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Meant to Be (Charlie Weasley x OC)

What happens when Bill brings home a girl and Charlie is completely awestruck by her?

WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, mentions of alcohol, curse words

CHAPTER 5

Charlie

She cupped my face and stuck her tongue down my throat. She was not messing around, she meant business. She took off her shirt and I followed her lead and did the same. Soon her bra flew off and I looked at her in pure admiration. She had stretch marks on her breasts and a big, deep scar from between them and all the way down to the right side of her belly button. I ran my finger across her scar and looked at her. I could see it in her eyes that she felt insecure about it but to me, she looked absolutely stunning.

I turned her arms around so I could see her wrists and I could finally run my thumb over her tattoo. She was watching my every move before she leaned closer to me and started sucking on my neck.

I unzipped her jeans and she put her hand on my crotch. Her eyes sparkled when she felt how hard I was. She stood up and took off her jeans and I did the same with my sweatpants and boxers.

She sat back on me and rubbed herself against my dick. Fuck, she was so wet. She grabbed my neck with her right hand and looked me straight in my eyes. The fact that she wasn’t shy at all made her so sexy. Without breaking eye contact she sat on my dick and I let out a loud groan which brought a naughty smirk to her lips.

She started to move her hips up and down, biting her lips, still looking at me. I was beginning to feel dizzy and I wasn’t sure if it was from the Fire Whiskey or the fact how good she felt. Damn, I was hard for her. This was insane!

Is this how it feels like having sex with someone you really connect with? Is this it? I heard people say that it’s so much better if you’re with someone you care for. But I was in love before and it didn’t feel like this.

The sensation I was getting from our bodies being together was so much more than I thought a human could feel. I swear I never felt like this before, it should be illegal how good it was. My body was shaking with all the pleasure running through it.

Even though I know it was wrong on so many levels, it felt so right. As if everything I ever did in my life; every decision I have ever made led to this moment and it finally happened.

I noticed she was getting weak, her breaths got faster and deeper. I gently pushed her away from me. She slouched her back and put her hands on my knees behind her. I helped her bounce with my left hand, licked two of my fingers on my right, and pressed them on her clit.

Her eyes rolled into her skull and she let out a loud moan that filled the whole lower floor of the house. What a melody for my ears! I put more pressure on her button and moved her hips faster up and down.

She put her hands on her breasts and started playing with them. She was getting tighter and I knew she was close. Just looking at her enjoying every second of it was bringing me close to the edge.

“Cum for me, baby.” I whispered to her.

“Oh, Charlie.” The way she said my name fried my brain. I never wanted it to end.

“Charlie.”

“Charlie? Charlie, are you alive?” I opened my eyes and saw Bill waving a hand in front of my face. I sat up so abruptly that I heard something pop in my spine. My action made papers fly all around me and I rubbed my eyes, the sunlight being too bright.

Papers?

I looked around me and there were pieces of parchment everywhere. On the floor. On the coffee table, on the sofa next to me. I was covered with a blanket and my eyes widened when I realized it was the next morning.

I looked down in panic and saw that I had my boxers on and my t-shirt. I looked at the kitchen table and it was empty. Was I dreaming? Was the whole night just a dream?

I rubbed my eyes again and felt the headache kicking in. Well, I’m definitely hungover. I looked around but I couldn’t see the empty Fire Whiskey bottle anywhere. What was going on?

“Seriously, are you okay?” I finally looked up at Bill.

I didn’t even know how to feel. For the sake of me, I couldn’t remember if I slept with Rhylee. Where was she anyway?

“I…” I took a deep breath.

I have to calm myself down and my heart needs to chill. Going from seeing Rhylee sitting on me to seeing Bill’s face was not a good transition.

“I’m fine. I just had a bad dream.” It was the first thing that came to mind.

“I see you had fun last night?” Bill laughed.

“What?” I barked in panic.

What did he mean by that?!

“Your reports.” Bill said in a gentle voice.

I exhaled and felt my heartbeat slowing down.

“Right.” I smiled faintly.

“How was the village?” I turned the conversation to him.

I couldn’t keep up with my thoughts. It couldn’t be a dream, could it? I have never had such a vivid dream before. This was insane. I started piling up the paperwork and Bill kneeled to help me with the ones on the floor.

“It was fun actually. Can you believe that the twins were complete angels?” He chuckled.

“A true Christmas miracle.” I laughed and he followed.

This was too much. I felt so bad. He was clueless and this brotherly bonding made me feel even more guilty even though I am still unsure if I was dreaming. It definitely felt too good to be true.

“I wish you could be there, Charlie. We hadn’t had such a peaceful Christmas since Fred and George were in their diapers.” Bill sighed.

Bill, stop it, you’re making me feel worse!

“Perhaps I’m the reason they misbehave.” I joked.

“Mistery solved!” Bill clapped.

He was too happy for me to be around him.

“Now, how about you go take a shower and we’ll tell you more about it when we all sit down for breakfast.” He put his hand on my shoulder.

I hated that he looked concerned for me. I didn’t deserve a brother like him.

I stood up and rushed upstairs to my room. I took a fresh towel from my drawer and went to the bathroom across the corridor. It was a miracle it was empty today and nobody was banging on the door.

I took my clothes off and waited for the water to get hot. I stepped inside the shower and just let the water run down my body. I leaned on the wall with my forearms and stuck my head between them.

I was still confused about what happened last night. I could swear I went downstairs to work and Rhylee joined me and then we got drunk and had sex. But then again I could just be dreaming about it all night, couldn’t I?

I closed my eyes, trying to remember how I brought all my papers from the kitchen to the living room but I couldn’t. The second I shut my eyelids I saw her. Naked, sitting on me, moving her hips and biting her lip. I could feel the heat of her body on my skin, her breath on my neck. I could hear her moans and her calling out my name.

I felt myself getting hard and I shook my head. I needed a cold shower not a hot one.

I pressed my palms into my eyes so much it hurt. I needed to get these pictures out of my head and focus. This was ridiculous. I never obsessed over a girl with whom I had a one-night stand before.

But that was it. It didn’t feel like a hook-up. It felt like so much more. There was so much passion and so many feelings. I know I sound insane since I barely know her but that’s how I feel.

I still have the feeling, she gave me when she kissed me, in my lungs. It wasn’t butterflies, it was more. If I didn’t feel so guilty and so bad about the fact that I don’t know if it actually happened, I could describe it as pure happiness.

This is what I always imagined feeling when I would find a girl to settle down with. When I would know that she’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.

I can’t feel like this now.

I can’t feel it with her.

I can’t.

Just a few more days and then I’ll go back to Romania and I can bottle my feelings as deep as I possibly can.

I closed the pipe and stepped out of the shower. I dried my body and rubbed my hair into a towel. I forgot to bring my clothes so I put the towel around my waist. I started towards the door and my towel got loose so I tucked it in again, while opening the door with my other hand.

Because I was looking down at what I was doing I didn’t see the person standing in front of the door and bumped into them. I hastily grabbed my towel, which got loose again upon collision.

“Good morning.” Rhylee smiled at me, her eyes beaming. “You don’t have to hide anything from me. I saw it all last night.” She winked at me when she saw what I was doing.

“So I wasn’t dreaming.” I blinked at her. “Last night really happened?”

“Dreaming?” She pressed her lips together, trying hard not to laugh. “You’re dreaming about me already? At least buy me dinner first.” She leaned in to kiss me.

I grabbed her shoulders to stop her and pulled her into the bathroom closing the door behind us.

“I’m sorry for what happened last night.” I said with a shaky voice.

It actually happened. I wasn’t dreaming. Oh, this was bad! This was really bad. What am I supposed to do now? I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt my throat tighten and my chest started to hurt. Is this what a panic attack feels like, because I am sure I am having one.

Guilt.

It was guilt for what I’ve done. The events from last night rolled in front of my eyes again but this time there was nothing happy about them. It was terrible. I am a horrible brother. How could I do this to Bill? He is going to kill me and he will never speak to me again! I won’t only lose my big brother but my best friend. I can’t live with this.

“Why are you apologizing?” Rhylee frowned in confusion. “I can assure you I had a great time.” She smirked and took a step toward me again but I motioned with my hand for her to stop.

“Look, what happened between us was a mistake.” I whispered.

I didn’t have the strength to look her in the eyes.

“Oh.” Was all she said. “I thought…”

“You thought wrong.” I interrupted her. “You came here with Bill, Rhylee.”

“Bill? Is that what this is about?” She questioned. “You feel bad because I’m your brother’s friend?”

How couldn’t she understand? How couldn’t she see the bigger picture here – see how wrong this was.

“You…” I bit my upper lip. I was not the person to tell her this but I didn’t know how else to explain. “Bill fancies you, Rhylee.”

Now she was the one who took a step back. I finally mustered the courage to look at her. Damn, why did she have to look so cute in her pajamas?

“What?” Was all she could reply.

“You are seriously going to tell me that you didn’t know?” I narrowed my eyes at her.

Bill looked at her like she was the only person in the room and she didn’t notice?

“I...”

She did know! Then why in the bloody hell did she sleep with me?!

“It’s true, he is always so nice to me but he is nice to everybody so I never thought twice about it.” I could see the panic in her eyes but I don’t think she was telling the truth.

“I’m sorry I was the one who told you. It’s just…” I sucked in a breath. “I thought you knew since he brought you to meet his family for the holidays.”

“I thought he was just being polite because he knew I was planning on spending Christmas alone.” She said innocently.

Was she really that clueless? Somehow I didn’t believe her. She put her hands to her mouth. I could see she started to feel guilty.

“Look…” I put my hand on her shoulder.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t expect this. Any of this. I didn’t know how to comfort her when I didn’t even know what to do about it myself.

“Nothing has to change. We will forget about what happened last night and you can go out with Bill.” I tried smiling at her.

This was killing me but I knew it was the right thing to do.

“What?” She failed to understand.

“Bill is going to ask you out and you should go out with him.” I explained.

“I don’t like Bill like that.” My heart sank at her words. “I know we only know each other for a couple of days but I am not the type of girl to play with someone’s feelings.” She shook her head. “Do you really think that I would have sex with you if I knew your brother fancied me? I would never do anything to come between you two, I know you’re his best friend.”

“Then why did you sleep with me?” I didn’t know what else to say.

I felt like screaming. I still didn’t believe she was telling me the truth. I felt as if she was pretending not to know that Bill liked her.

“Because…” She took a deep breath. “Because I thought we had a connection.” She looked down at floor, trying to avoid my eyes.

This made me feel worse.

This was so unfair.

A beautiful girl was standing in front of me and she felt the same way about me as I did about her. She knew there was something between us and it was tearing me apart that I couldn’t put my arms around her waist and kiss her. I hated feeling like this. I hated how right it was between us and I had to let her go instead of asking her out.

What did I do to deserve this?

“Is this why you were resisting me so much yesterday?” She snapped me out of my thoughts. “Because you were giving me such mixed signals. I found you so playful and you looked like a person who knows how to loosen up a bit and have some fun but then you were so stiff when we started playing the game.” She was talking more to herself than to me.

I guess everything started to make sense to her now.

“You were holding back.” She came to a conclusion.

I simply nodded. I couldn’t deny that. She was right. If the circumstances were different I would’ve enjoyed the game much more last night. I would flirt with her. Heck, I would even bring the other bottle of whiskey, that’s how fun she was to be around. We could’ve had a whole party for all I care if…

I felt my throat tighten again. Every time I start feeling the happy sensation I remember why I’m so miserable.

Bill.

She’s here because of Bill.

“What are we going to do about it?” She continued as I still didn’t say anything.

“We?” I shook my head. “Nothing. We can’t do anything about it.”

“You can’t deny that last night meant something to you.” She breathed.

I replied with a hum. What was I supposed to say? Of course, it meant something. It was the best night of my life. But I can’t tell her that. I can’t give her hope. I have to get out of here!

“Did you move my papers?” I changed the topic.

I couldn’t continue talking about this.

About us.

There was no us.

It can’t be.

“I woke up in the middle of the night and I tried to wake you but you’re a heavy sleeper.” A smile started to spread across her face but apparently, the expression on my face told her that it shouldn’t. “I didn’t want your family walking in on us naked on Christmas day so I moved your papers and put some clothes on you so it would look like you fell asleep working.”

“Thanks.” I whispered.

I was grateful for it. And she was right. I was a heavy sleeper. I don’t even want to imagine the consequences if my family found us naked on the sofa; if Bill saw us like that.

“Charlie?!” I heard my mum calling me. “Breakfast!” I don’t think I was ever so grateful to hear her voice.

“I have to get dressed. You should go down.” I said in a much colder voice than I intended.

I didn’t want to be rude to her. Quite the opposite but I didn’t have a choice. We slept together. It was a mistake and it can’t happen again so the faster we forget about it, the better for us both.

I walked past her, without looking at her, and exited the bathroom. I returned to my room to get dressed and rushed down the stairs as fast as I could. Perhaps I will be able to stop thinking about it, about her, if I’m surrounded by other people.

Rhylee proved me wrong the second she sat down and I saw Bill blush. I don’t think I would feel this bad if I’d kill someone. The guilt is going to be the death of me.

I couldn’t eat. I think I left my appetite in the bathroom upstairs.

“Charlie finished his reports yesterday. Did you managed to get everything in order for the dragon?” Bill asked Rhylee while putting a sausage on his plate.

“I did.” She put on a faint smile. She was observing Bill’s every move and I could see the guilt in her eyes. “It turned to only be a few papers so I wish I went with you. I was done rather quickly.”

“What did you do after that?” I stiffened in my seat at Bill’s words.

I tried avoiding looking at Rhylee but I couldn’t.

“I stayed in Ginny’s room.” She glanced at me but quickly looked away. “I took the liberty of reading one of your books, I hope you don’t mind.” She said to Ginny.

“Not at all.” Ginny said with her mouth full.

Usually, that would make me smile but right now nothing could. I was preparing to get up and run to the bathroom as I felt like I wouldn’t be able to stomach this for much longer. I completely ruined the only free time I had in six months. I ruined the holidays for myself and I practically broke Bill’s heart.

I know Rhylee said that she only sees Bill as a friend but perhaps if we hadn’t slept together she would say yes to going out with him anyway. I don’t know what she is going to do now. I was certain she felt just as bad as I did, I knew that much.

“Mum, can we open the presents now?” Fred asked.

The twins were shaking in their seats from excitement.

“But you didn’t finish your breakfast.” Mum replied.

They both gave her the sweetest look that melted my heart. Ron and Ginny followed their lead.

“Pretty please!” They all said in unison.

“Oh, alright.” Mum rolled her eyes playfully and gestured for them to go to the living room.

I decided to join them.

Soon, wrapping paper was everywhere. The twins and I were already wearing our newly knitted jumpers mum made us. My parents, Percy, Bill, and Rhylee joined us soon after and we exchanged gifts.

I bought my mum a pair of gloves, a scarf and a hat to match. I visited a Muggle electronic shop in Romania to get my dad some plugs as I knew he didn’t have any from Romania yet. I got Ginny a book about Quidditch and bought a few new figures for Ron’s chess set as some of his were looking very worn down. I bought Percy a book about advanced spells and Bill a book about ancient magic. I remember him mentioning it in one of his letters and I made sure to write it down to get it for him as I knew he was too busy to do it on his own.

Now that I was watching him turn the pages, the biggest smile on his face, it didn’t bring me joy. I wasn’t happy how excited he was to read it. I felt horrible. He thought I was the best brother to remember the book he wanted to read. Little did he know that he would be better without me.

“How about us?” The twins turned to me when they realized that they were the only ones that didn’t receive a present from me.

“Yours is upstairs.” I leaned closer to them and whispered. “I placed them on your tables and you can open them later.” I emphasized the last word, hoping they would get the hint that they can’t do it now.

I bought them a set of fireworks that is sold only in Romania. I know mum is going to lose it but I couldn’t help myself when I saw it. I just had to get it for them. Mum would have to get in line to kill me anyway. I think Bill should do the honors.

I was sitting there, watching my family open their presents. They were all so happy and cheerful. The smiles on their faces were priceless. I won’t deny that I enjoyed opening presents but observing them having fun, sitting on the floor around the Christmas tree was my favorite activity of this holiday.

A smile spread across my face. I loved them all so much and seeing them so happy meant the world to me. I would do anything for every single one of them.

“Wow, Bill.” I turned to Rhylee as she spoke. “It’s beautiful.” She was looking at the necklace in her hands. It was golden with a little dragon egg charm.

I looked at Bill and he looked so proud of himself. I knew how happy it made him that she liked the gift. I, on the other hand, wanted to die. The way he was looking at her, the way his eyes sparkled, and how shy he got all of a sudden, it was killing me.

“Uhm…”

I can't take this anymore.

“I completely forgot to tell you. I got a letter yesterday that I have to return to work today.”

“What?” Mum’s smile disappeared from her face.

My dad was frowning in disappointment and it looked like Ginny was about to cry.

“I know I was supposed to stay for a few more days but a few eggs hatched prematurely and due to so many people leaving for the holidays the team that stayed behind can’t handle it.” I couldn’t believe how convincing I sounded.

It was breaking my heart looking at all of their faces. I know they wanted me to stay as much as I wish I could. But I have to get out of here.

I know it’s cowardly of me. I know I should own up to my mistake but I love my family too much and I never thought I would have to be in a position like this. If they knew what I’ve done. If they knew how I betrayed my brother, they would be so mad at me.

Mum would have my head. I was taught better than this. It might be seven of us but we were raised properly. We were raised to be fair and admit our wrongs and love each other. And I did quite the opposite. I’m lying to all of them. I hurt my brother by sleeping with the girl he liked so much.

I didn’t deserve them. I didn’t deserve them feeling sorry for me that I have to go back to work. I didn’t deserve to be missed that’s how bad I felt about this. How will I ever look Bill in the eyes again? I really hope Rhylee will go out with him. I hope she will say yes when he asks her out on a date. I hope she will be able to forget about this and start a life with him so that he can be happy.

I don’t care about myself. Bill was there for me for 5 out of my 7 years at Hogwarts. He advised me and scolded me and wished me all the best every step of the way. We got so drunk the night I got my job at the Sanctuary and we were planning all night how to tell mum about it as we knew she was going to flip out as much as she did when Bill got his job in Egypt.

He was beyond happy for me. He is the best brother anyone could ever ask for. He’s kind, he always puts others first and he’s not selfish. He is loving and caring and would do anything for his family.

Until yesterday I thought I was the same. But I was wrong. I felt like the worst person in the world. I was a scumbag. Unworthy of a brother like him.

I ignored the groans and whines of my family, stood up, and went upstairs to pack. Hopefully, by leaving I will feel better. At least I won’t have to look at Rhylee anymore for her to remind me how special last night was and what we both felt when we were together. At least I won’t have to look at Bill and lie to his face that everything is fine because it wasn’t.

Nothing was.

I might be a big family guy when it comes to my parents and my siblings but Bill was the one who dreamt about having one of his own more than me. I knew that with the job I have it would be difficult to settle down and I’ve made my peace with it but deep down I always hoped that there would be a time when I would meet a girl and she would prove me wrong.

With every girl I’ve met and been with, I lost more hope of that ever happening for me until I’ve met Rhylee. Her personality, her playfulness, her brutal honesty, the way she made me laugh. I never thought I would get a chance to meet a girl like her. And to top it all of, she was as obsessed with dragons as I was.

She was everything that I ever wished for in a girl and I can never be with her. It was painful to know that but it was true. I know you only come across a girl like this once in your life and I got my chance but she came home with the wrong brother.

I sighed and zipped my bag.

I was about to go down the stairs when I heard a noise behind me.

“Charlie, do you have a mo?” I turned around to see Rhylee standing in front of Ginny’s room.

I hesitated for a second. One part of me wanted nothing more than to talk to her again but another part of me was telling me to just go downstairs and return to Romania already.

The former part won. I put my bag on the ground and stepped closer to her. She was hiding something behind her back.

“I just want to give you your Christmas present.” She said in a whisper.

“You didn’t have to get me anything. I don’t have anything for you.” Great, another thing for me to feel bad about.

“You couldn’t know I would be here.” She giggled.

I couldn’t help but do the same. Her laugh was contagious.

“Right.” I didn’t know what else to say.

I hated that my heart started to beat faster and there was nothing I could do about it.

“It’s silly, really.” She smiled, revealing the little box she was hiding before, and looked at it. “The only thing I knew about you was that you love dragons. So here…” She extended her arm with the box in her hand.

“Thank you.” I slowly took it from her and turned around.

I can’t do this. I can’t make small talk with her when all I want to talk about is us and how amazing we could be together.

“You’re not leaving because of what happened last night, are you?” I felt her hand around my wrist.

It gave me goosebumps and sent shivers down my spine.

“Look, Rhylee.” I swallowed hard, turning back to her. “Bill is a great guy. The best actually. He’s loving and has the biggest heart. You should really give him a chance.”

“Charlie, I…” She shook her head. “Last night…what happened between us was so magical and I never felt…”

“Please, don’t.” I stopped her.

I shook my arm so she let go of it and went for my bag.

“You should give him a chance.” I said again, looking down the stairs, her standing behind me.

I stood there for a second more to collect myself. A few months ago our Swedish Short-Snout hit me with her tail and knocked me out. That was less painful than letting her go. I felt as if my chest was going to split in half and I had to try really hard to breathe.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. and went downstairs.

“Oh, Charlie, dear, I wish you could stay longer.” Mum said as she pulled me in a tight embrace.

“Me too, mum.” I hugged her back even though I didn’t deserve her hug.

“I’ll miss you, Charlie!” Ginny was next in line to say goodbye and Ron followed, hugging me awkwardly.

“Thank you for the gift, Charlie.” Fred whispered to me. George grinning next to him.

“But you don’t even know what I got you yet?” I ruffled their hair.

“If we can’t open it in front of mum, it has to be something amazing.” George added.

I shook my head. I love them so much, no matter how mischievous they are.

“Bye, Perce.” I went to hug him but he gave me his hand to shake instead.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. He will never change.

I quickly hugged my dad and then the moment I dreaded finally came. I turned to Bill and for the first time ever wished I had more siblings to say goodbye to so that I wouldn’t have to face him.

“This was very sudden.” He whispered in my ear as he pulled me in a hug.

“Yeah, I got the letter yesterday evening. You know how it is.” I shrugged.

“You sure you’re okay?” He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

“Sure.” I smiled as much as I could, even though I felt like taking him outside and telling him everything and then beg for his forgiveness and ask him to hex me as many times as he needs to.

He nodded, believing yet another lie I fed him today and I started towards the door. I opened it and turned around to wave at my family. I closed the door behind me and closed my eyes. I wanted to remember their happy faces. I know that with the amount of guilt I’m feeling I’m not coming home for a long time.

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You Can Be My Wingman (Part Five)

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

Warnings: mention of past injury.

Context: Having finally recovered, Quicksilver is allowed to fly again, where she meets her new RIO.

A/N: This fic isn't doing too well, but I'm still quite proud of it, so I'll keep uploading it👍😅💛

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When I finally don my flying uniform again after weeks of recovery, the familiar thrill of the prospect of flying rushes through me, the excitement building up with the minutes of preparation. Alone in the changing room, I pull on the gear as quickly as possible, practically buzzing with excitement as I lace up my boots and pick up my helmet, bounding to the exit, once again relishing in the lack of pain from the scars on my body. Emerging into the blazing sun, I head over to the hanger, rolling my shoulders in anticipation as I take my seat towards the back.

I stare out at the airfield, my leg bouncing nervously as I take in the familiar sight of the jets waiting in a row for us to use, a couple of attendants preparing them for use, their conversations carrying out to me. I missed it; the hot uniform, the harsh smells and noises, even the sexist jokes I sometimes receive from the other lieutenants. Thank God I survived what I did, that I was luckier than Matthew. A wave of grief and sadness briefly dulls my joy, the memory being painful and raw even after so long.

A person taking a seat beside me snaps me from my thoughts.

"You look healthy." Maverick grins as I turn to him, his bright eyes watching me and taking in my appearance.

"Finally." I reply, rolling my eyes jokingly.

He chuckles before replying.

"I'm glad, training was getting dull without you."

"Oh, I'm sure it wasn't, you've got Goose." I point out, " And don't forget Iceman and Slider. I'm sure you had a great time with them." At the last part, I giggle as he sends a pointed expression my way.

"Very funny." He retorts, playfully swatting my arm.

We continue to talk until the others arrive, joking and laughing together as we used to, though I can feel his gaze lingers a little more than before, his smile slightly remorseful. He had already filled me in on what I missed when I was in hospital, giving me his notes to study from whilst I recovered, in return for my own account of what happened whilst I was MIA.

The seats around us fill up, pilots and RIOs talking together, shouting rude jokes at each other as they approach. Glancing around, I quickly spot a new person I don't recognise.

"Who's that?" I ask Maverick, gesturing to the shy-looking guy. Before he can reply, Goose interrupts, plonking himself to my left.

"Hey, Quicksilver! How's it going?" His cheerful tone draws my attention, his contagious smile spreading to my face. Goose (and a few others) had made the effort to come and see me in the hospital, and he'd always cheered me up, so it's nice seeing him when I'm not incapacitated.

"Hey, Goose, I'm good! How about you?"

"Not bad, not bad. All the better now you're well again!" He responds, turning to the front. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Maverick giving us an odd look, but I shake it off as a trick of the light, quickly looking up as I recognise a certain pilot standing over me.

"Quicksilver, we didn't expect you back so soon." Iceman drawls, jaw working nonstop at the gum in his mouth, "It's good to see you."

"And you, Iceman." I return, uncertainly. Before my accident, he'd always been one of my main taunters, but he's acting awfully nice now, which unnerves me slightly.

Nodding, the tall pilot wanders off to his seat beside Slider in time for the commander to inform us of our task.

As he drones on, I take the opportunity to watch the new recruit.

Sitting uncomfortably in his chair, the lithe brunette shifts around, twisting his bony hands together into knots, fiddling with the fabric of his uniform. In the sun, his eyes appear the same colour as his golden badge, though not much of them is visible from under his mop of tawny hair, the long tufts hanging into his pale face like a shield between him and the world. His body isn't particularly muscular, but he appears nimble and agile, unlike some of the other pilots present, and his manner seems curious and eager, under all the unease.

"...as our Quicksilver finds herself without an RIO, she will be partnered with Hawk, our newest RIO recruit. I'm sure you two will get along fine." At this, I turn my attention back to the commander, meeting his firm gaze quickly, before I return my eyes to "Hawk", finding his golden eyes already looking at me. I offer him a small smile in reassurance, which he unsteadily returns.

