could get used to it. Lost in the moment he tried for another kiss,  something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

 An unnatural ripple was shimmering on the water’s surface, and it was only visible to him. The familiar visage of Uma’s stern face appeared on the crystalline water. She didn’t look very happy about being kept waiting. Johari noticed his attention wavering and suddenly felt self conscious. “Is there something wrong?” Her voice was breathy and soft in his ear, it made him shiver. 

“Wrong?” A bolt of electricity ran through his heart. “No, nothing's wrong here.” He licked his lips in thought before sweeping her in a romantic dip as a quick improvised distraction. As they both stepped back it made a wide splash effectively erasing Uma’s image from the lake.

Johari made a small squeak as she held onto Harry’s surprisingly strong arms for support. She kept telling herself not to fall for it. His smile was mesmerizing.

 Harry knew that ignoring Uma was a mistake on his part. When they got home he would certainly get an earful. If he played his cards right would have the wand in no time. He laughed to himself as he pulled her back to her feet. Less fighting would help him in the long run, wouldn’t it? She wasn’t so angry now after all. 

Johari thought of Jay and the others soundly asleep back in their dorm. Jay had never held or kissed her that way. Was going back even worth it? Her faith had been shaken in both directions. Johari barely believed they could get to the wand let alone break the barrier. It was more likely that the two of them were going to get caught red handed and thrown back home. And where would that leave her? God she was falling for it.

In truth she couldn’t understand his intentions. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t read anything behind those ocean colored eyes of his. A voice deep down knew she was being lied to and it kept screaming in the back of her mind. Her racing heart didn't want to listen. 

Conflict was evident on her face as he still held her hands close to his chest. He had that charming smirk that made her uneasy. Whatever honeyed words he had prepared were interrupted by the sudden sound of nearby voices coming from somewhere up the dirt trail. They both locked eyes before glancing back and forth in frantic search of a quick getaway. The voices were getting closer and they were both running out of time. 

It felt like it happened in the blink of an eye. As Mal came skidding down the forest path with her green eyes aglow, Harry had let go of Johari’s hands and dove into the lake. Even with its magical properties she couldn’t swim after him, he easily disappeared beneath the surface. “Harry!” She was left stranded looking wide eyed like a deer in headlights as the other Vks came trailing behind her equipped for a fight.

Johari held her hands up showing she was unarmed. All she could think to do was make herself look less threatening in hopes that she didn’t get blown to pieces by Mal’s magic. Jay was already barreling down hill running at top speeds, the second he laid eyes on her he picked up the pace. “Johari!”

She was easily engulfed in his arms again, her feet easily leaving the ground below. This time she didn't struggle, she tried to keep up the happy facade she gave a weak and toothy smile.  He seemed so excited, could he feel her heart racing? It was for all the wrong reasons now. 

Harry was holding his breath and struggling to see what was going on. He should have remembered that she wasn’t a good swimmer. There wasn’t much he could do without giving himself away. In the reflection of the water’s surface he could see Jay holding onto Johari. So she would get what she wanted. 

He had to find a way out now. He couldn’t hear their hushed conversations through the water as they all slowly began to depart. Harry only came up for air when he was absolutely sure that they were gone. He carted a hand through his hair in frustration. 

If he was lucky he had somehow won her over. What if he hadn’t convinced her? She could tell them everything now. A foreign stinging sensation of fear crawled into the back of his mind. This could all backfire so easily. Jay was the real prince she always wanted and he was sweeping her off of her feet. He chastised himself for entertaining the notion of having any real feelings about this.

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A thunder storm had hit the Isle and it hadn’t stopped since Harry and Johari left. Uma’s fist practically went through the bartop as she slammed it down in frustration. This was taking far too long. It was supposed to be quick and easy. Harry had been ignoring any attempt she made to reach him through her mother’s magic. There was no other mermaid scale at her disposal; it was the only ticket through. That’s what Facilier said. 

She was a captain. Sitting back and waiting for someone else to do all of the work was driving her mad. Especially when she couldn’t see or hear what was going on. The raging storm outside threatened to rip boards off of the ship. The intense winds slammed relentlessly against the windows and tore away anything that wasn’t bolted to the ground. 

It felt like she’d been double crossed by Harry’s silence. He had always followed orders without question. Surely her first mate wasn’t slipping away. He would never really turn coat would he? She didn't want to pay the thought any real attention. The more she worried the less got done. Gil was the only one that seemed ever optimistic. It was rubbing her the wrong way. He was so carefree.

 “Don't worry so much Uma. Harry and Johari will be back with the wand soon.” He was gleefully eating from a tray Uma had previously slammed down. It must have belonged to another customer. They wouldn't want it now, anyway. He was preoccupied with whatever was flashing across the television screen tacked to the wall. 

Uma came close to lobbing the remote through the screen in anger. “How can you be so sure?” She had her hands on the bar as she suddenly had his attention. “The longer they take to get that wand the more likely they are to get caught!” Her eyes narrowed as she watched Gil simply shrug it off. 

He idly chewed a soggy french fry seeming to be unphased from Uma’s wrath. “Maybe you could get another mermaid scale from Facilier. If he got one he could get another right?” He happily drew his attention back towards his food. 

The sale wasn’t made directly. Dr. Facilier’s daughter Celia had practically given it to her for pennies. Uma should have known there was something wrong then and there. She didn’t ask questions, only went with what she was told. If it could break the barrier and help her plans she would take it. 

Finding her again during this storm would be difficult. Could she cut out the middleman and find a mermaid herself? The spark of an idea brewing in the back of her mind showed in her slowly growing grin. That was it. “Gil, you’re a genius.”

The son of Gaston was surprised by the sudden mood change and compliment. He took it in with a smile feeling like tomorrow was going to be a good day. Uma thought he was a genius. 

--- 

The trek back to Auradon prep was a cold one for Johari. She was left soaked to the bone from her escapades in the Enchanted Lake. Silently she wondered if Harry had gotten somewhere safe. Why was she so worried for his safety? He was the one that ran. Johari was mentally kicking herself for being in this situation in the first place. The silence was deafening as they made their way quickly back to the dorms. 

None of them dared to say anything the entire trip. Their heads were ducked down low in hopes that if anyone saw them creeping through the hallways in the dark that no one would notice they had another member in their group. Mal looked deadly serious as she kept her burning gaze trained forward. She was already trying to piece things together, Johari assumed. 

The second the heavy doors to their dorm room slammed shut she felt somewhat trapped. “Surprise?” Johari gave a weak and awkward smile. It dropped almost instantly. There was a lot of damage control to be done. 

“How did you get here?” Mal’s voice was demanding as her eyes reflected a neon green glow. This could have cost them everything.

Jay had been right beside Johari the entire time. Normally the close proximity would be nice. Now it was making her chest tight with anxiety. “I thought you’d all be excited to see me.”

“We are but-” Jay tried to speak and Johari gave a short side step to give herself some distance with a short humorless bark of a laugh in disbelief. She glanced between her former friends trying to gauge just how angry they were and how much they knew about what had happened. Could she even begin to explain? 

They were all looking at her like they’d already been caught and it was all her fault. It wasn’t very much of a welcome party. She tried to nonchalantly lean against the wall. “No, no I get it.” She gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “You don’t have to lie.” If she played things cool maybe they wouldn’t see right through her. “You didn’t really want to see me again did you?” 

“No, not really Johari, how'd you manage to get through the barrier?” Carlos was the one to step forwards, the look on his face was deadly serious. His voice was a lot firmer than she remembered it being. Dude was glaring Johari down in a silent snarl. Okay a lot of distrust there. Gross. She tried not to make eye contact with the beady eyed mutt of a thing that was staring her down. Since when did Carlos like dogs?

“A mermaid’s scale.” The answer came flying out of her mouth. Johari felt herself bite her tongue to keep anything more from accidentally slipping through. Why wasn’t she telling the whole truth? Uma couldn’t reach her here. Harry was gone. Off somewhere unknown. The ghost of the feeling of his kiss still buzzed gently on her lips. She obviously wasn’t appreciated here either. Her loyalty had never been so torn in such a short time. They didn’t want her back anyway…

“Woah, wait aren't those like super rare or something?” Jay interjected. It didn’t sound right. “And you hate water.” He cocked an eyebrow. Jay had never seen her willingly touch any large body of water before. Johari silently chastised her friends for being so observant. 

“How did you even get something like that?” Evie’s brows knit first in concern, searching Johari for any battle wounds. “Mermaids are pretty savage.” Then skepticism slowly took over her features. “How are you not hurt at all?” 

Johari scoffed. “You all think so little of me?” She kept her head high with a haughty laugh.This was some of the best acting she could muster since her early schooldays. If they were really falling for it though, she couldn’t tell. She pretended to casually admire her claws. “I stole it. How else?” 

“From who?” Mal was quick to challenge. Her gaze was unwavering this entire time. Johari had never really been on her bad side before. She didn't really want to ever make her angry on purpose. Dragons tended to be a lot bigger than lions. It hurt her pride but If a real fight broke out Mal would have the advantage. 

Johari’s faux confidence only faltered slightly, she hoped no one noticed her heart skip as she paused to think of a convincing answer. “Harry Hook.” She tried to make it look as if it were no big deal as the answer came out of her mouth. Even she heard her voice waver at saying his name. She mentally kicked herself again. Nothing like walking right into it. “Glad I went through the trouble.” 

Evie quickly turned to Mal. “Is that where the hook came from?” Her voice was down low as if the others weren’t all standing there right in front of her. 

“Maybe..” Mal’s answer was still unsure. Her hand was behind her back concealing her spellbook with her fingers laced through the pages to keep a spell at the ready. 

“Woah woah woah guys-- weapons down.” Jay came between Johari and the rest of the group with his hands up. Mal slowly lowered her spellbook. “What are we fighting for? This is a great thing!” Jay was ever the optimist. 

“It is?” the other’s looked at him as they all blurted the same thing out in unison before resuming their previous glares at one another only seconds afterward. They had never fought like this back home. Johari felt herself bristle as anger began to creep into the back of her mind. So they  had their weapons at the ready? Her eyes narrowed slowly. Some friends. 

“The coronation is tomorrow. What do we really have to worry about?” Jay looked surprised at their wary reactions. He glanced back at the dorm room door. He tried to keep his voice down as he attempted to mediate the situation. 

“Coronation?” Johari echoed in question. She scanned the other’s slowly. A chord deep inside the core of her rotten heart snapped. The sensation was as unpleasant as the day they’d left. They had no plans to trust her or keep her in the loop at all. Johari watched them all intently. The devil and angel on her shoulders were waltzing in an intricate dizzying circle. 

Evie looked conflicted. Jay was right. The last thing she really wanted was a fight between her closest friends to continue. She sighed as she placed a hand on Mal’s shoulder. “Jay’s right. No one will notice with so many people if we have one more person in our group.” 

Mal and Carlos both shared a silent look of suspicion. “We should get ready, it's already late.” Evie chirped. Neither were very convinced. Jay and Evie had hopeful expressions as they looked to Mal for some sort of confirmation that they were all on the same page. All this time away gave them all room to change. 

Evie was always so sweet. Johari almost believed that sugary diplomatic smile as she led Carlos and Mal out of the door in preparation for whatever they were scheming. She tried to follow only to be blocked by Jay standing between her and the heavy doors. 

“You know I can’t let you do that.” His wide brown eyes were so sincere, it made her heart melt.  Before they all left if Jay told her to run off a bridge she would have. Now he barely trusted her at all. 

Johari’s eyebrows knit together quickly. “So I’m not allowed to be part of this?” The hurt in her voice was possibly a little too real for her own liking. She was getting her usual anger back and it was getting harder to bite down on. 

“That’s not it, really.” Jay held his hands up as he glanced down the hallway making sure the others had fully disappeared.

“Then what is it?” She heard herself hiss. The venom in her voice sounded like an overkill.

 “Mal’s just,” Jay paused as he considered telling her the real truth. “On edge, you get it. She has a lot on her mind right now.” Jay sighed. “‘Hari we aren't stealing the wand. We want to stay here.” 

“What- !?” Johari swallowed thickly as the words got caught in her throat. She was interrupted by the bright trill of the school bell going off signaling that it was morning. Students were beginning to rise and already mill throughout the halls in a roar louder than usual. Their conversation came to a railing end as preparations for King Ben’s coronation began. It was time.  

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Jay wasn’t okay with any of this. None of his friends were getting along and the one person he was close to seemed cold and distant. She wasn’t happy about the news. He always dreamed about bringing Johari here. He knew that things would change when they came to Auradon but it really was like they stepped into a different world when they all crossed that bridge. She didn't want to be a part of it. Telling her only made her angry.

The large babbling crowd dressed to the nines in tulle and lace was making him uneasy. It was an alien feeling being so crammed into one place. The heat and chatter was overwhelming. He’d never really been to a big fancy party before. His tie and formal wear were feeling tight under the pressure. Were these stupid things necessary? The tension between his friends was palpable too. Evie and Carlos kept whispering amongst themselves beside him. He couldn’t believe them right now. 

That familiar cat-like stare was back on him again. Johari stood beside him looking nervous. She was wearing a spare dress that Evie had given her. The glitter and ribbons looked rather funny and out of place on Johari who usually favored pants. His best friend would never normally be caught dead wearing that. It made his chest tighten at the thought of his former team being so divided. If Johari had been invited in the first place none of this would have had to happen.

Jay wanting to put it to the back of his mind he gave her a playful nudge and he couldn't help but laugh a little at how she wobbled in those ridiculously high heels. She instinctively held onto his hand before she toppled over. The glare she gave him wasn’t scornful but rather playful. “No fair!” Her hiss was jovial. “You don’t have to wear deathtrap shoes.” Even in heels she barely reached his shoulder. She was right he’d break an ankle if he tried wearing those. 

It was nice to hear her being so mischievous. She had been so quiet since the fight with Mal and the others. They were all convinced that Johari was lying. Jay didn't want to believe it. Even if all signs were pointing that way. He'd rather turn the other cheek if it was for a friend. Paying it too much thought would prove them right. They were villains since when did they care so much about the technicality of right and wrong? 

“Hari.” He leaned in close in an effort to keep his voice low. Her constant jittering told him that there was something else on her mind, he could tell. They had been childhood friends, Jay could read her like a book. So why was she holding back? She was keeping him at arm's length and it was killing him. “You’ve gotta tell me the truth. How did you get here?” 

Johari froze. “Truth?” A muscle barely moved on her face. A bright fiery red jacket weaving through the crowd of pastel frills caught her attention. She crossed her arms and averted her gaze. Harry was lurking ever so slowly on the outskirts of the party while taking advantage of everyone’s attention being elsewhere. “I told you the truth already.” It was only sort of a lie. 

“‘Hari I know you’re hiding something from me. From all of us.” Jay hated how guilt was written all over her face. He sighed as he gave Mal and the others a backwards glance. He didn't want to admit that there definitely was something wrong. “I thought that we were closer than that.” 

Johari felt her heart seize in her chest. “So did I.” She peered up at Jay slowly. Her tone was bitter. Even Jay was losing his trust in her. There was still time the angel whispered on her shoulder as it slowly danced, she didn’t have to do this. The devil swayed along in tandem. “You weren’t planning on coming back then, were you?” 

“No I-” Jay began only to be suddenly interrupted by trumpets sounding off and the choir beginning their song. From far across the room Harry met Johari’s gaze and her breath caught in her throat. He gave her a slow and encouraging nod towards the wand as he hid in the shadows just behind the stairway. That was it.

Everyone began to bow as the heavy wooden doors ahead slowly opened to reveal Ben. All of the walking and talking of the ceremony felt like it had lasted forever. It was time to get it all over with Harry thought.

He gave his fleeting attention towards Johari. She was standing beside Jay. The other three didn't look happy about it at all. So much for reunions eh? A slight smirk pulled at Harry’s lips. Johari looked miserable. It didn’t look much like a tender romance. He didn't want to analyze why that thought brought him so much joy in the moment. 

Slowly the crown was placed onto Ben’s head. The entire crowd had been holding their breath in anticipation for this moment. There were bright smiles, cheers and happy tears all around. “It is my honor and my joy to bless our new king!” Fairy Godmother stood high on the stage as she removed the wand from its glass casing with a dramatic flourish. 

So they wanted to stay here so badly? Fine then. Johari was sick and tired of being left behind. As soon as the Fairy Godmother had her back turned Johari vaulted forward off of the balcony. 

Jay's hands barely brushed her wrist as he tried to catch her before she went over the rail. ”No!”

Completely unaware, The Fairy Godmother slowly approached Ben. Before the wand could touch Ben’s shoulders Johari snatched it from her hands. “Child, what are you doing?” The FairyGodmother ran forward gobsmacked only to stop short. The end of the wand almost touched her nose.

“Don’t come any closer!” Johari’s voice was a deep snarl as she threatened them all with it like a sword. The Fairy Godmother was the first to get blasted backward. A shocked gasp of horror ran over the crowd as they all scattered. Ben backed away slowly down the stairs. The tip of the wand crackled a deep and sinister green as it jolted with power. Mal and the others ran desperately trying to fight through the throng of guests and guards to get to the front. 

As Johari began to prepare an incantation with the wand held high, another pair of unexpected hands fought for it. Jane the Fairy Godmother’s daughter was fighting roughly for possession of the wand shouting something about saving her mother. Johari hadn’t even seen her before now.

The resulting stray magic beam blasting from the wand went through the floor before crawling up a banner and through the skylight in a haphazard buzzsaw. The entire building shook heavily as a roar of thunder sounded above. Rain poured in through the shattered glass drenching the hall. Jane stopped fighting as the small earthquake pushed her backward. 

Harry began to cackle like a hyena at the sight.“ You really did it!” He ran forward in an effort to block the other Vks from reaching her as she continued to clutch the wand. “I knew you were on my side.” 

“So you were working with him?” Mal accused as her fists clenched at her sides. Evie and Carlos didn't dare approach any further. Mal’s eyes glowed brightly as she stared Johari down. “I knew you were going to betray us!”  

