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zablife · 2 years

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Wedlock (Part 4)

Jack Nelson x female reader

Summary: When your father’s business begins to suffer he makes an agreement to marry you to Jack Nelson in a bid to combine wealth and power.

Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon who asked for Jack in an arranged marriage AU.

Warnings: language, kidnapping

Part 3

“Y/n! Y/n, wait! Would you stop for a minute, please?” Jack begged running after you in a frenzy. He noticed you leaving the restaurant as he was putting Gina in a cab, but not before delivering a harsh slap to her face and warning her not to try a stunt like that again. She had cried and told him she was calling her father in the morning, but he hadn’t heard a word. He was only thinking of how he would explain himself to you.

Now he was trailing after you, desperate for you to turn and acknowledge him. However, you refused, walking brusquely toward the waiting car. You’d endured enough humiliation for one day and needed time to think. Your mind was racing. Should you tell your father what you had learned? If so, would he agree to break the agreement with Jack? If you did it would mean certain ruin for the family.

Preoccupied by your dilemma, you took a false step leaving your heel stuck in the cobblestones. Jack finally closed the distance between you with palms raised before him. “I swear to God, I didn’t know she would be here. I didn’t invite her.”

As you worked to free yourself, you looked up at him with an incredulous stare. “Is that what you think I’m upset about, Jack? I don’t give a damn about your niece. What I care about is you and the life you’ve been hiding from me,” you said angrily.

Jack’s face contorted at your allegation. “I can explain."

"Go on then," you said as you tugged at your heel. If you were unable to move, you may as well listen, you thought.

"Gina’s a nineteen year old brat. She's my brother’s only kid and he’s always given her every goddamn thing she wanted. She gave that little performance in there cause she’s angry with me. Last year she made some trouble for us, had a fling with a boy from a rival family. When I told her father, he made me tell her it was off. She’s had it in for me ever since.”

You bit your lip trying to make up your mind whether or not he was telling the truth. Based on Gina’s behavior, it seemed to be a genuine story. She was ill-mannered and she did seem to hold a grudge against her uncle. However, Jack was distracting you from your real question about his life in Boston. There must be a kernel of truth there for him to become so enraged at Gina.

“That’s not an answer, Jack,” you informed him with a steely glare. “I want to know what Gina meant by that awful remark,” you said closing your eyes momentarily at the unsavory memory. You pursed your lips waiting for his reply.

“There’s no truth to it,” he said simply, glancing at the ground and pushing his hands into his pockets. You weren't satisfied though.

“That's all you have to say? This is my family name you’re gambling with, Jack,” you said, straightening to your full height and looking him directly in the eye. “Perhaps there's more you've lied about as well. In fact, it's becoming crystal clear to me why you had to come abroad. You're here to purchase a new reputation for yourself,” you said pointedly, trying to provoke him into a confession.

“Now wait a minute, that’s not what this engagement is about!” Jack said temper rising at the insinuation. “You seem to forget an important detail, sweetheart. Your father needs me. He doesn’t know the first thing about settling his debts with any of the crime families he’s gotten involved with, but I do. I know how these people operate.”

“A lying, womanizing criminal…you’re making yourself sound better all the time. Please keep talking,” you said sarcastically.

Jack threw his hands up in frustration and paced a few steps. “Jesus Christ, I'm trying to help! Do you have any idea how many people want your father dead right now?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Jack's face fell. He promised your father you would never know his predicament had come to this and now in a moment of anger, he'd revealed the awful secret he had sworn to keep from you.

You were unsettled by his bluntness and coarse delivery. Gone were any attempts to woo you and the harsh switch back to reality filled your body with anxiety. You had an overwhelming urge to run away and that’s what you did. You practically sprinted for the car, wiping hot tears as you went. You heard Jack call to you, but before he could come any closer, you shut yourself into the backseat of the Bentley, resting your head against the seat and closing your eyes tightly. You tried not to think of the man left in the street watching as the car sped away.

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” your chauffeur asked.

“Yes, Matthew, I’m fine,” you lied, pulling a handkerchief from your purse to dab at your wet cheeks.

“Your mother requested I take you to collect your wedding shoes. Shall I proceed or…?” he asked hesitantly as he could see you were upset.

“Alright,” you sniffed quietly, feeling a dagger to your heart at the idea of your approaching wedding. You would have to go through with it now. Jack had made that much clear when he revealed the threats to your father’s life. You sat in silence for what felt like hours as you tried to process the multitude of thoughts ebbing and flowing with your tears.