"And that is all. Don't mess up, and remember, there's no points for second place."

Getting up with the others, I walk over to Hawk, sticking out a hand for him to shake.

"I'm Quicksilver, nice to meet you."

Taking my hand, he stammers in response.

"I'm Hawk, it's good to meet you, too."

"You ready?" I ask, leading him to one of the jets, my excitement building again as I eye the sleek metal beast before me.

"I think so." He murmurs quietly.

Suddenly unsure of his attitude, I turn to face him.

"Are you sure? You sound a little nervous."

Setting his jaw, he looks me in the eye.

"It's nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"..yes."

"It doesn't sound like it. We don't have to go out if you don't feel ready." I say this with hesitation, knowing I'll hate it if he agrees.

"I'm just a bit worried about flying with a new pilot after.. " He stops, visibly distressed.

"After?" I press, anxious to get going.

He shifts in place for a second before replying.

"After the last one...freaked out during a mission. He didn't respond to any of us, he just stared at the photograph he had with him. I was so scared that day...I haven't flown since." Hawk finally confesses, looking away.

Smiling sympathetically, I pat him on the shoulder.

"You'll be fine. I won't freak out on you, I promise." When he turns back to me, I notice his small smile almost instantly.

"Ok, let's go."

Climbing in, I secure myself into the jet, hearing him do the same, slightly hesitantly at first, behind me. I pull on my helmet and fasten it tightly, wrinkling my nose at its bad smell, made so from the accident.

Swiftly, I receive permission from the radar tower to take off first, which surprises me slightly. Making my way to the runway, I ask Hawk one more time if he's ready.

"As I'll ever be." Is his muffled reply.

Lining up, I ready myself for take off, increasing the thrust on the plane gradually until we are thundering across the runway. The familiar exhilaration of flying races through my veins as we launch into the air, the immediate change in pressure making me slightly giddy for a couple of seconds before I recover, wheeling the plane around, pointing the nose upwards. I allow myself to grin as the plane breaches the cloud layer, revealing the layout of the ground below.

Seconds later, a second plane joins me, followed by a third.

"Quicksilver, Hawk, your wingmen are Iceman and Slider, and Maverick and Goose." The crackling voice from the control tower sounds in my ear, the bored controller leaving the conversation there.

"You guys ready?" Goose's cheerful voice replaces the controller, his tone laced with excitement.

"We are." I respond after checking with Hawk.

"Born ready." Iceman replies, the grin almost audible in his voice.

For a couple of minutes, we wheel and bank around as a trio, waiting for the enemy planes to appear.

"I see one!" Hawk calls suddenly, voice confident and professional, as he rolls off a direction.

"South-west, below."

Taking this in, I carefully wheel the plane around to find the enemy jet, locating it immediately.

"We'll get him." Goose calls through the radio, Maverick directing his plane into a tight climb seconds later. "Quicksilver, there's a guy to your right!" Slider barks at me as another plane pulls up beside me, gliding up over me.

"Got it!" Banking to my left, I fall into a dive, spiralling downwards quickly before pulling up abruptly, drawing a muffled grunt from Hawk.

"Bit of warning please, Quicksilver!"

"Sorry." I call back, hurriedly, continuing to keep the plane in a steep ascent until I see us overtake the enemy jet, at which point I level out and cut the speed slightly. Drawing back, I allow the plane to speed off a little, before giving chase, moving in accordance with the other jet, the g-force pulling at me, the pressure almost overbearing. Leading us into a series of tight turns and spirals, I almost don't notice the second plane drop down behind me until it's right on my tail.

"Quicksilver, we have a problem!" Hawk yells at me, panickedly.

"Radio the other two, who's got that one?!" I ask, astonished.

"Goose, Slider, where're you two at?" The young RIO shouts into the mic as I throw the jet into a steep climb, spiralling to avoid missile lock from the others.

"We've got our own problems right now!" Slider's voice is also panicked, as is Maverick's when he replies after a minute or so.

"Us too, sorry Hawk!"

"It's fine, we've got this!" I reassure Hawk, nervously, levelling off to find the other two jets giving chase. "I have an idea."

Flying in a straight line, I slow the plane, allowing the other two to catch up sufficiently.

"Are you crazy? We'll be on missile lock in seconds!" Hawk's voice is terrified as he spots the jets coming closer.

"It's fine. Hold on." I growl through gritted teeth, suddenly pulling the brake and pulling the plane around until the left wing is pointing towards the ground.

As planned, the other two jets shoot by, the pilots turning heads as they watch me through the cockpit window, surprised to see us fly past. Levelling out again, I pursue them, quickly getting missile lock on the closest, watching it fly away as I continue chasing the other.

"One down." Hawk reports to the others, voice slightly shocked, "How did you know that was going to happen?" He asks me in disbelief.

"I've tried something similar a few times, but I guess I got lucky this time." My response is quick and breathless as I concentrate on navigating the tight turns the enemy is leading me on.

A couple of minutes later, I have the jet in my sights, the missile radar trying to lock on, eventually managing to do so, the plane flying off towards the base.

"Another one down. You guys need help?" This time I radio in, bringing the plane above the clouds for a better view.

"Yes please, Quicksilver." Goose's voice crackles through. Checking the radar, I locate their plane and angle towards it, allowing the jet to pick up speed as I drop down behind the aircrafts chasing them.

"We're here, Mav."

"Good, we're gonna need help getting them off our tail."

"On it." I target the closest, flying as near as I dare to its tail, activating the missile radar, focusing it on the jet in front of me. Instantly, the plane rolls off into a dive, drawing me away from Maverick, luring me into an elaborate series of twists and turns.

"Turn left." Hawk suddenly says.

"What?"

"Do it!"

Trusting his determined tone, I bank left, jumping when he speaks again.

"Now go right." Doing as he says, I return to my original path at a different angle, with a perfect view of the dodging plane. Moments later, the pilot is forced to land, due to our missile lock.

"Another down." Hawk reports, Iceman's voice coming in seconds later.

"One down."

"Another down." Goose adds, before Maverick chimes in a couple of minutes later.

"Last one down."

"We sure there were only six?" I ask quickly, looping around to find them on my radar.

"Positive. Requesting permission to land." Slider says, voice breathless over the mic.

"Permission granted." The message comes to all of us.

Goose's relieved "Great balls of fire!" filters through the radio seconds later, drawing a laugh out of me.

Making my way back, I allow the other two to land before doing do myself, bracing for the impact.

As we return to the hangers and get out of the cockpit, I turn to Hawk almost immediately.

"Thanks for that last one, that was clever thinking." I say, smiling at the RIO.

Visibly embarrassed, he scratches the back of his head, helmet tucked under his arm.

"No problem, you pulled it off really well. That stunt before was also really clever, I didn't see how it would work at first." He admits, looking me in the eye, "My actual name is Oli, by the way. Oli Green." He offers me his hand.

"I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." I reply, shaking his proffered hand, glad that he isn't so shy anymore.

"Hey, you guys, thanks for saving our asses back there!" Goose calls over as he and Maverick come closer, followed by Iceman and Slider.

"Yeah, that was some real fancy flying there." Maverick grins, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Thanks, guys. We tried our best." I respond, smiling at them all.

"You guys sure you haven't flown together before? Because that was amazing." Iceman's offhand compliment surprises me, a sense of pride immediately washing over me.

"I'm sure. Maybe we just work well together." Hawk chimes in, happily.

"Come on, let's get cleaned and get something to drink, we all deserve it." Slider exclaims, patting us on the back.

As we start off, I feel cheerful and glad to be back, though a look at Maverick dampens my mood.

Why is he frowning like that?

Part Six

#top gun #top gun imagine #top gun: maverick #tom cruise #goose #iceman #slider #quicksilver #hawk

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whathappenedtomyweekend · 3 years

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It’s Just A Spark Ch. 10 - Eye of the Storm

Toothless could not understand. There were, of course, a couple of things he was not able to grasp - advanced mathematics, for example, or why all-you-can-eat feeding stations were not an established thing yet.

Right now, however, it was beyond him how his nervous, asthmatic fire-battling human could be this daft. He was currently pacing around the flat, his clicks and thumps disturbing Toothless' peaceful slumber. That is, it had been peaceful since about twenty minutes ago.

Apparently, Hiccup had thought it was a good idea to get up at nine a.m. after a night shift to rattle around and start cleaning the flat.

"Toothless! C'mon, bud, I have breakfast ready!"

Toothless yawned and stretched, getting up from his nook on the bed and trotted into the kitchen where his human was waiting for him, a big grin on his face as he crouched down to scratch his ears.

"Hey, bud. You slept well?"

I did until you woke me up.

"Sorry I forgot yesterday night, I really am. Lucky us Astrid came to the rescue, huh?"

I could have starved if it hadn't been for her, Toothless meowed indignantly and flicked his tail.

Still, he had been happy to see Astrid. He liked her. She was gentle and had given him an extra snack and cuddled him and smelled nice. And she made Hiccup happy.

So why, Toothless wondered, didn't she stay here all the time so she could feed and pet him and make his human grin like an idiot at any given moment?

Why all the constant travelling between their respective homes?

Maybe they weren't sure they really wanted to spend so much time together? After all, it had been only him and Hiccup for quite some time now, since they had move out of his father's house. Toothless yawned again and settled on Hiccup's lap, curling into the warmth of the human's body, deciding the two humans should come to a better solution today.

"Good morning."

The woman looked up from her computer screen and smiled at the familiar auburn-haired man in front of her.

"Henry, what brings you here?"

Hiccup smiled at her. "I just wanted to stop by to ask my father something. Is he in?"

"Yes," she replied, frowning. "Henry, I … don't suppose you know what this fuss about all these cloth cases he brought in yesterday was all about?"

Hiccup bit back a groan, mumbling, "Oh, bother" under his breath before flashing her a quick smile and hurrying towards his father's office.

"Uh, I'll check that out. Thanks, Bertha."

He knocked twice, thrice. His father's cheerful voice answered.

"Come in!"

"Dad, I heard-"

Hiccup fell silent at the sight of him. Bertha had not prepared him for what he wouldactually see.

There sat his father, in-between at least three clothing bags and a small cardboard container, grinning at him.

"Ah, son, there you are!"

"Dad, what …"

"I solved your clothing problem!"

The young man threw his hands up, widldly gesticulating at the bags.

"For the next five years?"

Stoick Haddock hummed and leaned back in his chair, watching his son intently as he chuckled, "Well, I was hoping she sticks around longer than that, but, essentially, yes."

Hiccup stepped closer, his hands flying up to his hair.

"Are those … are those ties?"

"Yes, you might never know. I have prepared multiple options and combinations for you. And they do, you know," he chuckled. "tie the whole look together."

"I see," Hiccup deadpanned, his expression so helpless Stoick barked out a laugh and got up to give his son a well-meaning pat on the back.

"Come on, boy, lighten up a little! After all, you might never know," his voice dropped to a conspirational tone. "maybe she justso happens to know how to tie them and will help you."

"Wasn't that actually your job to teach me?"

His red ears gave him away, making Stoick laugh again.

"If you want, just take the shirts for now. I got you both button ups and downs, since I thought you didn't care. And I couldn't choose. Plus, Gobber wasn't really helping over the phone, he just kept telling me to leave the shop. He does seem to be about sixty percent of my self-control these days. Oh well."

"I - I'm not even sure how to respond to that, if I'm being honest here, Dad."

"Just take them?"

His son sighed but smiled at his father. "Thanks. You really saved me."

After a short pause, he added, "I'll ... choose carefully."

Stoick grinned. "That's what I wanted to hear. Now, off you go, and have fun today! By the way, talk to Gobber about your overtime."

Hiccup's voice was muffled against all the clothing and plastic in his arms.

"Thanks, Dad, I will. I'll, uh - I'll call you."

He was already out the door when he heard his father shout after him, "Remember our talk about intentions!"

Hiccup's ears were burning. From the direction of the desk in front of the office he just heard a dry, "Oh, so it was about you."

It was noon by the time Astrid had dragged herself out of her bed and into the shower. A sigh escaped her lips as the hot water drummed down on her, easing some of the tension in her neck and shoulders.

As she lathered up her hair she idly thought back to last night. The job had been the usual, sure - but everything had seemed a bit less awful after her visit at the fire department and Hiccup's flat.

The young woman smiled up at the ceiling, screwing her eyes shut. Spending time with Hiccup and Toothless for a bit had recharged her batteries for the rest of the shift. And, well, she had also felt a bit flattered that Hiccup had trusted her with his. It had been a bit weird, being in his apartment without him, but she now knew that he was a naturally tidy person - at least at home, away from his desk at the department.

For a moment she wondered what it would be like to come home to that - to him. She imagined herself turn a copy of his keys in the lock of the apartment and enter as silently as possible, placing her shoes beside his and groping her way through the darkness to their bedroom, careful not to wake him as she'd quickly strip and crawl under the covers next to him. Maybe he'd shift in his sleep and curl himself into her.

She exhaled and scrubbed her hands over her burning face as she realised how much she actually wanted this. And yet, it didn't scare her anymore. The idea of being this intimate with him suddenly did not seem that scary to her at all.

'God, I want this.'

Astrid wasn't sure wether she only felt like this simply because it was Hiccup and she just couldn't help it, or if something inside her had shifted.

She thought back to the moment he had sat down next to her on that plank bed - they'd sat way too close, and at the same time not close enough, but her breath had hitched in her throat as he'd wrapped his arm around her, timidly, and had found herself wishing he'd hold her.

Funny, almost, how this would be enough for her if he'd ask. She knew that if Hiccup would ask her, she would be satisfied with the hugs and hand-holding and kisses on the cheek. If he said this was as far as they would ever go, she'd accept.

Then again, she'd seen the way he'd look at her sometimes when he thought she wasn't paying attention. She couldn't quite describe it other than intense. She only knew that this expression was very farfrom innocent. The memory of it sent shivers down her spine despite the hot water and steam around her.

Yet, he had always held back. In the end it came down to execution. But he was so adorably shy about it all. Of course, Astrid knew that by no means she was any more experienced in these matters than he was - heck, she'd regretted every person she'd ever kissed so far. A distinct feeling told her she couldn't (and wouldn't) regret him.

She, too, had never gone as far as she wished they would go together. Which made this all the more new and confusing to find herself drawn and attracted to him in way she had never experienced before.

He was new. And confusing. And challenging. And pretty much irresistable.

She could see him grin at her even from the distance they were still at. He waved at her, his smile broadening the closer they got. Involuntarily she picked up a faster place, soon almost running, and it was stupid and silly, but she just couldn't bring herself to care, laughter spilling over her lips as he caught her by the waist as she crashed into him, using the momentum to spin her around.

"Hey there," he mumbled into her hair, grinning. "Miss me already?"

She snorted, her hands fisting themselves into the fabic of his shirt. "You're the one to talk."

Hiccup chuckled. "I have to admit, I was a bit disappointed when I found my keys in my mailbox this morning."

Astrid grinned, linking her arms behind his back, burying her smile in his chest.

"Sorry, I couldn't risk you waking the cat."

He pulled back, raising an eyebrow at her smug face for a split second before breaking out into a toothy, dopey grin, his arms still locked around her.

"You ready to go?" he asked her then, stepping out of their embrace, reminding her of their inital plan. Astrid nodded, taking his hand and intertwining their fingers.

"Yeah, let's go."

It was a quiet walk, their joined hands swinging between them, shoulders sometimes bumping. The air felt heavy in contrast to their light conversation. Hiccup was pretty sure that spending his day off with Astrid was pretty high in his top ten. Scratch that, top 3. Top anything, ever.

The market was, to neither of them a surprise, buzzing with people.

He absentmindedly told her about how the biggest part of Berk's income was through export, mostly fish and seafood, but also some vegetables that were lucky enough to survive the winter. She laughed at that.

"I didn't think it was that bad."

"Oh, you just haven't experienced the real thing yet, trust me. Last winter was LIGHT. That was NOTHING. Just you wait, you're in for a real surprise."

"Is it really a surprise if you're telling me about it?"

"Not really, I just don't want you caught off guard, can't have you stuck in your arpartment without any food and water," he retorted, shooting her a small grin. Behind his teasing was a slight hint of concern and Astrid felt her smile widen, heart fluttering as she thought of deep, snowed-in winter, burying herself in blankets and maybe his arms.

"You fany salmon or tuna?" she heard him ask and piped up. They'd came to a halt in front of a STAND. Hiccup grinned at the two men behind the counter.

"Hey Mulch, Bucket. Long time no see, how've you been?"

"Oh, haven't you heard, Hiccup?" the dark-haired man of the two asked, lowering his voice conspirationally. Hiccup stopped, a frown on his face as he leaned in to hear the other man.

"No, what happened?"

"Bucket's been having his headaches again."

Astrid paused, confused at the way Mulch told Hiccup this as if delivering bad news.

"Oh, well-"

"I give it twenty more minutes," Bucket moaned from behind, cradling his head as he sat down on a stool behind the counter. "And it's gonna be a big one. You kids better hurry back inside."

"Okay then, we'll just, uh … take some salmon and tuna. Thanks."

Mulch handed him the fish and exchange, then nodded solemnly. "Always trust the bucket, Hiccup."

"I don't - neverm - okay, thanks. I'll see you guys around."

Astrid started slightly when she felt his hand rest on the small of her bag and lightly pushed her forward; they started moving again.

"Sorry about that," he mumbled. "Bucket swears his headaches can predict the weather. According to him there's a storm headed to us."

"And you don't believe that?"

He shrugged. "Not really. He always used to tell us that, sort of like a children's tale. You know, growing up."

Astrid nodded but before she could respond, she felt a raindrop hit her forehead.

Hiccup stopped dead in his tracks, squinting up at the sky and then narrowing his eyes at her when she tried to keep herself from laughing. "Alright, so there's a bit of rain …"

The rain got worse with every step they took away from the market and soon, they were running, again joining their hands as they stumbled through the streets, laughter spilling over their lips.

"You were saying?" she spluttered as they came to a stumbling halt at his apartment.

"Okay, so there's a lot of rain," Hiccup replied, turning around to her. Astrid snorted at that, grinning up to him, making him hesitate shortly as he caught her gaze.

They were absolutely soaked. Astrid's fringes hung into her eyes, but somehow he looked at her like she was a revelation of sorts; slowly he reached out and gently brushed the hair out of her eyes, his fingers tingling as they came in contact with her cold skin. Astrid smiled up at him and she was blinding.

He blinked. She'd said his name.

"Yes?"

"Could you unlock the door?"

"Oh - yeah, of course, sorry," he spluttered, digging for his keys.

They stepped inside, shivering at the sudden change of temperature. Outside it was properly pouring now; in the distance, thunder was rolling over howling wind. Hiccup huffed. Great. Bucket had been right.

He'd given her one of his jumpers and a pair of sweatpants. Now, sitting in his kitchen, dry and warm, a purring Toothless on her lap, Astrid watched Hiccup fiddle with the regulators on his old radio, muttering to himself. At the sight of him, his hair freshly towelled try, brows furrowed in concentration, the young woman felt a wave of affection wash over her.

His face lit up when he finally found the frequence and threw her a short glance, lips twitching upwards. The voice of the radio commentator filled the room.

"… will hit Berk in its full velocity at approximately 17:00. It is not yet certain when the storm will subside. But until then, we advise all our listeners to stay inside their homes for safety."

She watched his chest deflate as he let out a light sigh and straightened his back.

"Well, looks like we're stuck here for a while."

He sat down in front of her, leaning on the table, eyes apologetic. Astrid hummed, a small smile playing on her lips as she leaned forward.

"Could be worse. At least we're stuck together."

Together. He smiled and looked down to his hands, clasped together on the table. Without thinking, he reached out and took one of her hands, making her uncross her arms on the table, his thumb drawing gentle circles on the back of her hand.

His voice was low when he finally spoke.

"Astrid, are we …" his eyes flitted up to hers for a moment as he inhaled. "Are we a couple?"

She hummed again, cocking her head to the side.

"Isn't that what you asked me yesterday? To be your girlfriend?"

He shrugged. "I did, I just, uh, didn't do it properly. Left some room to interpretation, huh?"

He let out a nervous chuckle. Astrid squeezed his hand, somehow anchoring him. Suddenly the words tumbled over his lips, almost easily, as if they had been waiting to be spoken.

"Astrid Hofferson, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

A wide smile blossomed on her lips as her other hand found his across the table.

"Hiccup Haddock, I can't even begin to tell you how much I would like that."

Hiccup looked at her with a wondrous expression, as if he couldn't quite believe she was real, and she would have just kissed him, her resolution to wait out the window, had he not stood up and pulled her against his chest.

"Thank you," he mumbled into her hair. Astrid smiled and wrapped her arms around his middle. "What for?"

He shrugged against her frame. "For just … I don't know. You. Call me cheesy, but I'm just really glad we met."

Astrid hugged him tighter and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, breathing in a warm, comforting soapy scent. Her answer was muffled against his chest.

They stayed like this for a little while, until Hiccup piped up, loosening his grip around her.

"You wanna get started on the food?"

Her stomach growled loudly, making him laugh.

"Guess that's a yes."

Astrid had learned that making sushi took longer than she had initially expected. She also learned that Hiccup was a very patient teacher. Her first roll had fallen apart three times to the point of her frustration; he had given her gentle instructions and suggestions each time, until she had finally managed one that didn't look half bad. Part of her couldn't really understand how he could be so calm while cooking, when for her it usually involed lots of rushing and still accidentally burning things.

"By the way, how's your job situation looking?" he asked while cutting up the last roll. When he laid down the knife and raised his head to look at her, he found her grin at him.

"I started writing my application. I can quit the Smith's in two weeks."

She almost squealed as he suddenly leapt up, pulled her out of her chair and spun her around before pulling her into an embrace.

"That's … Astrid, that's amazing!"

She chuckled at his excitement but tightened her grip around him. "It feels a bit weird," she admitted then, her voice muffled by the material of his thick jumper.

Hiccup hummed, one hand coming up to her shoulder as he drew imaginary maps on her skin through the wool.

"No more night shifts, huh?"

"Actually, yeah. I kind of … got used to it. Is that weird? Working a job I hate and getting used to it?"

She pulled back, eyes quizzically searching his and Hiccup could have sworn he had never felt anything more real than the weight of her hands on his chest. He hummed again, hands resting on her waist as he held her gaze and replied softly, "I think it's human, to get used to things. You kind of had to, to get through it, don't you think?"

Astrid nodded, her eyes dropping to her hands shortly, before a slow smile blossomed on her lips.

"You know,we gotta hand it to the night shifts, though. They're sort of the reason we met. If I hadn't taken that job and tried to cook at unholy hours, I'd ... well."

"Not be grateful for the night shifts?" He suggested, grinning lopsidedly. Astrid scrunched her nose at him.

"And not know you. Which would make my life a whole lot bleaker, to be honest."

His eyes softened.

"True," he admitted and resisted the urge to just kiss her right then and there, all else be damned, because some things needed to be said rather than done. "Same goes for me. At this point, I couldn't even imagine not knowing you, or at least I don't really want to. And I, uh, like life better with you."

Astrid smiled up at him and for a moment, he thought she was going to kiss him right then and there, all else be damned, but she only leaned back into him, arms sneaking around his middle again.

He exhaled slowly and buried his face in her neck, closing his eyes. A sense of peacefulness overcame him.

Outside the storm was raging on.

#IJAS #it's just a spark #hiccstrid fluff #hiccstrid #slow burn #modern au #httyd #httyd 2 #romance #mine

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draqcnheartstrinq · 5 years

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Hate That I Want You (Part 3)

Sirius Black x Pure-blood!Slytherin!Reader

Summary: At first it’s hate, then it’s confusion. It grows into a healthy amount of curiosity until it turns into hate once more. But not towards each other, more towards the idea of wanting what you’ve tried to avoid all your life.

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: angst, bad family relationships, mild fighting?

Note: So very sorry for basically not updating this story for over two months. That’s just bad even for my standards I hope you enjoy this one though!

HTIWY Masterpost | Part 4

James loves his quidditch, everyone knows it and nobody is surprised when they see him on the quidditch pitch flying along the field. There’s no match planned, no training on the schedule and still Potter is there on his broom whilst his friends sit in a group on the stands.

Occasionally Remus, Lily, Marlene and Sirius have a go at flying themselves. They’re all good, but of course nothing like quidditch king James Potter.

When the five of them are up in the air, the others cheer and watch from down below. Other students sit in the stands too, watching them or just discussing some of their classes, catching up or admiring the Hogwarts Grounds.

The quidditch pitch isn’t only James’ favourite spot, but also that from many others.

You heard a few fellow Slytherins whispering in the library about how amazing it was to just sit there, reflect, watch the clouds go by and do nothing but breathe. Whenever they felt threatened by the copious amounts of assignments and tests they would go there to unwind and relax.

And so, you were now walking up the wooden stairs, towards the seats and the beautiful autumn sky, trying to finally find a way to ease your mind.

You brought a book, one that you had read a thousand times before but couldn’t get enough of and clutched it between your arms until you found a place to get comfortable. The stands weren’t anything fancy but they gave off a cosy pine smell, the sky wasn’t clear but the sun shone through the clouds in a most beautiful way and most of all… Even though you were alone, you didn’t feel like it.

Clusters of friends were scattered around the pitch, chattering along and filling the air with happiness. In a place like this you could never feel alone because of all the friendly faces around. It didn’t matter what name you were given or the blood you were born with. The quidditch pitch was a safe place and thanks to that one Slytherin in the library you now knew that.

Focussing all your attention on the book in your hands, reading every word as if it was the first time, you didn’t realise the giggles zooming through the air above your head were ones you knew. Until the person flew so close you could basically feel the breeze flying over you and messing your hair around.

Lily was trying her very best to lose James who desperately chased her, in a friendly attempt of course. Her laugh pierced the air and brought a smile to many others’ lips. Even to yours without realising it. James, of course, was much faster on his broom and caught up with her in less than thirty seconds. He reached out grabbing her arm in the air, making Lily scream out of joy and also maybe a little because she didn’t like losing.

Her scream brought your attention upwards, away from your book and towards the duo who hysterically laughed at one another. After a while Lily averted her attention to you too and waved with such a happy smile, you felt your heart grow. You waved back, a little more shy than her but at least just as joyful.

As Lily turned her attention back on flying alongside James, you averted your eyes higher up. Remus was there chatting with Marlene about who knows what, both several feet in the air and dangling their legs off the sides. You couldn’t possibly imagine looking that relaxed while sitting on a hovering stick, being a little scared of heights yourself, but they didn’t seem to mind one bit.

Realising you were staring by now you turned back towards your book but something seemed off.