Jay was the only one to come forward. He eyed Harry slowly who frowned at being ignored as he approached Johari. “Look ‘Hari, you don't have to do this. We could be happy here.” Jay pleaded. “We could go back to the way things were!” 

“Get back.” Johari growled softly. She was pointing the wand at all of them now. “I know you don't mean that.” Hot tears threatened to prick at the corners of her eyes. “You were all going to stay here and forget about me!” Thunder roared in the distance. The wand snapped and crackled. 

Harry chuckled. “Oh ya hear tha’?” He raised and waved his hook dismissively at the other Vks and continued to laugh. Oh, victory was sweet. “She said back off Jay.” He pressed the tip of his hook to Jay’s chest as he spoke. The son of Jafar didn’t move.

As Johari raised the wand her spell was again interrupted by a tendril of green smoke smashing through the rest of the unbroken skylight accompanied by wicked laughter. “I’m baaaaaack!” Maleficent’s form appeared through the green smog as she gave a sassy snap. 

“Finally, do you know how long I’ve been waiting?” Only a slight surprise decorated her features as she saw that it wasn’t her daughter who stole the wand. She shrugged it off with a dismissive wave as she gestured toward Johari with a ‘give it to me’ motion. “Be a good little cat-thing and hand it over. Come on now.” Maleficent spoke impatiently. 

“Cat thing?” Jay echoed slowly as his eyes went to Maleficent. Bitter realization dawned on him. 

Mal was pushing past him with arms outreached to face her mother and Johari. “Don't give it to her!” The crowd parted further as the number of haywire villains grew. Many royals and innocents were already rushing for the doors. A storm raged outside, the skies remained black and rain came down in angry sheets through the broken ceiling.

“‘Hari give it to Mal!” Jay pleaded as he tried to fight his way past Harry to no avail. “You don't have to do this!” 

“I said give me the wand!” Maleficent’s anger was beginning to show through her ice thin facade. Johari was hesitant. She saw the disappointed and shocked faces of her friends. Harry looked elated and high off of the adrenaline of the moment. There were too many people and too many voices shouting all at once. 

Her hand trembled as she slowly moved her aim from the other Vks towards Maleficent. Johari’s chest was heaving. She was tired of being thrown around. The wand wasn’t her only power though. Her eyes screwed shut tightly before she uttered a deafeningly loud roar herself. It came in time with the nearby thunder sounding like an entire pride of lions roaring across the skies at once.*roar bass boosted* 

Maleficent was blown back only barely keeping herself from falling with a hard slam of her staff on the slick marble floor. “How dare you use your father’s stolen power on me. You are going to regret this!” Maleficent warned. A trail of sinister smoke began to gather at her feet. The others backed away slowly as the cloud grew to the size of the room. It only dissipated with the large crashing boom of Maleficent’s dragon form landing on the floor with a guttural and menacing roar. 

Johari could only stare with her mouth agape as the dragon’s head rose up and out of the smoke. The people that dove out of the way were bite sized to her dragon form. Johari’s feet felt cemented to the ground as her knees began to buckle beneath her. She flinched and pointed the wand forward like a child. Mal was chanting something that had snatched the wand from her grasp. It only sputtered uselessly as it magically flew from her hands leaving her defenseless.

Maleficent’s behemoth sized claws came down. The sound of the impact was deafening. Johari didn't feel pain at first. Just warmth. Harry was screaming something she couldn’t hear over the panic of the royals and the ongoing ringing in her ears. She was sure to be eaten engulfed wholly by saw blade teeth if she didn’t move. Her feet felt as if they were made of iron. A solid body came crashing into hers. She crumpled under the weight. 

Maleficent’s attention was only drawn as her daughter used the wand to conjure another magic bolt. It bounced easily off of her scales. She turned her large head with a deep rolling growl as fire began to gather in her gaping maw.

The distraction was enough for Harry to lace his arm around Johari’s urging her to her feet.

He looked out to the sea in the far distance.  He could easily make it by himself if he left her there. It stung deeply when he realized that he couldn’t let himself do that. Through the violence of the continuing storm he saw a familiar silhouette against the horizon. Uma’s ship was a mere speck on the water. He could recognize it anywhere. 

 The commotion of people still scrambling for the exit was a good cover. He had no qualms about leaving Mal and the others behind. Johari lagged beside him almost as if she were in a trance. Harry didn't want to look at her directly. If he did it would no doubt tell her just how badly she was injured. Blood was free falling down her face. He was counting on sheer adrenaline. There was no real escape plan without the wand. 

Johari leaned on Harry’s shoulder for support as she began to wilt further. Pride was keeping her on her feet. Her wounds from Maleficent’s dragon claws were beginning to ring to life stinging heavily through the adrenaline. With each beat of her heart she could feel everything in her body trying to escape through her open wounds. Using the Roar of the Ancestors made her throat burn intensely. She couldn’t speak even if she had tried. It was a power that her father had stolen and she was feeling the ramifications instantly. 

Harry’s piercing blue eyes were wide. “Johari, do you trust me?” She looked back at him owlishly as if she didn't understand. Blood was free falling down her face in a gruesome red cascade. Harry could barely believe that he’d convinced her to do this. He never expected her to really betray them all. The look on Jay’s face would have brought him immense joy if not for the impending danger so close by. There wasn't time for thinking of how that was affecting her.

 He gave the entrance a cautionary glance backward as they passed through with the throng of people rushing forward. They had to get down to the water. He put his fingers to his lips and whistled as loud as he could muster. There was no way it cut through all of the sound. 

The shriek of Maleficent could be heard only a short distance away. He held onto Johari’s hand tightly. “We have to run. Don’t let go.” All she could muster was a slow and dazed nod. They stumbled only lightly as they rushed down the winding brick path hand in hand. 

Maleficent came crashing through the rest of the stone wall obliterating everything in her path. Her massive jaws narrowly missed them, Harry could feel the hot air of her dragon breath brush against his back. The ground beneath them was beginning to crumble. Mal and the rest stood at the threshold of the remains of the great hall with the wand in hand only able to stand and watch as Harry Johari and Maleficent plunged towards the angry churning sea below. 

-----

Uma had successfully stolen another scale from Dr Facilier. In fact, she had taken the entire rest of his stash in revenge. The angry paranormal storm was caused by the mermaid’s resentment at being hunted down by a human. They wanted their revenge.  

So Facilier thought he could trick them into being fish food. Uma had half a mind to string him up to the bow as mermaid bait before she left. It would have to wait until she got back. The barrier had been busted through letting Maleficent and various others escape the Isle.

Her crew was thankfully at the ready as her ship sped throughout the turbulent waters. Getting to Auradon wasn’t the problem. Neither was the storm. The massive dragon attacking made her hesitate. Had Harry somehow failed? Maleficent wouldn’t have resorted to her true form if they hadn't given her a reason. If they were still alive she’d have only a limited amount of time to get them out. 

Uma chanted a whispered incantation into the golden shell of her Mother’s necklace. It gave the ship a sail of golden magic that sped them forward like an engine. Her crew kept casting her nervous glances as they approached. The situation in Auradon was looking worse by the minute.  Maleficent was on an utter rampage ripping through the cathedral walls as if they were toy blocks.

The stone bridge above them came plummeting down. Maleficent’s dragon form connecting with the already violent water made a massively engulfing tsunami of a splash. It would have sunk the ship if not for Uma’s magic keeping it protected. In the rush of the deep churning brine she saw a flash of a red jacket. Instinct took over as she made a running leap into the deep waters. 

Magic swirled through the sea. As the golden shell began to glow with power transforming Uma into a form like her mother's, the ever growing light acted as a barrier around her of its own. Viciously hissing and spitting mermaids churned and circled something in the center of their underwater tornado. Uma caught Harry’s hand before he could sink any farther. 

Another blast of magic from above broke the water’s surface. Maleficent’s unconscious dragon body began to slowly lift from the waters as it gradually shrank in size. Uma came up for air successfully getting Harry back onto the ship. He broke out of his stupor rather quickly searching his surroundings. He had his hook in hand but nothing else. His eyes were wide with panic as he caught his breath. 

Gil had to keep him from leaping over the side again. Uma could barely make out what he was trying to say. They had to get out of here and fast. Harry kept shouting something unintelligible as he continued to fight to get back to the open water. It didn't take Uma long to piece the situation together. She dove under again. 

The pod of mermaids were circling their prey in a whirlwind of refractive iridescent scales. Blood was floating freely through the water. Uma herself could smell it. Johari floated unconscious in the center of the mermaid’s hungry spiral. One of the sharp toothed sirens turned their gaze towards Uma with a savage underwater hiss. 

First one lurched towards her. Then others in the group slowly began to draw their attention to the young sea witch. As their spindling claws came forward Uma removed a hidden knife from a holster on her arm. The golden flash of the blade cut through the mermaid’s skin easily. The first attacker snarled and writhed at the unexpected sensation.

More blood was in the water. Deeply fanged mouths suddenly had their attention on the profusely bleeding mermaid. It was a gruesome sight as the entire pod came after it in a shredding red underwater mass. Uma took advantage of their teeth elsewhere as she snatched Johari’s comatose form from them. 

The moment she broke the surface she was met by ecstatic cheering from the rest of her crew. The raging storm around them was beginning to die down. It was escape now or never they had no other options. In the far distance she could see Mal standing high on the rubble of the cathedral with the Fairy Godmother’s wand in hand. 

Uma wouldn’t let this stand. She would have that wand one day. Right now her crew’s safety was more important. With Mal commanding the others the danger in Auradon itself was dissipating. Uma boarded the ship and commanded her crew to set sail for home before the daughter of Maleficent had a chance to do anything more to stop them. If she was lucky the carnivorous mermaid’s would keep them from following.

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So they were home again. The rest of the crew were celebrating loudly above. It wasn’t a total loss; there were multiple ways in and out of the barrier now. Gil was happy about being back. Even if the Isle was a prison to some it was still home to him. Getting Harry back was a victory in and of itself as far as Uma was concerned. 

Johari, who was still recovering, slept soundly in Harry’s bed, not the broken hammock she’d had below deck. They were upstairs above the party and most of its noise. Harry knew that Uma should be angrier about this. By a long shot. They were all in one piece and that counted for something she had said. Harry wasn’t sure he could think of any of this as a victory. They were right back where they started. Without the wand. His head rested in his hands as he sat beside Johari.It felt like she had been unconscious for forever.

 He could still barely believe she tried to fight not only her closest friends but Maleficent too. Heavy raw claw marks decorated every inch of her exposed skin. Harry didn't want to examine them too closely. The mere thought made him sick. That the mermaids almost finished what the dragon hadn’t. It was his fault. If he wasn’t so intent on tearing her down and making her do the dirty work she could have stayed with her friends back in Auradon. She would have been happy there. Wouldn’t she? Jay wouldn’t have let this sort of thing happen to her. He would be surprised if she didn't hate his guts when she woke up.

A large blowout of a jubilee continued back in Auradon. The fireworks and flashing lights were visible from the Isle. The barrier hadn’t been fixed and the bridge was still broken. He guessed that they were all too preoccupied with their thoughts of victory to notice. Uma was no doubt already formulating another plan to get the wand back again. He gave a heavy sigh. Because he fucked up the first time. Failure usually wasn’t an option. This had never happened before.

A part of him was thankful to be alive. If Uma hadn’t shown up when she did he didn't want to think about what would have happened. A heavy sigh left his lips as he hung his head and gently squeezed Johari’s ice cold hand.

“Please wake up.” He normally wasn’t one for real manners. Niceties felt foreign on his tongue.  He hoped that if he kept his voice soft she would actually listen. Johari was morbidly still just the same as she had been before. “C’mon lass.” 

Her chest only rose and fell in that usual gentle rhythm. “You can hate me if you want.” He heard himself pleading as he swallowed thickly. That's what crazy people did, right? Talk to themselves. He’d been responsible for death before, even directly sure. That went hand in hand with being the villain that he was. This however set a feeling of deep unease in his bones.

Memories of their time in the Enchanted Lake continued to assault his mind. He pressed his lips together tightly. “You can hit me if you want.” He laughed humorlessly at his own joke as he tapped his cheek. It did nothing to ease the tension he felt. Being responsible for this? His heart felt as if it were burning in his throat as it threatened to come up. “I think I deserve tha’. Don’t you?” 

Silence was her only response. He heard a gentle knock on the wooden door frame behind him. Uma stood beside Gil with her arms crossed. “Harry.” Her tone was uncharacteristically gentle as if she were talking to a young child. He looked up quickly with his shoulders arching tensely. Was he really in trouble this time?

“The party is still going on. You should join us.” Gil offered. His usual goofy smile seemed slightly forced for once. The plate of food he was picking at was still mostly full. He weakly offered a haphazardly baked pastry.

Uma nodded slowly. “She’ll still be here when you come back.” Seeing Harry so worried wasn’t like him. In truth she half expected him to leave her behind on his way to get the wand. The last thing she had thought he would do was come back empty handed asking so desperately for her help. 

“Yeah Harry, she isn’t going anywhere. I thought you didn’t like ‘er anyway.” Gil nodded and winced as Uma gave him a short elbow to the ribs. A few chips fell to the floor. “I mean-,” He trailed off before finishing his comment as the captain rolled her eyes.

“Harry, you look like hell.” Uma crossed her arms with a sigh and her tone was stern. “You need to get something to eat and rest. Captain’s orders.” 

The mere thought of leaving Johari alone still filled him with dread. What if she didn't wake up at all if he left? “But Uma-,” Harry stood reluctantly, meaning to argue. His sudden dizzy spell felt like it came out of nowhere. The room around him spun in a nausea-inducing vertigo. So maybe she was right. He felt like a child being scolded. Harry hated it. 

“I can stay with her if you want.” Gil offered as his smile returned when Uma gave him a curt nod of approval. 

“See?” Uma placed a gentle hand on her first mate’s back in an effort to steer him towards the door. “Just for a little while.” She meant it as reassuring. All he wanted to do was dig his heels in further. But he was in no mood to fight. 

Every muscle in his body was screaming at him from the tumultuous journey. Getting tossed off the top of castles and cliffs took a number on the body. Harry sighed in defeat. “Uma none of this was supposed to happen.” 

“Harry, I get it.” Slowly they began to descend the stairs. “These things happen.” Her halfhearted attempt didn’t really make him feel any better. 

“I almost got us killed.” He said with a bark of a laugh. If they had tried to sneak the wand out on their own like the initial plan and got caught he didn’t want to think of what sort of punishment Auradon was capable of. They had barely made it back by the skin of their teeth. “You can’t really mean that.” Harry kept expecting a rightly deserved punishment. 

Uma only gave a heavy defeated sigh in response. “Look, I do and I don't.” She pushed the doors open to the rest of the pirate crew continuing their bash. It was a lot smaller than usual. The barrier was broken, any villains that could have already escaped surely. “What matters is you’re here in one piece.”

“Uma?” His voice was low yet hopeful as his captain made the rounds to find him something to eat. He was expecting her to say something negative like a dejected parent as she returned. Harry carted his hands through his hair in an effort to fix his appearance if only a little. He still had his pride as injured as it was. “You were serious about lettin’ her stay, weren’t you?”

All of his favorites were piled high on a platter, some of its contents spilled over the sides as she practically shoved it into his hands. Harry’s brain was filled with constant alarm bells. Even villains never treated one another so nicely. It could only mean he was in severe trouble. Uma could only stare him down in response as she drummed her fingers idly against the fabric of her sleeve. He was only idly picking at the food she brought for him as a short time passed. Her silence didn't answer his question. This kind of approach was making him feel worse. He was beginning to dread the notion of his captain saying something far worse than no.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before.” Uma her arms as she leaned against a nearby pillar. “I don’t think you’re leaving me much of a choice here.”

“What do you mean by tha’?” His brows knit together in slight distrust. 

“Harry, I don't know what happened between you two in Auradon.” She eyed him slowly. “But you want her to stay, don't you?” 

He swallowed thickly.  “Aye..” Harry heard himself hesitantly agree. Cautiously he eyed his captain, trying his best to read her mind. Usually he could if given the chance. Then again his entire perspective on life had changed in such a short time. It felt as if his brain were short circuiting lately.

Uma’s expression was unusually flat as she crossed her arms and ruminated on her own answer. Harry’s heartbeat quickened. Had he said the wrong answer? He could have sworn that she was ready to serve him back to those mermaids. For Uma it might have been a nicety. “I guess I have to. Guilt doesn’t suit you much, Harry.” With a short shrug her expression softened as she gave him a lopsided smile. 

He felt like hugging her. If he did he was sure to be stabbed. Before he could make a move Gil came blazing down the stairs his usual beaming smile was back again. Harry didn’t have to listen to his garbled speech. He knew she was awake, he moved headlong for the stairs before giving his captain a cautionary glance backward. “You’re serious?” 

Uma sighed and waved him off. “Don’t ignore my orders again, got it? Go before I change my mind.” 

Harry scaled the stairs in only two eager bounds; it was a wonder that he didn't fall backward. As he practically broke his own bedroom door down he was met with the sight of  an empty dark room. Cautiously he stepped forward. The bed was vacant with the sheets strewn about. Light from the bedside table candle had faded to only a dwindle of a flame. 

Harry held his breath as he glanced about. Abruptly a body crashed into him. He toppled over  onto the bed with his arms easily pinned above him. He had half a mind to hook whoever- His thoughts were interrupted by Johari’s chirping laughter. “Gotcha!”

 The satisfaction was clear on her face as she saw him freeze in awe. Her fangs were visible with that wide smile, a rare sight. She let him go just as quickly as she had caught him. Her expression only dropped when he didn’t move much afterward. “Harry, Are you okay? You’re shaking.” 

Harry engulfed her in a tight embrace. Johari could only lightly squeal at his sudden counter attack. Her wounds were still raw, he cradled her gently in his arms. His ocean blue eyes staring 

Into hers made her heart flutter in her chest. “You scared the hell out of me.” 

She blinked quickly in surprise. “I did?” They had seemingly forgotten their position with their limbs strewn about as they sprawled across his bed.  “I didn’t think that was possible.” Johari gingerly brushed a few stray locks away from his face. The closeness was leaving him breathless.This all felt so unreal. Harry felt small and sheepish being caressed so sweetly. Hadn’t he made her life a living hell before now? If he blinked he was afraid that it would all come crashing down around them and they would be stuck back in Auradon in some dungeon. 