Not the book, there wasn’t a problem with the book.

You felt off, like something was trying to catch your attention but you couldn’t make out what.

Your eyes roamed back over the stands, catching a few Hufflepuffs sitting in a circle, a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw holding hands whilst whispering to each other. You smiled at that, not caring if it made you look like a lunatic.

But what kept you on the edge of your seat like this? What was making you this uncomfortable you could barely concentrate on one single word of your forgotten page?

After several seconds you realised, much to your displeasure, that the “what” was actually a “who”.

There he was once again, with his long messy black hair and his piercing grey eyes, looking right at you as if it was his favourite occupation. Honestly, as of lately you couldn’t tell if Sirius did it on purpose or not. Contrary to the other years at Hogwarts when he used to only give you attention in the form of barking remarks and swift hateful glances, now for almost a week he had seeked you out in any crowd. You did the same to him you had to admit, otherwise you wouldn’t even have know about his prolonged stares.

His looks weren’t friendly, but they weren’t full of hatred anymore either. They were more like a gaze, as if he was looking at you but at the same time right through you, lost in thought.

Right now, even as you were looking right into his eyes, it was as if he didn’t realise what he was doing. His head didn’t turn or even move an inch to the left or right, his eyebrows didn’t knot together like they did up until a week ago…

Something had been going on inside his head and obviously you couldn’t complain. If Sirius could finally stop holding a grudge against you, purely for the family you were born in, then anyone could right?

Or so you were trying to tell yourself. But you were smarter than to keep on hoping it would get better, it never did in the last six years.

*~*~*~*~*~*

His mood had been swinging from left to right, from cheery and upbeat to plain out irritated by the most insignificant matters.

James talked too loud, Peter chewed with his mouth open, Marlene’s high pitched laugh pierced his ears, professor Mcgonagall called him out for every joke he pulled no matter how subtle they were,... Nothing was going his way.

On top of all of this, there seemed to be an itch in his head he wasn’t able to scratch.

Everywhere Sirius went he saw two particularly unwanted eyes reading a book or concentrating on ink spilling out of the tip of a quill. Green accented robes and an obnoxiously neat skirt flowed around knee length socks, also accented by that same deep colour of emerald green. It’s the kind smile, though, that makes him hate it all more. It’s out of character, those lips aren’t supposed to look that innocent and friendly.

Sirius hasn’t been himself ever since the encounter with you after potions class. He’s tense, stressed even and he doesn’t get why. Was it because you called him out on his obvious ignorance? Maybe because the words that left your mouth that day were both filled with obvious anger but also hurt?

You had genuinely sounded hurt, Sirius now realises that. You looked at him as if he had grown two heads, opening your mouth just slightly before closing it. The corners of your lips turned downwards and your eyes lost the sparkle of that always present wit. Your shoulders had slumped down and you made yourself as tiny as you could without being too obvious about it.

The conversation still rang inside his head every time he so much as caught a glance of your silhouette.

“You honestly still believe I stand for what my family stands for?”

Your voice was so small, you had almost whispered it and if his attention wasn’t solely focussed on you he would have probably missed what you were saying.

He knows his reaction to your fragile demeanour made you stand up straight again. As if seeing his perplexed eyes was enough to remember what you were dealing with. He could see it in the way you pulled your books against your chest, how you twisted your face into a scowl.

That angry look, that was the one he recognised.

It made him snap back at you, like he always did, trying to put you back into place. But your answers…

They weren’t what he expected, they weren’t what he wanted to hear. His plan was to confront you, to finally get the hateful words to spill from your mouth and proof his friends wrong, so he could tell them how wrong they were about trusting and defending you.

“Do your family’s actions reflect onto you? Have you ever considered I could be in the same bloody situation as you are, or is the hate towards Slytherins just so damn huge it doesn’t even matter what my opinions are? You’re just going to keep accusing me of sh*t I’ve never done, or better, never even said!

“I never shared their love for our bloodstatus let alone my whole opinion on who’s worthy and who is not! It may be a surprise to you, Black”, you made sure to spit out his surname as if it was a pawn on a chessboard, “but I consider someone worthy as soon as they step foot in this world, from there on it’s up to themselves if they deserve to walk among the others or not.”

Those definitely weren’t the words he expected.

That night wasn’t one where sleep found him quickly. Questions kept sliding through his mind, all basically asking the same damn thing.

“Some people don’t wish to be disowned and thrown on the streets, Sirius! Of all people I would think you would be the most understanding of that!”

Was he wrong all along?

Now he sat at dinner, three weeks later, with a fake smile plastered on his lips. Irritation, rage, frustration,... Confusion.

All those years he had known you, walking along with your parents at King’s Cross, not once had you stepped out of line with them. When they grimaced at muggleborns, you turned your head the other way. When your parents talked to his you made sure to get as far away as possible. He always held that against you, believing you wanted to get away because he, a friend of muggleborns, was there right next to them.

Were you just scared?

He had heard stories from his parents, from before he ran away and left them for good.

“The (Y/L/N)s had a particular encounter with a mudblood, Walburga, have you heard?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“Don’t worry though, they put the vile bastard in it’s place.”

He remembers conversations like that too vividly, vulgar and sickening details following suit.

How you hadn’t left after all that your family had done, said and inflicted upon innocents… It remains a mystery to him. It’s why he always saw you as one of them. You didn’t seem bothered or even fazed by all of it. You never talked back, never gave a kick.

When someone asked you about it you just ignored the question and went on with your day.

How could you? Why would you?

Sirius questions everything, sitting there whilst shoving potatoes around his plate.

You remain a mystery he can’t seem to solve.

*~*~*~*~*~*

When the owls come flying through the Great Hall the next morning, you expect to see grandma’s tiny brown one to land in front of you, lay down a letter and ask for some petting. It’s routine by now and it’s what keeps you grounded, makes you realise there’s someone outside of these school walls that still cares.

This time that doesn’t happen, though. You see other people receiving The Daily Prophet, others get letters from their parents and family at home.

Grandma’s owl never appears.

Instead you see a black one, as dark as the nights on Hogwarts grounds, fly towards you. It lands gracefully and for several seconds you can’t help but stare.

This isn’t what’s supposed to happen, grandma never forgets to write.

Even though this isn’t the owl you expected, you still recognise the stark yellow eyes that contrast with the deep feathers. It’s your family’s owl.

The loud screech of the bird takes you back to where you are, momentarily pushing down the panic away from your head. It settles deep, making you feel nauseous as you take the letter from the sharp beak. Your owl flies away without any hesitation.

Other people around you have been alerted by the loud noise coming from your place as well. Of course they have to keep staring, making your nerves even more prominent. You do as you do best, though. You plaster a fake not bothered look on your face, lay down the letter next to your plate and keep eating like nothing had happened, like your stomach wasn’t refusing every bite you took.

As you tried to calm down, over time you were able to make out the details of the letter. The handwriting of your mother on the front, the big black seal known to be your family’s,...

And then you noticed the obvious red colour of the envelope.

The letter was a Howler. You were definitely not opening that in front of everyone, it was staying shut until you were in your room, alone, with no roommates to disturb you.

For the remaining time of breakfast you kept your eyes on your plate, anxiously thinking about what could be written inside. You dreaded having to listen to your mother’s voice, most probably screaming at you for some unknown reason.

But most importantly, why didn’t grandma write?

Why did it have to be your parents instead?

Lost inside your own thoughts, leaving breakfast on auto-pilot and with a blank stare in your eyes, you just forgot

You didn’t even realise you left the Howler right next to your still half full plate.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Sirius saw everything, never diverting his eyes away from you for more than ten seconds.

He saw your hopeful smile when the owls started flying in, saw how that smile slowly turned into a frown the longer you waited. Your lips had fully fallen open when a black owl landed in front of you.

He saw your hesitation, heard the loud shriek that made you jump in your seat.

He saw the red envelope.

And there it was again, that unbothered look you always glued onto your face, the one that makes him angry every single time he sees it.

He always addressed it to you actually not caring, but now he just couldn’t. You had looked so devastated and almost terrified just a second ago.

Were you hiding what you were feeling?

Was that what that look was? You just didn’t want others to see what kept going on inside that confusing head of yours?

That would be exactly what Slytherins were good at. Sirius now sees the sly move, realises how good you are at lying. Not with words but with your demeanour.

He definitely doesn’t miss you leaving, head down shoulders slumped because even you aren’t that good at telling lies. He spots the red paper still on the table, left and forgotten about.

There’s a big decision now, right in front of him. Is he stooping that low?

“You okay there, Sirius? You’ve been awfully quiet”, Lily remarks and everyone turns their heads his way.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just not been feeling too well since waking up.”

“Have you guys gone partying without us again?” Marlene asks with a pout hanging off her lips, big round puppy eyes following not long after.

“We wouldn’t dare”, Peter answers before everyone chuckles at the thought of that happening last time. The girls had been mad for weeks.

“I’m done here, I’m full as can be”, Remus says after a while, standing up and pushing off from the table, “If anyone feels like joining me before having to leave for class-”

He can’t even finish his sentence before basically everyone at the table follows his lead and leaves their plates for what they are. All except Sirius.

“Aren’t you coming, mate?”

“I’m going to talk to my brother first, it’s been a while”, Sirius responds, not lifting his gaze from the Slytherin table. Unbeknown to his friends it’s not because his brother is sat there.

“As you wish. Let’s get going, guys!”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Just when you’re about to turn another corner, you snap out of it.

Emptiness is refilled by panic and you’re running before you’ve even realised you were standing still.

The letter! How could you forget to take the stupid letter?!

Your heart beats like crazy and your breathing is deep and irregular. How much more could go wrong today? It’s only half past eight in the morning, classes haven’t started yet and here you are, running your lungs out of your body because of a Howler your family left you.

When the entrance of The Great Hall comes into sight you finally let yourself slow down. Still your legs move in an obvious fast pace, stressed and rigid with your hands fidgeting in front of your stomach.

Just as you reach the grand doorway Sirius Black walks through. You see him hesitate for a second, locks eyes before he quickly gathers himself and walks the other direction. You couldn’t care less at this moment. He’s not what’s concerning you right now. It’s that bloody red letter right next to your plate.

You enter, scan the Slytherin table trying to recall the exact place you sat at.

Penny still sits there, the fifth year Slytherin you know from spending too much time in the library. She sat not too far away from where you had been eating only minutes ago.

As you pass seat after seat, even passing the one you could swear you had been seated, you didn’t see a single letter. No Daily Prophets, no regular white letters,...

Not your very prominent red letter.

“No”, you breathe out. No one hears you.

“Please, it has to be here.” This time you speak louder.

“Everything okay, (Y/N)?”

You look up, silently thanking Merlin for this sweet girl, Penny, for at least caring enough to check on you. You’re quite sure you look like you’ve seen a ghost, figuratively speaking of course.

“No, I-I’m sorry for bothering but have you seen an envelope lying right at this spot? A red one?”

You wait as she looks down to where your letter should’ve been. The longer she takes the more you lose hope.

It’s been several seconds now, you’re almost sure she’s going to ignore your question and get on with her day but then she speaks up as if she only just realised what you asked.

“The Howler you received?”

Of course she knew you received a Howler, Penny was known for being an observant girl, still you had slightly hoped she didn’t notice. You had hoped no one noticed. Obviously that wasn’t the case.

“Yes, Penny, the Howler”, you answer slightly annoyed she had to bring it up in front of her friends. She seems to realise her mistake, though, and looks at you with apology written across her face.

“Actually, yeah we saw”, Duncan who sits in front of the girl answers, “Sirius Black picked it up and left.”

That’s when everything starts to spin. The words have barely reached your ears but you know enough, he’s going to ruin you. This is going to ruin everything.

You swear tears are starting to form in your eyes but rapid blinks keep them from rolling down. You can’t lose it now, not in front of everyone. The breathy voice that leaves your lips is a dead giveaway of what is going through your head right now, though.

“And you just let him take it?” It’s barely a whisper, but you know Penny heard well enough. She turns her head down to her plate, guilt prominently edged onto her features.

“We thought he was going to bring it to you”, Duncan answers, also slightly taken aback by your demeanor.

You shake your head, not believing what’s happening still. “Oh yeah, because we all know Sirius Black is such a good friend of mine.”

The response is filled with frustration and most probably a lot of obvious resentment, but you can’t get yourself to care about that right now. You’re running again, this time out of The Great Hall, trying to catch up with the guy who has your whole future on this school right between his fingers.

*~*~*~*~*~*

He feels wrong. The red envelope clutched in his right hand is burning into his skin. This doesn’t feel right, no matter who the piece of paper belongs to. Why did he do it? Is he so desperate to make your life hell? Is he so set on proving you’re a horrible person?

Sirius doesn’t have the answers to his own questions, he regrets taking the letter and it’s now stressing him out.

This isn’t about doing the right thing anymore. Now he is being the horrible person out of the two of you. He debates walking back to your spot and laying it right where he had picked it up, but it was too late for that. Everyone would’ve seen what he did, if he went back they would only confront him about it.

The more distance he puts between himself and The Great Hall the worse he feels. He takes steps by two, looking down at the red letter in his hand with your name elegantly written on the front. It’s definitely a Howler from your parents, he recognises the black stamp that seals the lid from the many letters your family had sent to his parents.

Why would they send you a Howler?

Maybe they were going to praise you? That could be it, they were only trying to brag about how good of a Slytherin their precious daughter is. Amazing grades, never out of line, always proper and prim,...

But the more he thinks about it the more he starts to question whether his friends were right.

Howlers weren’t sent by loving parents, they were always sent by people who had some bone to pick. Sirius remembers the time Martha, a Hufflepuff, received a Howler from her grandparents, yelling at her because apparently if she didn’t start studying for her OWLs she would be in big trouble when she got back home.

Or that time when Kyle tried to pull a prank on one of the professors but injured a student instead, his parents were livid.

Sirius stops walking, now taking that bloody letter into both hands, staring at it as if he wanted to burn it right then and there.

Anger fills his head as he focuses on your mother’s handwriting. What could your parents possibly be humiliating you for? There was not a chance you were doing anything wrong, anything against their standards. You studied hard, got amazing grades, were good at pretty much anything that involved magic.

The fact he was becoming concerned for you, a (Y/L/N), confuses him to no end and it makes him even more livid.

Nothing made sense anymore.

“Sirius Black!”

Your loud voice echoed through the halls like never before. Not once has Sirius ever heard you scream in all those years he knew you. It takes him back to reality, out of his thoughts and into the world where he can feel nothing but loathing at your mere presence.

After the initial shock he turns around, a prominent glare is fixed onto his face.

And there you are, getting closer with every second, walking with loud steps but still as gracious as ever.

Before he realises it you’re right in front of him, eyes wide and deep breaths filling the air between you. You’re seething, staring daggers at him. If looks could kill, Sirius would be lying on the ground with a cut open throat right now.

“If you give it back I won’t speak a word about this to anyone, Black.”

He expected you to make a scene, but you surprised him with an almost gentle voice, a whisper so no one else could hear but him. It’s a big contrast to your body language.

Your outstretched hand is patiently waiting for him to lay the letter on your palm.

“No can do, (Y/L/N).”

He turns away from you, trying to walk away as quickly as possible but you don’t let him.

Sirius feels his hair being tugged backwards, his scalp stinging from the pull. You know it’s a low blow, almost childish if this was any other situation but you’re so angry, so furious, so full of hatred right now that it’s the only thing that makes you feel satisfied.

His guard is down as he is too distracted and startled by the move you just pulled, literally, that it’s easy for you to grab for the envelope in his hand.

When he feels the paper slipping between his fingers he grips on tight, refusing to let go. He’s in too deep by now, he’s not giving up on that letter.

Sirius never meant for you to be humiliated, as nasty as he could be sometimes, never once did it cross his mind to harass or demoralize you in front of everyone at school. His hatred was private, he made sure only you knew about his distaste. Yes, others picked up on the grudge between you two after a while but never was anything said in full public view.

Never, absolutely never did he mean for this to get so far.

One of you must have pulled too hard, maybe the stamp was weak from the beginning,...

When the black seal broke away from the envelope there wasn’t enough time to realise what was happening.

Before either of you could react your mother’s loud voice filled the hallways and you were there in the middle of everyone listening.

Sirius stumbled back out of pure shock, eyes wide pleading for something to stop this.

Had he gone too far?

Yes, he did. He realised it as soon as he saw your face.

Your tears dripped and hit the floor right between your feet.

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Damned Desires

@spnkinkbingo square filled: Demon!Dean

Pairing: Unnamed female character x Demon!Dean

Word Count: 1870

Warnings: fingering, oral sex (male receiving), blow job, face fucking, choking, slight praise kink, hair pulling, dirty thoughts, name calling, dirty talk, P in V sex, unprotected sex, some bondage, rough sex, bit of cum play? and a very faint hint of non-con at the very end if you squint. It’s nothing graphic.

Summary: Dean enjoys his newfound freedom.

A/N:Thanks so much to girls @maddiepants @thoughtslikeaminefield for looking this over and helping me improve it! Love you bitches 😘

He’s drinking scotch. Top shelf too, not the watered down shit the usuals order. He keeps watching me like I’m his prey; like any second he’ll pounce and devour every piece of me. To be honest, I hope he does.

What can I say? He’s hot, and I’m horny.

He’s clearly interested - at least that’s what I assume from the dimpled smirk and the way he’s fucking me with his eyes. I haven’t had sex since my asshole ex fucked my (also ex) best friend eight months ago. So to say I’m a little wound up would be an understatement, my senses are high and this guy is giving off serious vibes.

I continue my work, sneaking a look at him every once and awhile. He stopped watching the girls dance since he moved to the single table at the back of the bar. But since I caught him looking, he hasn’t moved an inch, and his eyes continue tracking my every move like a hawk.

He’s sipping his drink like he doesn’t have a care in the world. His strong body is leaning purposefully against the hightop, sandy hair spiked every which way, and then there’s his eyes. His eyes are so intense it’s like he can see into my soul. It chills me to the bone and sends a quiver to my core. Is it possible to be scared and horny at the same time? His smile is sweet and charming. But those damn eyes, there’s a darkness there and the longer I stare I swear I see them turn black.

I try to convince myself that's not possible. It must be a trick of light because I don’t want to think, I don’t want to question, or be afraid. I just want to feel his gorgeous body and hands and mouth on me.

Three hours. It’s been three hours and he’s still just standing there like a freak. Normally, I would have had him kicked out by now. But this guy, he’s just so… intoxicating... and alluring. He’s drawn me in like a fly to a spider's web, and I’m helpless to stop him from devouring me.

It’s last call, and only the mystery man remains as I begin to close down. When I tell him “you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here”, he grins like the Cheshire Cat.

“You’re going to have to come back tomorrow to watch the girls,” I say.

“Sweetheart, the only girl I’m watching is you,” he says as he pushes away from the table and starts toward me.

“I’m sorry?” I sputter, trying to feign offense and not mount him this very second. What the hell is wrong with me?

“Don’t play shy, darlin’,” he says. “I know you saw me watchin’ you.” As he moves closer, excitement starts to bubble within me, mixed with just a bit of apprehension. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite… unless o’course you want me to.” Then he winks.

“Oh, fuck me,” I whisper, clenching my thighs together on reflex.

He’s right in front of me now and I hold my breath. He leans in, nothing but his hot breath in my ear when he says, “that’s the plan.”

All my inhibitions flounder and my knees go weak. I brace myself against the table to keep from falling and he chuckles. Fucking chuckles! And before I know it, his mouth is on mine.

Immediately, his hand is in my hair pulling me to him with his tongue in my mouth, licking and exploring every inch. He bites my bottom lip as his hand travels up my thigh and under my skirt. When he cups my covered sex, I lift my leg and place it on the bench seat to give him more access, and he hums in approval.

“Someone’s a good girl,” he whispers

He moves my panties to the side as he slips a finger inside, and I can’t help but moan. Then he’s whispering in my ear again,

“You always like this, Princess? Lettin’ random strangers fuck you after work?”

I manage a shake of my head as a second finger joins the first and I clench around him. I don’t know what it is about him that has me throwing myself at him. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I just can’t help myself. It’s like he’s opened Pandora’s box and I’ve been hit with lust.

“Look at this needy, little cunt swallowing my fingers,” he sneers. “Can't wait to watch it take my cock.”

I brace my hands on his shoulders as I feel my climax approaching. I’m so close, the coil in my belly is about to snap. Just when I’m about to come, he yanks his fingers away, and I whine in protest.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart,” he says. “You’re not coming yet.”

He drags my skirt and thong down my legs and hoists me up. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around his neck and lock my ankles behind his back. Of course there’s this nagging thought in the back of my head, and a twist in my stomach. You know - the one that tells you to run. Yet here I am about to let this stranger fuck me into oblivion.

He’s still ravaging me with hot, needy kisses, only leaving my mouth when he sucks at the pulse point on my neck as he carries me over to the pool table and plops my ass onto the scratchy green felt.

My shirt and bra quickly join the parade of scattered garments around the bar and it’s entirely unfair that he’s still fully clothed.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I tell him. “Get this fucking shirt off.”

He snickers at my demand and pulls his shirt over his head. “As you wish.”

Fuck, I thought he was gorgeous before, but he’s a fucking Adonis.

He’s all chiseled muscle beneath glistening, golden skin. He’s perfectly sculpted, right down to where his jeans hang low on the V of his hips, hiding his cock and that perfect peach of an ass. It’s hypnotic. I can’t help myself, I have to taste him.

I hop off the pool table and drop to my knees in front of him, kissing and licking at his navel as I undo his belt and jeans. He runs his fingers through my hair while I pull his hardened length free, and he growls deep in his chest when I lick the tip.

I alternate between giving him a few slow pumps and licking the length of his cock. Then he gives a harsh yank to my hair and barks, “stop teasing.”

I hiss and quickly take him into my mouth, relishing the feel of it. He’s thick and long and I briefly wonder if I’ll be able to take him all, in either place.

I continue to take more of him into my mouth, relaxing my jaw and willing my gag reflex to stay at bay, when he speaks.

“C’mon, you dirty whore. Take my fat cock.” I descend a bit more and start to choke, but he pulls my face towards him forcing the rest of his cock down my throat.

“All the way, that’s a good girl,” he hums.

Fucking Hell, I love his filthy mouth and the way he’s using me. It makes me even wetter.

“You like that? Huh?” he asks as he continues fucking into my mouth. “Holy shit, you’re making a fucking mess, look at you! Choking on my cock and dripping down your thighs… Fucking beautiful.”

Then he yanks me back and nearly throws me up onto the pool table. I barely have time to catch my breath before he grabs behind my knees, pulls me to the edge, and slams his cock home into my aching cunt.

I scream in surprise at the sudden intrusion. I’m plenty wet, but he’s thick and it causes my walls to stretch with a glorious burn and sting. The scream quickly turns into moans as he fucks me then finds my clit and starts a pattern of rough circles on the sensitive bud.

Leaning forward he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, licks all around it with his warm tongue, and then pulls the stiff peak between his teeth. I arch my back searching for more as I near my climax. I claw at his shoulders, my nails leaving red tracks in their wake as I beg him for more.

“Harder!”

“Yeah, sweetheart? You like it rough?” he asks and I grunt out a ‘yes.’ He picks up the pace and the damn breaks. I come hard and screaming,

“Ohh, myyy G-gggooooood,”

He chuckles his response, “Not even close darlin’.’”

Suddenly he flips me over on to my stomach and yanks both my arms behind me. I can feel him wrapping his leather belt around my wrists and the thrill of it sends a new wave of pleasure to my aching pussy.

He slams back into me in one fluid motion, using my bound wrists like an anchor to thrust into me even harder.

His cock is impossibly deep, reaching spots in my pussy I didn’t know existed. I swear it feels like he will puncture my cervix. As he continues to pound into me with brutal force my bare nipples burn and chafe roughly against the green material, the table rocks, while the billiard balls clank and roll. I know I’ll be sore tomorrow and I fucking love it. This is exactly what I wanted - no, this is what I needed.

His thrusts begin to waver and I know he’s about to come. After a few more powerful thrusts he pulls out and I can feel him come all over my ass and back. The sticky hot spurts cooling against my sweat dampened skin.

When he’s finished and I’ve caught my breath, I stand up and wait for him to untie the belt from my wrists. When he doesn’t I turn to look at him, raising my eyebrow in question.

He grins, but it’s not the same sexy charming grin from before, this one is sinister and makes my stomach drop. Suddenly, all of my previous doubts resurface and I don’t feel so sure of this stranger I just willingly fucked.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, his voice sickeningly saccharine. His fingers wrap around my throat, pushing me back onto the pool table,

“We’re just getting started.” And then his eyes flash black.

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Alien Affections - Villainous/Reader - Chapter 15

Flug finished setting the last filled vial into the vial display on table with the rest of the 13 other filled products. Just as he predicted. He only had enough blood for 14 vials. He looked towards the other empty vials that sat upon the table across from the chemistry table. There had to be about 30 empty vials on that table. Each one empty of contents and a desire to be filled with...Flug shook his head. He best let Black Hat know he was finished. Before he grows impatient. A sudden rumble from behind him caught his attention, then there was a familiar distinct popping sound.

He's here. "FLUG! Are the bloody poisons ready?!" Black Hat roared as he appeared in a puff of black smoke a short distance behind the doctor. Causing Flug to violently jump and stutter out answers faster than his mind could recall what he was saying. "Y-yes, Sir! The vials are all prepared and r-ready!" Flug squeaked as he moved out of the way of his predatory boss, who strode past him and took in the view of the vials on the vial display. Black Hat gave a large and menacing grin as he observed the finished product. Picking one vial up and examining it. Causing the contents to slosh from within the vial, as he turned and looked at it with his one visible eye. With careful examining qualities and skill. Black Hat finished as he grinned and placed the vial he was examining back onto the display. "Excellent." Black Hat purred, picking up the tray. "Where is the 'Effectiveness of the Poison' pamphlet I demanded you write out before I left? Fetch it for me!" Black Hat ordered the on-edge scientist, who went over to his workbench and retrieved the paper. Handing it over to Black Hat as he held the display in one hand. "Makes heroes weak to their own elemental prowess...no resistance to poisons...loses ability to fly...humans aren't effected...smells enticing...works if injected or consumed." Black Hat muttered, studying the list with a careful gaze. "I will be off to have cambot take pictures of these. They're going on sale immediately!" Black Hat folded the paper in his one hand and placed it within his overcoat pocket. Then, he began to make his way to the exit of the lab. "Oh. By the way, Flug." Black Hat looked over his shoulder towards the skittish doctor. "I'll be expecting more of this product within the next week. Make sure you have some by then." Black Hat warned before he left the lab. Leaving Flug to his own devices. To which the doctor looked at the empty vials on the other table and felt sick all over again. He quickly looked away from his future shame and instead checked the clock that was present in the lab. It read 8:57 PM. He had unexpectedly worked away the afternoon and it was closing in on the evening. Not only that, but he can't remember if he ate anything. Flug blinked slowly and paused when he felt his stomach growl. He sighed. He might as well get something to eat. 5.0.5 might have prepared a meal, seeing it's so close to dinner--Oh. Wait. He was taking care of Dementia... Right. Dementia. Flug suddenly began to feel claustrophobic in his own laboratory. As he knew it was because of the vials and he rapidly made his exit out of the laboratory. He needs time to think, he'll think over while he gets some nourishment. -- Flug had made his way to the kitchen for a bite to eat. He'll be damned if he has to eat another sandwich. When he checked the fridge, he was slightly disappointed. But, it seems that there was some spaghetti leftover in the fridge. It seems someone had made lunch and left some for him. Well. He thinks that, anyway. He took out the dish and warmed it up in the microwave. Then, dressed it up to his liking and made his way over to the kitchen table. He began to eat, not taking off his bag, and slurped up the noodles from the plate. Yet. Even if he was eating, he couldn't get rid of the nagging guilt he felt that overcame him in the lab. 'I couldn't prevent Black Hat from taking the vials...' He thought. 'Is it because I'm cowardly? Or that it's something out of my control? I could of batched it on purpose but...' 'Is it the fear of being beaten by Black Hat? The wrath of my boss? Am I unable to stop...anything?' 'I could of done something. But...I guess I just need to perform crowd control and make sure to lessen the damage that we'll possibly face.' Flug silently ate, lost in his thoughts. '(Name) doesn't deserve this. To become a living bio-weapon. They were pulled here by mistake. MY Mistake.' 'They have such a positive outlook on the world. I can't see why. Nor can I see how. But...maybe it's where they came from. Their world.' Flug looked somber as he was nearly done eating. 'That's right. (Name) isn't even from here. Yet, they come from a world that has it's own problems, yet they always look toward the positive sides of things.' 'They smile, pull pranks, and don't fault others for things they couldn't prevent.' 'Even if they get mauled by their own boss, they still come around him. Despite of what he did. I don't know if they forgave him, but...they sure do let even the most serious of cases slide by them.' 'Relaxed, mild tempered, self controlling, intelligent. That's what they are...and they don't deserve this.' Flug stood up suddenly. Skidding his chair back a few inches more than needed. He then picked up his empty plate and sat it in the sink. 'They deserve to know.' Flug finished his mental monologue. He then left the kitchen in search of you. Determination running through his veins. However, it was a few minutes later after searching the manor and he couldn't find you. It was starting to become worrisome to Flug. He checked your room, you weren't in there. He check most of the bathrooms, you weren't in them. The kitchen was already empty and so was the lab. Meaning those two places were a bust. They wouldn't be in the office, as Black Hat is probably recording the ad for the vials and hates to be disturbed during such events. He even went to Dementia's room.

Which was occupied by a, still ill, Dementia and a caretaker 5.0.5. When he asked if the bear had seen you, 5.0.5 had to think for a moment before the bear nodded and pointed into the direction of the stairs that went towards the roof. Flug thanked 5.0.5 and headed into the same direction that the bear pointed where you went. Approaching the stairs and going up the flight, he began to feel slightly nostalgic. This was where he met you on the night he did his meteorite experiment. Nearly two full weeks ago. He shook his head as he came to the hatch that lead to the roof. He took in a deep breath and opened it.

He was prepared to see you sitting on the roof and doing nothing or just looking over the roofs' edge to see the city from a higher point of view.

Flug was surprised at what he saw.

Seeing you laying on the roof with a few pillows and a blanket was not what he was expecting to see. -- You suddenly heard the hatch to the roof open and when you looked over, you were surprised to see Flug staring back at you. He was also equally surprised to see you laying there on the roof in your make-shift nest. "(Name)? What are you doing laying up here on the roof?" Flug asked, leaving the hatch and closing it back when he got out onto the roof. You just shrugged. "I've been feeling homesick a lot lately. So...I thought I would go to the only place in the house that was closest to my home." You explained, pointing to the sky. Flug looked up and was pleasantly surprised by the clear skies that had taken up residence over the city. Above you both was a purple sky that was slowly turning a dark blue, steadily revealing the twinkling diamonds that were the stars. Like a giant twilight covering was steadily being pulled back to reveal the night sky. There was also a warm breeze tonight, as the city itself seem to quiet itself down for the nightlife to take over. You were staring up into the ethereal sky as the stars became more prominent. Like little shinning beacons that pointed the way back home. Your homesickness was still present, yet, the stars and the sky brought yourself some comfort and closure. If you closed your eyes and imagined yourself home, it wouldn't feel any different from being on your parents roof back home.

The silence was broken by Flug as he cleared his throat. "So...you're stargazing, then?" Flug asked. Looking up at the sky as well. You hummed in acknowledgement. "Yep." You looked over to him from the spot that you were laying on. He was still staring at the sky as you hummed to get his attention. "Care to take up that stargazing offer I gave you a few days ago?" You patted the vacant spot next to you in your make-shift nest. Flug thought it over for a few seconds, before shrugging himself. You scooted over to make room and watched Flug sit down on the roof and laid down next to you on the blanket. You both basked in silence, that was only slightly disturbed by a few distant barking dogs and a couple of cars that would drive through the roundabout every now and then. You sighed in contentment. "This is nice..." You said. "Being up here in the calm and quiet. Looking at the stars as they become more visible." You looked over to Flug who had a finger on his unseen chin. You looked at him in curiosity, noticing him studying the stars with a careful set of eyes. You shifted slightly. "What're you thinking about, Flug?" You asked, looking back at the starry firmament. Flug hummed. "I'm trying to figure out where the constellations are." Flug replied. Occasionally pointing his gloved yellow finger to the sky and made a motion with his hands, as if he was connecting unseen dots. You looked over to him in slight interest. "You studied astrology?" Flug looked back at you. "Well, sorta. It was a hobby of mine when I was a mere child. I tended to look up stars and planets in my schools' library most of the time." He said, looking back at the stars. You stared in interest. "I was a shy kid and books were my way of showing my interest. I went to the library so much that I got to know the librarian at the time. She was a very nice lady. Even letting me inside when the library was supposed to be closed." Flug looked off into the sky and turned back to you.

"Do YOU study astrology?" Flug raised a brow. You grinned.

"I guess it was a hobby of mine, as well. As I would always look up starmaps and zodiac affiliated items. Sometimes, I would go out at night and sneak onto my parents roof. Just to get a closer look at them. They always interested me as a kid. If you couldn't tell from my articles of clothing, I love aliens and space. I would always look up history of the moon landing and I would read Sci-Fi novels that had to do with space. I still read about theories of Aliens, UFOs, Technology, and the like. Even to this day." You explained, watching the welkin dim from a violet to a royal blue and the blue void dot with more stars. Flug hummed in interest, turning his head back to the sky. Which filled in a few moments of peaceful silence.

"Funny enough. I even thought and dreamed about being abducted." You said, suddenly. "I would always hear stories on people getting abducted and being returned home months later...I always wanted it to happen to me. And look at where I am now! Beamed to another planet in the dead of night and met some weird people!" You laughed.

Flug just shook his head, crinkling his bag as he did so.

More silence followed, only temporarily disturbed as a car drove though the roundabout down below.

"Do you. . .want to know what we call our constellations here?" Flug asked, to which you looked over at him in severe interest. "Would I? Yes! I would love to know more about this planet and what it calls it's own stars!" You smiled brightly at him. Flug gave a light chuckle. "Okay then." He then pointed to the vast blanket of stars that had revealed themselves.

"Look there. Do you see those stars over in that section? The bigger bright one and the three smaller ones?" You searched for a few seconds before nodding. "That's Automus. The living heat reactor from ages ago. It was said that the being provided warmth to villages when the harsh winter months came though for our ancestors, allowing our primitive ancestors to spread out farther with little consequences in winter. When he passed away, they named that sector of stars after him." Flug explained.

"Oh, cool! Uh-I mean, hot!" You laughed, to which Flug rolled his eyes. "Then, there's that constellation over there!" He exclaimed, as he pointed to three larger stars in a cradle arc with a smaller one in the center of the arc. "That's Nataria. It's named after the being that assisted our ancestors during the great famine by using their powers to grow food and crops. They named that sector of stars after the being as it resembles a cradle. Symbolizing that the being cradled the humans during harsh times." Flug pointed out. You grinned as you both watched the sky and the stars that twinkled above you. "Then, there's that constellation!" Flug exclaimed, pointing to two larger stars whose appearance made it look like the stars were circling each other. "That's Taozei. It's named after the legendary being that ended a 150 year war between two ancient empires. Creating an era of peace that lasted for 200 years. It's one of the most well known constellations we have in our skies." Flug explained.

"Ah! I get it! Tao means 'Path' and Zei means 'Understand'." Flug nodded at your assumption and continued with his explanation.

Flug pointed out more constellations, telling them their names and stories as he did so. It felt like hours when he would talk about the stars and visible constellations. Down to the stars name and identity in the field of science. He would talk about comets and their own exploration to their own moon.

You listened intently to every word he said. Absorbing the information like a sponge.

"Wow...your planet even has different constellations than mine. My planets constellations are named after Zodiacs. Each resemble a different creature or being that is mentioned in myths or folklore from my own planets' ancient years." You said in awe.

Flug looked over to you. "Well, most of our constellations are named after great heroes of the past. Believe it or not, back then, being a hero usually meant that you were a god to our more primitive ancestors. If you had powers, you were considered a demi-god and you were appointed to the highest status in your village, town, or city." Flug stated. "Really?" You looked toward Flug as he nodded. "Yeah. But, that was during a time before villains became a thing. The first villain ever recorded was a being called 'Vilegran Malus'. He preformed wicked deeds and used his powers to overthrow kings and spread his empires' borders. He brought war, famine, and death to those who resisted and opposed him." You frowned at that statement. "He scarred the reputation of heroes and people with powers in general. Soon, normal people feared individuals that had powers, and instead of placing them on tiers of power, they were shunned from their own people." Flug somberly explained. "Oh." You looked toward the sky once more.

"Nice to know that not only my own people can be bigots." You muttered. Flug hummed in acknowledgement. "Then, the first hero ever recorded was called 'Suphoran Heroik' and he turned the tables on Vilegran by protecting his village, even if they shunned him." Flug explained. "This began to form one of the oldest guilds in the world to date. The "Heroic Acts Guild"...or 'HAG' for short." You suddenly bust out laughing at that statement. "Th-They called it HAG?!" You laughed, while Flug shook his head. "Yes, yes. They called it 'Hag'. But, the villains had it worse, as theirs got closed down for multiple reasons." Flug explained. "Theirs was called 'Villains Alliance Guild '." Flug looked over to you and saw your cheeks all puffy from contained laughter. All you could let out was a distinct 'Pffffftt'. Flug rolled his eyes from within his goggles. "I'm not saying the acronym." He huffed. You just laughed loudly and started to roll around slightly on the blanket. Letting out all of the pent up giggles and cracks. Ha! Cracks! It took a few minutes for you to finally calm down. Much to Flugs' pleasure. Then, you positioned yourself back to how you once were. You both laid there on the blanket and pillows in silence. The stars above you both were now in full view, as the sun had long since retreated to the other side of the planet, coating your side in darkness. The waxing crescent moon in the sky was a light silver, giving a more special feel to the sky. It was a perfect night to be stargazing, in your opinion. Looking over to Flug, he seemed to be studying the sky. Probably for more constellations. You just happily looked up into the royal blue sky and stared off into one particular distant star. You knew that your planet was a lot farther than that star, yet, it brought you comfort to envision that star as your home. That you weren't stranded on a planet a few hundred thousand light years away from everything you've ever known. You just took a nice deep and calming breath.

Still. It was nice to stargaze up here with Flug. Your closest friend. To which, said friend, suddenly spoke up. "(Name)? I...have something to tell you." Flug whispered, as he looked over to your relaxed form. You looked back in slight curiosity. "Yeah? What is it?" "Well, there's...gonna be...a..." Flug stuttered as he observed your form. Both of you were barely lit up by the streetlights that were on the street, the roof was dark and Flug's equipment from 2 weeks ago has long since been cleaned up. Yet, he felt like stuttering out his explanation. Your gaze was staring into his and he had urges to curl in on himself.

What if it didn't go right!? What if you didn't want to see him again?! What if you hate him after this moment??! "There's gonna be what, Flug?" You asked, tilting your head at him slightly. Flug quivered and blurted out an explanation for his behavior. "There's gonna be a meter shower soon! Do you want to go see it?!" He quickly spoke, only realizing what he did. He didn't tell the truth...he chickened out again. Flug felt like hitting himself and clawing at his face. Why can't he just say it as it is?! BLACK HAT'S USING YOUR BLOOD FOR EVIL. How hard is that?! Your joyous laughter snapped him out of his stupor. "Are you asking me on a date, Flug?" You laughed and bumped his shoulder with your fist. Flug took a second to process his previous words before stuttering out an excuse. "N-No! I t-thought we c-could go out as f-friends!!!" He squealed, to which you just laughed harder. "I know what you meant, Flug. Don't sweat your bag off." You smiled and winked. To which Flug grew flustered at. "It's getting late anyway. I have to go get cleaned up." To which you sat up on the blanket.

"So, when's the meteor shower?" You asked as you stood up and stretched. Flug blinked. "It's...in about a week and a half? It'll occur during the full moon." Flug mumbled, currently stunned at the sudden turn of events. "Ah! Then we'll have enough time to prepare!" You began to walk to the hatch for the roof and turn to Flug. "See you on our 'date' then, Flug!" You mockingly blew a kiss and laughed when Flug started to sputter nonsense. You then left the roof. Leaving Flug all by himself. He placed gloved hands on his goggles and fell back onto the pillows and blanket. He came up here to warn you about Black Hats' intentions and he got a 'date' instead. Wasn't this just his night? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Next> <Previous ~First~

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 7 years

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"crazy detention stories"...go

They’re really not that crazy I don’t think but fine- but as I had detention at least once a week for 3 years you’re only getting the highlights here:

So again, I only ever got detentions because I was late to school basically every day. Every single day, the office wrote me a late slip with my name spelled horrendously wrong. Different spelling every day. The most famous butchering was writing my name as “Millie Hoagie”. On my very last day of high school, I was predictably late, and they spelled my name perfectly correctly.

So listen my ‘reputation’ in school was basically “quiet good girl who’s never done anything wrong, ever, in her life” and “teacher’s pet” and the like. And despite the fact I was there every time all the ‘Bad Kids™’ who were also always in detention were always incredibly surprised to see me??? Like they never got over it. Every time I walked into the damn room at least half the class would be like “MOLLY YOU DON’T BELONG HERE YOU’RE INNOCENT!!” 😂

Also despite the fact I was basically invisible in the school as a whole all the trouble makers knew me by name because, and I quote a kid from my 10th grade Spanish class who was trying to hook up with me at the time here, “Guys like me are afraid of you, Girl, we’re just plain out scared that we gonna corrupt you!” and I still don’t know what he actually meant by that???

Bu anyway, this apparent rep usually gave me an upper hand with the teachers monitoring the detentions. Because, you know, some were fine, some were bitchy, some were insane. But all of them were pissed about the fact they had to be there instead of heading home.

The rules of detention were literally just ‘stare at the wall and don’t talk’, depending on which teacher they might let the students do homework. But since I was apparently a great person and always had the class’ incredulous response to me being in the room, they usually let me get away with sleeping or reading a book lol.

Of course…no one said any of the other kids were inclined to following the rules lmao. These were like, all the class clowns™ shoved into one room. Things always got real funny real fast.

It would always start off with the coughing game. If you’ve ever stepped into a school you should know what that is.

It would then escalate to everyone in the room playing catch whenever the teacher looked away for a brief moment

Detention was always in the health classroom so someone always tried to steal a limb off the skeleton without being to obvious

Some teachers would let people talk ‘quietly’ so jokes were fucking abound

One time I was minding my own damn business and a kid slides me a note saying ‘in like five minutes ask to go to the bathroom but head downstairs to the English wing’ before he snuck out without the teacher noticing. I get down there and he’s at one end of the hallway and another boy is at the other end. Upon seeing me, these boys run full speed down the hall at each other, leap up in the air when they get to the direct center, high five with full force, both scream in pain, and then hit the floor, clutching their hands. I was cracking the fuck up and trying to convince them to go to the nurse but they wouldn’t listen. I asked the guy why the hell they did that. He told me ‘because we wanted a witness and no one will ever believe you’ 😂😂

One time my sorta-neighbor Mike comes in and the teacher asked why he had detention and apparently, the principal had asked him where to find his friend Jose, and Mike responded “he’s out picking cotton” and the principal flipped out at what he perceived to be a racist joke and gave him a month detention. But the thing was, Jose was in an agriculture class and he was literally outside picking cotton that they had planted there earlier. Jose found it fucking hilarious and refused to tell the principal to get his friend out of trouble.

As I haven’t been inside a school building for quite some time now I don’t know if turtling is still a thing but it was…quite an epidemic for my senior class.

It’s when you turn someone’s backpack inside out right? But it was a full blown war with these kids. Trust no one. Never leave the room. Never look away. Holy shit. One of the best moments of this occurred in detention, when a boy reached to get a book out of his backpack to find it was gone. After 15 minutes of searching the room, he found it, turtled, hidden in a filing cabinet in the front of the room. Everyone, including the teacher, was loosing their shit, because how did someone pull that off so quietly and invisibly without someone noticing??? No one fessed up. The class was in fear of the turtle ninja for the rest of the month, but they never struck again. No one ever discovered who it was.

Guys: It was me.

One time it was raining and the teacher was in a bad mood so he insisted all the windows stay open. He left for a bathroom break or something and this one poor kid, who was now completely soaked as he was stuck with a window seat, just said “fucking bye” and just…climbed out the damn window. Left his backpack and everything. Didn’t see him again for at least a month.

There was one guy who always sold ice cream out of his bag when the teachers weren’t looking. Where he was getting it from and how it stayed frozen is beyond me.

Oh my God sometimes all the indie singer kids would just come and sit on the floor outside the classroom and talk loudly to annoy us??? The hell were they trying to accomplish??? Your singing ain’t special and you won’t be famous, please let us die in peace.

One kid had detention because when we were running laps in gym class he jumped up to hit the arch of the ceiling and accidentally set off the fire alarm. The teacher that day insisted on continuously referring to him as ‘the delinquent’, as if no one else in the room had broken the rules or something

One time one of the gym teachers was in charge of it and long story short he started doing the jersey turnpike. True horror.

One time the teacher got a call and she had to go down to the office and the second she was gone this one kid’s friend runs in with a huge tray going “Y’ALL I STOLE THE LASAGNE CUPCAKES FROM THE FOOD AND NUTRITION CLASSROOM” and we dined like kings.

Everyone would sometimes just break out in song for no God damn reason

One time one of the guys in charge of the detention was A) Not someone anyone recognized as a teacher and B) Potentially Stanley Tucci. Like…I was about 80% certain that this guy was Stanley Tucci.

He refused to confirm or deny or even give a name

One time I was really absorbed in my book when all the sudden a letter flew onto my desk, an anonymous sender that just said “You have a soft, sexy voice.” Neither of which is true, I’m pretty sure, and I could not for the life of me figure out who sent it omfg

One time a teacher was freaking out because he went to a psychic over the weekend and was told there was a lot of activity around him so I looked him straight in the eyes and told him I’m a medium and I can see that the devil had marked his soul and he threw me out of the room and refused to take that class for detention ever again😂

It was a hot summers day. The ceiling fans were on their highest setting. A boy nudges me, with a small carton of ice cream in his hands under his desk. “What do you think would happen if I scooped out a huge chunk of this and threw it at the fan?” he whispered. “Jamil, no.” I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Soon, the room was filled with confused screams.

Apparently all the other regulars™ had bought me candy grams around Christmas time so they were confused when I showed up to detention with no candy and apparently the student council member sent them all to the other Molly in the grade because she was the popular one and this lead to about 12 boys grumbling for two and a half hours like “The one damn time I attempt to be a gentleman” and “I know where she lives” and “Gonna gingerbread her fucking locker” I could not stop laughing

Oh God okay one time the teacher we had was literally. Off the charts.

Like there’s the chill teachers, and then the bitchy teachers. And then this lady. She literally reminded me of Stubel

So I didn’t even know who she was but I walk in and do my shy smile/quiet ‘hello’ thing and take out my book so she immediately zeros in on me as ‘the good kid’ as usual

But she literally seemed to think every other person in this class was a hardened criminal holy shit. She was all over the place barking orders and yelling. And of course, you’ve got a room full of class clowns, like they feed off teachers like this. So the madder she got the more ridiculous they got. I was literally almost in tears trying to force myself not to laugh because I didn’t want to risk her turning on me omfg

So she yelled and flailed about the room and they kept going with jokes and paper wasps and lying about their names and just doing literally every thing they could possibly do so this woman wouldn’t have the chance to rest

This escalated with every minute and came to a resounding end when the teacher decided the Australian Kid™ was chewing gum and picked up the trashcan and shoved his face in it, screaming at him to spit it out as he yelled back “YOU’RE ONLY DOING THIS BECAUSE IM AN IMMIGRANT”

he was in charge of all the bullshit that day and it was hysterical but he wasn’t the one chewing gum loudly that was me

The vp came in to see what all the yelling was about to find a teacher shoving a boy’s head in the trash, one boy shirtless as another drew tattoos on him, the phone off the line with it’s cord wrapped around a kid’s neck, two boys dueling with skeleton arms, one kid with her leg out the window, a kid tying a skeleton foot to the ceiling fan, rubber bands and paper wasps flying from every angle, three people turtling backpacks, someone brandishing an epi-pen, sexual hangman being played on the chalkboard, someone eating ice cream and fanning himself with money, and me, crying into my book with my hand literally bleeding from all my efforts to not laugh at what I was witnessing

We never saw her in detention again😂

My one younger friend got a detention for being late and was really shaken up about it and I tried to tell her she’d be fine but then she got caught sliding me chocolate animal crackers during it, and subsequently got another detention because of this; somehow I was not viewed as an equally guilty party and didn’t get in trouble

This one guy came in complaining “You guys all told me to get a twitter and I get thrown in twitter jail my first day!” “That’s like a thousand tweets in one day, how the fuck did you mange that?” “Bitch I had a lot to say about McDonalds!”

One teacher came in and was like “I don’t feel like helping with homework but does anyone wanna learn how to hack a computer?”