“Johari?” His voice felt foreign on his own tongue as he said her name. This was all so unlike anything he’d ever felt before. She only hummed gently in response as she continued to run her hands through his hair. He thought he would melt before he got the words out. “I meant what I said back in Auradon.”

Her gentle touch became hesitant at his words, her hands only ghosted and hovered in the air as she momentarily froze. She looked inquisitive, the fresh welts on her skin contorted with her features. Those bright burning hazel eyes were on him again.  “Meaning..?”

“Johari, I want you to stay with me.” Harry caught his breath as the words left his lips. “I think I’m in love with you.” He surprised himself at his own confession, she still hadn’t moved. Harry wanted to cover his own mouth and take the words back if he could. Never in his life had he uttered those words. 

“Y-You don't really mean that.” Her voice was strained as she searched his face for any inkling that he had been joking. That would be a low blow even for him. There weren’t many places left to go on the Isle but he was sure she would run away from him at that moment.

“But I do.” Harry cradled her hands in his. He could only hope she could feel everything that he did. His heart was racing so rapidly in his chest he was hoping it wouldn't break free. “I want to treat ya’ like you deserve. Like a real princess.” Harry kissed her hand gently.

 As he did so she leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to first his cheek and then his lips. His breath hitched at the sudden feeling. “I never thought it would be like this. Harry, I think I love you too.” 

They stayed that way holding each other gently as the Isle continued to celebrate their victory on the ship below.

[topicsfromatoz]

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[proserpina-magnus]

Jealousy; Potter’s Little Sister [ P.P ]

a/n: lmao Peters initials are P.P and that is very funny. Also, this was a request by @sxsalvatore I somehow lost your request but I remembered a few key plot ideas. I hope you enjoy it! xoxo 

Word count: 1.0k 

[ Warning: fem reader, jealousy, possessive sex, d/s, breeding kink, throat holding (sorta choking), crying, words such as “good girl” “baby” and “lovebug”, some aftercare ] 

Peter was defiant with keeping his crush on Potter's little sister a secret, it was wrong for him to think of you like that in a romantic manner. Especially since Peter grew up with the Potters, going over with his mom for family dinners and game nights. He had no right to grow a fondness, but he couldn’t help but clench his fist when Sirius always made an effort to flirt with you. 

You had never had a boyfriend, James being the over protective brother and denying any guy access to you. But James always let Sirius slide with his little flirty comments, laughing along with him as you grew flustered. Peter was jealous, it was plainly obvious but everyone just played it off as him also being protective for you. 

“You’re like our brother!” James chants quite often to Peter, saying an “our” to indicate that you also viewed him as a brother. That however, was not true. You felt embarrassed for liking one of James' friends, Peter was just so kind and funny, it was hard not to grow attracted to him. 

After a long morning of constant flirting from Sirius, Peter was fed up. He made some shitty excuse to get you alone, bringing you up to his dorm to show you some of his new succulents. 

It wasn’t long until his thick cock was buried deep inside of you, his lips decorating your skin with simple hickeys in a mark to claim you. He groaned as he filled you up completely, your nails scratching his back with the intrusion. 

“Peter oh fuck,” you gasp, his lips connecting with your tit. The sucking sensation was new, Peter's hand moving to cup your other breast. Peter growls as he adjusts his hips, slamming deeper inside of your welcoming slick cunt. 

“You’re all fucking mine, I had you first,” Peter grunts, your walls gripping at his cock to try and make him stay. Your head falls back against the bed… correction, Sirius’s bed. You felt wild for fucking Peter, he was a friend since birth not to mention he was one of your brothers best friends. 

“Look at me, who’s fucking you right now? Who’s making you feel this good,” Peter snaps, his hand holding your neck as he gives a gracious squeeze. Your eyes shut, mouth gasping as his cock hits every good nerve. “You, you do Peter,” you pant, moving your hips to feel him connect with every point. The words that left your mouth made the blonde mutter a growl, his cock leaving your clenching cunt as he flips you onto your stomach. 

“Gonna breed this little pussy and make you all mine,” Peter groans, his hands grabbing your hips as he pulls you to sit up on your knees. He holds your waist, keeping you still for him to slide his cock back inside. You shake at the new position, his cock feeling so big in your slanted hole. His hand grabs your tit, pinching the erect bud between his thumb and pointer finger as he draws out a loud whimper. 

“Please, m’ all yours,” you moan, his lips connecting with the side of your neck. His teeth graze the flesh, nibbling against it to make you whimper once more. He fucks you from behind, not giving you a chance to breathe as he takes you to orgasm. 

“That’s right, cum all over my cock,” Peter tells you, your back arching as he pulls you closer. Your warm cunt squeezes around him, your fluids coating his cock for better lubrications. You’re tired out, body limb with tingles as you lean against him for support. 

“Please Peter, want your cum,” you whine, Peter letting you rest against the bed. He holds the back of your neck down, pining you to the bed for his own use. His hips meet the flush of your ass, the overstimulation driving you crazy and you cry with mumbled words. 

“Don’t worry baby, ‘gonna give you exactly what you want,” Peter comforts plainly, lost in his own bliss as he fucks into you with a fast sloppy motion. You cry into the sheets, gripping it between your fingers as you get used just for his pleasure; knowing this was making your head spin, thighs opening wider to give him a better angle. 

“So good, you’re being such a good girl,” Peter praises, his own end meeting as he holds your hips and pushes you to take his cock fully. He groans as he spills his seed inside of you, keeping himself still as you let out cries and mumbles from the pleasure. The feeling of his cum hits every pleasure point, a warmth invading your body as you cum for a second time. 

You both pant and catch your breath, Peter being gentle as he slides out in a quick motion. He helps lower you completely on the bed, his hand rubbing your lower back. 

“You did so well lovebug,” Peter coo’s, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before quickly picking up his clothes. He slides into his briefs with a hiss, tugging his pants on as he reaches for your discarded clothes as well. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up and dressed, do you want me to get you one of James jumpers?” Peter asked, grabbing some tissues on Sirius bedside table as he cleans the spilling cum. You sniffle, not answering as Peter slides your panties up and over your used goods. 

“What about your jumper?” You ask, rolling onto your back as you wipe your makeup stained face. Peter smiles, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss. You instantly get butterflies, leaning to meet his lips. 

“Of course you can,” Peter says, standing up to go over to his trunk. You slide a shirt over your body, covering the obvious hickeys and marks from Peter. Your hair sprawls out in wisps as you push it into a low messy ponytail. You wipe your face, cleaning the sweat off. 

Peter comes over, helping you into one of his comfiest jumpers. He helps you into your skirt, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your knees. 

“Who do you belong to?” He asked, rubbing your thigh for a clue. You bring him closer, nuzzling into his chest. “I belong to you,” 

[yee-fxcking-haw]

•Forget That Extra•

Summary: Porn with very little plot, just a lot of self induldent smut then some super soft Bakugo. FWB trope and all. This one gets RIGHT INTO THE NEWS (starts with smut immediately) so strap in.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader (both Bakugo and Reader are aged up to 18+)

Warnings: Rough sex, degredation, impact play, choking, ddlg terms, squirting, spitting, dumbification, a dash of breeding/impregnation kink, unprotected sex, overstimulation if you squint, multiple orgasms, marking, possession kink, switch reader, switch Bakugo. (Primarily submissive reader with primarily dominant bakugo.)

Word count: 7,402

A/N: This was,,,, depraved,, and it's only gonna get worse.

Part Two • Part Three

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"Fucking- shit- you take this cock so fucking well." Bakugo huffs out as he plows into you from behind, he punctuates his sentence with a harsh slap to your ass. The action earns a high pitched moan from you. Your right hand flies to his headboard, desperate for some kind of a brace against his punishing thrusts.

Sex with Bakugo has always been like this, rough, fast, and urgent. Everything he does in the bedroom is exactly what you would expect from somebody with his explosive personality. You two had started out as "just friends", with immense tension, until one day that tension broke and you introduced the benefits side to your relationship. It happened in an abandoned janitor's closet in the building of the hero agency you both worked at. Ever since then you became Katsuki Bakugo's personal plaything. Your little arrangement had created something truly volatile. One minute you would be all over each other, the next not even willing to speak to each other. You would never cross over the line into an actual relationship, though. That was the only rule set for this shitshow you've both created.

You're in your current predicament because you were caught flirting with some extra at the bar you two were at while Bakugo was in the bathroom. While you're not technically his, he's very territorial. He's decided to teach you a lesson of sorts about flirting behind his back. Something he has no right to do given the dynamic of your relationship, but you're more than willing to pretend if it means he'll rail you like he is right now.

"Who's pussy is this?" He nearly yells as his hand fists into your hair so he can yank you up, your back bends painfully, but you're quickly distracted from the pain by the feeling of his other hand wrapping around your throat.

"I asked you a question bitch, or have I fucked you so stupid you can't even answer?" His tone is nasty, teasing. The harshness of it all renders you incapable of articulating anything. All you can do is moan like a whore while he drills his thick cock in and out of you. His hips slam against your ass and you can feel your juices dripping down the insides of your thighs. Only Bakugo can get you like this, you want to tell him too. You want to stroke his already pompous ego, but all you can do is cry out and take what he's giving you.

"You're so fucking wet, bet you would've let anybody fuck you, huh? You- little -whore." He says the last three words with malice, ramming himself into you as each one leaves his mouth. The hand that isn't on your throat snakes around your waist to tease your clit, he doesn't do much though, just rubs light and slow and it drives you fucking insane. You can feel your body begging for an orgasm, but with the way he's touching you, all you can do is sit on the edge and wait for him to have mercy. Your walls flutter slightly, but not enough to bring you much satisfaction. You groan impatiently, biting your bottom lip hard enough to break the skin. Bakugo chuckles behind you, the sound irritates the hell out of you. Of course he's laughing at you.

"What's wrong baby? Can't cum unless I make you?" He sneers against your neck, he finishes the sentence by releasing your neck just so he can plant his hand between your shoulder blades and force your chest against the bed. Your back arches up in that sinful way you know he loves. His thrusts have slowed slightly, becoming almost gentle, his left hand is still roped around your body so his rough middle finger can trace lazy circles on your clit.

You bury your face in the mattress and cry out, you're right fucking there. Your body is screaming for it, it's like your orgasm is starting but it won't progress past the feeling of falling. It's almost fucking painful. You hear his dark laugh fill the room again and you want nothing more than to turn around and deck him in his handsome face.

He bends down and gathers your hair again, this time his movements are more guiding than demanding. He pulls your roots to turn your face to the side, he presses a sloppy kiss against your temple. His hips continue their lazy push and pull out of your soaked cunt. You let out a pathetic sob like sound and ball the sheets in your fists.

"What is it baby- tell me what you need." He's taunting you again, his voice has that teasing edge. He fucking knows what you want, but he won't give it to you until you say it. Anger bubbles in your chest, creating a strong desire to be defiant. You'll definitely pay for it, but you love it when he gets pissed off.

"I need to cum." You moan, trying to sound pitiful and desperate. You pout slightly, knowing your antics will spur him on.

"Do you think you deserve that?" He growls as he applies just slightly more pressure to your clit, only enough to tease you, making your walls ache and your head spin.

"I bet- fuck Katsuki-" You choke when he pushes himself all the way into you, circling his hips a little once he's fully encased by your soaked hole.

"You bet what?" His voice is dripping with amusement, it pulls you back down to earth long enough to spit out the words you know he'll make you pay for.

"I bet that extra could've made me cum by now." You let your lips pull into a deviant smirk, you look back at him and your chest seizes immediately. His crimson eyes are ablaze with fury, his upper lip pulls up slightly to sneer down at you. He takes a deep breath in, his strong chest expands and your mouth waters at the sweat rolling down his pecs. He stops all movement against you, you internally scream at the loss of stimulation.

He doesn't say a damn word, before you can even say anything to fix this he's ripped himself out of you, his muscular right arm slips around your waist. His hand grabs at your side and he pulls it back swiftly, flipping you onto your back like it's nothing. He leers over you, placing both hands on either side of your head. His movements are slow, almost primal. His gaze is intense and vengeful, you cower beneath him and hold your breath.

He slowly moves his right hand to grasp your chin. You let out a weak breath as soon as his thumb ghosts over your bottom lip. He pulls your soft skin down and you immediately open your mouth to pull his thumb in and swirl your tongue around it. His lack of words and action is making you increasingly nervous for what's going to come next, your heart is hammering in your chest and you have a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. He's never this quiet during sex. He's always groaning or barking orders at you, did you go too far?

"I'm sure he's still there." He sighs, pushing his thumb further into your mouth.

Your face scrunches in confusion. Where is he going with this?

He braces himself on his knees on either side of your hips, straddling you so he can move his left hand up your body. You steal a glance down between your bodies and see his cock is still painfully hard, glistening with the slick you covered him in. The sight makes you sigh against his hand while your eyes flutter back to his. His left hand snakes over your breast, flicking your nipple on his way, the action makes your body jump and him chuckle. Soon his hand is around your throat again, squeezing in a warning way that makes your heart beat even faster.

"How about I find him and bring him back here for you?" His eyes flicker to your mouth, watching you suck his thumb intently.

"But first…" His hand leaves your mouth abruptly so he can grab your jaw again, your mouth hangs open while he chokes you further.

"I'm gonna cover you in my fucking cum so he knows how much of a whore you are." He spits into your mouth then forces your jaw shut, then gives you a fierce look as he raises his eyebrows. Between his brutal words and his feral appearance, you don't dare push it. You swallow like you know he wants and open your mouth to prove that you've done it.

"Good girl." He almost moans the words.

"Is that what you want then?" He growls, visibly irritated by your lack of argument with the implications that you want somebody else to satisfy you. The hand on your throat tightens even more, causing your own hands to inch towards the vice he's created around your airway.

"No- I don't want that." You gasp out, electricity pulsing through you at the intensity of it all.

"So what do you want?" He asks impatiently.

"You- I fuckin- shit- You Katsuki, I want your cock, nobody else's." You're sputtering, white stars start to spark in your eyes.

He tears himself away from, you gasp as soon as your throat is free of his crushing grip. He maneuvers down your body so he's kneeling between your thighs, he gathers your shaking legs and presses them together, letting them lean to the left side slightly. He reaches down his body and grabs his thick cock to start stroking himself lazily. Your walls clench with longing as his deep red eyes glare at you.

"You want this?" He asks, nodding down at his impressive length.

"Please…" Your voice is absolutely pathetic, laced with need, you find yourself grabbing at the sheets again.

He doesn't say anything else, just rolls his eyes then lines his tip up at your entrance. You hiss at the contact, so desperate to be filled by him again.

Much to your dismay, he's pulled back out as soon as he's pressed himself in. Then you feel the most maddening sensation you've ever experienced. He presses his dick right between your thighs, using your slick as lube. Your eyes roll back and you huff, you feel the sting of tears gathering and gaze up at him with the most pitiful expression.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Bakugo taunts as he slides his length between your soft thighs again.

"You wanted me to fuck you again, huh?" He asks as his hands trail down the backs of your thighs, coming to the curve of your ass to finish his ministrations with a harsh squeeze.

You nod weakly, the horrible ache in your pussy is absolutely maddening. You take in a shuddering breath as you feel your legs begin to shake slightly. Bakugo doesn't miss this in the slightest, in fact, he seems to get a kick out of your desperation. His face lights up in a ferocious and sadistic way, slowly pulling himself in and out of your squished thighs the whole time.

He brings his hands back up to hook them under your knees so he can spread your legs open again. He glares down at your aching entrance and he lets out a condescending chuckle.

His right hand slithers down to your core, he lets his middle finger skate over your puffy clit. Your whole body jolts at the contact, his eyebrow tweaks up at your reaction, that knowing smirk spreads across his face.

"There is one way you can get this cock inside of you again." He drawls.

This grabs your attention shamefully fast, you shift so you're braced on your elbows. He lets himself settle down between your legs so his hot breath can fan over your dripping folds.

"I'll do it, whatever it is, please Katsuki." You're more than just slightly embarrassed to be pleading in this way, but your body needs release desperately, so your pride is nearly non-existent.

"You can squirt for me." His words send a chill right up your spine. You shiver in anticipation and relax against his touch. He presses his lips into the inside of your thigh as his arms snake around your legs so he can hold them against his strong shoulders. He gives you a few more gentle kisses, nipping your heated skin every once in a while.

His eyes flicker up to yours, the beautiful scarlet irises are flooded with lust and his pupils are blown wide. The sight of him looking at you like that from between your legs makes your chest ignite with exhilarating desire. He opens his mouth, letting his tongue loll out, not breaking eye contact for a second. He flicks the tip of it over your clit with lightning speed, you throw your head back and huff at his agonizing teasing.

You're jolted back to reality with smack the side of your leg with brutal force. The sharp sting makes your walls contract as a whimper leaves your throat.

"Eyes on me, sweet girl." He mumbles against you, lips pressing into your clit as he sighs.

You internally scream, you want to tell him to use his mouth on you, you want to tell him to quit his teasing and be a man. You don't fucking dare though, you're miserable enough.

Then he finally licks a long strip up your lips, letting the tip of his tongue flick your clit like he did seconds ago. This time he applies more pressure and moves slower. Your body reacts instantly, cunt clenching as your thighs jerk inwards. He absolutely hates that, he growls and pulls his hands from your hips to press them against the insides of your thighs so he can pry your legs open.

"Don't make me tie these down." He warns, giving you no time to answer before pressing his hot mouth back against where you need him most.

You cry out but you don't dare let your head fall back, remembering his command from before. Your head is spinning and your body is trembling against your will. He's completely devouring you, his mouth is creating lewd smacking sounds as he tongues your aching clit. Before you can't even process it when you feel two of his thick fingers shove into your fluttering cunt.

"Fucking hell, Katsuki!" You cry as he starts to pump his digits in and out of you, his tongue doesn't slow down at all as he finger fucks you furiously.