Someone got caught pouring water out the window but when the teacher looked to see why she saw the youngest of the goats™ standing under the window with it’s mouth open waiting for more

One time the teacher wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom and after I asked for like the 5th time he said “It can’t be that important!” so I just pulled a pad out of my backpack and silently sat it on my desk while glaring at him and this 40 year old man looked like he was about to pass out and he finally let me go

I remember our final detention of senior year we were told that if we skip it we can’t graduate so everyone went into that room with a ridiculously nostalgic attitude and one guy finally stole the skull off the skeleton and we fucking tossed it around the entire time while singing and blatantly ignoring the teacher’s complaining lmao

I know there’s more but it’s 7am and this is long so all in all like…I do not miss high school but some memories are bearable lmao

#true story #lol #high school #detention #again I'm sorry I don't think these are actually that 'crazy' or anything but hey it was a request #asks #molly mumbles

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SERVERTALE Chapter 14: Fight through the Core, for the Core

Alphys calls Frisk Alphys: S-see that building in the distance? That’s the Core. The source of everything in the Computerworld. It wouldn’t exist without it. While it is giant for us, in the real world, it represents the motherboard of the Computer. That’s where we’re going now. And from there... You can go home. Alphys hangs up. Frisk continues to follow the path until she reaches an elevator. Above the entrance of it, there’s a sign that says R1. Frisk enters the elevator and goes to right floor two. Frisk: How much of the Computerworld have we passed by now? Chara: We’re halfway through... I think. I don’t remember everything perfectly, but I do remember that there will be more guards in one of the next areas, so we’ll need to be careful. Frisk: Well, Sans had a station at Snowdin and Datafall, maybe we’ll meet him soon and he’ll be able to help us out. The elevator reaches its destination and Frisk walks out. the first thing she sees is Sans with his station, which somehow still has snow on it. Chara: Looks like sooner than you think. Frisk runs up to Sans. Frisk: Hi Sans! Sans: hey buddy. what’s up? you’ve already met alphys, i see. Frisk: How do you know that? Sans points to Frisk’s boots. Frisk: Oh, yeah. So, you and Alphys know each other? Sans: yup. we shared a few science projects before i decided that being a sentry is less of a demanding job. Frisk: Since you’re working with the guards, do you maybe know if the rest of the monsters know about me? Sans: well, the news was spreading really slow, at least until your fight with mettaton. after his show aired on tv, everyone found out. i suggest avoiding guards if possible. Frisk: But, you’re a sentry! Can’t you just escort me to king Asgore, or use your powers to teleport us or whatever it is what you always do? Sans: nope, my job here is to only capture you. i would have to inform the royal guards and give you to them so that they could escort you to asgore. Frisk: oh, okay then. Sans: don’t worry kid, i’ll still protect you if it’s necessary. Frisk: Thanks Sans. Sans: no problem. just be careful. Frisk starts walking to the next room. Frisk: I will. ALPHYS posted a picture. Dinner with the girlfriend ;) The picture shows a catgirl figurine next to a bowl of instant noodles. CoolSkeleton95 posted a picture. ARE WE POSTING HOT “PICS???” HERE IS ME AND MY COOL FRIEND Chara: Oh my god, what the hell is that? Frisk: I have no idea. ALPHYS updated status. LOL, CoolSkeleton95! ... that’s a joke, right? CoolSkeleton95 updated status. THE ONLY JOKE HERE, IS HOW STRONG MY MUSCLES ARE. Frisk gets a friend invite from napstablook, but before she has the chance to accept, he already canceled the invite. Frisk: Guess he’s shy. In the next room, Frisk finds another treadmill with three switches. Alphys calls her. Alphys: H... hi...! It’s Dr. Alphys. This p-puzzle is kinda... um... timing based. Y-you see those switches over there? Y-you’ll have to press all three of them within 3 seconds. I’ll t-try to help you with the rhythm! Alphys hangs up. Frisk gets on the treadmill and presses the two switches along the way. She gets ready to press the third switch, but her phone starts ringing and distracts her, making her miss the last switch. Chara: Great, now we missed it. When she reaches the end, Frisk answers the call. Alphys: OK! Now press the third one!!! Alphys notices that Frisk has already crossed the treadmill and the laser disappears anyway. Alphys: H-h-hey! Looks like you!!! Only needed to press! Two of them!!! Chara: Is it to late to go back for Sans? Frisk ignores Chara’s comment and continues forward. Alphys updates her status and says that she won’t be helping Frisk with puzzles anymore, before calling her to say that she won’t be able to help for some time. Luckily, Frisk doesn’t need help, since she is in a room full of steam vents. Frisk: How about we skip this one? Chara: What do you mean, skip? Frisk activates her rocket boots and flies over the whole puzzle to the other side. Chara: Well played Frisk. Frisk: I know. They reach another save point. Frisk uses the save point and keeps getting forward. She keeps getting status updates from Alphys, but ignores them, since Alphys is debating about some type of anime. Frisk stops when she hears someone calling her. “Hey! You! Stop!” The voice of the monster is slightly deep and his walking is loud, sounds like he is wearing armor. Frisk hears another set of footsteps and realizes that they are probably royal guards. When she turns around, her theory is confirmed as she sees two strong, tall, armored monsters. “We’ve, like, received an anonymous tip about a human wearing a striped suit.” Chara: Are they serious? “They told us they were wondering around Hotland right now... I know, sounds scary, huh? Well, just stay chill. We’ll bring you someplace safe, OK?” The guards start walking the other way and expect Frisk to follow them. Chara: Lets just leave. One of them starts whispering something and they both stop. “... Huh? What is it, bro? The suit they’re wearing? ... like, what about it? Bro... Are you thinkin... What i’m thinknin? Bummer. This is, like... Mega embarrassing. We, like, actually totally have to kill you and stuff. They equip their swords. Royal guard attacks! Frisk whispers to the first guard and tells him to be honest with his feelings. Chara: What are you doing? RG 01: Like... what? I don’t get it. The second royal guard suggests a team attack. They both swing their blades at Frisk. She blocks the first blade and quickly moves out of the way of the second. 01 us polishing his face. Frisk swipes away the cooling dirt on RG 02′s armor. His armor is starting to get warmer. RG 01 tries to hit Frisk, but she dodges the attack. RG 02: ... can’t... take it. ...armor... too... HOT!!! RG 02 rips off his chest armor, revealing his muscles. RG 01 starts shivering. This time, both of them attack. Luckily, Frisk’s suit is good at isolating heat, so she isn’t having any problems with dodging their attacks. RG 01: D-dude... I can’t. I can’t take this anymore! Not like this!! Like, 02! I like... I like, LIKE you, bro! The way you fight... The way you talk... I love doing team attacks with you. I love standing here with you, bouncing and waving our weapons in sync... 02... I, like, want to stay like this forever... RG 02 doesn’t respond. RG 01: Uhhh... I mean, uh... Psyche! Gotcha, bro!!! Haha!!! RG 02: ... 01. RG 01: Y-yeah, bro?? RG 02: ... do you want to... get some ice cream... after this? RG 01: Sure, dude! Haha! 01 And 02 look at each other happily and they walk away, completely forgetting about Frisk. Chara: Did you really have to make him take off his armor? That was kinda rude. Frisk: Well, it solved the problem, didn’t it? Chara: I guess your right. Frisk keeps following the path, before she enters another dark room. Frisk: Another cooking show? Frisk hears Mettaton from above MTT: This time, it will be something different. Same plan as last time! Alphys call Frisk again. Alphys: Okay, I’m back! A-another dark room, huh? Don’t worry! M-my hacking skills have got things covered! The lights turn on, revealing Mettaton in some type of set up room. Frisk can’t tell what the room is supposed to represent, since the walls aren’t colored from the other side and Mettaton isn’t visible from her position. Alphys: Are you serious? MTT: OHHHHHH YESSS!!! GOOD EVENING, BEAUTIES AND GENTLEBEAUTIES! THIS IS METTATON, REPORTING LIVE FROM MTT NEWS! Chara: So that’s what this is. MTT: AN INTERESTING SITUATION HAS ARISEN IN EASTERN HOTLAND! FORTUNATELY, OUR CORRESPONDENT IS OUT THERE, REPORTING LIVE! BRAVE CORRESPONDENT! PLEASE FIND SOMETHING NEWSWORTHY TO REPORT! OUR TEN WONDERFUL VIEWERS ARE WAITING FOR YOU!! Frisk plays along and looks for something interesting. She quickly notices the annoying dog and squeals with excitement. Frisk: It’s the puppy! Frisk runs to the dog and pets it. MTT: WHAT A SENSATIONAL OPPORTUNITY FOR A STORY! I CAN SEE THE HEADLINE NOW: “A DOG EXISTS SOMEWHERE.” FRANKLY, I’M BLOWN AWAY. DO YOU WANT TO REPORT IT? Frisk nods. MTT: ATTENTION, VIEWERS! OUR CORRESPONDENT HAS FOUND... A DOG! THAT’S RIGHT, FOLKS! IT’S THE FEEL-GOOD STORY OF THE YEAR! LOOK AT ITS LITTLE EARS, TINY PAWS, FLUFFY TAIL... WAIT A SECOND. THAT’S NOT A TAIL! THAT’S... A FUSE!!! The top of the dog’s tail starts to burn, but the dog seems unharmed and ingores the flame. Frisk: What? MTT: THAT’S RIGHT... THAT DOG... IS A BOMB!!! (NO DOGS WERE HARMED DURING THE MAKING OF THIS NEWS REPORT.) BUT DON’T PANIC! YOU HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN THE REST OF THE ROOM YET!!! The walls of Mettaton’s room fall apart revealing other items on the ground and Mettaton, flying in a red suit. MTT: OH MY! IT SEEMS EVERYTHING IN THIS AREA IS ACTUALLY A BOMB! THAT PRESENT’S A BOMB! The present opens up and Frisk sees a bomb inside of it. MTT: THAT BASKETBALL’S A BOMB! The tip of the bomb pierces the basketball. MTT: BRAVE CORRESPONDENT... IF YOU DON’T DEFUSE ALL OF THE BOMBS... Mettaton flies over to a giant bomb with a timer on it. MTT: THIS BIG BOMB WILL BLOW YOU TO SMITHEREENS IN TWO MINUTES ! THEN YOU WON’T BE REPORTING “LIVE” ANY LONGER! Frisk: Pffft. MTT: HOW TERRIBLE! HOW DISTURBING! OUR NINE VIEWERS ARE GOING TO LOVE WATCHING THIS! Frisk: Weren’t there ten viewers before? As Frisk says that, she notices a small blue flash of energy behind the big bomb. MTT: GOOD LUCK, DARLING!! Just as Mettaton flies away, Alphys calls Frisk. Alphys: D-don’t worry! I installed a bomb-defusing program on your phone! Use the ‘defuse’ option when the bomb is in the defuse zone! N-now, go get ‘em! Frisk: That is convenient. Chara: And suspicious. Frisk starts with the dog and defuses him. The dog barks happily and disappears. Alphys: Great job! Keep heading around the room! Try to go for the one in the bottom-left next! Frisk carefully goes through the lasers and defuses the game, before running the script. She grabs the script to defuse it easier. After that, she flies over the gap to the present and defuse it as well. Frisk jumps over the next gap and defuses the basketball. Alphys: Great job! Head for the center! I’m using, uh, EM fields to trap the glass of water there! In the center, Frisk finds the glass of water on the ground. She easily defuses it. Mettaton flies back. WELL DONE, DARLING! YOU’VE DEACTIVATED ALL OF THE BOMBS! IF YOU DIDN’T DEACTIVATE THEM, THE BIG BOMB WOULD HAVE EXPLODED IN TWO MINUTES. Chara: Yeah, we already know that. MTT: NOW IT WON’T EXPLODE IN TWO MINUTES! INSTEAD IT’LL EXPLODE IN TWO SECONDS! GOODBYE, DARLING! Chara: Didn’t see that coming. Mettaton starts to laugh like a villain, but nothing happens. MTT: AH. IT SEEMS THE BOMB ISN’T GOING OFF. Alphys: That’s b-because!!! While you were monologuing... I...!!! I f... fix... Um... I ch-change... MTT: OH NO. YOU DEACTIVATED THE BOMB WITH YOUR HACKING SKILLS. Alphys: Yeah! That’s what I did! MTT: CURSES! IT SEEMS I’VE BEEN FOILED AGAIN! CURSE YOU, HUMAN! CURSE YOU, DR. ALPHYS, FOR HELPING SO MUCH! BUT I DON’T CURSE MY EIGHT WONDERFUL VIEWERS FOR TUNING IN!!! UNTIL NEXT TIME, DARLING! The cameras shut down Alphys: W-wow... W-we really showed him, huh? H-hey, I know I was kind of weird at first... But I really think I’m getting more... Uh, more... M-more confident about guiding you! S-so don’t worry about that b-big d-dumb robot... I-I’ll protect you from him! A-and if it really c-came down to it, we could just t-turn... Um, nevermind. Later! Alphys hangs up. Chara: I really think we should reconsider our trust in Alphys. Frisk: What? Why? MTT: I HAVE TO AGREE WITH YOUR FRIEND THERE DARLING. Chara: How can you see me? MTT: THIS BODY IS JUST FOR LOOKS. I’M ACTUALLY A GHOST POSSESSING IT. Frisk: Oh. Why do you not trust Alphys? Isn’t she the one who made that body for you? MTT: WELL, I CAN TRUST HER, BUT I’M NOT SO SURE IF YOU SHOULD. AFTER ALL, ALPHYS IS THE ONE WHO GAVE ME YOUR COORDINATES AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW SHE IS CLAIMING THAT SHE “HACKED THE BOMB” WHEN ALL OF THE BOMBS ARE NOTHING MORE THAN HARMLESS CONFETTI WITHOUT ANY HACKABLE PARTS. EVEN IF THERE WERE ANY, IT STILL WOULDN’T CHANGE ANYTHING IMPORTANT. Chara: And what about that anonymous report those two guards heard? If Alphys is giving Mettaton our location, who says that she isn’t giving everyone else our location as well. Frisk: I guess you’re right. Chara: You should turn off that phone and take out the battery. MTT: THAT WON’T HELP. SHE HAS CAMERAS EVERYWHERE. Frisk: Well that’s just great. At least now we know that we need to keep moving. Thanks Mettaton. MTT: NO PROBLEM. STAY SAFE, DARLINGS! Mettaton flies away. Chara: Alphys will have some explaining to do once we’re done with this. Natalie just left Slasher’s house when he got a call from Kris. Slasher: What’s up. Kris: Ne asked me to send guards to the Computer room. I need you as escort. Slasher: I’ll be there in a minute Kris: Okay. Kris hangs up. Slasher quickly changes his clothes and takes his gear before exiting through the back way with his bike. After a short ride, he reaches Kris’ base and sees three armored vehicles ready to go and Kris. Slasher: Will you be joining us as well? Kris: I need to stay here to command from the communication room. Slasher: Ok, your loss. Slasher points at the drivers. Slasher: You three! You’re going with me. If you’re lucky, this will be a calm ride, and if not... Well, that will be a good target practice for me. Slasher drifts a 180° before accelerating so fast, that he did a wheelie. The other guards start following him. Kris contacts Slasher over their earpieces. Kris: Remember not to drive to fast so that they can keep up. Slasher: Yeah, yeah, I’ll go easy for them. Slasher slows down and the front wheel reaches the ground again. He drives just slow enough that the guards don’t have to be going full speed. While they’re driving towards the Computer room, Ramirez is watching them through some of their cameras. He already called some of his elite members. They’re all wearing armor that is similar to Cobra’s. Ramirez: All of you have been trained by Cobra, but you are under my orders. I need you to wait for Slasher and Kris’ guards to get settled in the area and than attack them from their blind spots. Since Kris is a tactician, you will only have one chance if you’re lucky enough, so you must take them all out with one attack. We have reasons to believe that there is someone trying to free the beasts captured in the Computerworld. Your mission is to check if that information is true. I do not care how you will find the evidence, but I advise that you take out all of the enemies first. If the first attack fails, you will have soldier back up right behind you. Am I clear? “Yes sir.” Ramirez: You are free to go. The elites walk out of Sentinels’ base and take their civilian vehicles for a disguise. They decide to wait on a nearby parking lot for Slasher and the guards to drive buy. When the elites see them, they start slowly following them. After a few minutes of driving, Slasher and the guards reach the Computer room. The elites parked a few blocks before, so they wouldn’t get noticed. While Slasher and the guards check the area, the elites sneak their way to the top of the hangar after Slasher checks it. Slasher: The area’s clear. Are we done now? Kris: Not yet. Set up defenses and stay for a minute or two just in case. Someone might be following you. Slasher: Alright. Slasher looks at the guards. Slasher: Listen up. I want you to cover up both entrances. That means that the three of you are going to cover west entrance while the other three cover the east entrance. Got it? “No problem” The guards split up and do as instructed while Slasher waits in the middle. The elites set up right above everyone. Their leader starts the countdown, opening a window above Slasher. When the countdown ends, they all jump with swords towards their targets. Slasher was the only one who noticed another shadow next to his one, giving him enough time to react, turn around and see the elite leaping towards him. He blocks the blade with his gauntlet and grabs the guard of the elite, pulling him on the ground. The other elites succeeded at killing their targets. Slasher quickly takes out his pistol and shoots the elite he downed and then takes his other pistol as well and shoots two more elites, while the other three block the bullets with their swords and continue dashing towards Slasher. Slasher: All guards down, being ambushed with three elites, should be easy enough. Kris: Don’t count on it, my scouts noticed backup. Slasher pulls in one elite with his grapple and knocks him out with the clip of his pistol and disarms the other one before shooting him in the head. Slasher: Well then send those scouts in! The last elite tries to stab Slasher and slasher dodges the blade, kicks the elite on the ground and executes him with the tip of the grapple. Kris: They’re only for last resort situations. Slasher: I’ll call in some actual help then Slasher calls Ne. Slasher: Where are you? Ne: At Amy’s. Slasher: Too bad. Computer room being attacked. Need help. Ne: What? I was there a few minutes ago. Slasher: Well these idiots attacked right now, and I would apreciate some help before i get rifled here! Ne: Ok, ok, I’m coming. Slasher: Gotta go, reinforcements just arrived. Slasher hangs up. Amy: What was that all about? Ne: Computer room is being attacked, going to help Slash. Amy: I’m coming along as well. Ne takes off the stripes on his sleeves and activates his helmet. Ne: No. You just took your medicine. You need to stay out of action before your soul fully stabilizes. Amy: Fine. Be careful. Ne: I know. Ne goes to the roof of Amy’s house and jumps down on the other side, creates his bike and quickly drives to the Computer room. When he arrives, he sees a lot of soldiers firing randomly. The soldiers are too distracted with slasher to even notice Ne behind them. Ne equips his swords and runs past alll of the guards, cutting their lower legs so that they would be subdued, but still alive before running towards Slasher. Slasher: About time. Ne: You know I like to make dramatic entrances. Ne creates a vortex shield and absorbs all incoming bullets. He keeps the shield up until all the soldiers waste their ammo. When their guns get empty, Slasher gets up from his cover and shoots a few of them, while Ne creates a blue Neon blaster and knocks most of them out with one blast. More cars keep arriving, all of the passengers are elites with swords. Ne engages in sword battle while Slasher continues to dodge and block their attacks before using the blades and the tip of his grapple to beat them. While they are fighting, more snipers get on the rooftops and wait for a clear shot. After every takedown, Slasher quickly shoots one of the snipers before finding cover. After some while, only one hidden sniper remains and a few elites. Ne easily beats the remaining elites with his powers. Slasher: I’m gonna get the hiding sniper. Ne: Alright, I’m gonna find a place to dump these. Slasher grapples up to the top of the building where the last sniper is hiding. When he gets to the top, he notices the barrel of the sniper’s weapon behind a wall. He takes his pistol and shoots the gun out of sniper’s hands. The sniper panics and tries to grab his secondary weapon, but Slasher shoots his grapple at the leg of the soldier and pulls him down when the grapple stabs into his leg. Slasher yanks the grapple out of his leg and then swings it onto his head, killing him and destroying the small camera that was transmitting the video to the Sentinel’s base. Cobra and Ramirez were both watching the transmission. Cobra: Do you realize what you just did? Ramirez: I lost the fight, I am well aware of that. Cobra: This loss is much more than a fight. Too many members went there. If this happens again, we will be beaten and we will have to wait for a new army. I don’t think I need to mention that it is not simple to find a new army. Ramirez: You already failed when you had your chance. Cobra: It’s not about chances anymore. We’re currently forced into a situation were we have only one attempt left. It is obvious that they have someone in the system, since it is so important for them to defend the location. Our last move is to shut down the teleporter while it’s active and we’ll need everyone for that. No more attacks. Ramirez: You’re right about that. After the battle, we’ll need ton start recruiting again. Cobra: Soon, the final battle will come. It will be our time to kill the lights. Prologue Chapter 13 Chapter 15

#Frisk #Chara #Undertale #Undertale AU #Sans #Mettaton #Alphys #Ne #Amy #Ramirez #Cobra #OC #Alternative Timeline

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A/N: This is lickitysplit, once more imposing on the generous nature and hospitality of the immensely talented BettyBest2. Thank you so much for letting me visit these characters again for a while, and for being so kind and generous to actually allow me to contribute to this story and this universe I love so much. This chapter and part two are both for you, and for all the Zeldris/Gelda fans out there!

-Part 1-

Night has fallen on Edinburgh, and Zeldris strides through the gates that were opened for him. He heads down the now-familiar corridors towards the main hall where he is due to meet Gelda. A bit of excitement shoots up his spine, and he hurries his pace to the designated spot, anxious to see the vampire that has captured his attention for the past few months.

Ever since they had met when the vampires had visited the demon realm, Gelda had steadily taken over his thoughts and stirred his desires. He had offered to serve as her guard and escort, a job he had eagerly volunteered for if it meant seeing her again. Then as they grew closer, a shy holding of hands and a stolen kiss moving into whispered confessions and increasingly passionate embraces, and now Zeldris can barely go a day without seeing her, the hours ticking by before he can hear her voice or hold her lovely body against his.

They are growing closer, yes, and the demon cannot help the little smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth. Soon he will have Gelda next to him, just as he has been looking forward to all day, her soft voice and sweet laughter and beautiful mouth all his.

But Gelda is not there when he arrives, and he glances curiously at the great clock that hangs in the hall. It's not like her to be late; in fact, he can never recall her doing so before. With an impatient tap of his foot, he looks around, suddenly wondering if he had their meeting place wrong. After another minute or two he stops a servant and asks after the princess. Hearing that she should be in her room, Zeldris quickly strides towards Gelda's chambers, not bothering to ask anyone else to check on her. It feels like it takes much too long to reach the room, and with each step he becomes more and more anxious to get to her.

Zeldris gives her door a brief knock, listening for an answer. None comes, so gently he pushes the door open. His mouth opens in shock and he pushes it completely open, his eyes wide as they roam around the room in completely disarray. Books, papers, pillows, items are strewn over the floor. The bed is nearly upturned as the blankets and pillows are heaped into a pile. The chair to the vanity is knocked over, every drawer opened, even the little ones in the jewelry boxes. Gelda is nowhere to be seen, so the demon carefully picks his way through the chaos, every nerve ending on edge.

His hand goes to his hip, the fingertips dancing on the hilt of the sword hanging from his side. If someone has hurt the princess, he will use everything to make them pay.

"Gelda?" he says quietly into the room, and at once he hears a choking sort of noise. It is coming from the direction of the closet, which has also been flung open, clothes and boxes tossed carelessly on the ground. "Gelda!" he calls out sharply, stepping over an ottoman on its side and kicking a pile of silk scarves out of the way.

Then she appears, and for the second time his mouth drops open in shock. The princess looks to be in just as much of a disarray as the room. It is the first time he has seen her that her hair is not perfectly in place, her dress wrinkled, her face red and puffy from crying. Even the first few times they had kissed, even the night he had snuck into her room and woke her from sleeping, she had never been so disheveled. It is almost terrifying to see her in such a vulnerable state.

His first instinct is to clench his fists, wanting to know who or what did this to her; but then Gelda is launching herself at the demon with a cry. Her arms fly around his neck, her face burying into his chest, and he catches her as a fresh wave of sobs causes her entire frame to shake. Zeldris clenches his jaw painfully as he cradles her closely against him, the muscles in his arms tight with tension. "Gelda, are you alright?" he hisses out through his teeth. "What has happened to you?"

"Oh, Zeldris," she moans. Her face turns to press into the fabric covering his chest. The prince raises a hand to carefully caress the back of her head in comfort. He gives her another minute to cry against him, his hands rubbing on her back and through her hair soothingly, until finally he sweeps the stringy hair from her damp face and tilts her head back to look at him.

"Tell me who did this," he says darkly, ready to fight and hurt someone, make them pay. But Gelda only shakes her head. "I did this, I- oh Zeldris, this is all my fault and-"

She sucks in a tight gasp, her teeth catching her bottom lip as Zeldris frowns. "What did you do?" he asks as he peers closely at her face. "What happened?"

Gelda's chest shudders as she struggles to breathe normally. "I- I lost m-my diary," she whispers.

Zeldris frowns, drawing back a bit. All this, over a diary? "Gelda," he says gently, releasing the tight hold he has around her, "I'm sure that-"

"You don't understand!" Her hands ball into tight fists as they slide down to his chest. "I need to find it! I write about everything, Zeldris. I even… I wrote about us." This last bit comes out like a whisper, as if someone could actually be listening.

His blood runs a bit cold as he thinks of what she could have written. Their first meeting, the kiss at his father's castle, his theft of the horses, the whispered promises… then his mind wanders to the night he snuck into her room, all the nights since, the vow to court her without permission from the king, the increasingly passionate moments that they had shared every time they were together…

If anyone reads and learns about their relationship, both he and Gelda will be in more than just trouble. This has the potential hurt the very alliance between their clans. He was supposed to be escorting the princess and acting as her guard, not romancing her. Even the already thin hope that Izraf could ever give his only daughter and heir to him would be snatched away.

The horror must show on his face because Gelda whimpers and buries her face in her hands. "I'm so sorry! I don't know how… I've barely gone anywhere, I would never just leave it out…"

Her renewed crying catches his attention, and Zeldris presses his lips together. "We'll find it," he says firmly. "I'm here to help you."

With a quick sweep of his eyes around the room, the demon then strides to the door and flings it open. "Get in here!" he shouts into the dark hallway, and within moments several servants and Gelda's ladies-in-waiting are scrambling inside, looking just as shocked as he at the mess. "The princess has lost something dear to her," he bellows at them, and the vampires all snap to attention at the sound. "You are to put this room back in order, while searching every inch of it, do you understand?"

They cower under the threat contained in his voice, but before Zeldris can make good on the threat he feels Gelda's hand on his arm. "Thank you," she says to the servants. "It's a notebook, with a brown leather cover. Please, I need it back."

With another barking order from Zeldris the servants get to work. Carefully they replace all of her belongings while they search, taking care to fix the room and the furniture while going over every inch. Gelda stands by the door watching with watery eyes as the demon supervises the work; but no journal is uncovered by the time they are finished.

The demon dismisses them all but her ladies. Gelda sits heavily in a chair, her hands twisting nervously, but Zeldris turns his attention on the girls who are Gelda's closest servants. "Where did Her Highness go today?" he demands.

Two of them are on either side of the princess, trying to soothe her, but the third looks at him with a nervous but steady stare. "Nowhere, my lord," she answers evenly. "Her Highness only took a brief walk, but had nothing with her."

"Who else would be in here?" he asks.

The girl shakes her head. "Only the tutor, my lord. Her Highness had a lesson today. Languages and history."

Zeldris darts his eyes to the princess, who looks miserable. "Leave," he commands, and after only a second of hesitation the three quickly exit the room.

"Gelda," he says, "is it possible-"

"I don't know," she says, cutting him off as she stands. "I didn't have the book out when he was here but-I suppose it could have gotten mixed up-"

"Where can I find this tutor?" Without even waiting for an answer he is already heading for the door, but Gelda hurries forward to put herself between him and the exit.

"Wait, please!" she cries, stopping him with her palms pressed on his chest. "What are you going to do?"

Zeldris looks down at her with narrowed eyes. "I'm going to find him and get your diary back."

The threat in his tone is as natural as breathing, the instinct to find the enemy and make him pay bleeding into his voice and his face without even trying. But then he sees the change in Gelda the moment it happens: the way her breath catches in her throat, the slight rounding of her eyes, the way her lips part. It's so small, it would be hardly noticeable; but Zeldris had memorized every inch of her face, can read her every thought. Plus, he had seen enough people look at him with fear to recognize it when he saw it. Zeldris can feel his demon mark pulsing, and quickly swallows, smoothing away the menace that must be in his expression, but it is too late.

Scaring Gelda was something he had never intended to do; despite his demon nature he had always been gentle and respectful and protective. He thinks back on the night that he had pulled her away from an aggressive suitor and flattened him with one punch, and even then she had not looked at him this way.

Deliberately, slowly, he says, "It'll be alright, Gelda. I'm going to protect you. It's… it's what I'm here for."

"What are you going to do?" she whispers.

Zeldris does not answer, but sweeps past her and out the door. He hears Gelda following, and over his shoulder he says, "You should stay here."

"No," she replies, her voice unusually bitter. "It's my mistake. Besides, you don't know where you are going."

He could hardly argue with that, and was always loathe to deny her, so with her hand tightly grasped in his they walk together down the dark and quiet hallways. Zeldris allows her to lead him towards the gates, and when they catch sight of the guard instinctively they break apart. The demon keeps a hand on her back as they walk past the soldiers, scowling at them as they nod and open the gates.

They make their way along the wide dirt path that leads from the main part of the castle, and when they are out of earshot he says to the princess, "The tutor does not live here?"

"He does," she answers, giving him a bit of a devilish look over her shoulder. "But I thought it would be best for the guard to think we had left."

Zeldris cannot help but raise an eyebrow, a bit impressed with her thinking; he would have just barrelled straight to the tutor's quarters without any worry of what someone would think or say. "Do you sneak around often?" he asks with a bit of a snort, but another flash of her smile at him gives him pause.

"This way," whispers Gelda, and she grabs his hand and takes off at a run. They head into the night, hidden by the shadow of the castle, whose towers keep the moon from shining and revealing their location. Zeldris' eyes can see easily in the dark, and once more he is impressed by the easy way she maneuvers over the rolling and rocky terrain. The eastern side of the castle drops off into a cliff, but Gelda expertly leads him along a path that presses nearly against the stone wall and keeps them hidden from view as they secretly make their way back to the Edinburgh stronghold.

"Where are we going?" he mutters at her, trying to watch her where her footsteps land while keep his own footing. The fall looks precarious enough to give an unfortunate victim at the very least a nasty set of broken bones; but Gelda only hikes up the bottom of her dress to climb up a piece of hard earth that juts out from the side of the rock. "There is an entrance back inside," she mutters, smoothing her hand along the wall. "It will help us avoid…"

"This is dangerous, let's just go back," Zeldris insists. He reaches out to take her by the waist when she suddenly yelps, sending a flash of fear through his chest. "Here it is!" she cries, and then disappears into the stone.

Zeldris blinks, his brows drawing down even deeper, when a hand grabs his own and yanks him forward. Once inside, his eyes adjust to the pitch blackness, and his senses immediately ignite as Gelda presses against him. Her hand slides up his arm, and he feels her breath against the side of his neck as her lips brush on his ear. "We're inside the wall," whispers the girl.

He turns his face a bit, their foreheads brushing together. "How often do you do this?" he cannot help but ask, his eyes widening when he sees her head and shoulders dip a bit with a stifled giggle.

"Not as often as I'd like," she responds, her whispered words flirtatious, and now her lips graze his temple. Zeldris skims his nose and mouth over her cheek and down her neck. His hands find her hips in the dark, and all at once his blood is rushing, his hearts racing, wanting to kiss her, wanting to taste this princess that still manages to surprise him and capture his imagination.

"We must be quiet," breathes Gelda, her words barely audible. Zeldris nods, and instead of kissing her, he brings his own mouth to her ear. He opens his lips to say something, but suddenly he is struck dumb. Trying desperately to think of something, anything, to say to flirt back with her, he is glad for the darkness to hide the blushing heat on his neck and cheeks. Why must he always be so damn tongue tied around her?

After a moment, then another, and another, Gelda turns. His hands fall away from her hips, but she grabs one with one of her own, their fingers weaving together.

Zeldris calls on his years of training, the service and the assignments and the growing responsibilities that have fallen on him in recent months all coming in useful now. He knows how to move undetected, he knows how to find an enemy and extract information. This is what he has been taught; it is what he was made to do. Of course, he had never thought he would be calling on the hundreds of lessons to find a lost diary, but his own future as well as Gelda's is in peril without it. So he focuses intently in the dark, allowing the hunter side of him to dictate his movements. This is another task, perhaps his most important one, and he will not fail. Zeldris does not know failure.

After walking in silence for a while, Gelda stops. "I think this is it," she says, and then pushes on a certain stone. It moves, making a small hole in the wall, and the princess peeks out before slipping through. Zeldris follows immediately, blinking for a moment in the dimly lit hallway.

He turns and looks at Gelda, who nods to the left. "The vampires who work for the royal family live in this wing."

Zeldris' eyes dart up, following the length of the hallway. Without looking back at her he orders, "Stay here," and walks past her and around the dark corner.

The corridor is lined with heavy wooden doors. Slowly he walks, his heavy boots making a soft sound as he takes one careful step after another. Which room? Choosing the wrong one could possibly sound an alarm of some kind. Although Zeldris is not opposed to killing, he would prefer not to leave a trail of bodies in Gelda's father's house.

At that thought, he hesitates. What is the plan, exactly? Kill the tutor and search his room? Demand the diary? Use his magic to incapacitate him? Zeldris curses under his breath. He has not thought this through, and now here he is, in a part of the castle he is not supposed to be in, the princess just steps away, ready to be discovered at any moment. His hearts race with his indecision. His brothers would not make such a mistake. They would not hesitate, their stomachs churning, looking from door to door and wondering what to do.

"It's that one," a soft voice says, shattering his concentration and making him jump a mile. Even though he instantly recognizes Gelda's voice, his training overrides his reason and he whirls, drawing his weapon. Gelda sucks in a deep breath but does not flinch or step away. Instantly he pulls back, swinging the sword behind him and reaching out with a hand towards her. "Gelda, I'm sorry, you startled me and I-"

Her eyes are wide and bright, her skin a bit pale, but she holds firm. "It's fine, Zeldris," she says, but he notes that Gelda does not move closer. Instead she nods towards a door. "It's that one."

She will not meet his gaze, but he notices the slight tremble to her frame, the way her shoulders are tensed. Damn it all, he has scared her again, and angrily he turns and moves towards the door. The latch and lock buckle under his strength, allowing him to push it open easily.

Then Gelda is there, stepping before him again. "Let me handle this," she says quietly before rapping on the door.

Impatiently Zeldris pushes inside, but allows Gelda to come with him. The room is quiet and bathed in candlelight. There is a small bed on one side, a small fireplace, a table with two chairs, and a writing desk. It is at the desk that a very startled vampire looks up, and Zeldris' eyes land on him.

He slams the door closed before turning back to the tutor. He is younger than Zeldris had expected, and the demon notes his simple but well-tailored clothing and the lack of weapons. The room is filled with piles of books and papers, the table with its own stack, the desk an organized clutter of documents. "Your Highness?" the vampire stutters out, rising to his feet. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Sir," she answers. "I think my journal may have gotten mixed up in your things this afternoon, and I need it back, desperately."

"Your journal?" he says with a frown. "No, I don't believe so."

"May I look?" she asks, moving towards the books on the table.

The vampire agrees, and even assists the princess in her search. They check every pile, but the notebook does not reveal itself; dejectedly Gelda hangs her head and turns to Zeldris. "We should go. I'm sorry for disturbing you this late hour-"

"He's lying," Zeldris says, and both vampires freeze in their tracks. The prince grits his teeth as he looks at the tutor with a murderous scowl. "He has it somewhere. He lies."

Gelda gasps, spinning around quickly to look at the tutor, who is now blustering as he turns a shade of red. "How dare you! How dare-"

"You have something that belongs to the princess," says Zeldris, taking a few steps inside the room. He raises his chin, narrowing his eyes as he peers at the tutor closely. "I want it back."

"I've never taken anything from their Majesties!" the vampire insists in an indignant voice. "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care what you are," growls Zeldris. "It's a little book, with a brown leather cover. It is written in Her Highness' own hand. I want that book. Give it to me. Now."

A moment passes between them. The tutor's eyes are wide with shock… and then his face relaxes as something occurs to him. A smile forms over his face, and Zeldris can feel contempt for the vampire growing before he even opens his mouth to speak. "You must be Zeldris," he says. "The princess' little… friend."

Hearing his name sends a chill up his spine. His demon mark grows hot as he stares down the vampire. "You don't know anything about me. If you did, you wouldn't dare play this game."

The tutor's smile widens a bit. "I think I know plenty. You're the son of the demon king, right? The third son. Don't presume to intimidate me."

Zeldris growls. His skin feels like little pops of electricity, the urge to tear this creature that dares to speak to him that way into pieces dancing inside of his mind, as it has been ingrained for years and years. But even now he is aware of Gelda. Her reaction to him is all he cares for, and he keeps the memory of her frightened look from earlier in his mind's eye so he does not destroy the vampire.

But then the tutor makes a mistake that seals his fate. He turns and sneers at the princess. "I know all about you, my charge, and what you've been up to with him. Now if you don't want me to go to the king with this information, then you'll-"

His threat is cut off with a blur of movement. Moments later the tutor hits the floor, his eyes wide in horror and his mouth gaping in silent pain. Zeldris stands over him with one hand gripping his sword, and the vampire's severed arm in the other. "That was for daring to threaten the princess."

His voice is cold, colder than ice, not containing one ounce of emotion. He is now the soldier and the demon that is his very nature, uncaring of the consequence. Zeldris is aware of everything in that moment: the squeak of surprise from Gelda, the way her hands clutch the front of her dress, the staggered breathing of the vampire at his feet, the fear rolling off of the tutor in waves. But still he is cold, despite the adrenaline and the anger boiling in his veins, and the bloodlust now stirred from his action.

"Don't speak a word, you lying filth," the prince continues. "Just use your remaining hand to point to where the book is hidden, and I'll consider allowing you to keep it."

The princess hisses his name, but the vampire listens, rising his shaking and bloody arm up to point at a drawer in his desk. Without a word Zeldris tosses the arm to the floor and steps over his body. He yanks the drawer open and pulls out the coveted book, seething as his hand traces the faded leather.

Without a sound he grabs Gelda by the arm and pulls her behind him. They exit the room without a glance towards the tutor still on the floor and the demon leads them through the hallways, not stopping or speaking until they have climbed the steps to her chambers. Once inside he shuts the door and finally lets go of her arm, striding over to the window.

Outside it is dark, peaceful, the stars sitting the black sky. A beautiful, serene night, one he would have enjoyed with Gelda. But that is impossible now, not with the way he feels now, like a storm about to strike. Not with the gruesome act he just committed, however justified it was. Zeldris looks down at the diary in his hands. Such a small thing, but it is safe again, and he supposes he must be glad at least for that. Even if getting it meant he had to reveal a part of himself he never, ever wanted Gelda to see.

A feeling of revulsion comes over him. He is a demon and a killer. One day he will be the executioner for the king. A severed arm is an act of mercy for one such as he. But all he feels is hot shame, and her eyes on him.

A small hand presses on his back, and without even a glance over his shoulder he holds out the book. "Take it," he says thickly. "I'll take my leave now."

She does, gratefully. Zeldris can still feel the pulsing anger, the leftover desire to destroy something that comes with answering any threat to what is his. He needs to go and get it out of his system, and quickly. But Gelda's other hand tugs on his sleeve, and a moment later she is pressed against him, her lips crushing onto his.

Zeldris is taken by surprise, and when Gelda tosses the book away in favor of plunging her hands into his hair, he can barely keep up with the forcefulness of her kiss. Finally he shakes himself and kisses her back, wrapping his arms around her to hold her tightly. Their lips and tongues are searing and searching, and Zeldris eagerly gives himself over to the passion that flares up suddenly between them. He is barely aware of how his hands slide over her, or the soft moans that escape them both, or even when he turns and presses her against the wall. All he knows is the pounding of his blood and the taste of her lips and her soft skin under his hands, the adrenaline driving him to take and take and take.

A small whimper snaps him from the rush, and Zeldris pulls back to find Gelda pinned against him. Her lips are swollen and wet, her fingers digging into his upper arms, and his eyes travel down her face and neck lustfully. But before he can take another kiss, she arches against him, and he realizes his hands are under her blouse, the buttons pulled apart. His palms are covering her breasts, and in his stupor he squeezes her flesh impulsively.

"Oh Zeldris," she breathes. Gelda's hands go to the back of his neck, pulling him down into another kiss and pressing her body into his hands.

She licks his lips, her teeth catching his bottom one a bit, but Zeldris is frozen. First he had revealed the dangerous side to his demon nature, and now he is pawing at her like some kind of savage! He pulls his mouth away and turns his head, and the princess trails her lips down his neck, her breath hot as she pants against him. "I'm sorry," he stammers, but he is reluctant to let go of her, the new sensation of being skin to skin tantalizing. Tentatively he strokes her nipples with his thumbs, and Gelda shivers against him, pressing a hot kiss under his chin.

His heart is pounding still, but now for a different reason; the kiss has drained the brutality from him, but is now replaced with an undeniable desire, just as dark and fierce. Shakily he slides his hands down, releasing the round flesh, grazing along her sides.

But Gelda looks up at him with a sweet smile that is utterly charming and seductive. "Don't be sorry," she murmurs, and her arms wrap around his neck so she can pull him into a tight hug. "You saved me," the princess says. "You saved both of us."

"I took his arm off," Zeldris said, immediately feeling stupid for saying that; but her cool lips press on his feverish cheek, smoothing away his chagrin.

"You did," Gelda answers with a little laugh. "But you did it for me. You were amazing."

"I was not," he insists. "I never wanted you to see-I don't want you to know me like that-"

"Shhh," she whispers, her thumbs brushing on his cheeks. Zeldris' hands, still inside her shirt, slide around her back to pull her closer. "I know who you are." Their eyes meet, and the demon's breath catches as he sees that her eyes are filled with adoration, and to his relief, free of fear.

Her caress is soothing, and he presses his forehead on hers. She has seen him, and she still wants him, and to Zeldris that is all that matters. He knows there will be a consequence in the morning, for him or for both of them; but for now, knowing Gelda is safe is enough.

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The Joker x Reader - “The Joker’s Widow”

The last four weeks have been living hell: you feel so empty and hollow, nothing makes sense without him. Most of the time you have the unnerving sensation your thoughts are not your own. You wish you would have died with him that night, at least you wouldn’t have to go through this excruciating agony.

The knock in the door makes Damon left his head from all the building plans, maps and schedules he has scattered all over his desk.

“Come in!” he mumbles, trying to pile up everything into an organized chaos.

His henchman comes in, quite agitated, attempting to keep it together:

“Sir, The Joker’s widow is here.” “Fuck, don’t make her wait!” he snaps at the guy, getting up from his chair. “She doesn’t like to wait! You know her temper. And don’t call her that again; if she hears you you’re dead!”

“Yes, sir. I think you should know she has about 100 men with her and a lot of vans outside. I stopped counting at 30; there’s a whole army in our underground parking.”

“Shit…” Damon sighs, keeping his cool. “That’s good though, it will come in handy. Let her in,” he commands, impatient.

After a few seconds he sees Frost opening the door for you and you walk in slowly, still limping a bit from the gunshot wound you got a month ago. Your eyes are swollen and he can tell you’ve been crying; that’s only that much makeup can cover. You’re dressed up in black and he never saw you wearing the color before. It makes him uneasy. The sleeveless tight leather suit matches your black stilettos and you have even more Joker themed tattoos on your arms (and even probably all over) than he remembers. Your half neon green half bright purple hair is parted in the middle and braided, just like the Clown Prince of Crime liked it.

“Mrs. J, you’re here!” he cracks a smile, walking towards you. “Please, take a seat.” Damon pulls a chair for you, trying to be as pleasant as possible. He knows better than not to piss you off, especially in the state you’re in.

“I’ll stand!” you utter, staring him down with your icy green eyes that send shivers down his spine.

“As you wish,” he nervously adjusts his tie, waiting for you to speak.

“I want my husband’s body, you told me you know where it is,” you raise your voice, feeling you are on a verge of a nervous breakdown.

“Van Criss Laboratories,” he calmly answers. ”The new location, well-guarded. My inside person tells me it won’t be easy to get in,” Damon spits out, aware nothing will stop you.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. I hired a lot of mercenaries, plus my men. I can hire more, money is not an issue, you know I have the resources. Just tell me a number, don’t be shy,” you sarcastically grin and he knows that’s not a good sign.

“If you want things to go smooth, you probably need 50 more men,” he decides to be honest since he doesn’t have a choice.

“Done!” you are fast in replying. “It can be done by tonight so our plan won’t change. I will retrieve his body even if I have to kill everyone in that building and level it to the ground, do you hear me?” you enunciate with such determination it makes him weak in the knees.

“Of course, Mrs. J. My informant tells me Mister Joker’s…e-hem (he coughs, having the feeling he’s walking on egg shells) … remains are on B-Level, coolant number 682.”

Damon hears you gulp and notices your eyes getting teary, but you are not here to discuss your sorrow; this is important business. You regain your composure and lift your chin up, barking at him:

“Show me on the map!”

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It’s been a month since you lost J. You barely sleep 2-3 hours a night; you can’t rest, eat or function without him. Every time you close your eyes you see The Joker and hear his husky voice in your ear:

“Wake up, baby!”… … … …”Hey, Y/N, wake up, wake up, hey!” Then you realize it’s Frost shaking you so you snap out of your reoccurring nightmare. “Wake up, you’re screaming!” He always lifts you up from your pillow, holding you tight while you’re panicking, your heart racing to the point of fainting. Jonny tries his best to comfort you but he knows it’s no use. You just keep on repeating the same words, uncontrollably sobbing on his shoulder:

“Where’s J, Frosty?… Where’s J?…”

“He’s not here, Y/N…ssstttt, go back to sleep…he’s…not here…”

“Where’s my husband? Where’s J?” you clench to his shirt, suffocating him with your embrace and that’s when he would reach for your sleeping pills and try to give you one: “It’s OK, Y/N, I got you; here, take this.” But you don’t want to take it; you know that if you do that you will fall asleep and see his death over and over again.

**You, J and Frost were caught in the ambush and tried to get away with no success. When the bullets started flying from all sides, you abandoned the car and made a run for the river. A bullet hit you in the thigh and you collapsed on your knees. Frost rushed to help you and you turned your head to see where The Joker was.

He almost got to you when several bullets hit his body and he fell to the ground. You struggled to crawl back to him but Frost pulled you away, wanting to save at least one. After all, it was his job to protect The Queen and King of Gotham. You barely escaped the carnage and you will never forget how you kept on looking back while fighting Jonny, yelling at him to let you go and saw The Joker trying to get up. More bullets shrieked by your head and he went down. He didn’t move anymore. **

“Y/N, we’re here!” Frost gets you out of your numbness, pointing towards the building. “We’re going to clear the path, wait here and you can come once it’s safe, OK?”

“U-hum,” you agree, absent minded. When Jonny gets out of the van you finally muster the strength to mumble:

“Be careful.”

You definitely spared no expense in putting together the team to help you get inside Van Criss Laboratories in order to recover The Joker’s body. All these mercenaries you hired better prove their worth: you won’t leave without your husband even if it’s the last thing you will ever do.

You emotionlessly watch the gunshots lighting up the night, explosions and screams echoing in the darkness. After about an hour you get a text from Frost:

“It’s safe, we cleared it. Come in.”

You drive yourself to the structure and your hands get shaky once you step inside. All the henchmen step aside to let you pass as your high hills click on the long corridors. So much blood on the floor and walls, you definitely lost some people also, but it doesn’t make you hesitate.

Frost waits for you at the elevator.

“We found the room,” he announces, carefully watching as you lean on his arm, suddenly lightheaded. “Are you all right?” he inquires, worried to see you like this.

“I’m fine,” you pant, trying not to show any emotions but it’s impossible to do so. You wipe your face with your hands, quietly crying:

“Is he…in there?”

“He is,” Jonny answers, squeezing you closer to him.

“Thank God,” you whimper, relieved and in the same time heartbroken because there is no turning back. It’s so…definitive.

“We already took him out of the cooler,” he lets you know since he wants you prepared for the encounter. But how could you ever be prepared for something like this? “We can’t linger, we triggered the alarms. This place is in the middle of nowhere; still, it shouldn’t take them too long to get here. We need to move out soon.”

“I know…” you deeply exhale when the elevator’s door open in front of you for B-Level. All your men avoid looking at you as follow Jonny, dragging your feet behind him.

When he stops in front of the room, your heart stops too. He signals everyone to clear the perimeter and you stand there, dazed:

“Is that…my husband?” you ask even if you don’t have to.

You see J in the middle of the chamber, already on the stretcher, his pale body covered with a white sheet from waist down. Frost closes the door behind you and steps away to give you privacy. He’s the only one left on the hallway. Not hearing a single sound worries him until you start screaming and bawling on the other side of the wall. It gives him goosebumps and he is not easily disturbed by such things.

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You took J’s body to one of your hideouts and you locked yourself with him in the basement. You can’t stop crying as you keep on caressing his green hair. So many bullet wounds… When you lean over and kiss him, his lips feel colder than ice and it breaks you even more. What is a Queen without her King? Nothing, absolutely nothing, you reply in your mind, wiping the tears streaming down your face.

You rest your cheek on his left hand, outlining the laughing mouth tattoo and take out his wedding ring. You are surprised he still has it but at least you will be able to wear it on a chain around your neck now. You bury your face on his chest, sobbing, not really knowing what your next move should be.

In 7 years, you memorized every single little scar on his skin, every line and curve of his tattoos, all the little imperfections that made him so perfect to you. You sniffle and lift your head up, analyzing the tattoo around his left wrist, identical to yours: “Match made -Joker x Y/N- in hell” with both your names in the middle, just like a bracelet.

“Hmm…” escapes your lips as you realize the writing seems a bit smaller than what it should be. Must be because you can’t think clearly at this point. Your eyes unconsciously travel back to his laughing mouth tattoo and without realizing you start counting the teeth. An extra one than what it should be. My God you are tired…You rub your eyes, upset, and count again. Why is there an extra tooth?! You count again and then one more time, it just can’t be right. You even stopped crying, intrigued.

“J- Jonny…Jonny!” you stutter, calling for him because he can’t be too far. You unlock the door and sure thing Frost is right there: “What is it? You need something?”

“Bring me a black light,” you request, clinging to the door handle like your life depends on it.

“Hold on, I think there’s one in the next room. Are you OK?” he shouts over his shoulder, not liking the fact that you look so lost.

“Y-Yeah…” you mutter, biting your nails as you return next to J’s body.

“Here’s the black light, what do you need it for?” he enters the room, handing over what you wanted.

“Turn off the light please!” you almost yell and Frost does as asked. You turn on the black light and bring it on top of the laughing mouth tattoo, moving up and down, watching for what you hope you won’t see. And you don’t.

“Oh my God, Frost, this is not J,” you cover your mouth, gasping. “It’s not J !!” “What?! What do you mean?” he looks at you, wondering if you finally snapped.

“See this?” you shine the light on your collarbone Jester tattoo, your fingers shaking with anxiety. Frost sees J & Y/N glowing under the UVA light. “We got this three years ago, nobody knows about it. It’s a special ink that you can only see under the black light; I have it on my Jester tattoo and he has it on his laughing mouth tattoo. Look,” you show him, moving the light on top of The Joker’s tattoo. ”Nothing, no initials.”

“Fuck…” Frost whispers, dumbfounded. “Who the hell is this then?!”

“I have no idea… but it sure looks exactly like J, almost fooled me. All his features are mimicked to perfection; they went through a lot of trouble to make this person look like my husband. You know why, Frost?” you glare at the body, fascinated with the resemblance.

“So we won’t look for him anymore?” Jonny frowns, baffled.

You just nod a yes, a thousand thoughts running through your head in the same time. Frost turns the lights back on and something pops in your mind:

“I wonder if…” and you yank the sheet away, completely exposing the corpse. Your eyes rest on the mid-section and grumble:

“Definitely not J, I should have looked here first,” you pinpoint to Frost, relieved, and he averts his eyes, not expecting the twist. “Jeez, Jonny, are you five years old?” you admonish him while he just lifts his shoulders up, not wanting to argue. “Just get in touch with Damon, I need to speak to him.”

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There is nothing stronger than hope given to a scorned woman looking to settle her demons. The mere glimpse at the possibility of The Joker still being alive set in motion unimaginable forces upon Gotham. You didn’t stop at anything in order to obtain information and search for answers. The more days passed without finding him, the more impatient and merciless you grew. You unleashed everything you’ve got all over the damn city, making sure there was no escape for the ones standing in your way. If The Clown Prince of Crime was still breathing, you were determined to find him at all costs.

After 8 months, Damon gave you another call:

“I just faxed you something, did you get it?”

“I’m getting it right now…What am I looking at?” you ask, grabbing the papers as they are printing.

“Arkham report from the night of the incident: did you notice the number I circled on page 2? That’s how many inmates were in the Asylum at the time. Now look at the number I circled on page 5, the name of prisoners next day: one more than the previous day. No papers, no name, just a number in cell 547A , very easy to miss if you don’t pay close attention. It might be what you’re looking for, my sources tell me it’s a man, kept on the lowest underground level with the most…ummm…(he tries to choose his words carefully but there is no way around it) dangerous criminally insane prisoners. That’s all they were able to retrieve. The section is soundproof; only 5 people have access to the area. You will need your men again to get in and out. Mrs. J, are you there?” he inquired when you didn’t reply.

“I am,” you cut him off, already signaling Frost to come over.

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Getting inside was a bitch, they sure made the accursed place a real fortress. You were almost killed in the process; thinking that J might be there made you more reckless and more impulsive than ever. It was a blood bath and lots of casualties but nothing had too high of a price for your mission.

* Frost and your henchmen got you as far as the underground soundproof section and you want to go inside alone while they surveille the surroundings. You stand in front of the metal door of cell number 547A. No bars, no openings, nothing. All the doors in this block are like this, perfectly sealed. You put the gun back in your holster and wipe the blood of the electronic key Frost got for you from the control room. You bring it close to the keypad and once the yellow light comes on, the heavy door opens with a hiss. It’s pitch black inside, only the light from the hallway creeps inside now.

You inhale deeply and step inside. You see him in the straitjacket with the back turned towards you; there is no green hair, his head is shaved.

“Oh, goodie, more fun, I was getting bored,” J huffs and you start silently crying, approaching him and not saying anything. “You guys never talk to me, I’m beginning to think you don’t like me. Can someone leave the light on at least? I’m in the darkness all the time, except for when you take me out for fun times. I think I’m going blind.”

You start unstrapping the metal hooks from his jacket and once it’s done you toss it to the ground. He has nothing under the jacket and you can’t help but noticing the numerous bruises, bullet scars and cuts of all sizes on his skin.

“Who’s going first, hm? Don’t be shy, guys, it’s not like you,” he keeps on rambling, unaware of what’s going on. “Like I said, I was getting bored so let’s get on with it!” The Joker snickers because when does he ever know when to cut it out.

You kiss his neck and wrap your hands around his chest, whispering in his ear:

“You still talk too much, handsome.” You feel his heart beating faster and faster and his body relaxes. You can’t see the smirk on his face when he tells you:

“What took you so long, baby?”

He slowly turns around in your arms and you hug him tight, desperate and relived in the same time, not wanting to let go. He starts purring and firmly holds you, smelling your hair, ecstatic to see you but not wanting to show it too much: “I missed your perfume, these guys here smell horrible,” and he grins when he realizes you are softly laughing even if he can senses the tears still falling from your eyes on his shoulder.

“I thought you were dead,” you finally tilt your head back a bit to gaze at him and he looks so worn out. You kiss him and he growls, content to have his Queen again. “We should get going…” you suggest, not wanting to part from his arms but you really have to.

J grabs your hand and you step outside the cell, when you suddenly stop. “Hold on,” you tell him and pull down the elastic on his Arkham sweatpants for a few moments, looking inside, then you let it go. “OK, it’s you,” you sigh, but you wanted to make sure, just in case.

“You’re such a naughty girl, Doll,” he replies, chuckling, not understanding why you did it, walking again while he pulls you closer to him.