Your nerves are on fire as the pleasure in your center builds until you're on the edge again. Your body's reaction is to squeeze your legs together. Just as you start to pull them inwards slightly Katsuki raises the hand that isn't two knuckles deep inside you and lets it fall against the inside of your thigh with a crack. The sweet sting makes you moan, you're pushed even closer to your release and you feel an unnatural pressure build close to where he's working your cunt.

"I'm gonna- oh my god- Baby, I'm gonna-" You spit the words out between gasps, the confirmation that you're about to give him what he wants only spurs him on further. His fingers move even quicker, he lets them curl up against the sponge-like skin, jerking his wrist harshly. As soon as the pads of his fingers find that sweet spot inside you, the dam breaks. Your body collapses against the bed as your back arches off the sweat soaked sheets.

"Oh that's it baby girl, that's what I wanna see." He huffs out as you start to squirt around his fingers. He's replaced his tongue with his other hand, letting his middle finger flick your clit in fervent up and down motions. The change of stimulation has you crying out and thrashing your head as you squirt forcefully, the feeling is so foreign and intense. Blinding pleasure catches every single nerve of your body on fire as your pussy clenches and gushes against him. It's almost embarrassing but it feels so incredible.

"-Feels so fucking good, Suki don't fucking stop." You wail, hands grasping at the bed as your hips lift up. Your cunt gives him one last powerful burst as you sob his name over and over.

He keeps his hands working against you, but slows his movements down as he watches your body ease back out of its rapturous pleasure. As soon as you're flat against the mattress again and he sees you catch your breath, he rips his hands away from you. You want to object, but before you can he's shoving his fingers into your mouth. Your own spunky flavor spreads across your taste buds as you suck him into your mouth so you can clean your release off.

"First of all, don't tell me what to do." He huffs as he pulls his fingers out so he can capture your jaw in a possessive grasp.

"Second of all, I'm not going to stop until you want to fucking worship me." His words send you reeling, still trying to catch your breath from the electrifying orgasm he's just given you.

He bends down and kisses you fiercely, all teeth and tongue as he claims your mouth.

He pulls away and settles back onto his knees between your legs. His hands trail down your sides, his feathery touch raises goosebumps all over your flushed skin.

"You were such a good girl." He mumbles as his hand comes to grasp his hard length, he strokes it lazily as he looks down at you.

You lick your lips at the sight, of course he doesn't miss the action. He lets out a patronizing chuckle.

"Is this what you want?" He asks with a mocking tone.

"Yes." You say quietly, your voice is ragged from your previous cries.

His eyebrows shoot up as he lets himself drop to cage you with his arms. He shoves your drenched thighs apart with his knee so he can settle between them. He presses himself against your folds and you his at the teasing sensation.

"Yes what, baby?" The sweet nickname betrays his menacing tone.

Your hands slide up to claw at his muscular sides, your lip quivers and your thighs squeeze his hips.

"Yes, Daddy, I want you to ruin me with that cock." Your voice is light and begging, just like he likes it.

He glares down at you, still pissed at you for bringing up the guy from the bar, but you see the small crack in his facade at your confession. You decide to keep running with your little desperate act. Well, it's not really an act, you truly are so fucking desperate for him. Pride be damned, you need to get railed.

"I'm so sorry I said anything about that stupid extra." You sigh, letting your hands slide up his tense abs.

"He could never make me feel like you do. Nobody ever could." Your hands find their place on the sides of his face, you let your hips roll up against his aching length as you bat your eyelashes.

"Do you mean that?" He asks. The tone in his voice throws you off. He's the one that sounds desperate now, like he wants you to keep reassuring him. Of course he fucking does. He said it himself, he wants you to worship him.

"Nobody has ever made me come that hard before." You admit. His face almost quivers at your words. You take advantage at the moment of weakness, you wrap your strong thighs around his hips and flip you both so you're straddling him. It's a gamble of a move given how much you just pissed him off, but he's all too ready to have his ego stroked. He submits to you beautifully, allowing you to settle on top of his lap so you can run your slick center on his needy dick. His hands cling to your hips, finger tips digging in when you rake your own hands through his messy blonde spikes.

"You make me feel so good, Suki." You whisper against his ear, reveling in the way his entire body relaxes. Maybe he doesn't need to dominate you, maybe he needs you to prove your devotion to him.

"Yeah? Is that right?" He tries to maintain his intimidating tone, but the feeling of his tip against your soaking hole makes him bite his lip while his eyes roll back.

"That's right baby, your name is the only name I want to scream." You punctuate your sentence with a nip at the soft skin under his ear.

A sweet, breathy moan escapes his throat. Now it's your turn to be power hungry.

You snake your hand up to his jaw, letting your fingers grasp the tense flesh with a delicate hold. His eyes meet yours and it takes every ounce of self control in your body to hold you back from jumping on his dick right that second. He's looking up at you with big, doe like eyes. Desperation is etched on every handsome feature, it's enough to make your knees go weak.

"Can I please make you feel good?" You ask sweetly, letting your thumb trace over his kiss-swollen bottom lip. He just nods and sighs, never letting his eyes leave yours for a second.

You roll your hips against him again, the action only makes his grip on your hips tighten as he throws his head back.

"You're already doin' that." He huffs out. His cheeks have a dusting of blush across them. He looks so beautiful like this, all flushed and desperate. You've never really been in control before, not like this anyway. Sure, you've been on top, but you've never seen Bakugo so… submissive?

You grab the sides of his face instinctively, pulling him towards you to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He moans into your mouth as he lets his hands snake around your waist to pull you against him. He lifts your torso against his and you bite his bottom lip when you feel the tip of his dick press into your dripping hole. You pull away to glance down at him and you notice the strained look in his ruby eyes.

"Don't hold back, pretty boy." You breathe out. Your words break his resolve completely, he snarls at you as he plants his feet on the bed so he can drive his cock into you with one sharp thrust. You scream his name and throw your hands out to brace against the headboard.

"Are you sure about that, princess?" He taunts as he pulls out again, stopping once his head is pressed at your entrance again.

"Yes- fuck- please fuck me like tha- FUCK!" You don't get a chance to finish your begging, he sinks himself into you again but this time he doesn't stop. His pace is immediately unforgiving, your whole body starts to shake and all you can do is cry out with each thrust.

"That's it, fuckin' scream for me, baby." He pants. His mouth then moves to attack your neck with hot open mouthed kisses and nips. Whiny moans fall from his lips between each bite. The sweet sting of his teeth against the delicate skin sends shocks of pleasure straight to your core where you're being split open by his incredibly harsh thrusts.

"I don't want to ever hear you talk about another man like that, not when I can fuck your cunt like this." He gasps when the words make you clamp down on him even more than you already are. His possessive statement makes you want to submit completely, any hint of the dominance you felt seconds ago flies from your brain. You're left with nothing but the need to surrender and please him.

"I'm sorry." You sob against his shoulder as he kisses your cervix with his pounding.

"For what?" He grunts. He's testing you now, seeing just how far you've slipped into your submissive headspace.

"I'm sorry for even talking to him. He's nothing compared to you, Dynamight." Your voice is filled with broken desperation, your mind is set on earning atonement for your behavior at the bar.

The name sends him over the edge, without stopping his hips he flips you both over so he can shove your back into the bed. One hand flies to the headboard while the other comes down to form a vice around your throat. He doesn't choke you though, just applies enough pressure to keep you on edge. His mind is set more on possession than punishment now.

"Is this how I get you to behave? I gotta fuck you senseless so you'll fucking act right?" He snarls at you, nothing but fury in his eyes as he buries himself in you again and again.

You nod your head furiously, your jaw drops when he delivers a particularly rough thrust that sets all of your nerves on fire. Drool slips out of the side of your mouth and you feel hot tears fall from your eyes. Your legs tremble around him and your hands cling to the sheets as you moan and sob beneath him.

"Who makes you feel this good?" He barks.

"You do." You say pitifully, immediately kicking yourself for not answering him the way you're supposed to.

In a flash his hand has left your throat so he can send his knuckles cracking across your cheek as he back hands you with a growl. The hand comes back to grab your jaw and jerk your head to face him, he brings his hips to an agonizing pace. He rolls his body against your a few times before pressing himself into you completely, then he stops moving completely. You cry and squirm against the painful stretch, blinking up at him with blurry, tear filled eyes.

"You have one more chance." He says against your ear, voice low and full of warning. He lets his hand squeeze your face even more, inevitably decorating your jaw with little bruises.

"Who makes you feel this good?" He asks you again, his voice has a slight tremor to it, giving you a heads up that now is not the time to push him.

"You do, sir." You gasp, another sob wracking your body. You want to push your hips up against his to gain back even a trace of the feeling he was previously giving you. Your body trembles like a leaf when you realize how pathetic your voice still sounds, knowing he won't be satisfied.

"Speak up, bitch." He says, letting his palm crack across your other cheek. The pain makes your pussy clench around him, he just chuckles at your slutty behavior.

"You do, sir!" You try to scream, but you just end up crying. You know you have to look like an absolute wreck.

Out of your peripheral vision his hand moves again and you brace for impact, but he shocks you by placing his hand gently against your check. The hand on the headboard comes down to rest beside your head, letting his body come even closer to you. You gaze up at him and wait with baited breath for his next command.

"That's my girl. Now, beg." He says plainly as he pulls his hips back by barely an inch to rock back into you. The motion pushes more tears out of your eyes and more drool from your mouth.

"Please fuck me, Daddy, please- OH FUCK!" Just like that he's ripping you apart again with his relentless thrusts.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you thank you thank you." You cry like a prayer as your eyes drill shut and your back arches off the bed, your walls seize up and your muscles quake when you hear him moaning praises.

"You're so fucking tight, princess." He knows what he's doing, he knows exactly what to say when you're like this, and it's fucking perfect.

"Thank you, daddy." You sob against the hand still pressed to your cheek, you're both surrendering now. Your bodies are aching for that sweet euphoria you offer each other after all this teasing. His other hand mirrors the one holding your cheek so he can cradle your face and lean his forehead against yours. The tenderness sends you careening towards your orgasm, but you know better than to finish without permission.

"Can I please cum." You beg as your hands slide to his back so you can drag your nails down the sweat soaked skin.

"Not yet, you better fuckin' hold it." He huffs out above you, he brings himself back up to brace on one arm. The other slides down to flip one of your legs up so he can hook it around his elbow. The way this new position has your hips angled is absolutely maddening for both of you. You're spread so wide for him that he's able to plunge into you to the hilt with every thrust, and the way your leg is hiked up makes you feel even tighter around him. An all too familiar pressure builds in your core, your walls flutter and your abs tense as the muscles in your cunt shutter.

"I'm gonna fuckin' squirt again." You pray he doesn't punish you for stating it instead of asking if you could, but the look in his eyes tells you he's not in an orgasm ruining mood. His red eyes light up with an animalistic glare, wild blonde hair glued to his forehead by the sweat pouring out of his overworked body.

"Fuckin' do it then, slut. Let me feel that messy cunt cum all over my cock." That's all it takes.

Your hand flies down to assault your clit, and the stimulation sends you straight into your electric orgasm. Your body convulses against Katsuki as your cunt spasms and gushes around his cock, you revel in the sweet pleasure that spreads between your legs and sob out broken cries. He doesn't slow down his thrusts in the slightest, if anything he speeds up. The sight of you squirting around him turns him completely feral.

"Oh fuck yeah, good girl, fuckin' soak me." His voice shifts to that beautiful higher pitch that makes him sound so needy.

You let out gasps and shrill moans as you come undone, between your fingers and his thrust your release is being spread all over the two of you, inevitably ruining the sheets as well.

"Thank you sir- fuck! Thank you for making me squirt." You moan, fingers slowing down as the gushing from your cunt stops. Nerves twitching with the aftershocks of your blinding release, you gain some mental clarity. As Katsuki continues to drill into you, you make sure to not let your walls relax, desperate to see him come undone. You know exactly what he needs. He needs that big ass ego stroked.

His thrusts slow slightly, setting a much less brutal pace. It's not the slow, sloppy pace he sets when he's close, though. His face is scrunched up in deep concentration, breath leaving his lungs in harsh puffs. While he has stamina unmatched by anybody you've ever slept with, he is human. His body is exhausted from all of the exertion it took to get you to finish so forcefully, you look down his body and see his muscles twitching under his lovely, porcelain skin. You owe him after that, big time. It's your turn to make him a mess.

"You ruined me, Daddy." You say as you watch his eyebrows squeeze together, your tone is feather soft as you run your fingers along his sides. His body reacts with a gorgeous shutter, now you've got him.

"You're the only one baby, only you can make me cum that hard." A stunning moan leaves his throat, your sweet talk is doing a number on him, and a wicked idea enters your brain.

"Let me ride you, please, I wanna make it up to you." You beg.

"Make what up to me?" He's so caught off guard by your request, and the fact that he doesn't immediately know what you're talking about tells you he's hanging on by a thread.

"I was such a bad girl, Daddy. I gotta make it up to you." You say with a sweet, innocent tone. Another gentle moan leaves his mouth and his hips stall slightly. That's the exact window you were looking for. You use the same move you did earlier to roll yourself on top. He huffs out as his back meets the mattress, cock still buried inside you. Your hips settle down against his as you lean forward to press your torso against his. One strong hand slides to squeeze your ass while the other sneaks up your side to grab your breast, skilled fingers pinch the nipple and you hiss at the stimulation. You roll your hips against his as your body sings for him.

"Please, baby." He sighs, leaning up to press a kiss against your collar bone.

The gentleness of his request makes your head spin, as well as his willingness to ask so sweetly. Katsuki doesn't ask for anything in the bedroom, or in general. Seeing him in this submissive state makes your mind and body buzz. If you were in a more sadistic mood, you might want to hear him beg a little more, but your body is already so worn from the intense orgasms he's put you through. You settle for lazily rolling your hips against him, gazing down to watch every gorgeous expression cross his fucked out face. His head falls back and his eyes flutter shut, his lips part as and a strained moan leaves his mouth.

"Look at me, baby, please, I want you to watch me." You coo, letting your hands slide up to run through his messy hair. He opens his mouth to say something, probably sass you for even remotely attempting to give him an order. He's cut off as you raise your hips to back down on his length suddenly.

"Oh shit, keep doin' that." He glances down between your bodies, desperate to see where you're connected.

"This?" You tease as you raise your hips again to repeat the motion, this time setting a gentle pace as you bounce on his cock.

"Yeah, just like that, good girl." He sighs, head falling back. Of course he's not going to listen to your request for him to keep his eyes open, even when he's the one underneath you, he won't be told what to do. You're not in the mood to challenge him though, your overstimulated body is already responding to the feeling of him inside you. You sit up and throw your hair over your shoulder as you bring yourself down against him with more force. You grab his wrists and drag his leathery hands up your sides, causing his eyes to snap open as he lifts his head up to gaze at your bouncing breasts.

"Play with me, Daddy, please." You moan softly, guiding his hands up to grasp your tits. He squeezes them greedily and groans at the feeling of the soft flesh. You plant your hands on his strong chest and focus all of your energy into riding him. As your hips snap down against him, he fills you perfectly and you feel your own orgasm starting to build. You're on a mission though, Katsuki has to cum now, and you know exactly how to make that happen.

"Fuck- I wanna feel you cum baby, please fill me up." You beg as you throw your head back, his hands fly to your waist at your confession and his fingers dig into you.

"Yeah? You desperate for Daddy's cum?" He's maintaining his dominance, but his resolve is crumbling.

You nod fervently, grabbing his right hand so you can bring it to your mouth. You take his thumb into your mouth and wrap your pouty lips around it, you feel drool drip out of your mouth to slide down your chin and land on your chest. You look down to see him watching you like a hawk, eyes glued to the spit sliding between your breasts. You let his thumb fall out of your mouth so you can dirty talk some more.

"Make me yours, put a fuckin baby in me, Suki." You throw yourself forward so you can plant your hands beside his head and bare down on his cock even more. Obscene, wet, smacking sounds fill the room as your sopping cunt slams down on his length repeatedly.

"I'll make you mine, slut, I'll fuckin fill you up." He huffs out.

"I'll put a baby in that perfect body, ruin you for everyone else- shit, baby- I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fuckin cum." As he finishes his sentence his voice climbs a few octaves, starting at his usual manly tenor to end at a pitiful wine.

"You feel so good Daddy, let me feel you cum, I wanna make you feel good." You run a hand down his chest, letting your nails leave angry red marks in their wake. He throws his head back to cry out as his hips buck against you, the sight sends you hurtling into another earth shattering orgasm. It's so fucking perfect, as soon as he starts cumming your walls start pulsing around him. You both still against each other as you feel him start to fill you up with ropes of his hot cum. You collapse onto his chest as you both work your hips against each other, moaning incoherent praises about how good you both did. You ride out your orgasms in tandem, his beautiful, broken moans fill your ears as hot tears cascade down your pink cheeks.

You both pant as you come back down, nerves firing and bodies twitching. You bring your face up to glance down at him. His ruby eyes flutter open to meet yours, his hands move gingerly up your body. His fingertips glide over the bruises already forming on the skin he abused with his teeth. He moves to press a thankful kiss against your battered neck. You run your fingers through his hair and let out a content hum at his affectionate gesture.

He continues to place kisses up your neck, across your jaw, then he grabs your chin so he can tilt your face to the left to kiss where the impact of his knuckles have welted the skin. He does the same with the other cheek so he can kiss where he slapped you on that side.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He mumbles against your flushed face. He timidly slips his softening cock out of your well used hole, you feel warm liquid leak out and spread down your thighs, but at this point it's impossible to know who it's from. You roll off of him and huff when your back hits the bed. He slides off and stands with his hand out for you, you take it and wince when you stand. Your legs threaten to give out, trembling beneath you as you attempt to walk.

"Come here you big baby." He rolls his eyes and scoops you up bridal style. You sigh and lean your head against his shoulder as he hauls you off to the bathroom. He gently sets you in the large claw foot bathtub, you shiver as the frozen porcelain bites your hot skin.