“It’s not what you think,” you smile, wiping your tears, and the confused look on his face makes you continue: “I’ll explain when we get home.” He still looks at you all puzzled. “It’s a long story, I’ll tell you.” “What are you wearing, Pumpkin?!” his steps are getting faster and you quicken the pace too. OH, that.

“Black clothes; I am, was in mourning, I thought you were dead,” you look at your black shorts and top soaked in blood and he yanks at your hand.

“I hate black, it’s such a depressing color, don’t wear this stuff ever again, got it?” The Joker keeps on bickering and for once you don’t even care.

“Fine, I won’t,” you agree, kissing his shoulder.

“I’m not even dead, Kitten,” he rolls his eyes and wants to tease you more because he sure missed doing it.

“How was I supposed to know?! I wasn’t even sure if I was going to find you here,” you whine, playing along because you realize he needs this after such a long time; you just know how he works.

Frost waits at the main entrance and hears your voices getting closer and closer; it sure sounds like an argument which means you found him and he takes a deep breath, grateful his boss was indeed here and the ordeal is over.

“…are you going to let your hair grow?! I’m not crazy about the bold look,” your voice resonates behind the door that Jonny is fast to open.

“I didn’t have a choice when they shaved my head, Princess, and I am handsome anyway, you shouldn’t care.”

“Well, I do care, call me superficial,” you grumble as you pass by Jonny. He sees J slapping your butt and you giggle, amused, not remembering being so happy in your life. “Sir,” Jonny greets, straightening his shoulders. My God, does the Joker seem even more frightening and intimidating without his green locks or what?!

“Frost,” J acknowledges his henchman, grinding his silver teeth. “She’s already driving me nuts,” he scoffs, dragging you towards the mercenaries he notices down the corridor. He halts for a second to tug on your hair and kisses your forehead when you wince in pain, protesting:

“Stop complaining, Y/N, I know you like it.”

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solaciummeae · 8 years

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To Start Over Even When it Seems You’re at the End | Part 2

MOOD MUSIC

Dyson hesitantly walks up to the door, feeling less confident in himself than he has in centuries. The last time he felt this insecure about himself must have been the last time he looked this way.

He clears his throat as he raises his fist to knock on her door. He’s scared of how she’ll react. He so desperately wants to make her happy, He doubts he’ll ever be able to forgive himself for all he’s done to her and put her through– even if she does. He’s just looked at the ground when the door opens and he hears a sharp intake of breath.

“D-Dyson?” Her voice is a mixture of shock and concern. She steps out into the cold night air, wrapping her sweater around herself tighter as she feels the freezing cement beneath her thick socks. Her eyes don’t leave his face. How they rove over his features taking everything in as she wills herself to speak again.

She knows it’s him, she remembers everything about him, down to the tiniest scar he won’t admit that he has. Her hands abandon their post keeping her sweater firmly placed around herself and venture to touch his now young face.

She’s curious, she doesn’t know how this is possible. She catches herself thinking that it can’t be anything good– as well that it seems that things are hardly ever as they seem.

He stands there with a shy smile which only causes the frown to etch further into her face. Her fingers move over his skin lightly. As if coming back to herself she snaps free of her reverie. “How? I mean–what happened? Y-You’re alright aren’t you?” She questions finally.

Dyson covers her hands with his own and curls his fingers around them. He beams at her and shakes his head. “I’m fine. I– well it was supposed to be a surprise. Can we go inside and talk?” He asks softly, tilting his head forward to look her in the eyes. “You shouldn’t be out here in the cold anyway.” He urges, eyeing her stomach.

Emma swallows and shakes her head slowly. She’s still so lost. Why is he so young? What is his explanation? Did he do this on purpose? Why would he do this? The questions fly through her mind, a new one born from each of the last as soon as it fires through.

“No?” Dyson teases with a smirk. He’s known this woman long enough to know when she’s been caught off guard– not that he’s seen it often.

For a second she forgets how distracted she is and purses her lips, throwing him a look that suggests she’s not amused. “Get in the house Thornwood.” She barks before turning on her heel and marching back inside stiffly. The cold has seeped into her body and she quickly finds a place on her couch, wrapping herself up in a comforter.

Dyson enters after she does. He closes the door behind himself and locks it before finally joining her in the living room. He finds his eyes wandering as he hasn’t been here often. It is the place she moved to as a means of getting away from him after all. He takes his station across from her on the couch, a small chuckle escaping as he takes her in.

She gives him another warning glance. “Explain.” She demands, her eyes moving to the fire place in an attempt to keep herself from staring at him.

It’s becoming increasingly difficult to be around her and not have her close. He knows he can’t just expect her to pick up something that until now he’d been foolish enough cast aside. Still, his heart swells with the love he’d buried so deep within himself.

He clears his throat and nods so as to show he heard her. “Well, you know Trick left me the Dal…” He begins, forcing himself not to linger on the sadness of missing his old friend. “You also know how Trick was– always one step ahead of everyone, seemed to have everything planned ahead of time without anyone else knowing.” He goes on.

“It seems he made certain preparations should he not survive the fallout with Hades.” He continues slowly, watching her carefully. “I’ve found five different items with notes in places only I would look around the Dal and I’m inclined to believe there are more.”

Emma squints at the fire trying to predict where this is going. So what? He found something that made him young again? It still doesn’t answer the question of why he’d use it. Why would he want to make himself younger than Bo? Unless of course, he would use it on her too someday. Her eyes don’t leave the flames as she refuses to cut him off and tell him to get to the part that gives her the big picture.

He can’t tell what she’s thinking, a talent she’s had over him for as long as he’s known her. He wishes she would look at him. Rather than tell her the next part, he reaches into his coat pocket and retrieves a glass bottle with a cork in it. It’s about the size of a water bottle and the liquid is clear as though it is. “Emma,” His voice breaks the silence again gently.

Her eyes snap to him instinctively and she sizes up the bottle. She reaches from within the blanket and takes it, inspecting it carefully. She’s not fool enough to believe it’s as ordinary as it looks.

In fact, being who she is, all forms of water are very much a part of her. She senses almost immediately what she holds in her hands now and her eyes look up to him again. Again, she can’t hide her surprise but a smile of her own creeps to her face. “Of course he had this and never used it.” She laughs again forgetting for a minute. She stops abruptly and hands it back.

She inhales for what feels like the first time in a good five minutes. “Well I’m happy for you.” She tells him, keeping her eyes cast down as she hands it back.

Dyson begins to feel like witnessing the pain he’s caused her and his own in turn for doing so will be punishment enough. He deserves her mistrust, her skepticism, and every brick of the wall she’s built up against him. “Emma…” He repeats though this time, it sounds more desperate. He’s begging her to even look at him now. He just needs her to give him a chance.

She doesn’t want to look at him anymore. She’s certain once he leaves it will be her turn to cry again. But she can’t let him know that. Her eyes look upon him with great focus this time. She watches him pull something else from his pocket– a piece of parchment. As he hands it over to her she takes it cautiously.

“That was the note with the bottle.” He explains his voice a mere whisper.

She unrolls the page, almost fearing what she’ll find. The longer she sits here with him, the weaker she feels. She’s caught between wanting him to just leave and needing him to stay. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath knowing that these were some of Trick’s last words. It’s short and she isn’t sure what it means.

To start over even when it seems you are at the end. She will know what it is before you do, as she always does. Don’t lose her again.

She puzzles over the words on the page, her eyebrows pulling tightly together as she tries to make out the cryptic message. The first part makes sense, the Fountain of Youth, but the rest is lost to her. She can only assume he speaks of his granddaughter in the note. As if Emma needed any more reason to hate herself for not being his mate. She hands it back, hardly glancing at him this time. “Like I said Dyson, I’m happy for you.”

He can’t stand it anymore, he’s taken all he can of her not understanding. He needs her to know, now. He takes the paper and drops it to the floor as he shifts closer to her. Admittedly, the mountain of down comforter that surrounds her makes things a little more difficult, but the wolf is determined. His hands cup her face, making it almost uncomfortable for her to look away from him.

“You know, you can be the stupidest– most thick headed-- stubborn woman I have ever met at times.” He complains, his motivation rising as both pairs of blue eyes pierce each other.

He can tell she’s about to argue or tell him to leave but he silences her before more than a sound can be uttered. He moves in closer to her as if pulled to her by some invisible force. His lips press firmly to hers even as she remains reluctant to return his affection. For a fraction of a second he worries that he’s lost her for forever, but he quickly pushes through it with newly found determination.

She’s angry, or is it confused? He’s been doing things like this lately, blurring the lines and it’s beginning to freak her out. She’s upset. She’s sure of that. Stronger than she looks, she shoves him off of her and glares. “What are you doing?” She demands in offense, bringing her hands– one over the other to cover her mouth. To an outsider, it would seem childish but she knows better. She can’t let him in again, she’s done it too many times and it never works out.

He doesn’t even try to hide how hurt he is, not this time. He’s decided that if he really wants this– wants her– he must be completely honest and upfront with her, about everything. “Emma–...”

“Stop saying my name like that.” She fumes defensively.

“I love you Emma.” He finally tells her, practically shouting his voice is so loud.

She flinches and leans back, doing her best to put distance between them again. She’s not sure what’s going on but she doesn’t like it. She doesn’t know how to believe him in this case. She says not a word, simply looking at him as if asking him why he’s doing this to her again.

Dyson feels as if he’d almost rather carve his heart out with a knife than feel the pain that shoots through it now. He would and then hand it to her, it’s rightful owner. “I’m sorry.” His voice cracks.

“But don’t you see? I did this for us– the note was about you.” He’s concise with everything that falls from his mouth because he doesn’t know how much she’ll actually listen to. “I’m so sorry for all that I’ve put you through– I in no way deserve you or your love at this point– and…” His voice falters again as he falls away from her and starts to become visibly upset.

“And I know that– but please…” He pleads. “You’ve asked me a hundred times why I did what I did where it concerns Bo– and the truth is…” He sighs in frustration that it even has to be said.

“She was never my mate– she couldn’t be. She couldn’t be because–” His eyes raise sadly to her as if ready to face the rejection he’s sure is coming. “Because my heart is and always will be yours…”

She might have cut him off some time ago, but she can’t seem to find her tongue. The ability to form words that make any sort of sense has long since left her and now all she can do is listen.

How is this possible? She’s never even dreamt of this moment because to her core she knew it wasn’t possible. She swallows again as he finishes, her heart beating so quickly it feels as if it will give out if it doesn’t slow its pace.

He looks so devastated, as if he’s carried this for so long that he’s finally about to break under the pressure. Her mind screams at her that this is a bad idea–that she can’t let him do this but she tunes it out. “Dyson I–…” She tries. “I will love you until the end of time, for me– you’ll always be the one…but I–”

He cuts her off before she can continue, taking her hands again firmly into his own. “Then trust me with this.” He urges again. “I want you to drink it too, I want our life to be the way it should have been for centuries now. I want to be yours.” He reveals his desires adamantly.

“Dyson…” She utters more than a little unsure of herself. She’d lived long enough to know how to let go and move on from the past. She’d lived long enough to know how to forgive even the worst of things. But this? This was no small proposal. She closes her eyes and takes another large and clearing breath. “Okay…” She finally agrees.

She’s well aware of what she risks, she knows she might end up herself broken again. However, she feels like its different this time, he’s different…–and not just because he’s so young in appearance. Above all, she loves him, more than anyone else she’s ever known.

“Okay?” He repeats inquisitively. “Is that a yes?” He isn’t trying to push his luck but he has to be sure.

She’s still weary, this is happening incredibly fast. But then, how fast could it really be when she’d waited over a thousand years to hear him say such things to her? She throws the blanket off of herself, this time taking the initiative. She’s in no way resistant as she closes the space between them herself. She stops just before she actually kisses him, her eyes darting back and forth between his. “Yes.” She replies before immediately smothering his lips with hers.

In this very moment, he feels capable of anything. She has always been his source of strength and not just in the sense of always having his back. His lips move with hers, greedy for what he’s deprived himself of for too long. His hands grip her arms, holding onto her as fiercely as he can. He pulls back just enough to brush his nose against hers as their lips part. “Gods I love you–so much.” He breathes in her scent.

“Yeah...that’s going to take some getting used to.” She scoffs smiling timidly.

He huffs a laugh of his own. “Probably best you work at that then.” He grins. “For it surely won’t stop now.” He finishes, his jaw jutting forward as he catches her lips again.

#indie rp #indie drabble #lost girl drabble #lost girl rp #dyson thornwood rp #muse: dyson #muse: emma #relationship: a wolf and a water nymph walk into the dal riata #i cant even call this a starter #drabbles: emma #drabbles: dyson #verse: lost girl #series: theres no point now in starting something new; the heart wants what the heart wants

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You’re My Light In The Dark (SL With @LustByTheHour and @SinfulMyrick)

Myrick: -Things had been a little surreal in the last few days since Del had come to the shop. I’d had a lot to think about and a lot to process. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I was more than certain I wanted to give it a try. I owed it to myself as much as I owed it to both of them. I’d spent so much of my life trying to avoid what I was and trying to be the thing my mother and father had expected me to be. I’d made sure that part of my life was over when I moved to the city. Del and I had a lot to talk about, there was every possibility that it was going to blow up in our faces, but it was worth it. I couldn’t live with myself without at least giving it a fair shot.

Dinner was on the stove, sizzling away in a couple of pots and pans, while Leo walked around in the background, nuzzling my hand to get some attention while I watched the food to make sure it didn’t burn. Del was in the next room over, watching something mindless on YouTube on the big screen TV in the living room. Cooking always fell to me. He was terrible at it, I was mediocre, but I wasn’t going to burn the townhouse down, at least.

The sound of the doorbell woke me out of my concentration on the stove in front of me and sent me walking into the hall to calm Leo’s barking. I had no idea who would be ringing the doorbell this time of day. I was usually at the store with Cay, but she’d told me she had some stuff to take care of, so I’d been spending the day at home. She hadn’t been back here since the first day when she’d come home with Del, but if it wasn’t her, then I had no idea who it could me. Del stuck his head out of the doorway to the living room with his brows furrowed and followed me into the foyer as I moved to open the door and see who was waiting on the other side.-

Cay: ^I could only smile as Leo barked from behind the heavy wood door. As much as he was a sweetheart, he still protected what was his. And Myrick and Del were the ones he protected. I had missed him, though. I wanted to see him, but I hadn’t ever felt like running into Del. There was too much temptation. But it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered at this point except me and the baby.

Jesus God. I was pregnant. It was something that was a warning as a child. Girls who didn’t go to church religiously wound up alone and pregnant. I was suddenly one of those girls. But I knew the truth. I wasn’t ever going to be alone. It didn’t matter whose child this was, both of them would hold my hand through all of it.

I was holding my breath as Daddy opened the door. The look of shock on his face was startling. I knew what he was thinking. I was supposed to be at the shop. That’s what I had told him. But it was all a ruse. I just needed to digest this information alone.

I didn’t wait for him to invite me in before I pushed my way in the house. I had been walking around in the cold, and I was finally starting to feel the chill. My voice was a hollow shell as I quickly pulled my jacket off, revealing the white button up that went along with my tattered plaid skirt and black heels.^ Can the three of us talk? There’s something I need to tell you both.

^Again, I didn’t wait for a response before I headed right for the living room. I let a small smile creep along my lips as Leo followed behind me. I guess I was still one of the only people he came right to without calling. Me and Myrick, I presumed. Kicking off my heels, I curled into a tiny ball with Leo under my feet as I waited for Myrick to get settled.^

Del: -Cay breezed past me after coming into the hallway to plop down on the couch along with the dog without even saying a real hello. To be honest, she kind of had my curiosity piqued. I had no idea what the hell it could be that she needed to talk to us both about, but this was the first time she’d been in the house since everything happened, and I wasn’t about to fuck it up now. I walked in along behind her, sitting at the couch that faced her and settled into the cushions. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me next to her or not, but I wasn’t going to be far away no matter what.

Myrick didn’t take long to pop himself into the room behind her, moving to the seat beside her and Leo, his hand stroking through the dog’s fur as he looked over at her expectantly. I decided I needed to be the one to break the ice since neither of us had actually spoken yet- So Beautiful, this is clearly something big. Why don’t you just go ahead and tell us?

-I was blunt; I always was, and there was no tempering it now when she had me more than just a little nervous. I had no way of knowing what she was going to say, and I was terrified she was about to tell the two of us that she just couldn’t do this anymore when we’d finally just seemed to find our places-

Myrick: -I settled nervously into the seat, going back to my habit of stroking a hand along Leo’s back to soothe the both of us. I wasn’t surprised at the way he followed Cay to the couch and curled up along with her. There weren’t many people he was that friendly with. Not that he was a bad dog, just kind of shy. I’d been amazed when he’d gone to her the first day, and now he took to her like she’d been here for years, even though it was only her second time seeing him. I kind of loved him for that. Almost like he loved our girl as much as I did.

I had no clue what Cay was going to say, but i was going to give her every chance to say it. She was here for the first time in weeks, and I was ready to listen- Go on, Baby Love. We’re listening.

Cay: ^They were both looking at me like I was about to end their world. And in a way, I kind of was. But it wasn’t what they were thinking. Not even close. They thought was I was about to walk away from them. I couldn’t, though. Even if the baby wasn’t a factor. I was forever drawn to the two of them.

I kept my eyes on the floor as I tried to think of the words that needed to come out of my mouth. I had to apologize to Daddy, first and foremost. I could feel my hands start to shake as my eyesight got blurry with tears. This wasn’t in any way easy for me. My voice was almost broken as I turned to Daddy. I had to get through this.^ I lied to you, Daddy. I haven’t been at the shop at all today. I begged Mellie and Cass to give me a day off because I needed to go to the doctor. I told them it was something that you wanted me to do.

^Clearing my throat, I looked back down at the floor as I felt the panic start to kick in. This could be a complete disaster. I could feel my stomach flipping as I tried to keep myself from freaking out completely. But there was only so much I could do. I could lie, again. I could tell them it was nothing. But now I was scaring them to death. Especially with the way I was reacting.^ When I was counting the tills after you and Sir left, I got hit with a very startling realization. And I needed to know the truth. So I lied to you. I told you that I had stuff to do around the shop. The truth was that I did go to the doctor. And I found out that I am pregnant.

Myrick: -I followed what she was saying, though the words were coming out in a jumble. I could her her panicking. My mind wandered over all the things that she could be about to say. She went to the doctor. Was there something wrong with her? My mind rolled through the thousand possibilities, and then her last sentence registered.

Pregnant. She was pregnant, and she was here to tell us both because, at least right now, there was no way of knowing which of us was the father. I kind of froze for a minute, not quite sure how to react. My first response was to be excited though. And I knew she was terrified. It only took me a moment to process my thoughts on the whole thing. It didn’t really matter whose baby it was. It belong to all of us in my head. Leaning in to gather her into my side in spite of the dog between us, I planted a kiss on her temple. I had no way of knowing how Del was going to react, and I didn’t care. But if the change in his behavior lately was any indication, things were going to work out.

I whispered to her, my lips brushing across her ear.- You could have told me, you know? It’s ok. I get it. And I’m going to have to admit I’m a little excited.

Del: -I watched the two of them for a moment before I got up off my place on the couch and slid into the space left vacant by Cay when Myrick pulled her into his side. I was smart enough to figure this out. She was pregnant. And it was one of ours.

The first wave that hit me after the shock wore off was fear, but then I thought about things. Fuck it. I’d spent enough time running from shit. I wasn’t running anymore. And I wasn’t running from her. I was in love with Cay whether I wanted to admit it or not. So maybe this wasn’t what we planned, but it was for god damned sure what happened. And I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather share this with than these two- Well, fuck me. -reaching out to run the back of my hand across her cheek out of instinct- I want you to move in here with the two of us. If we’re going to be a family then we ought to be here together. And before you say shit, no I don’t give a flying fuck whose baby it is. It’s ours.

Cay: ^I could only sniffle as I listened to both of them. I could have done it with them. I could have gone to the doctor with Daddy. I didn’t have to do this on my own. But I needed to. I had to get used to the idea in my head before I could come to either one of them. I could only watch Daddy, though. As soon as Sir said the baby was ours, I knew what he meant. The baby belonged to the three of us. Sir would be a Daddy to the baby, even if it was Daddy’s baby. Sir was serious about trying things with all three of us. And I could see the hesitation melt away from Daddy with Sir’s words.

But I had to think about what Sir had just said. He wanted me to move in. I couldn’t lie. It was the one thing I wanted. But at the same time, I had to take the shop into consideration. The reason I was supposed to own the shop was because I practically lived there. I could take care of everything easily because I was right there. If I moved here, there was going to be somethings that I couldn’t do as easily. Granted, those things were going to go out the window the more I thought about being pregnant.^ I need to talk to Mellie and Cass. They need to know what’s going on. Cass is going to go nuts and spoil this baby. Probably more than the three of us combined.

^My eyes focused on Daddy as I cracked a smile. He wanted all of this just as much as Sir did. And I could absolutely give it to them. But I wasn’t about to invade their space. I also didn’t want to incite a fight between the two of them if I didn’t have my own space. I didn’t want them fighting over who I was sleeping with.^ I’ll move some of my stuff in. I still have to worry about the shop. There are some nights I won’t be able to be here logistically. But I get my own room. I need my own space. Especially since the two of you are so far apart in the dom spectrum. I’ll need space to transition. And I get Leo. Every night. No questions asked.

Myrick: -I opened my mouth to start a reply and suddenly remembered the food I’d left cooking on the kitchen stove, moving away from Cay with a mumbled curse- Shit… -realizing I needed to explain myself to both of them before they took my response the wrong way- I left dinner on the stove. Give me a minute before I set the house on fire?

-All it took was Cay’s giggle for a grin to spread across my face, and then I hurried out of the room. It gave me a moment to think about things on my own. I wanted this, more than I knew how to say, but even more than that, I wanted it with the both of them. Del rushing over to her side and calling the baby ours hit me more than I was going to admit at the moment. I figured the time would come where I could pull him to the side and talk to him or talk to them both, but for now, the thought of the three of us being a family, with a baby on the way, made me happier than I remembered being in my life.

It was second nature for me to pull three plates down from the cupboard and begin preparing dinner for all three of us for the first time together. Three plates… Three sets of silverware… Three glasses… It was right, even righter than making two of everything.

There was no way I was going to be able to carry all three plates at once into the room beyond. So I grabbed the first one, a plate of gnocchi I’d been working on making from scratch since the beginning of the day, and carried it into the living room, placing it down on the table in front of Cay- Baby Love, I need you to eat. And you can have Leo whenever you want. -leaning down to press a kiss to her temple with a soft laugh- I can’t blame him for liking you better than me anyway. I’ll be back in a minute. -moving to go get my own plate before I remembered that Del’s was in the kitchen too.

Glancing over at Del with a nod- Yours is on the kitchen counter. I figured we would eat in here since it’s more comfy than the dining room if that’s alright with you. -raising an eyebrow with a smile-

Del: -I couldn’t help but laugh as I pushed myself up from the cough- Baby Girl, we will be right back. -tagging along behind Myrick as he walked into the kitchen to grab his plate. I knew we needed to talk and there would be time for it later. Tonight, we were going to have dinner with our girl. She deserved that much and a whole hell of a lot more.

My mind ran to her requests as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the plate. It was a quick trip, only a minute to walk into the other room and grab a plate, but it was long enough to think about a few things. There were a couple of empty bedrooms in the house, but the other one was on the same floor as mine. The third floor was a pain in the ass on a bad day, and if she was pregnant, there was no way she was going to want to walk up four flights of stairs with swollen ankles and all that. The one at the end of the hall on the first floor was perfect.

It was almost the biggest room in the house, and it had it’s own bathroom ensuite so she could have her privacy if she needed it. There was a dressing room attached with a walk in closet. It had been my grandmother’s room when she lived here, and the dressing room had been my father’s nursery. It was only fitting that it should be Cay’s now. I sat back down in my place on the couch, Myrick flanking Cay’s other side as we settled in- I know the perfect room for you, if you want it. It’s on the first floor. We can walk down there and look at it when we’re done eating if you want.

Cay: ^I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as Daddy handed me the plate. Setting it on the table in front of me, I slipped down onto the floor with the table sitting just above my chest. Looking down at the plate, I felt my stomach grumble at the gnocchi. It had always been one of my favorite dishes, and I couldn’t wait to dig into it.

Waiting for it to cool, I let my head rest on the spot I had just slipped from. I had to think everything through about work. I knew I had to talk to Mellie before any of this was official. And I knew that while I talked to Mellie, I could get Myrick to talk to Cass. We could get everything figured out. And I would feel better if I went in with a plan for what was about to happen while I was somewhat out of the picture.^ So, I know this isn’t something that either one of you needs, but I need to do it. I need to have a plan in place when I go to talk to Mellie. I need to show her that I’m still responsible. That I can still handle running the shop even if there are restrictions on me.

^I bit down on my bottom lip as I thought about what I was about to ask them. I could make it work for them. There were two deliveries a week. We could keep the apartment above the shop for the nights where I was staying there. One of the guys could stay with me to receive the shipment and then crawl back into bed with me after. I knew I could ask Myrick to handle the shop deliveries. I could only hope Del would handle the deliveries for the club.^ Twice a week, I’d have to stay at the apartment. At least for now. And I figured one of you could stay with me each night? Tuesday nights could be with Daddy because I get shop deliveries. Thursday nights with Sir for club deliveries? Would the two of you be open to helping me out in the shop even without the shipments? Because there’s still some stuff I won’t be able to do. And I can trust the two of you to help me.

Myrick: -I’d basically been living at the shop since I’d found Cay again. And Cassi had been showing me things around there when Cay wasn’t looking. I knew more about the place than she knew, and I knew that someone being there to get the shipments was one of the more important things. Cay being there saved Amelia and Cass a lot of work, and time they could be spending together. And I knew how much Cay loved having responsibility for things around there. I was more than willing to help out- Baby Love, I’ll be there whenever you need me there. And do whatever you need me to do. It’s not like I’m busy working around here. I’m sure the days I’m working Del can figure out how to feed himself -laughing softly as I move to run a hand through her hair.

I had no idea what Del was going to say, but I was going to be there whatever she needed.-

Del: -What Cay was asking wasn’t much. There wasn’t any way she was going to be able to do it on her own without help from the two of us. And to ask one night a week from each of us was only fair. Plus it gave me the opportunity to have to her to myself from time to time. I had to admit the selfish side of me liked that idea. There were moments when I wanted both of them, just to surround myself with the family I’d chosen over the one I’d been born into.