"Here, move forward." He says simply, you obey thoughtlessly. He slides in behind you after flipping the faucet on. He gathers your hair in his hands then moves it over your shoulder so it can fall across your chest when you lean back against him. He brings a hand up to smooth the hair sticking to your sweaty forehead back, placing a sweet kiss to your temple while he does so.

Your eyes flutter closed and you bask in the warmth of his aftercare. Katsuki might be a rockstar in bed, but he really shines in the quiet moments after. He always cares for you like you're something precious that he doesn't want to break. The thought sends a pang of longing through your chest, knowing the security he offers after his rough sex isn't the result of romance.

"Thank you, sir," You sigh out as the water rises over your shaking legs. He smiles against your head, amused at you still addressing him with the name he demands you use in the bedroom, knowing you're still stuck in your obedient headspace.

"Use my name, baby." He says, coaxing you back out of it.

"Thank you, Suki." He hums at the nickname as he reaches for your hand, bringing the back of it to his soft lips.

Soon the water has covered both of your bodies completely, you reach your foot out to turn the faucet off. The heat of the water feels devine against your exhausted muscles, your legs stop trembling and you relax against Katsuki.

"Can we talk?" He asks, head dropping to kiss along the shoulder not covered by your hair.

"What about?" You ask, taking his hand in yours to observe the scars littering his broad palm.

"I meant it." He says, voice deep and intentional.

"Meant what?" You inquire, bringing his hand up to kiss it like he had yours.

"Be mine." He says it like it's obvious, like you should've known better.

Your heart soars at the proposition, but you have to make sure he isn't just talking out of his ass because he's high on endorphins.

"Suki, we agreed that-"

"I know what we fuckin' agreed on." He says gruffly, there's the harsh Bakugo you know.

"I changed my mind." He says, taking a deep breath after changing his tone back to a more caring one.

"Plus I'm doing you a favor." He says, voice laced with mischief.

"How so?" You ask.

"This way you won't have bad sex with lame extras." He states, making you both laugh a little.

"Yeah, good point." You giggle. You turn so you can straddle him, water splashing around you as you do so.

His hands find their home on your waist and his eyes study your face as you settle on his lap.

"You can't have all your ladies though." You sigh, giving a fake pout as you bring your hands up to cradle his face.

"There haven't been any others since this started." His honesty nearly knocks the wind out of you.

"What?" You ask, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Nobody but you." He confirms, leaning up to kiss across your collar bones. He presses his lips into your skin again and again, you pull his face away to look down at him seriously.

"I don't like seeing you with anyone else, I don't want anyone else to have you." He looks up at you through his lashes, an unusual look in his eyes.

"Ok." You breathe out, causing his eyebrows to raise, an almost excited look on his face.

"I'm yours, Suki." You smile down at him. A rare grin spreads across his handsome face and his lips are on yours instantly, kissing you passionately as his arms snake around to grab at your hips.

"Say it again." He mumbles against your lips, still smiling like a fool.

"I'm all yours, Dynamight." You say with a wry smile.

He chuckles, low and dark, before scooping you up by grabbing you under your thighs. You giggle as he pulls you out of the water, he moves quickly back into the bedroom then throws you on the bed. You laugh as you bounce against the mattress.

"What are you doing? We're gonna get the sheets wet!" You yell.

"We already did that, sweetheart." He laughs as he crawls over you.

"Plus, you're my woman now-" He grabs your waist and starts kissing down your stomach, your body reacts to him immediately, head thrown back as his kisses inch lower.

"I've fucked you, now I've gotta make love to you." He says against your hip bone, punctuating his sentence with a sweet bite.

The promise of something so passionate with Bakugo has you reeling. You're more than ready for whatever he has planned for tonight.

"Take me, sparky." You tease, letting him spread your legs.

"Oh baby, I'll do more than that." And just like that, you're seeing stars again.

[qyllenhaal]

Good Wives Club [2]

Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 4.2k.

Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter One || Chapter Three

Summary: It's been more than a year since she's escaped the ghost of her past but life is never fair to a girl like her. Lee doesn't care that she has a husband, a nice house, and sugary fake friends, he wants what's rightfully his.

Warnings (series): Cheating, smut, violence, housewife kink, period-typical misogyny, age gap (about a ten year difference), manipulation, dark themes all around.

A/N: If anyone wants to be added to future tag list just let me know!

Y/n woke up at 5am with a dry mouth and her head spinning. Her night has been plagued with restlessness and she couldn't stay still. When she did fall asleep, it was for small periods of time. Each time she woke up she was not aware of where she was for the first five seconds, panic almost setting in before she registered the sound of her husband snoring.

The end of her irregular sleep cycle ended because she saw the hallway light was on. She sighed when realized it must be time for her husband to get ready for work. She virtually got no sleep and she'll probably be tired for the rest of the day.

She gets up from their creaky bed and starts walking down the hallway. It takes a while for her eyes to adjust to the brightness as she slowly plods down the hallway. She follows the light to the bathroom where she can hear her husband getting ready for work. On the days he goes in this early Y/n is relieved that she doesn't have to get up and cook breakfast for him.

The door is cracked but she opens it to find him inside. She situates herself in the doorway, watching him shave his face through the mirror.

"Good morning," he spoke with a scratchy voice. Even though Y/n didn't marry Llewellyn for love, she's still attracted to him and likes his company most of the time. She feels an ache inside of her that wants him to take her, but after running into Lee last night she's afraid she won't be able to get Lee's face out of her mind while beneath her husband.

"Good morning. Going in early?"

"Yep. Dad wants to do inventory today since he put it off last week."

"Oh okay," she accepts quietly, ready to leave her husband alone so he can get ready in peace.

However he asks her a surprising question, "hey, did you enjoy last night?"

"Uh, it was fine I guess. Did you?" Her hope is that he at least enjoyed himself somewhat.

"You know I don't like that super fancy stuff like that, but I have to eat crow; it wasn't all that bad and Bodecker's not as bad as I thought. He's kind of a funny guy. I still think he's not as hard on crime like everyone claims he is, but personally, he's not that bad. Florence was nice too. She invited us to dinner on Wednesday night, apparently that's the only night Lee has off. I told her we'd be able to join them."

The turn of events was shocking. Y/n couldn't believe her ears and she thought maybe she indeed was still asleep. Lou was not fond of many people and his only "friends" were his two brothers so him warming up to Lee and Florence left her speechless. So speechless that she didn't register the fact that he accepted a dinner invite for them.

"What?"

"What do you mean ‘what’? You dragged me to that dinner last night and wanted me to be nice, and now you're confused when I do just that?"

"I-I'm not confused...just shocked," she admits truthfully, "I can't believe you want to go to someone’s house who isn't your mother house for dinner —are you sure you want to go?"

"We're going Y/n."

His tone of voice indicates that the conversation is done and over with and the decision has been made. Y/n didn't even get to contest his decision but Lou can tell when Y/n is in a defiant mood. Her folding her arms and walking away was confirmation for him. She stalks her way back to the bedroom where she takes to hiding under the covers.

Lee and Lou under the same roof — it makes her stomach churn just to think about it. They're wildly different from each other but the thing she hates about them is what they have in common.

All she can hope is that this nightmare ends and she wakes back up to a life without Lee's ghost lingering around.

-

She decided to go with a floral dress again. She really wanted to take out the checkerboard dress that made her legs look good and showed off her arms, but Lou would have made her change before she had the chance to step out of the house. The floral print is dizzying, but it's the kind of dress that Lou likes to see her wear.

It's just a small dinner at the Bodecker's house but Y/n opts for kitten heels instead of sensible flats. She feels obligated to look her best despite there being less people to dress for. She's never been alone with Florence save for that day at the grocery store. Florence is always dressed to the 10's and Y/n needs to look just as good, if not better. She claims to hate Lee, but it would be so satisfying if she caught Lee ogling her breasts.

"Are you ready?"

Y/n thought Lou was too dressed up for a home dinner of four. He wore a pinstriped suit and those nice leather shoes he bought himself around the holidays.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she sighs in an attempt to let off some steam.

It was a shorter drive than Y/n expected. Florence hadn't disclosed where she lived before, but Brewer Heights wasn't that for them to live at a distance. The sun was nearly dipped over the horizon and the remaining light that hits their house makes it look like a model home. Everything little aspect and detail Y/n was going to compare herself too. She lives in a nice house, but Florence lives in a nicer house. It tears her up knowing she has the ultimate upper hand over Florence in the form of her own husband and she can't even act upon it. She would royally fuck up her life and their lives too if she decide to let her jealousy get the best of her.

As she walks up their stairs as another man's wife, she accepts that she is jealous. She's always been jealous of Florence even when she didn't know her name. What made her so worthy of all of these things? Lee used to act like he hates the woman so she must be a bitch behind closed doors. It wouldn't be surprising if she is because most people in this town will smile in your face and then gossip about you a minute later.

Lou knocks on the door and only a second later Florence is opening the door with a big smile on her face and Lee right next to her. He wore his police uniform without the jacket while Florence looked like a Lilly Pulitzer catalog girl.

It only took one millisecond of their eyes locking together for Y/n to feel the electricity between her and Lee. She drags her eyes away from his, but she can bet that he has a smirk on her face. He always liked to see her squirm; in a good and bad way.

"Y/n, Llewellyn! I'm so glad you could make it! Why don't you come on in," Florence steps to the side, nudging Lee over with her, to make way for Y/n and her husband.

Her eyes scan over every inch of their house. It's warm, cozy, and oddly comforting. Everything little thing was in its place; perfectly dusted and polished. Y/n is sure that Lee had no hand in decorating this place, it screams Florence through and through.

"Dinner is almost ready. I started the scalloped potatoes a little too late, but it should be done soon! Y/n, do you want to help me set the table?"

Y/n didn't want to leave her husband alone with Lee, but she also didn't want to be in the room with just them. She nods at Florence and follows behind her to their kitchen.

The house smells like Lou's parent's house on holidays. Y/n's stomach rumbles and she doesn't realize how hungry she was. She despises herself for wanting Florence's cooking, but she barely ate today because of how nervous she was.

"I already laid out the place mates, you can place the plates and silverware."

Y/n picks up the expensive dining ware that Florence points towards. She wonders if Florence cooks like this all the time, even when Lee works well into the night.

The walls of their dining room have an awful floral pattern. Y/n is beginning to become sick at the sight of anything that pertains to flowers. The cedar table is perfect for accommodating guests and Y/n wonders how many dinner parties they had in this room. Florence seems to put a lot of stock into being a good hostess. Y/n herself has yet to throw a dinner party at her home, but setting the plates on someone else's dining room table feels like practice. She silently imagines her house filled with Lou's family as she cooks dinner for them.

Florence enters the room and starts placing the dishes in the middle of the table. Her presence takes Y/n out of her fantasy, and when she sees how Florence made a 3-course-meal she feels worse.

"Does the food look good? I tried some new recipes from Julia Child's cookbook to try to impress you and Llewellyn," she admits, "I wasn't sure what you two would like, but Lee loves when I make those recipes from Julia Child and I bet Llewellyn would love it too! I could lend you the book some time!"

"Of course. I love her work!" Y/n lies straight through her teeth. She has no clue who the hell Julia Child is.

Florence grabs one last thing before calling the husbands into the dining room. She places one beer on the coasters designated for Lee and Lou. Lou has never been much of a drinker, but she knows that Lee can knock down a few beers in one sitting. He might be on his best behavior tonight in front of his wife and company.

"Dinner's ready!" Florence called out.

Y/n took her seat on the right side of the table and Florence sat opposite of her. Their husbands come walking in laughing as if they were young boys sneaking back into the house during a family get together. Y/n doesn't like it; she doesn't like it at all. They look too cheery with each other and she knows that Lee is doing it on purpose — she can see it in his eyes when he quickly glances at her. He takes pride in making her uncomfortable. Y/n wishes she had that same affect on him to scare him off a bit, but no matter how chummy she gets with Florence, Lee looks unbothered.

Florence stands up from her seat as if she's presenting the food on the table to an audience. Everything is placed perfectly with the main dish being the middle of the smaller plates.

"This looks great honey, you made a whole feast," Lee walked up to Florence's side and kissed on the cheek. Y/n's eyes are trained on his hand snaking around her waist and giving her a light squeeze before letting go. When she pulls her eyes away from his hands, she sees that Florence almost looks shocked at her husband's affection; Lee is definitely putting on a show for Y/n and it's a damn good one.

Lee sits opposite of Lou and the first thing he does is open his beer. The food isn't even on plates anymore and he's drinking.

"I hope you like Schmidt's, Llewellyn. Lee loves it so it's all we have in the house."

"I'm not one to drink beer often, but I'll try it. And call me Lou, Florence."

Lou was acting out of his normal character. Him only interacting with his family and Y/n left him a bit awkward in the presence of others, but around Florence and Lee he seems to be much...warmer. If Lee was someone else then Y/n would be over the moon, but because it's him she can't even force herself to even look happy about it.

Y/n takes note of how Florence places portions of food on Lee's plate. They were small portions too. She was always strict about what he ate and how much he drank. She's surprised Florence is letting him drink tonight, but she must be trying to look nicer in front of guests.

Y/n was not as controlling as Florence. She always let Lou fix his plate to his liking. She thought it made her a good wife for letting her husband make his own decisions. But Y/n felt a tap on her shoulder after she finished making her own plate. He looked down at his empty plate before looking back at her and nodded towards the food.

"Y/n," he tries to whisper but his tone is rather harsh.

"What?" She whispers back in true confusion.

"My plate."

He looked at her as if she was crazy, as if it was a common occurrence for her to fix his plate. She starts to scramble to save herself from further embarrassment, the sound of silverware against plates so loud. She can feel the stares coming from the other side of the table but she doesn't dare look up.

Her skin began to grow hot. Her husband had embarrassed her in front of Lee and Florence. The worst part was when Florence tried to change the subject to something lighthearted to pull the attention off of Y/n. She felt small and useless. Lou never expected her to fix his plate, but he looked at her as if she was crazy for not doing so. She didn't want to spend dinner almost in tears. This changed behavior in her husband is giving her whiplash and making her dizzy.

"So, Y/n, did you enjoy the other night?"

"It was really nice Florence," she replies sheepishly.

"Susie and I put so much work into planning it. You should join us next time! We're going to start working on the fundraising events for Lee's next campaign-"

"Let's not talk about that tonight Florence," Lee interrupts. It was a moment that would've left Y/n embarrassed if she was in Florence's shoes but Florence was much better at masking her emotions. Only for a split second can Y/n see Florence flinch at his interjection before she just smiles.

"Sorry Lee, you know how excited I get about those things," she masks her apology in a cheery voice.

Dinner basically became a probe of Y/n and Lou's relationship. Florence wanted to know how they met, when they got married, how long they had been together, and what their future plans together were. Y/n let Lou answer the last question by herself because she genuinely didn't know what their future plans were. Lou usually wakes up and decides what major life change they're going to undertake, that's what happened when he decided to move to Brewer Heights.

When the topic of work came up, Y/n thought the coast was clear. Lou talked extensively about the work he does with his father and what his plan is for the next five years regarding the business.

"Once my father retires I'll have to hire someone to do his job. I didn’t go study in school after high school so I can't take over his position, even though it would make things easier."

"I'm sure you can find someone. I know it's rare for someone to leave the city and come to this little town, but Brewer Heights is always a nice incentive!"

"It is nice here," Lou agrees, "and it's quiet. We were in Meade before which is okay-"

"But, it's nothing like Brewer Heights," Florence interjects. "So, Y/n, what did you do before meeting Lou?"

Lee had not looked her way since the plate-fixing incident but his eyes were sure on her now. If his mouth wasn't stuffed with food he'd be grinning from ear to ear waiting for her answer. He knows she's not a good liar, but she's going to have to come up with something.

"I helped my mom with her business. She used to sell fruit preserves out of the house before she passed."

It wasn't a complete lie. She did help her mother label her jars, but that became less frequent when her hours picked up at Tecumseh. Her parents didn't know about her job either; she told them she was a waitress and it was a safe lie seeing as they didn't go out to diners.

"I'm sorry for your loss, I'm sure she was a lovely woman if she raised such a lovely daughter! Have you ever thought of continuing her business?"

"Not really. It was pretty small. I still make the preserves sometimes for Lou and I."

"If you wouldn't mind, would you be interested in making some for us one day? You don't have to if you don't want to, but it's just so hard to find any good fruit preserves around town." Florence's social habits were very transparent once you were around her for long; she tends to make it impossible for people to say no to her by making them feel bad about even possibly saying no.

"I'd love to Florence. I have fresh peaches at home and I can make peach preserves."

"Oh I'd love that so much," she fawns, "a jar for me and a jar for Lee! He loves his sweets."

"I'm not too big on peaches, Flo. You know I like cherries more."

"You always have," she leans into him and pats him on the chest before straightening up again.

The audacity of Lee is astounding, however not only is he a cop, he's the sheriff. It's such a cowardly move to pick at Y/n when she can't react, but what someone would call cowardly, he'd call fun. She looks like she wants to disappear from her spot and it scratches an itch for him. He missed seeing her get flustered and if he'd known that it would be much more enjoyable to taunt her while his wife was around, he would have found a reason a long time ago to bring her around.

And as if the night couldn't be more humiliating for her, Lou finished his plate before anyone else. He devoured the food on his plate, like a starved man. Y/n felt embarrassed when her husband went for seconds. He never eats this much at home, even when she makes his favorite meals. It makes her want to reach across the dinner table and smack Florence in the face. She hates her; she hates that she has to smile in her face and be friends with her. It's her own fault for continuing this "friendship" with Florence, but her rage makes her blind to her own faults.

She could ruin Florence's life with one sentence: "I've been fucking your husband for years." She'd cause a scene but it would be so gratifying.

Instead she just shuts her mouth and lets dinner continue without anymore incidents.

-

Y/n thought it would show she was grateful for dinner if she helped Florence with the dishes. She was glad to accept Y/n's help and the two spent their time in the kitchen while Lee and Lou sat on the back porch. With Lee's influence, Lou took another drink out back with him. Y/n wondered what they had to talk about, but she would truly not like to know.

"Your wife cooks like that every night, sheriff?"

"Enough with the title. And she cooks every night, but she went a little overboard since she was happy with having guests," he tells him. If it was anybody else, Lee would just answer the questions and not have any for himself. However, he really wants to know what Y/n has been up to since she's adopted this new image. "How about Y/n? Does she cook for you like that?"

"Not at all. She tries, but she's not the good of a cook," he brings the alcohol up to his lips before pulling away and sighing, "she tries but it's just not her best."

"Her mother didn't teach her how to cook?"

"I don't know much about her family. Her mother was dead when I met her and her father doesn't seem to be doing so well. They're from the same area as my folks but moved when they had Y/n. Maybe she was just too spoiled considering she's an only child."

Y/n's past was a mystery to Lee too, but he's surprised to learn she hasn't opened up to her husband. All he knows is that whether it was her home life or not, something had messed her up and it was almost made worse by her time at Tecumseh. He isn't sure how she made it out, but so much of her old life still bleeds through.

"You know I thought I was getting a good girl. One that would clean and have dinner ready when I get home," Lou continued.

Lee wanted to laugh in his face. Lou is proof that you can come from a smart family and still be dumb as rocks. How could he not know what type of girl Y/n was when he first laid eyes on her? She'd dress just like his sister Sandy; shorts that suffered from mistreatment over the years and a sleeveless blouse that was always stained. He's sure her hair was mussed up that day too. Many people would mistake her for a whore (which many people did see her as one even though she didn't outright sell her body to anyone).

"It can't be that bad," Lee tried to vouch for his former lover. Even he can name some good qualities about her; they just don't include any wifely qualities.

"It's not, but things could be better. Anytime I tell her to shape-up she gets this timid look on her face and flinches a little bit. I try to be nice and gentle but I'm losing my patience with her. I’m not looking to leave her, but what’s the point of marrying a woman who can’t do anything? She won’t even talk to me about having kids — was Florence ever like this?”

“No. Her family is from here so she’s been primed to be a housewife. But I will say it’s not all that fun havin’ a doting wife…she’s overbearing at times and I can never unwind with her around. She’s always on my ass about somethin’.”

Lee felt the need to vouch for Y/n. Anytime he would go to Tecumseh, she would accompany out back or get into his cruiser whenever he told her to. All the gritty things he dealt with at work, everything he kept inside, he dumped it on her. Florence would never sit there to listen to his grievances. Lee would never admit it, but he was vulnerable around Y/n, he knew that she would always be there to listen and he attached himself to that. In the beginning she wasn’t willingly listening to his problems but by the end she was. She took care of him when he was too drunk to go home, or she would let him take his stress and frustration out on her body. However, it doesn’t seem as if Lou is budging; his mind is made up.

“I work long hours. My father is putting more responsibilities on me. I put Y/n in that nice home, the least she could do is not serve me burnt food. Hangin’ around Florence and that Susie woman should have at least influenced her or something,” he continued to complain.

Florence was the last person that would be able to influence a girl like Y/n. Lee didn't know why his wife was seemingly grooming that girl. If anything it was just another person for her to control since Lee started telling her to knock it off. The only time she can get away with controlling her husband is if they're in the company of others where Lee has to be on his best behavior.

Y/n is not the type to be influenced by another woman. The only woman she held in high regard was her mother. Y/n listens to male authority. She listens to a man that will rough her up a little bit but then be sweet on her afterwards. She’s a little fucked up and jaded from her former “profession.” Lee knows this, but not Lou. He seems to know nothing of her past and Lee isn’t going to snitch on her.

“I can talk to Florence and see if she can do something. I know she likes taking people under her wing and shit. She seems to really like Y/n too.”

“I’d greatly appreciate that Lee. I know I sound like I’m hard on her, but I do love her. It’s hard for me to show when she just doesn’t put any effort in.”

"Don't worry. I'll talk to Florence — I'll make everything right."

[ichor-and-symbiosis]

Spoiled. (Aizawa x f!Reader; NSFWish)

Commission for @whumperooni, thank you so much for your patience!

He smells you before he sees you. You are sure of it. Shouta can play hard to get all he wants. When the primal urge to be bred takes hold, your heady musk permeates every crevice of the apartment. It lingers like incense while you feverishly hunt down Shouta’s sweaty gym clothes to bolster your ever-growing nest of comforting items for when the heat truly renders you senseless.

Staying busy means staying sane. You frantically pace around the living room before your eyes settle on Shouta’s coat hung up on the rack. Wrapping yourself in the old fabric soothes you for a moment - until the dizzying scent of his pheromones begins to burn your lungs and sets your nerves on fire. The sudden sensation forces you to let go of the coat as you wobble and moan, clutching your head in your hands to keep yourself from palming at your soaked pussy. 

You can’t go on like this. Shouta needs to take responsibility for your needs. 

Your lustful fury gets you as far as opening the door to his study. Shouta merely covers the lower half of his face with his free hand while grading papers, pinching the bridge of his nose to assuage your onslaught of pheromones. His defiance should insult you, but the sight of his handsome rugged face concentrating on his work leaves a profound effect on you. He looks so attractive with his hair pulled back. Your fingers tingle with the need to feel those silky strands slip through your caress.

“I can’t concentrate with you stalking me in the doorway like that,” he drones, side-eyeing you as he quirks a brow. “Shirtless?” 

“I can’t wear a shirt, it hurts my nipples,” you whine, cupping your breasts and presenting the stiff buds for his viewing pleasure. “Please take care of me already, I can’t take it anymore!” 

“You’ll have to wait. I’m busy.”

“But my heat is starting and it’s only gonna get worse - “ 

“Suppressants are in the medicine cabinet.” 

You huff and pout at his stubbornness. “Shouta, stop being mean! You don’t need to grade that homework right this second. Don’t I smell good to you, baby?” 

He runs a hand through his hair as he sighs. “Your scent makes me want to fuck you until you can’t walk.” A whine escapes you immediately, and you shove a hand between your thighs without a care in the world for how ridiculous you look. Shouta’s eyes darken at the sight of your tits squished between your arms. 

You break through your lustful haze and take the opportunity to reel him in further. “Please, Shouta,” you softly say, so sweetly and with such tender yearning that it lights a spark of desire in his dark eyes. 

Shouta finally beckons you to him. He rises from his seat like he has all the time in the world, rolling his shoulders and stretching his arms above his head as you come to stand beside him. Your fingers trail over his exposed abdomen for a moment before he snatches your hand away by the wrist. The hold is firm and commanding and you think you might die from this single expression of dominance. 

“Turn around and face the desk,” he instructs, spinning you for added measure in case you intended to be defiant again. 

Your stomach leans against the edge of his desk. Words on paper blur as you stare down at the source of your frustration. Shouta is not touching you anymore, and it sends your body into a frenzy. But his heat radiates along your back and his musk offers some sense of reassurance. Soon. You just have to endure this lesson in restraint. 

“Arms behind your back. Keep your wrists together.” 

You do as you are told, biting your lip to stifle any complaints while Shouta winds soft fabric around your elbows. Must be his capture weapon, you think, rubbing your thighs together as the firm pressure of the binds tighten around your skin. 

“Not too tight?” he asks.

“No, daddy.” 

The flutter that runs through you when his fingers touch your jaw is indescribable. You turn your head to look up at him, with wide and innocent eyes that drive Shouta wild. His stern gaze keeps you frozen in place as he tucks your hair behind your ear. “It’s sir, kitten.” You whimper when his fingers grip your chin. “You don’t call me daddy until I’ve bred you properly, understood?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Hmm.” A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “You’re more obedient than usual. My lovely girl wants it pretty bad, huh?” All you can do is nod and press yourself up against him. He allows it, hot hands running slowly up your sides as he stares down at you. His fingers pinch and tug on your sensitive nipples and you groan and shiver in anticipation.

“Get under the desk.”

You are on your knees in seconds. Shouta sits back down on his chair, scoots forward until your face is inches away from his crotch, and lowers his hand to pet your head. The caress feels so nice, so inviting, and you quickly lurch forward to start tonguing the fabric that hides his cock. But his fingers clamp down on your hair and tug you back. 

“I’ll give your pretty little mouth something to suck on while I work,” he murmurs. “Be patient.”

Before you have the chance to pout and whine, Shouta presents two thick fingers. The sound of writing silences any opposition. You wet your lips and press them to his fingertips. Your tongue peeks out for a quick lick, and the familiar masculine musk ignites your excitement anew. 

You close your eyes and get to moistening his fingers. The firmness, the thickness, the lovely taste sends your imagination spiraling. You trace every callus and scar and commit them to memory, yearning to feel their roughness on your sensitive body. Your lips kiss every inch of his fingers, even trailing along his knuckles, and when Shouta fidgets in his chair for a moment, your cunt throbs at his subtle break in self-discipline. 

The digits are warm and slick with your saliva, thoroughly ravaged by your hungry lips. You pop them into your mouth down to the first knuckle, puckering your soft lips around your prize. Your mind instantly conjures an innocent delusion - the taste and thickness reminds you of something else entirely.

Your toes curl in anticipation for what is to come later. The fantasy of his fat cock using your mouth for preparation makes you lewdly moan. You lick and suck his fingers as though it were his cock, slow and steady and making sure to hit the back of your throat without gagging. 

Shouta’s thighs are quivering. His breathing grows ragged and loud, and you can’t help imagining him panting and huffing and thrusting into you. Hips shift upward in time with your lips pulling away from his fingers. One kitty lick at his fingertips is all it takes for Shouta to pull away, to quickly throw his chair back and drag you out from beneath his desk. 

His lips are on yours before you can react to his rough handling. The thrill of having your hands tied while he grips you tightly against his heaving chest shoots a wave of dizzying euphoria through your addled mind. Your body lies limp in his hold, fully trusting your alpha’s desperation, and you nip and lick at his lips with needy moans until Shouta pulls back a hair's breadth away, one hand firmly wrapped around the hair at the nape of your neck as his wettened fingers seek out your drenched folds. 

“You are such a spoiled princess,” he breaths.

You smile, peck his soft lips, and Shouta whisks you off your feet without another glance at his workload. 

Spoiled princesses need to be dealt with in short order.

[leviiattacks]

ceo levi falling in love?

author note :: THIS WAS SM FUN TO WRITE?? levi in the modern world is just always enjoyable for me. anyways it’s just lots of shy ceo levi and secretary reader :-) as always requests are open feel free to stop by !! :D word count :: some how i got to 2.4k,,,, i promise it was an accident it doesn’t feel that long 

levi falls in love slowly. he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he looks at you one day during a company meeting and is unable to understand why he can’t take his eyes off you

usually he’s able to shift his focus away but he’s stuck in place despite his efforts to look away

the entire meeting is him occasionally humming his approval at all the proposals and prospective business plans being presented to him

when, truly he is NOT listening at all. he’s trying to figure out when the hell and why the hell he began to feel this way for you.

it gets to a point where he’s so distracted over it he ends the team meeting early

everyone in the room exchanges worried glances between each other.

mr ackerman, letting them leave early? that’s a first but HEY!! they’ll take it!!

as everyone disperses out of the room he’s sitting with his back hunched in his plush office chair when he then comes to the realization that he has no idea when he did fall for you,,,,, it just sorta happened????

well, you are basically around him 24/7 and help him with everything but, his newfound feelings still catch him by surprise

at first he’s scared. the feeling is odd and the way his chest tightens as he speaks to you doesn’t feel right at all.

“any specific type of tea for today?” you ask waiting for his response

the rope squeezes at his heart and he squirms around a little.

“u-um, the usual is just fine”

WHY DID HE TRIP OVER HIS WORDS...??

WHY...????

but AGAIN he ignores it, he knows it’s for the best if he doesn’t get emotionally involved with you.

for the record, levi’s definition of emotionally involved is dating you, he doesn’t know that despite not dating you he is very much still emotionally involved with you

he’s pretty good at hiding his feelings though and the fact he likes you goes unnoticed by literally everyone

well, it does stay that way for a little while

that is until someone else expresses interest in you.

it’s a normal friday evening but for some unknown reason he can’t stop himself from clenching his jaw when he walks past you and overhears jean the new head of marketing ask if you’re single

levi is stood behind you and turns to hand his chilling stare to jean who slowly notices. he looks like his knees are about to buckle. “?,&:£:& sorry for asking,,, i’ll...... get going......”

levi just grunts in annoyance glaring at him even as he scurries out the hallway.

you turn to look at him and happily smile “ahhh thank you, i didn’t know how to turn him down he just joined the team so you know, it was weird he asked that”

levi just nods and tells you to get back to work and he hears you squeak out a “yepyepyep!!!”

levi is also very in denial about the way he feels

one day it’ll be “yeah i like y/n” the next it’s “no i do not...that is literally SO stupid. me??? in love?? never.”

also, when you accidentally brush past his skin he can’t help but tense up slightly and look anywhere but where you’re touching him

one time you place a hand on his forehead to check on his temperature because you do not trust him to be honest about having a fever

the scent of your vanilla perfume it’s sweet and simple but it makes him feel incredibly shy for no reason at all

GOD.

he feels like a stupid flustered school boy

ALL THIS OVER SOME PERFUME??

the man can’t even handle looking you in the eye. he’s reading his paperwork acting as nonchalant as possible when he’s really just freaking out

is my forehead sweaty?

fuck, fuck, fuck how do i look up close?

his thoughts are so jumbled up he doesn’t know how to respond to you when you ask if he’s really doing okay

“your cheeks are bright red, maybe you do have a fever?” you’re frowning and rummaging through your bag hoping to find something to help his pounding headache

but all he’s doing as he sits at his desk is nervously opening and closing his pen by the lid

he can’t tell if his face is red because he’s ill or because he likes you

and it’s driving him CRAZY??

wait a second.

does he like you? or does he like-like you?? or does he lo- no he does not love you that is absurd

what really cements his feelings for you is the day he’s unable to reel his mouth back in.

he just starts rambling about everything that has been stressing him out recently

the new company merger, developing new product designs, reviewing humongous stacks of paperwork, attending all these long meetings

he is being driven to his breaking point and you stand there taking it all in

“hey, take the day off.” your soft voice cuts him off mid sentence and he looks at you like you just told him to curl up into a ball and die

take a day off???? he does not have the time to take a day off??

he assumes you’re frustrated by his behaviour and begins to apologize. “i’m sorry that was unprofessional i shouldn’t have don-”

“i’ll finish the paperwork. your next meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. it’s okay to take a breather.” you pick up the stack of documents and move to transfer them over to your desk

but levi is persistent.

he stands in your way and you look at him expecting him to step out

“there is no need for that.” his tone is firm but you’re still defiant

“it’s my job as your secretary to alleviate your workload.” you don’t even spare him a glance and he feels like he’s burdening you now

sure, you are his secretary but allowing you to complete all that work on your own is ludicrous

waltzing around him you beeline towards your desk but again he steps in your way interjecting your path

“lev-”

your face morphs into a mortified expression and you panic, you did not just call him by his first name AT WORK

“i mean,” [insert an anxious yet deliberate cough] “mr ackerman.”

“listen, i understand you’re very stressed sir but i’ll finish the work off so please rest up. you need to be refreshed for tomorrow’s company dinner with the investors.”

you’re pleading he takes your advice but all he can do is blink in confusion

you would do that for him???

are you really just diligent and caring or,,, does he maybe have a chance at asking you out?

but again as quick as the idea enters his head it leaves.

asking you out sounds absurd to him, you deserve way better than someone like him

levi is having another one of his jealous moments

you’ve latched yourself onto reiner braun’s arm at the company dinner and he turns away frustrated

you look really pretty

like,,, sUPER pretty

like,,, drop dead gorgeous

he clears his throat when you both make eye contact

you perk up a little and your hand raises to wave at him but levi is so horrible at interacting with you he ends up ignoring you completely...

the pit of fire in his stomach flares up when he hears reiner compliment you, he’s surprised you even accept it and thank him

now, levi is not annoyed because you don’t deserve the compliment.

no, no, no you deserve all the compliments under the sun as far as he’s concerned but what the hell does “you look way better than normal.” even mean??

he thinks you look pretty every day so he’s just a tad bit offended by it

and he only begins to realize he’s in too deep when he sees the way reiner is getting a little too handsy for his liking

he doesn’t interrupt by saying anything even though he really wants to, you seem to not mind reiner’s touch

so he won’t step in between that, it’s not even any of his business

but it certainly doesn’t stop his displeasure from being blatantly obvious and displayed on his face

“ahhh mr ackerman, if it isn’t a pleasure to see you?”

levi hears an investor greet him but his eyes are glued on you.

you’re laughing so hard at one of braun’s jokes and he feels the same flame in his stomach.

it’s rising and reaches his chest igniting once again and he narrows his eyes finally looking away

he’s not going to spare you another glance this entire evening instead he’ll occupy himself with business talk

“mr acker-”

spinning on his heel he twists around and is face to face to with one of his close sponsors erwin smith

he smiles and the two shake hands discussing new company developments and shared work stress before some how shifting to each other's personal lives

“seeing anyone?” erwin’s question makes levi stiffen and his eyes flick towards where you were just standing a while ago

you’re no longer there but he spots you a little further away now sitting alone

you look a little lost and he feels a sudden and strong magnetism

he wants to approach you to talk so badly, and as his eyes scan around the room he sees reiner occupying himself in a suggestive conversation with a lady from HR

she’s definitely trying to flirt and he’s reciprocating easily

oh, so you’ve been ditched...?

is reiner OK???

first the backhanded compliment

now he’s ditching YOU???

it makes levi feel a little angry and frustrated

he doesn’t even notice at first because he’s so deep in thought but erwin leans in to whisper in his ear. “i know that look, go talk to your crush.”

“we’re much too old for you to be using the term crush. it makes it sound childish.” levi grumbles before taking a sip from his wine glass

“i’ll go keep my secretary company. i’ve spoke to most of the other investors it should be okay.” the statement is more of a question but smith nods in response

“it’ll be more than okay, go get em’ tiger!” erwin lands a light punch onto levi’s shoulder and he grins before walking away

to levi’s disappointment he’s unable to speak to you

you end up getting dragged into conversation with some of the other employees and he doesn’t see you again

so much for talking to you, he couldn’t even get within a meters radius

he’s now out on the balcony for a breathe of fresh air, the past few hours have consisted of tedious and forced small talk with an investor’s daughter

her father has been BEGGING levi, even bribing him to consider marrying her but levi rejects every single time

there’s nothing wrong with the girl really

she’s well educated and quite pretty but... that’s all he knows about her?