There were other times when I felt the need to have one or the other of them to myself. We had a lot to work out, but I knew that whatever we figured out, we were going to make this work. If not out of selfishness then out of care for the baby. I knew one thing for certain, this kid wasn’t going to be brought up the way I had been or the way Ricky had been. They weren’t going to be mountains of expectations heaped on their head before they were able to walk, and whatever they needed to be, they were going to have room to be.

I was pretty sure that both Cay and Myrick were going to kick my ass if I ever started to turn out anything like my father.- Then we do it. I’ll take whatever night the club delivery is. He will take the shop. And you can show me how to work all the rest of the shit around there. We will figure it out. -grinning at the way Myrick ran his fingers through her hair as I spoke-

Cay: ^I could only purr softly as Daddy’s fingers ran through my hair. I was pleased with both of them agreeing to help. Biting down on my bottom lip, I turned my attention to Sir. A small smile was on my lips as I thought about everything. There was no doubt in my mind that he would do anything to make me happy. It was who he was.^ I know we have a lot to figure out. Especially with the three of us. But I want you to come with me to talk to Mellie, Sir. I’m pretty sure you owe her a few thank yous.

^I hadn’t ever been stupid. I knew Mellie was the one that kicked Sir’s ass into talking to me and Daddy. And I owed her everything because of it. But she also ensured that I wouldn’t have to go through this alone. I had two men that would do anything I asked. She gave me everything that completed my life.^ Thank you for accepting all of this. You both could have turned me away when I said I was pregnant. But you didn’t. You just accepted it, and love me for it.

^I didn’t want to assume anything about Sir’s feelings. But I was half in love with him. I always had been. And it was something Daddy never held against me. It made me love my Daddy more. He encouraged me to explore those feelings. And it was one of the things I was most excited to do.

Turning my attention back to the food in front of me, I quickly speared a couple of gnocchis before popping them into my mouth. I knew what I wanted to say, and I knew it would make both of them happy.^ Can I stay here tonight? I mean, we can go back to the shop to talk to Mellie and Cass tonight, but I want to be here. We can get some of my stuff from the apartment and slowly start moving me in. But I need to be under the same roof as both of you.

Del: -nodding as I watched Cay eat, less interested in the food on the plate in front of me than in the girl who sat on the floor between us. We had a lot to talk about, with Amelia and Cassidy, but also between ourselves. I had no idea what Myrick was thinking, but some of the things he’d said tonight had gotten the gears turning. There was time. In fact, there was nothing but time, because I was in this for the long haul.

The spare room at the end of the hall was ready for guests like it always was. I had a housekeeper in here and she changed the sheets every so often and made sure the bathroom was clean and stocked with everything someone might need to spend the night. You never knew around here when someone might pop in. Sometimes it would be months, other times they would appear out of nowhere. That room was Cay’s now, and whatever she wanted to do with it was going to happen, though I wasn’t telling her that yet. I was certain that between Myrick giving in to every single whim his Little Girl had, and me deciding that this was the one thing I needed more than air that she was going to get everything she asked for and even the things she didn’t. -

You can stay here whenever you want, Baby Girl. You don’t have to even ask. Just show up. I’ll get you a key made tomorrow, and I’ll give you the number for my driver so you can go wherever you want, whenever you want, okay?

-I couldn’t stop myself from running the side of my foot along her thigh where she sat curled up on the floor in front of the coffee table eating with a soft chuckle-

Myrick: -I just kind of sat back and observed the scene in front of me, more than little absorbed in the fact that this was how it could always be if we were here together. The gears were turning because this just felt right, for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever. There was nothing missing or out of place. No one was fighting any part of them. It reminded me of when I’d finally come to terms with the fact that I was a Daddy, when I reconciled the part of myself that needed that and the part of myself that desired the “normality” I’d been brought up to.

I didn’t want to be my parents. I knew what kind of cost that type of normal came at. It came at cutting off parts of you that were vital to being alive, making yourself fit the form of what everyone else thought you should be. Del had always been good at bucking those types of expectations and just being unapologetically who he was, or at least who he thought he should be. His problem was knowing when to stop pushing everyone away and actually give someone a chance, even if it meant giving them a chance to hurt you. And mine was always the opposite, knowing when to be selfish, knowing when to take hold of something that I wanted and never let it go, even when it didn’t meet the expectations of everyone around me.

This was what I wanted, and I wanted it with both of them. There was no use denying it, as nervous as it made me and as much as I hadn’t thought that was a part of who I was. I hadn’t thought a lot of things were part of who I was, but I’d been proven wrong over and over. The only thing to do for it then had been to accept it, to wrap my head around it and work it into my life. It worked for me once before, so why did I even question that it was going to work this time?

My hand strayed though her hair, and I glanced up at Del with a smile before returning my attention to my plate. There were a lot of things we needed to talk about, all three of us, and we needed to bring in Cassi and Amelia as soon as we could. There was so much going on that it was probably going to take a few days for all of it to hit me, but we had time. That was the beautiful thing about this. As long as all three of us were committed to it, we had all the time in the world-

Cay: ^There was something about having the three of us here together. It was fitting. I belonged with the two of them. Even when I felt like I deserved nothing, they were going to be there to remind me that I did. I needed to be reminded that this wasn’t the end of the world. I was going to be okay. Nothing was going to matter as long as I was here.

I still didn’t know how this was going to work. I didn’t know how Daddy was feeling about Sir confessing his feelings. But I needed to get some things settled in my mind. I needed everyone to know that this wasn’t going to be easy on me. There were going to be days where I wasn’t going to be able to do anything. There were days I wasn’t going to be ablet to be who they wanted me to be.^

I know things are going to be trial and error here. I want to spend as much time with both of you that I can. But the truth is that there is going to be times where I just want my Daddy, or I just want my Sir. And I need the two of you to be okay with that. There may be times where I want both of you together, but I’m not pressuring either of you to do something you’re not comfortable with.

^My eyes were focused on Daddy as I said that because I didn’t know where he was in his head. I knew he was completely on board with me exploring my feelings for Sir. And I had told him to take the time he needs to figure it all out. The last thing I could ever want was for Daddy to push himself into something he wasn’t ready for. I couldn’t handle the idea of him resenting me. Turning my head to my other side, I felt my hands push the plate further back on the table as I curled up into a small ball with my knees to my chest. I wasn’t sure how to approach this, but it was something I needed to talk about. I let my eyes fall on Sir as I tried to gather the small amount of courage I needed to go to the next topic.^

I want to spend time with you in the playroom. I want you to be my Sir. There has never been a doubt in my mind about it. But I don’t think I can do a complete 24 hour a day, 7 days a week with you. From one night together, I know how our relationship will play out. And it’s not going to be healthy for me. I also can’t bounce between the two halves of my personality so quickly. Being Daddy’s Little Girl is different. It’s not a side of me I ever knew was there, but it is the most dominant side of my personality. I was meant to be his Little Girl all the time. And as much as I want to be your submissive, Sir, I can’t put my mental health at risk.

Del: -I knew what she was saying right away, and I understood. I didn't know how to tell her I couldn't be that for her all the time. I would have tried if she'd wanted, and I would have burnt myself out in the process. Something like the first time we were together took a lot out of me. There was a reason I’d passed out and slept so hard I didn’t even know she’d left the bed in the morning.- Cay, I know you’ve got no way of knowing this, neither of you do, but after a night like the first one we had together, I fall hard. I drop into exhaustion and just get worn the hell out. That’s why I haven’t had people spend the night, why I haven’t taken on a sub full-time ever in my life, why I’ve never even really had a girlfriend. I mean, I’ve dated people, I’ve had regular subs I saw from time to time, but never full time. I’d probably kill myself with exhaustion if I tried. I don’t have a problem with not being 24/7, and you’re right. The whole Daddy thing is a natural extension of Ricky’s personality. It’s like breathing, so doing that all day is just living for him.

-I shrugged and moved in closer, feeling a little vulnerable at admitting something to the two of them I wasn’t sure I’d ever told anyone before. In fact thinking back on it, I was pretty damn certain I never had. But if this was going to work, I was going to have to trust the both of them with everything I had.- I don’t just want you as a submissive anyway, Baby Girl. I want a whole hell of a lot more than that. You’re a whole hell of a lot more than that. -It was all I knew how to say to her. I loved her. More than I’d loved anyone ever. I loved the man sitting opposite me, but in a different way. This was my family and this was where I belonged-

Myrick: -I could read the look in Cay’s face when she looked up at me as she was talking, but I let Del answer without interrupting. There was a lot there I could address. She was right about it being easy to be 24/7 for me, and so was he. They knew me well enough to understand that, probably better than I did myself. I needed to talk to Del and figure out what we were doing, but I knew it was going to be something. Cay was talking about all three of us, and I found my mind drifting to a few places. It was something I wanted, at least wanted to try. I wanted to give all of this a chance, but I needed to talk it out with them each one-on-one before I knew for certain what was going to happen.

Del was over there, being more sincere than I’d heard in a really long time, since I’d first met him. He was usually untouchable, invulnerable, and just beyond anything that might reach him. Tonight, he was far more defenseless than I’d ever seen. I decided to let the two of them talk this out for now. I didn’t need to intercede, but I was listening, deciding where this was going for sure before I spoke-

If you two will excuse me, I’m going to go wash up in the kitchen. -Dipping down to press a kiss to the top of Cay’s head before I scooped the empty plates up in my hands to carry off to the sink, pausing to whisper against her ear- I love you, Baby Love. -before I stood back up and made my way across the hallway into the room I spent the most time in.-

Cay: ^I could only hum softly as Daddy told me he loved me. There was still so much to talk about with all three of us, but I felt somewhat blessed he was giving us some time just by ourselves. Standing from the floor, I settled myself back in Del’s lap. This wasn’t about being his sub. This was just about us being together and getting our cards on the table.^ I know Mellie probably told you everything about me. So I’m not going to get into that too much. But what you need to know is that I’ve never felt this way about one guy, let alone two. You and Daddy complete me in a way I never thought possible. I didn’t have much in the way of boyfriends when I was growing up. We weren’t allowed to date. It wasn’t the catholic way. We weren’t allowed until we were eighteen. So this whole dating thing is new to me, too. And I just stumbled upon the two of you.

^Taking a breath, I wrapped my arms around Del’s neck and pressed my lips to his in a gentle kiss. Pulling back, I let myself relax in his lap. I knew this was where I was supposed to be. I was meant to be working this out. I wanted the three of us to be something more than what we were.^ I know the three of us need to figure everything out. But this? Us? I think this is right. I think that as long as you’re okay with me not submitting every second of every day, we’ll be fine. As long as you accept my feelings for both you and Daddy, we’ll be okay. It’s just about communication.

Del: -I let her relax into my frame, melting into the kiss, the first one I’d gotten from her since she came here the first time. My hands snaked their way around her waist and pulled her closer. This was right. This was exactly what I wanted, and it didn’t bother me that she had feelings for the man clanking around the kitchen. So did I, to be honest. I couldn’t blame her for feeling something that I felt myself. I leaned in and pressed another kiss to her lips, lingering there for a moment before I pulled away to speak- Then we communicate. And I could say all the same things to you. We have a lot to figure out, but it’s going to work out. I’m going to talk, and I’m going to listen. I’m not going to lose you now. -leaning my forehead against hers to look into her eyes.

I needed her to know I meant every word I said to her, that I was going to do whatever I needed to do to keep from losing her or him. I had a family starting up for the first time in my life, and I wasn’t going to lose it now-

Cay: ^I nodded against Del’s head as I felt the honesty in the moment wash over us. There was only one thing missing, and that was very easily remedied. All I needed to do was call him back. I could hear him finish up the dishes. I wanted to be in there helping him, but the truth was that I needed to have this small talk with Del about what we were doing. I needed him to accept me as I was and not as something I couldn’t be. But I missed Daddy not being in here. Today was turning into one of those days where I just needed both of them.

My voice was almost an innocent chime as I turned my head back towards the kitchen. I wasn’t sure if he was going to be open to it, but I needed to address it. Just for my own wellbeing. And the truth was, I needed to put myself first for the time being. Especially with the baby. I couldn’t have any residual stress from this entire situation.^ Daddy? Can you come back? I think we all need to talk about what the three of us are doing.

Myrick: -I heard Cay call me in from the living room as I was finishing up with rinsing the last of the dishes on their way into the dishwasher. It was a quick trip to make my way back into the room to find the two of them curled up on the couch together. In any other situation, I might have felt a pang of jealousy or disappointment at the sight, but this was entirely different. The two of them needed to work out the way they felt about each other after everything that had happened, and I had to admit, it was the first time I’d ever seen Del with a girl where the two of them weren’t practically ripping each other’s clothes off. It was odd, but not in a bad way.

Besides, the two of them had called me back into the room. They wanted me here. That had to be a good sign. They could have easily left me in there to clean up after dinner and had the time to themselves. I would have given it to them if they’d wanted. I slid gladly into my old place on the couch before sliding closer and slipping my arm around behind Del’s back on the couch, keeping a small space just in case I was intruding- You rang, Baby Love?

Cay: ^I could only narrow my eyes at Daddy. He was close, but he was still so far away. But I could see the reasoning in his eyes. He wasn’t sure if we wanted him that close. But the truth was, we needed him that close. It was a matter of if he wanted to be that close. Clearing my throat, I turned to look at the man that was keeping us, quite literally, at arm’s length.^ We want you closer. But I can see it in your eyes. You’re not sure about all of this. You’re still in your head about all of us. And as much as you know that’s okay, I think you made a decision. I don’t want this to be about what makes me and Del happy. I want this to be about what makes all three of us happy. And to be honest, I think you want to try.

^Biting my lip, I wasn’t sure if I was overstepping my bounds. But I knew the truth about my guys. They both tended to get stuck in their heads if they weren’t sure about anything. I knew I was going to be the one that always pulled them out. And that was fine. They would talk sense into me when I was being unreasonable, and they would do the same to each other. It was who they were. We all knew our roles. We knew what we needed to do to help each other come out of what was bothering us.^ I’m not trying to push you into a relationship with Del. But in your own head, I know you want to do it. I just want you to know that I’m okay with it. You’re okay with me and Del, Del is okay with me and you. I will always accept that Del is a part of you that you can’t let go.

Myrick: -I sat a little shocked into silence when she spoke. It wasn't that she was wrong, but that she had read me perfectly, probably better than I could have read myself. I thought for a moment and then moved in closer, snaking my arm around Del’s shoulders and settling in closer.- Well, there's no use in pretending you're wrong, Baby Love. -letting my apprehension melt into a soft chuckle. There was no point in being scared. Rationally, I knew that, when when the irrational side of me didn't-

I've been meaning to talk to both of you. I wasn't sure whether to do it together or separately, but I guess now is as a good a time as any. -I shrugged a little and moved in closer- I knew how I felt about Cay, and I thought I knew how I felt about you, Del, but maybe there was more. And maybe, it’s worth exploring… -I could feel myself not being completely honest with even me and shook my head- Forget maybe. It’s worth it to me. I need both of you in my life, and I want this. -reaching up to run a hand through Del’s tousled hair at the same time I move to run a few fingers across Cay’s cheek- If you’ll have me.

Del: -I hadn’t been expecting to hear that from Myrick so soon. I knew him, and I figured he’d go back and forth about it for days or even weeks before he came clean. But Cay had this way of bringing the brave part of him out. She’d always had it, since the first time she stumbled into the kitchen in one of my shirts and wound up wrapped around him on the countertop.

It was a little surreal to have his fingers in my hair, but I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. It was the best kind of surreal. All of this was. Here we all were together like some kind of fucked up Valentine’s day card, and I fucking loved it. I leaned into the touch shooting both of them a grin-

So, you mean, you’re asking me if I’ll have you? -laughing softly- You do remember I’m the one who came up with this crazy idea to begin with.

Myrick: -I shook my head, pulling in closer, though I kept my hands on both of them. I wasn’t sure what to say. He was right. She was right. Me asking if it was what they wanted was stupid. They were the ones who were waiting on me.- No, you’re right. -laughing again- You’re both right. I just need to let go and do the thing. -leaning in closer again until I’m close enough to brush a kiss across Cay’s lips, lingering there for a moment, my fingers threading into her hair. One long kiss before I pull away, moving my attention to Del, fingers still in his hair as my lips meet his with a soft intake of air-

Cay: ^I could only smile as the two of them finally came together in a kiss. And it was somewhat fitting that I was settled in Del’s lap. It was the perfect way to keep the three of us connected. I could only hold the giggle in for so long, though. The two of them broke away with impish smiles before Del pressed another kiss to my lips. Daddy’s lips quickly found my temple.

I wasn’t sure where this entire adventure was going, but I knew that we were complete. With my eyes on Del, I let a hand wrap around Daddy’s^ I want to stay with the two of you. But you both have to tell me if you want time together. I’m not a mind reader. I won’t always know. And yes, I know. I will tell you if I want one over the other. That’s the only way all of this will work. We have to talk. We need to be honest. We can’t let the jealousy get to us. It’ll destroy us quickest.

Del: -grins and pulls Cay in closer, gathering her to my chest as she spoke. I was surprised as fuck when Myrick leaned in to kiss me. It was a different kiss than the one we’d shared weeks ago. That one was passionate and full of anger and confusion, at least on my part. On his, nothing but shock had registered. It was more than just the first time I’d kissed him. It was the first time he’d ever kissed a guy.

This one was softer and filled with intention. I had to admit I enjoyed it more than I was expecting, not that I hadn’t imagined kissing him again, but it wasn’t like that. I didn’t have a lot of experience with that for all the experience I did have. The emotion made it something entirely different.

Cay being sandwiched there between us made it that much better. She was a part of all of this, a huge part, and I wanted her there for all of it- Then we figure it out. We talk. We always have to talk. None of us are psychic. I’m going to fuck up. I’m going to want time to myself. I’m going to want both of you to myself sometimes and sometimes I’m going to be selfish as fuck and want everything. And I’m just going to own that. Straight up.

All you have to do is tell me, Little Red. I’m here for you, but I suck at figuring out this whole thing without you telling me what’s up. It’s not cause I’m selfish so much as I’m clueless as hell.

Myrick: -I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks after the kiss, half burying my face in Cay’s hair to kiss her temple until I felt the heat pass. I had no idea what had possessed me to do that, but I enjoyed it, and I wanted to do it again. I planned to in the future. We’d figure the rest out as we went.- We’ve got time. Time together to figure out all of this. You’ve got her to slap you into shape, and me. I’m going to need a little slapping into shape myself. -shrugs- Don’t let me hide in my head. Don’t let me get lost in thinking too much or worrying about what everyone else thinks.

-The second guessing came naturally, the voice of my mother ingrained in my head and telling me everything that I was doing the wrong way. This situation included. I had to shut all of that off, had to let go and decide for myself what I wanted, and what I needed. And the two things were the exact same thing. I needed both of them. I needed her to curl up in my lap and bury her head in my shoulder, to show up wearing a plaid skirt and a button up shirt with knee socks, just because she knew it drove me crazy. And I needed him to keep me on my toes, to drive me absolutely insane and challenge everything I always thought was true about myself without ever having to actually think about it. He made me think. I needed to think. Between the two of them was everything that I needed. -

Cay: ^Kicking my legs across Daddy’s lap, I could only think about the words he had just said. I knew the truth was that he was going to get lost in his own head. But there was something about him asking us for help. It hit a spot in my chest where I could feel the tears starting to prick my eyes. He was showing me that he needed us just as much as we needed him. I didn’t want to hide from them. I couldn’t. Not anymore. Not when they were both opening themselves up to me like this. Daddy was jumping head first into something that could bring disaster down on him, but he was doing it for the two of us.

All of this was for the three of us. We all wanted to be with each other. And we weren’t deluding ourselves into thinking it was going to be easy. It was going to be a challenge. But we knew that the only thing we could do to keep us going was to talk about it. Share our struggles. Share our fears. Celebrate our victories.

I wanted to crawl into Daddy’s lap. But I wasn’t sure how Del would feel about it. I wasn’t sure if it was something either one of them was going to be okay with. I didn’t know how to transition from each of them. But I let my lips crack into a smile as I nudged Daddy’s leg before looking up at Del.^ You gonna call him Daddy, too?

Del: -a laugh left my lips before I fully registered the question enough to formulate a response. It hasn't ever occurred to me exactly what I was going to call him if we got this far. I wasn't entirely certain we'd ever even get here, but here we were. He'd just kissed me of his own volition. Anything was possible, and I was okay with that-

I don't know what to call him. If he wants me to…. I mean I guess I can call him Daddy.

-I wasn't sure what to say. For the first time in my life, I was nervous around him. I knew exactly what I felt, but I wasn't sure what he felt. And I knew who he was and what he thought he needed out of life. I wasn't necessarily it.

I knew I was second guessing myself a little. Being happy had a way of making me terrified. If I didn't care about anything I had nothing to lose and right now, I was sandwiched inside of a cocoon of everything I had to lose. I was happy and scared all in the same moment.

It took a swallow and deep breath to push the fear I felt welling up down into the box I needed to keep it contained to. Fear was the reason I'd fucked all this up to begin with. It would leave me sabotaging things just to control how they ended and leave them on my own terms instead of taking the chance at getting hurt. Cay and Myrick were worth the chance.

Glancing over at Myrick with a shrug- Well, what do you think about all of it, Daddy? -laughing as I leaned in closer to try to steal another kiss when I felt my lips burning for his-

Myrick: -my hand moved to the back of Del's head out of instinct, pulling him in closer at the same moment I wrapped my other arm around Cay, bringing her into the group as well, until I let my lips move down along the line of her neck in the instant hers found Del’s. Lost for a moment in the way the three of us could work together so that no one was left out. To be honest, that was my biggest fear. Not that I couldn't have feelings for Del, because when I sat down and thought about it I had always cared about him. I just hasn't ever thought to take it to that level before now

What terrified me the the most was the two of them deciding they didn't need me, but here they were wanting me to be a part of all of it, even debating what my title was going to be. I wasn't even sure what I wanted Del to call me, to be honest. My lips moving away from Cay’s skin just enough to mutter as I glanced up towards him- We can figure it all out. We've got all the time in the world. And if It's Daddy or Myrick or whatever else you want then it's going to work. The words don't really matter so much.

Cay: ^I could see the wheels in Daddy’s head going. He was thinking way too hard about something. And I didn’t want him to get lost. I knew him. I knew that he would overthink whatever was bothering him. Winding my fingers into his dark hair, I gently pull the locks to get his eyes on mine.^ You can’t go where you’re going. We’ll figure all of this out. I’m not going anywhere. Del isn’t going anywhere. Even if you think we’ll get tired of you one day, we can’t go anywhere. Not when we don’t know whose baby this is. And once we know, we’ll have already settled into a groove. A Baby Love is only a good Baby Love if her Daddy is with her.

^It was something I had heard Daddy tell me a lot. A Daddy was only good when his Baby Love needed him. And I absolutely needed him. I knew the truth about me when I was in little mindset. I was extremely clingy and needy. I questioned myself more than I thought possible. Those were the times I needed the most reassurance. But now I was in a unique situation. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but both of the men in front of me were going to be more vulnerable than I had ever seen them before. We were all going to have doubts. We were all going to have the same fears.^

I need both of you. Yes, I was good with just Daddy, but he saw that I was missing something. He knew I had feelings for you. He knew that I wanted to explore this. And he never made me feel bad for it once everything was out on the table. I don’t want to hide from either of you. I don’t want to pretend that I just want my Daddy. I know you both have a fear in the back of your mind. You’re both scared that I will eventually decide that I just want one of you. I’ll just want Daddy, or I’ll just want Sir. But I’m just as scared that you’ll decide I’m not worth it. You’ll decide that you want to be just the two of you, and all I’ll be is the mother of your child. But It’s not something I’m going to give energy to. As much as I don’t think I deserve both of you, I am going to be insanely selfish and keep the two of you. I need both of you, and I’m hoping it’s the same for you.

Myrick: - Cay noticed me slipping. Of course she noticed. She always paid attention to me, even when I was trying to disappear. It was going to be hard not to let my mind wander to places where it didn’t need to go. Logically, I knew that she loved me, and I knew that she loved him. She loved us both. I was starting to figure out my own feelings, and I knew Del was a little more certain of his. We had a lot to figure out, but we needed to do it together.

I leaned into Cay’s hand, enjoying the way her fingers felt threaded into my hair as I took a soft breath- We’re in this together as far as I’m concerned. All of us. And you’re the mother of our child, but you’re our girl too. We’re only what we are because you’re here. Just don’t ever forget that, Baby Love. -turning my head so her fingers slipped from my hair to press a kiss into her palm. My own hand moving across Del’s shoulder and up along the curve of his neck to brush against his jaw.-

I like you selfish, believe it or not, and I enjoy spoiling you. Both of you actually. -laughing gently as I glanced over at Del. We both knew it was true. I’d been spoiling Del from the friend zone since we met. I was probably part of the reason he’d gotten as lost in himself and his own crap as he was. But it didn’t matter now. We were all here, and we were going to do this together-

Del: -I listened to the two of them banter for a moment before glancing at my watch. The night wasn’t over yet. Cay had mentioned needing to head back to her apartment to grab a few things for tonight, and I knew we had to talk to Amelia and Cassidy. We owed them an explanation of what was going on more than anyone else in the world. They were Cay’s family, and they were becoming Myrick’s family. Maybe not mine, yet, but I had a feeling that they were going to be an important part of all our lives from here on out.

It was kind of funny how all of us had either walked away from our families or had them walk away from us simply because of who we were. I’d talked to Amelia a couple of times now, and I knew a little of her story, just like she knew a little of mine, enough to know how her makeshift family was the single most important thing to her. I was starting to understand that more than I thought anyone understood.

I wanted nothing more than to keep these two here with me for the rest of the night, but I knew we had some things we needed to take care of before it got to be too late.

Leaning in to steal a kiss off Cay’s shoulder as I let out a soft chuckle- I hate to be the one who breaks up the party here, but I think we need to get Baby Girl here back to her place to pick up a few things. -grinning as I look up at Myrick with a nod- I mean. I want to keep you both here forever, but the rest of the world is waiting.

-I had to keep the groan that threatened when Cay slid out of my lap to myself. I knew it was what had to happen, and when Myrick followed her, their presence was replaced by cool air. I missed them both already, but I knew we had nothing but time to enjoy this. I planned on enjoying as much of it as I possibly could.

Hooking one arm into Cay’s, I slid the other around Myrick’s shoulder as I leaned in and stole a kiss off his cheek before pressing a second to her temple.- So, I’m driving. -laughing as I steer them both towards the door to grab my keys off the table beside the door as they grab coats and scarves to get ready to head into the cold night beyond. -

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You’re My Light In The Dark (SL with @LustByTheHour and @DayDividesNight)