AND no one beats you, even though he’s still kinda in denial about liking you

hell, not like that part matters he doesn’t even know the girl’s name what does her dad expect from him?

was it sharron? shana? he forgot her name as soon as it was said 

much to levi’s dismay he hears an unexpected giggle behind him and then an arm slinks over his shoulder, the investor’s daughter has followed him out and is now pressing her chest against him awaiting a reaction

frankly, he wants to push her off BUT he’ll be in big trouble and lose a key sponsor if he handles this incorrectly

“could you please distance yourself?” he tries to intimidate the younger girl away with the bitter tone of his voice but it only seems to motivate her

“feisty one aren’t you?” she’s looking up at him through her lashes and her poor attempt at looking appealing only makes levi internally face palm

her index finger is drawing circles into his tie and he feels his breath hitch due to how uncomfortable she’s making him

“please move.” he requests for her to listen once again and he’s now taken a step back but she only follows and keeps her firm grip on his tie

she doesn’t seem to be letting up and there’s nothing he can really do about it.

he guesses he’ll just wait till she gets bored but the time passes at an excruciatingly slow rate

in this fifteen minute duration she’s played around with his hair which has SERIOUSLY annoyed him because he took time to style it

and he thought it looked pretty cool

now she’s only pushed and pushed further and further into his chest and he can feel her hot icky breath hit his neck

the veins in his forehead are twitching in expanding irritation and he doesn’t know how much more of this he can tolerate

“you’re making him uncomfortable.” levi’s head snaps to the right and there you are still as beautiful as the last time he saw you

your arms crossed over your chest and you’re looking the girl up and down

“and who might you be?” the way she scoffs seems to be enough to piss you off because your face morphs into a scowl.

big Yikes...you’re mad

“leave him alone.”

“you must be of no importance, we have no time for-”

“step away before i make a report on the grounds of sexual harassment.”

you flip your phone out smirk plastered across your face

“it’s all been recorded. know your place.” you’re unyielding and even levi is thinking??? wow??? you know how to not be nice??? because well, he’s never seen you this mad 

just as you expect she barges out in a fury (not before flicking you off), you’ve left her brimming with rage and you feel rather proud of yourself

you release a content sigh

“do i get a raise for saving you or what?” you dryly jab 

he’s always loved your straightforward jokes, they align perfectly with his blunt humour

he murmurs his appreciative thanks

“are you enjoying yourself?” he asks the question eager to know what your answer is

it’s another way he knows he’s falling way too deep for his liking

he never asks anyone else these trivial questions

“enjoyable. although reiner is a little.” you pause to find the correct words

“he just made me a little uncomfy, he’s very extroverted so i felt out of place. thankfully he’s preoccupied himself elsewhere.” the same lonely look from before returns to your face 

yeah, it is kinda sucky to have your date ditch you

“you don’t have to tolerate-” levi starts then stops.

you’ve leant in to hear him after saying you can’t hear much over the hustle and bustle from inside

“the- i mean- what i’m trying to say is” he looks at you completely stunned trying to piece together what he wants to say

wOWIE!!!! you literally look so stunning up close he can not formulate a sentence, he has officially LOST IT

the words he say next fly out of his mouth after a lengthy internal struggle “fuck. what i’m saying is, what i mean is, you could always come as my date next time.”

now you’re the one looking at him stupefied.

again, he’s looking anywhere but at you

the closest he gets to it is taking a glimpse of your dress,

it’s black and suits you well with the little ruffles and all.

“i’d love that.”

the tips of his ears grow red in embarrassment but... YOU ACCEPTED???

NOW. levi is giddy on the inside but makes no move to make it obvious instead he opts to scratch his neck and give you an awkward thumbs up

you take note of his body language and the possible realization dawns on you

but you can’t really tell if it’s the doing of alcohol

either way you grab onto his suit and begin to lead the way back into the main hall

“may as well start being my date now? not like reiner’s coming back any time soon” he can’t see your face but he can tell you’re smiling as you speak

levi’s cheeks are bright red but he thanks the chilly night air and darkness for hiding the way he’s reacting

he won’t confess just yet, it’s too early and again he’s in major denial but when staring at the hand that holds onto his suit jacket his heart tingles a little

more like a LOT...

but really whatever it is the two of you have got going on right now it weirdly makes the both of you feel weak at the knees

to be honest, levi enjoys it

and so do you :-)

[raggaraddy]

Idk of I/someone else has already asked this but how would the yanderes react to having a mute s/o

Mute

A/N: Hi Hi. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it! 💜💜💜

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, abuse, unhealthy relationships, blood drinking, descriptions of medical care.

Line: Mini-Rap Line (Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin)

Alpha! Namjoon

"How long are you going to keep this up?" Namjoon asks, trying to mask the genuine irritation in his voice.

It's been 8 days and you haven't said a word to him. Now, if you weren't talking at all that would be one thing, but you were specifically not talking to him, and would talk to other people with no problem. Trying to make it as pointedly obvious as possible that you were avoiding him and him alone.

The blatant disrespect of this was driving him mad. But he had never set a rule that directly stated that you have to talk to him or reply to him, and he knew that you would only fight it further if he instituted the edict now.

For you though, you were having the time of your life making him suffer. It was rare for you to have so much control between the two of you, and you were abusing it to the fullest. Especially given the reason this all started.

A week ago you were whining because he wouldn't let you go to the town fair without him. An unreasonable decision he made. Because as you tried to point out, you were going to be surrounded by the pack anyhow, and the excuse he gave for not going was a very unnecessary border run that anyone else could do in his place. While he wants to deny it, you know the real cause for his refusal though. It's because you sounded too excited about seeing your new friend at the fate and he was jealous. Even though she was another girl, for whom you had no romantic feelings, he was still jealous. And petty. You could see it in the way he mentioned her name or his face when you spoke about her.

But even with all that, it was his injustice that really made you snap. The exact words he said to you as you tried to reason your point, were; If you're going pout I don't want to hear another word from you. Basically, he told you to shut up just because he couldn't come up with any valid rebuttals and he didn't want to lose. So fine, if he wanted to be a dick, you were going to simply take his own instruction and hyperbolize it.

And his frustration was worth every moment of silence.

While he was hoping not to further blow this out of proportion, Namjoon was trying to break your silence by being strict towards all your other undesirable behaviour. Disciplining you for each and every rule you broke. Hoping to wear you down, or at the very least provoke you into another argument so that he could claim victory.

He was giving you time outs, taking away your electronics, making you hold quarters to the wall, refusing you junk food and sweets, making you stay by his side the entire day and so on. Fully running through all of his most infuriating and childish punishments. But no matter what he did, you remained defiant. And he was at the end of his rope.

Sitting in the kitchen, you were talking with the Gamma and two other wolves during a patrol break. As Namjoon was putting lunch together, you were happily observing his clenched jaw. However, the aggravation their Alpha was exuding was putting the wolves on edge and they were trying to include him in any way they could. Asking his opinion on topics as trivial as shoes, in the hopes to offset the irreverence you were showing.

When they asked him which of two brands he prefered, you interrupted, sick of their transparent attempts.

"No one cares what he has to say." You snip turning your back to him. For the first time in days, you were referring to him, and all the attitude you had stored up was pouring out in those words. You didn't take a second to think about what you were really saying though.

With an almighty crash, Namjoon smacks his hand into the benchtop, catching the side of the plate causing it to shatter. All three wolves and you jump. Quickly the words replay in your head as you see their wide-eyed gawking. Then the realization hits, you were safe being underspokenly disrespectful, but being outrightly so... he had rules set about that, and now you'd just given him the right to punish you in the way he had been itching to.

Grabbing your arm before you can protest he drags you upstairs to your shared bedroom. With weak shoves and refusals, you stay determined not to utter a single word. But as Namjoon pulls onto the bed, dragging you over his lap, as he lifts up your dress and tears down your underwear, you recognise that it's not time to play anymore.

Ignoring your shouts, your foul language, and eventually your cries for him to stop, he holds you down and smacks your ass raw. After about 20 minutes and once he's reduced you to tears, he finally lets up.

"Apologize," he demands. Still crying, you're too out of breath to reply at once, and that pause costs you. His hand comes down on your bruised ass again making you scream. Your cries turning into whimpered hiccuped apologies as you cling to the tear-soaked duvet.

Satisfied with your change in attitude, Namjoon at last stops. Not letting you run away like you want though, instead he has you straddle his lap, his legs carefully spread so your bruised butt doesn't have to sit on anything.

"Do you understand why I did that Y/n?" He asks softly pulling you into his chest. His hand running over your back.

You know why he did it, but you're too bitter to answer him and can only muster a grunt.

"Still not speaking to me, huh?" He smiles knowing he has already won whether you wanted to admit it or not, "Because if you're going to continue being disrespectful, I don't care if your ass is still glowing, I will bring you back up here."

You can only grunt again. Hating him, while you nevertheless cuddle in closer not wanting him to stop comforting you. He chuckles feeling your energy. Fiddling with your clothes and hair to realign and neaten them.

"Beautiful," he purrs in your ear, "If it really means that much to you, I will have someone cover me this Friday so I can take you to the fair." He consigns, kissing your forehead. You finally look up to him, head tilted and mouth slightly open. "Do you want that?"

Looking down and away, you're pouting a little but you push the word out. "Yes,"

"Okay, I will. But you have to be on your best behaviour from now until then." Namjoon winks.

You lost, but you still got what you wanted in the end. So maybe you can chalk this up to a draw. And at the very least you've found a way to get what you want in the future. So maybe that can be considered a win.

Assassin! Yoongi

Because of your disrespectful outburst, Yoongi had told you that you were not allowed to speak until he says. So far you were 4 weeks into your 5 week deadline.

Initially, it was an unyielding torment to have to be silent. A few times you had slipped up and spoken. Each and every time, Yoongi was quick to respond. He would lock you downstairs for as many days as words you spoke. Luckily, the most you said at one time was 5 words. And he still fed you while you were down there. So while it was horrible, it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been.

Steadily though, you found it became easier. While you weren't allowed to speak, you still needed to be able to communicate with Yoongi, so he allowed you to nod and shake your head, and smile. It was restrictive, but strangely enough, you found it becoming comfortable. Because you couldn't speak Yoongi expected less from you. You didn't have to search for words when he spoke to you in an attempt to make him happy and overall, it made your interactions less stressful.

With you not speaking, he was speaking less also. So for the past few days, you have been enjoying a wordless dialogue that you and Yoongi were having. And at this point, you were feeling more relaxed and not missing talking at all.

Although waking up this morning you came downstairs to a horrible sight, that made you wish you could scream.

Yoongi was collapsed on the floor. Stretched out on the kitchen tiles in a puddle of his own blood. Covered in bruises and cuts. His torn up T-shirt soaked in blood.

3 nights ago he had left for a job. With the ease between the two of you, Yoongi didn't lock you up when he left, although he didn't downrightly state that as the reason. He must have come home sometime last night, but clearly, you didn't hear him.

Rushing to his side, you're looking down his unconscious battered form with no idea what to do. This is nothing you know how to deal with.

With how long you have been without speaking it feels wrong, unnatural even when you think about doing it now. And you can't bring yourself to release a single word. So you do what you can to try and get his attention, and to wake him up. You shove him, clap over his head. Lastly and desperately smacking his face a few times, sighing in relief as it pulls him back to consciousness.

Groaning, his eyes look to be spinning from light-headedness. Stiffly he tries to get himself upright against the wall. Seeing his intent you help him. Pulling him, you slip a little in the puddle of blood. Your hands and feet are already covered in it. Your limbs trembling as you hold your hands away from your body. Looking down at him with pleading eyes, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

"Medic kit," he breathes, each puff heavy and wheezed.

You nod, spreading a trail of blood through the house to his bedroom. Collecting the duffle bag in his closet that is filled with a surgeries worth of supplies and running back downstairs, you drop the bag at his side, unzipping it for him.

While you were gone he's torn his ripped shirt off. Among the cuts and scars that already litter his pale chest, he has a deep long cut that runs diagonally down his torso. It looks like basic first aid was already applied, blood-drenched gauze stuck on the worst and deepest parts of it.

"I'm gonna talk you through this," he pants, with a struggled smirk, "Maybe wash your hands first, cause if I die of infection, I'll be pissed." His playful banter feels so out of place, not just for the scene but for him. Although, you're not going to question how he wants to deal with a life-threatening injury, and the ridiculousness of you being the one that needs to help him. If he wants to joke to cope, fine.

Nodding and wide-eyed through the whole run-down, it takes everything you have, but you stay calm and stop yourself from crying.

Thankfully time has seemed to stop the bleeding. As you remove the bandages the lacerations have somewhat clotted. Going step by step, you follow Yoongi's every word. First, you clean the area with a bucket of water and a cloth. Then apply an antibiotic ointment, that smells really gross. Washing your hands once again, you lower beside him, and realize you've only just gotten to the worst of it.

While the bleeding has stopped the cuts above his belly button and his hip are deep enough, the fat is exposed.

"You gonna be able to do this?" Yoongi asks as you hold the needle and thread with a tremble in your hands that is painfully obvious.

You nod, taking a deep breath. But even after 3 more of them, your exhales are still coming out shaky. You are in desperate need to calm down and your sure he can't get mad at you in this circumstance, so you're going to try what you've seen on T.V. Standing, you rummage through the cupboards and pull down a bottle of whisky from the top shelf. Watching Yoongi closely as you open the cork, giving him the chance to stop you. But he doesn't so you gulp down a few mouthfuls, shivering as the taste flows down your chest.

You're not sure if it helped your hands, but you feel a little better. So that's enough.

Returning to his side, slowly Yoongi talks you through suturing the openings. A traumatic experience you hope to never repeat. The sensation of the needing pushing through the layers of skin will surely never leave your head though.

During the stitching, you were surprised that Yoongi didn't flinch or react in any way. You're unsure if it was because the area was numb or because he was restraining himself to not freak you out. But in any case, you were grateful.

After everything and nearly 2 hours, you finally move onto bandaging.

Both of you are now able to slump back, thoroughly exhausted. For the longest time after the final step, neither of you move. You're still horrified, leaning against the wall looking over the armature medical aid you've given Yoongi's chest. Almost feeling a sense of pride through the unrelenting urge to vomit.

"You know," Yoongi grunts, shuffling back, lifting only his head to rest against the same wall. "If you wanna finish early and talk now, I think you've earned it." He chortles dryly, with a straight line smile.

Wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your wrist, you laugh uncomfortably. Honestly, after this, you'll be happy to have the next week without speaking.

Vampire! Hoseok

You couldn't take much more of this.

It was endless and he was ruthless.

Night after night Hoseok was coming to you. Drinking from you, hurting you in so many ways, and leaving you. If you were lucky, he'd remember to feed you his blood before he left. If not, he'd let you remain broken, making you suffer through the day.

With everything that you had to endure, you were tired of being tired. Exhausted of being exhausted. Scared and sad all the time, and hating a life from which you had no means of escape. But even with all of this, you were still holding out hope that there had to be some way to lessen your suffering. You had to believe that if you wanted to keep your sanity. You just had to figure out what he wanted.

So far you had seen no depth to him. All you had learnt was that he enjoyed your misery too much. It was like a game to him. Every sound you made, every cry, every time you begged or screamed at him, or fought him, it would only encourage him. He was trying to coax a reaction, to draw out your fear. And with no other form of control, you wanted to see what would happen if you took that away from him.

You theorized that if you did he would get more vicious, but then he would get bored. Best case scenario; he would let you go. Worst case; he would kill you. And somewhere in the middle; he would keep you only for your blood. But any of these were better than the hell you were living in now.

So partly with a plan in mind, and partly out of sheer exhausted terror, you stopped speaking. It was going to be impossible to stop all sounds. There was no way you could stop yourself from screaming or crying or reacting, but you could control the words that came out of your mouth.

And for over 2 weeks now, you haven't uttered a single word.

With the sun high in the sky and being ready to sleep, you come back to your room, jolting as you open the door. Seeing Hoseok sitting on the bed.

In an unnatural flash, he's behind you, goosebumps prickling on the back of your neck. Grabbing a chunk of your hair he jerks and twists you, moving you to face him. His other hand comes up pressing his fingers into your cheeks harshly enough to make your mouth open. Keeping your jaw spread, he moves and tugs your head inspecting inside at all angles.

"Hmm, I was just checking if I cut your tongue out and forgot. But it's there." he uses his hold on your face to throw you back. Crashing you to the floor. "So you're choosing not to speak to me." He chuckles eerily.

As soon as you hit the floor, you scramble to your feet. Struggling to do so with an injured leg, but knowing it's safer to not let yourself remain on the ground or he'll most likely stomp on you.

You croak quickly silence yourself, forcing yourself to not speak and maintain your desperate strategy. Bracing yourself instead like you're facing a wild animal.

He marches forward, grabbing the arm you hold out. You'd rather he break your limbs than your organs. But he uses the arm to yank you forward, his right fist hooking broadly, your head snapping to the side, blood flying from your mouth. "Still not going to speak baby?" He yanks you back, hitting you in the exact same way. And a third time, your mouth gushing blood inside and out. "Are you trying to hurt my feelings?" He laughs switching his target, this time aiming at your torso. Each time dragging you back into place so he can properly hit you again.

Smacking the back of his hand into your head, he lets your fly into the floor this time. Clicking his tongue as he squats, hovering over you. "Baby, it's not as fun when you're not begging me to stop," he says icily. "Maybe I'm not hurting you enough."

Finally, he's giving you the assurance that you were right. Which means just like you thought, he's threatening to become more vicious. So you can endure that, or you can try something extra and see what happens when you outrightly give him everything he already takes.

Gently and so very carefully you lift your arm to his chest, gradually and painfully getting yourself onto your knees. Watching you do so with such difficulty and while you're trying to maintain eye contact with him, Hoseok is too amused to interrupt you.

With the taste of blood flowing from your mouth, you lean in nervously, expecting at any moment to have your body broken in two. Your heart thumps enough to hurt as you lightly kiss him. Leaving a stamp of your blood on his lips. Too scared to even blink as you monitor him. With a curious expression in his eye, he licks lips clean, a trace of a smile raising the corners of his mouth.

Not receiving a negative reaction you continue. Hoisting yourself up again you begin to kiss him slowly, your tongue flicking his lips encouraging him to open his mouth. Deepening the kiss the moment he does. Kissing your blood between the two of you.

Your hands are shaking, your legs are trembling, and you feel sick with fear, but he seems to be stable. And it seems to be working. As tenderly as you kiss him, he is kissing you back the same.

After several minutes and as the pain of holding yourself up gets to be too much, you lower down, terrified that any movement could evoke a change in his response. Keeping your eyes fixed on him, you tie your hair back into a messy bun.

The smirk on Hoseok's face is fully grown as he watches you with complete intrigue. You've never been the one to initiate anything and he is beguiled by your actions.

Coming back to the same height you don't return to kissing him, instead you press your chest to his, clinging one hand into his shirt to keep you balanced, and the other wrapping around his neck to bring his mouth down to your shoulder. It's a wordless invitation that he accepts eagerly, sinking his fangs into the slope of your neck. Too sore and tired to cry out, you can only pant through the bite.

As he drinks, your hands drop and his tighten around you to keep you up. But the second he's done, he releases you and lets you fall to the carpet.

Your eyes open as you hear the bedroom door. However, you see Hoseok stall. Pursing his lips while looking over his shoulder at you. To your surprise, he turns back and in a delicate manner you did not think possible from him, he lifts you up, carrying you to your bed.

Tilting your head up, he presses his lips to yours and your first thought is one of dread. Assuming that he's not finished and he only came back to have sex with you, thinking how much it's going to hurt in your condition.

Pushing his tongue into your mouth you can feel right away that the blood pouring into your mouth is not yours but his. His tongue lapping yours, feeding you his blood the same way you did to him. Healing you in a way he never has before.

Steadily you can feel all your cuts and breaks startling to heal. Clarity returning to your sight and your breath again flowing easily. As your energy returns you begin to reciprocate the kiss. Both out of a feeling of success and clinging on to the taste of his blood, which has come to trigger a feeling of relief within you. Having attached the flavour with the sensation of having your pain taken away.

Abruptly, Hoseok pulls away, getting up without another word or look. Leaving you alone, laying in shock.

It was a reaction unlike any you had expected, but for the very first time, he was damn near humane. So you would have to try that again and see if lightning strikes twice.

Playboy! Jimin

"Ta-da" Jimin bursts into the bedroom with a small black paper bag in his hand and a massive smile on his face. He jumps on the corner of the bed snatching the remote from you and turning the tv off with a click over his shoulder. "Look, Angel." He hands it over, putting the gift in your lap.

Looking down at it, you sigh internally, leaning back you choose to pointedly ignore it. Resting your head against the headboard, you close your eyes.

Lifting the bag by the handles Jimin swings it between his fingers over your head trying to place it in your eye line. "Look, your favourite." He shakes the brand in your face, the joy in his eyes gently fading into guilt.

For 5 days now, you had been stuck in bed. During an argument about your job, Jimin was once again trying to convince you to quit. His points were the same as always. That you didn't need a job because he could pay for you. That you lived with him, and he would buy you heaven and earth. He meant it in a sweet romantic way, but you couldn't help but take it in a 1910 housewife kind of way. You knew that mostly the reason he wanted you out of work was that he was very greedy with you and hated you being around other people. He didn't like that you weren't there to keep him company and entertain him at all times.

Honestly, those 8 hours out of the house, even though you were down to 3 days a week, were so revitalizing. Jimin could be a lot of work. And he was getting more and more controlling about who you saw and when you could see them. Apart from work, it had been 3 months since he last let you go out or see any of your friends by yourself. And you were fighting to hold onto this last little bit of freedom.

However, you will admit in the attempt at making your point solid, you said something incredibly stupid. He said he paid for everything, and you said you needed your own money in case you ever wanted to leave him. And he took that about as well as you'd expect.

"Come on, this isn't fair." Jimin pouts. "I said I'm sorry."

What really wasn't fair was that he hit you, kicked you, and screamed at you. Demanding you apologize and promise to never leave him. But you were coughing up blood, too dazed to even comprehend his words at the time. And when you didn't answer he growled you can't leave if you can't walk as he threw you down the stairs.

It's only by a miracle that you weren't injured as permanently as he intended, but still, he had done plenty of harm. Your ribs and stomach were black and purple. Your face was cut up with your lips split and your jaw swollen. Your arm and hip were also deeply bruised and sore. But with all of this, you truly have no idea the full extent of the damage because Jimin refuses to let you go to the hospital.

So, due to your injuries and your own principles, you hadn't spoken to Jimin since you woke up.

The first day he was remorseful and apologetic. He pleaded and begged for you to forgive him. He tried to hold you and love you and take care of you, but despite the pain and the fact that you really couldn't take care of yourself, you refused him at every turn. On the second day, he was already becoming annoyed that you wouldn't let him near you and kept ignoring him, and on the third day, he yelled at you for being difficult, trying to put the blame for his reaction on you. Yesterday, when he saw that gaslighting you wasn't getting him what he wanted, he went back to being sweet and doting, having had better luck with guilting you in the past.

This means today when his presents don't earn him your forgiveness, he should be right on track to getting pissy again.

He pulls a small box out of the bag, flicking it open. "Ta-da," he smiles. Only to be met once more with your active avoidance. "Look," he whines holding the ring box up but your eyes are closed. "Y/n look!" He barks.

You're not going to, though. He always does this. Buys you something to resolve his guilt. And if for even a moment you express gratitude or pleasure in it, he takes it as complete forgiveness. Then when you haven't actually absolved him, he accuses you of being difficult or a spoiled bitch. Even ignoring him you know he's going to make a problem of that too, but at least this way he will have to keep suffering in his shame.

During the last few days, you've been thinking hard about why you're with Jimin. For a moment, you even thought about packing your things in the middle of the night and leaving him. Moving back in with your old housemate, returning to full-time work and picking up your life where you left it. But thinking that, even with everything bad Jimin can do, it hurt your heart.

He's yours. And out of all of the people in the world, you're his.

Really there weren't too many times that he freaked. And he only did it because he loved you too much, or because you said something cruel like you did this time. No, most of the time he was so sweet. He listened to you, and he really cared about everything you had to say. Even the smallest problems he wanted to help with. He was normally so kind and gentle and he treated you like a princess.

No matter how hard you looked you would never find anyone who treated you like Jimin did.

So even when he lost his temper, you knew you just needed to hold out, because soon everything would return to regular.

This time he just overdid it. And that's why you were punishing him by not speaking to him. Because you knew it was important to stand up for yourself.

There's a flurry of sudden movement and a hefty bang across the room. Your eyes jumping open, Jimin has thrown the ring and the box into the wall. His frustration exploding in a rampage as he attacks your makeup table. Sweeping everything off it, stomping on anything fragile that hits the floor. Throwing the table over he hurls it into the wall, finishing it off by booting his shoe into the mirror over and over until it cracks.

Turning back to you, his hands curled up by his side, it's unnervingly apparent that he is fighting to restrain himself. Even now, as you lay in bed broken, in his rage he is still considering hitting you again.

But you're pretty sure he won't.

Jimin has just never been good at dealing with consequences and he is worse at dealing with the guilt that comes because of his actions. Without you pardoning him, he's going mental. Which is good, because that means he's learning.

"Whatever," he yells, "just fucking forget it." Barging out of the room he slams the door ferociously behind him.

He may be acting harsh, but you know that more than likely he will be going out to replace everything he just damaged. And he'll buy you something even better than a ring to say he's sorry.

And as long as he doesn't hit you again, you'll know that he really is sorry and in a couple more days when your mouth is healed, you will be able to forgive him. Then the two of you can move on from this and it will be as perfect as it can be.

[siremasterlawrence]

Twilight Void: Prince Thor

Prince Thor Odison of Asgard Son Of King Odin a jovial titan warrior of ancient Norse Mythology.

Today the party they have planned in honor of Thor latest victory from his batter on the side of The Avengers.

The palace door swings open in a golden display of wealth flourishes over everything.

The royal Tables flooded with a variety of fruits, food and other delicious delicacies.

Thor rifles through it all reaching out of a huge gauntlet of specially made ale for him.

He places his hammer Miljnor down on the beautiful ordain table unaware of the danger upon them.

“Master Lawrence… What do you wish from me?”Superman ask me.

“Rise to your feet Clark, this is Asgard that thrown should be mine.” He tells Clark.

“As you wish” Clark grants him his wish as he whoosh into the air heading to Asgard.

Heimdall sense the oncoming arrival his hard hand slamming his sword in to the pike

Thor’s attention is refocusing in on the new enemy who with the nerves of steel pun intended.

Clark burst through the golden doors into the main room and lands before Odins thrown.

“Whom are you to Enter Odins palace?” Thor demands to know.

“My name is Clark Kent of Earth.” Clark states proudly.

“You dane to disrespect our king.” Heimdell demands.

He takes stance raising his sword he leads his hand in for a slash.

Clark’s hand blocks the sword effortless as it broke in to pieces and kicks him in to the wall.

Clark moves forward then they step in to the light The Warrior Three Fandral, Hogan and Siff.

“Stay where you are, you do not belong here” Fandral says.

“King Odin has no interest in you.” Siff is in no joking mood.

“Move it so we can get back to the party”

Hogun continues.

“I have no plans to leave until my kings says so.” Clark shrugs.

Siff swings his sword driving the sword in a fiery fit and he fought with him.

He kicks her in the stomach taking the cold beaut sword in hand.

Clark swiftly uses the collar of a dress in to the sky and threw it in the air.

He punches her in to two sky as he cries in pain, and uses his feet to drip Fandral.

In the air he kicks him multiple times then he smashes his armors.

Hogun is next but Clark is having none of it at all, and reaches for his legs.

He shoots in to the sky spinning him out of control and then throwing him aside.

Thor’s eyes narrow on him the force field of electrical energy output drains in to his ole hammer.

Clark Kent loses his eyes dragging his body across the room smashing every one is his opponents.

He flew to the thrown landing on it he cups Odin’s collar till he floating in the air.

Thor had enough of this unnecessary action of this earthling to disgrace Odin.

Thor whips his hammer spinning it out of control creating a electrical current radiate

He lets the hammer take sight of the man to the air before he launches it at him.

The hammer becomes like a heat seeking missile hitting Superman head on sending him in to the floor.

Clark falls to the ground digging his palms in to the ground and he lifts his face.

He stares down Thor pushing himself up to his feet and he ascends to the sky.

The two face each other fist in hand blow after blow they hit the sky erupts.

The entire city of Asgard awash in beauty very few people will even see in their lives.

Thor once again creating a massive storm shower washing over the magical city of Asgard.

The thunder and lightening erupts blasting everywhere hitting the grounds crackling.

The crowds in freight mood scream running away from the scene.

Clark stands tall arms cross in a odd defiant manner of manliness.

“Nice magic trick” Clark retorts.

“You dare speak ill of me” Thor stood in disbelief.

“Was I disrespectful? Oh well!”

“Foul behavior must be punished”

It is time to move this along they both Xmas to a simple conclusion.

One fist plus Mijnor meet cashing hard

like echo pitch sending all into tail spin.

“Who is this Master Lawrence you speak of?”

“He is my King and yours now too”

“Verily! I see”

The end

Happy Easter Treat! See You In May!

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 5

Golf

Hannibal and cult girl have a long-overdue conversation about their future.

@wisesandwichshark

Trigger warnings: slight emetophobia, threats of violence, workplace sexual harassment, sexualization of a minor, body-shaming, ED

"[F/N], wait!" Anna called after you, snatching your arm in both hands.

You pulled your arm away and seriously held back the urge to smack her across the face. "What? What could you possibly have to say?"

"You can't just storm out of a funeral like you did my wedding!" She protested. She said this as if you leaving her wedding after being purposefully triggered was the worst affront to her existence to ever happen to her. Given her sheltered life, it very likely was.

She was looking for remorse and you had none to give. "Watch me."

You shoved the heavy doors open, only to find that the room was silent. Everyone's eyes were on you. Hundreds of eavesdroppers who saw your life as their soap opera suddenly caught a glimpse of the defiant, ungrateful granddaughter.

Their faces began to loosen and they started to go back about their business. Just when you thought it was of their own volition, you felt Hannibal's hand on your shoulder. You realized you were witnessing the effect his stony glare had on the room.

You grinned and watched the crowd part in your path. For a moment, you knew what true power felt like, even if it was just vicarious.

"Why won't you give your poor grandmother what she wants?" A particularly bold onlooker blurted out. "If I had a daughter like you, I'd beat some sense into you."

Hannibal fixed his gaze on the man, but you beat him to it.

"If I had a father like you, I'd put you in a home." You snapped back.

The path to the door seemed to stretch further and further away. By the time you reached it, you were practically tugging Hannibal's arm out of its socket.

Outside, the golf course slowly turned white as larger and larger clumps of snow fell from the clouds. In the absence of sunlight, the ocean was black as ink. You suddenly felt very lightheaded. You let go of Hannibal’s hand and clutched your forehead. The courtyard began to spin. 

Hannibal gently guided you to a nearby bench before you could collapse. “Darling, are you okay?” 

You knew it wasn’t what he meant, but your physical wellbeing was far from your mind. “I don’t think I’ve ever been okay even once in my life.” 

“You know what I mean, [F/N].” His voice was firm. “We can talk about the will in a moment, but I need to know that you’re not sick.” 

You wordlessly scooted closer to him, allowing him to examine you. 

He removed his glove and placed his bare hand on your forehead. “You are a little warm.” 

You saw what he was trying to do. You felt a bit comforted by it, but needed to assure him that you weren’t sick. “It’s twenty-five degrees outside. I think I’m going to feel a little warm comparatively.” 

“Weren’t you nauseated this morning?” He asked, feeling your cheek with the back of his hand. 

You released a breath, which froze as soon as it hit the air. “That’s what I said so I didn’t have to say what it really was.” 

Hannibal clicked his tongue. “Menstrual cramps?” 

You nodded. “Yeah. Those.” 

“I was a surgeon before I was a therapist, my love.” He reminded you with a soft smile. “I know what menstruation is.” 

You chuckled. “Yeah, I should hope so.” 

“This is a lovely country club.” Hannibal said after a moment of taking in the view. “Not exactly to my tastes, but the view of the ocean is beautiful.” 

You leaned back in your seat. “It gets old after a while. But I always preferred seeing the golf course all snowed over.” 

“Because it meant you didn’t have to spend your school holiday doing free labor for Beatrice, right?” He asked. 

“Yep.” You said, folding your hands into your armpits to keep them from freezing up.

Theresa was seventeen, Anna was fourteen and you were ten. 

Theresa learned how to drive a drink cart before she could drive a car. She was the only one allowed to make tips, so you coveted her job. You wouldn’t have, if you knew what all those disgusting old men were saying to her as the money passed into her hand. It shocked you, how many of the club members knew the age of consent off the top of their heads. Grandma made her wear tank tops and barely-passing-for-shorts shorts. She said it was empowering to use her ‘blossoming womanhood’ to make money. 

Anna was a student athlete in middle school. She ran track and field and brought gold home to a struggling athletics department. She was made to carry bags of clubs that weighed more than she did. Grandma reduced her to a beast of burden. She said it was to work off all those carbs. That one day, she might receive the honor of taking Theresa’s place on the drink cart, and that she too could be ogled at by men four times her age. But only if she made up for all that weight she had the audacity to put on. 

You were a blank slate. A tablet to be written upon. Grandma decided that she would put you in your place before you could develop a healthy sense of self. You fished balls out of the water trap. Grimy, disgusting golf balls that would just be thrown away regardless. It was Sisyphean, spending grueling hours in the summer sun, collecting perfectly useable golf balls, only to see them tossed out without a second thought. 

“Hannibal?” You said, bringing an end to your pensive silence. 

“Yes?” He answered. 

You kept your eyes facing forward. “I’m really sorry that Beatrice took away the opportunity to have this conversation in our own time.” 

“You are not responsible for your grandmother’s actions, [F/N].” He said, softly.

“But I am responsible for getting you involved.” You bit back a sob. “You’re like, the best thing that has ever happened to me. But every time I try to look forward, my past drags me backwards. And now it’s dragging you down with me.” 

"You've clawed your way out before." He assured you. "You can do it again."

You forced a laugh. "I guess the trick is to stop telling myself that it'll be the last time."

"Would you like to have that conversation now?" He posed.

You shook your head. "You already know my stance."

"Your stance is that you don't know." He corrected.

"So what's yours?" You said, realizing you only talked about this as a doctor and patient. Never as a couple.

He looked away from you. "In the affirmative. Strongly so."

"I didn't realize you had strong feelings either way." You answered.

"Just because I don't talk about them unless asked, doesn't mean they don't exist."

"And you want to do it with me?" You asked. "Or just, in general? Like, someday?"

"Darling, I am not in the habit of planning my life in abstracts like 'someday'." He admitted. "I know what I want, I know what I don't."

"Well," You said, stretching out your legs. "What does it look like, to you?"

"We get married this summer." He recounted. "I whisk you away to Italy for a romantic honeymoon. Then, you return to school. You finish your doctorate. Once you've established yourself as an authority, gotten a job, then we settle down. We'll have a child."

You felt yourself smiling. You rested your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and held you tight.

"I like that. I like it a lot." You whispered. "But you know that means we probably won't get any money, right?"

Hannibal laughed. "We don't need the money."

"I know." You conceded. "But it would be nice to just... burn this whole place to the ground."

He tightened his embrace. "That could still be arranged."

"Please don't buy the golf course just so I can destroy it." You pleaded through laughs.

"Goodness, no." He shook his head. "Who said anything about buying it? I was thinking about some good, old-fashioned arson."