As Matthew pulled the car to the curb, he offered to retrieve the parcel inside for you, but you declined. You needed to be free of the confined space, breathe fresh air and look around you to see the sky hadn’t fallen. As you made your way to the shop, you tried to inhale deeply and concentrate on the road ahead which is why perhaps you didn’t feel a gloved hand reach out from the alleyway and grab you suddenly.

Out of instinct and fear, you bucked against the man's firm grasp, but only felt him tighten around you like a snake. His hand clamped around your mouth, muffling your pleas for help. “Be a good girl now and I won’t have to hurt you,” he whispered into your ear calmly. Your heart thundered in your chest as you froze at his words. Did he have a weapon? You tried to turn your head from side to side to look, but he had you immobilized. “Come on, love, time to see the boss,” he said pushing you toward a blue car.

A man in a peaked cap leaned against the back end smoking a cigarette lazily. When he tipped his chin up toward the light you realized it was Thomas Shelby and you began to shake involuntarily. Everyone talked about his ruthlessness in hushed whispers, but you were about to witness his methods firsthand. Jack had been right about one thing, this wasn’t your family’s world and suddenly you found yourself wishing he was there.

Cont. reading Part 5

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weirdoartist21 · 3 years

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○~𝕊𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕦~○

(Author note: I'm alive! So sorry for disappearing, major things have happened to me and It made me really stress so I needed it break, bit I'm feeling much better now! And I'll be getting back to continuing Cold war Switch au and a few things will be changing since I've done a bit kf planning so I'll be switching Hudson spot to be Perseus, since well both are old and whatever I just found that black wasn't much interestjng to me, so anyway! Can't wait to see what it become and your welcome to use the cold war au for you own stories! I would love to read them, might help me with darn writer block ;-; Anywhoooooooo I'm back in business, and I'll be still working on the comic for it and making concept art for it, but also I wanted to try and improve my writing so there will be Grammer mistakes so bare with me-)

A small wip~

The music from the radio was the only thing keeping this car ride from getting awkward. Cipher watched the smoke flow from Bell lips, memorized by it. He couldn't help it, he had nothing else to do other then stare out the car window or him along to the music. Bell chewed on their cigarette before taking it out to blow a ring of smoke. Their mask slightly down enough to reveal the scar that was forever plastered on their left lower jaw.

"We're here." Bell spoke finally, as they got out the car and threw their cigarette on the ground crushing it. Cipher got out following Bell towards a woman with blonde braided hair waited. "Waith ." Bell hummed as Waith nodded in response and pulled up the garage door.

"Cipher." Waith spoke looking at him, giving him a small smile. Cipher nodded towards Waith as he followed the two in.

"Team round up." Bell spoke as they moved towards the board covered in photos and bits of red string. A few people walked over to Bell and Cipher watched from the side. He didn't know any of them that much only names and what Bell had told him. Minus Stone, Cipher knew him, they were in Afghanistan together, along side with Bell of course. But the others didn't know , Waith looked oddly familiar but he paid no attention to it.

"Now you all were chosen for this special mission to put a stop to Hudson." Bell spoke as they pointed to a picture of the suppose 'Hudson'. "He's going to be older but this was the only picture of him we were able to nab." They explained. "To find more details we will have to go back... when he first appeared on our radar. "

"Dhu qima always knew that mission would come back to haunt us." Stone chuckled as he leaned back.

"Yup, look back in every file we have on it Waith you can help, who knows what we've missed in those countless files." Bell explained. "Stone you need to remember ever detail you can on the day we found out about Hudson and bring it through with Waith." They explained as Stone nodded and went to work along with Waith.

"Knight you go back to what you were doing originally, need those weapons prepared for when our missions lead us on foot. "

"Yes captain. " Knight hummed and went over to the table full of ammunition and guns. Cipher but his lip wondering if he would have to do something, but immediately stood straight when Bell's eyes laid on him.

"And Cipher your goi going to do the same thing as Stone, but also your skills in decoding will come in good use these Americans have brilliant ways of hiding important details things in plan sight on a simple piece of paper, that's why I made sure I had you on the job." Bell explained. "Without you I don't think we will get close to Hudson." They hummed, causing Cipher to smile slightly at the praise Bell had given him.

"I'll do my best!" Cipher said proudly making Bell chuckle.

"Of course you will..." Bell said. "If you have any questions come talk to me, but in all hopes I want a red string leading straight to Hudson picture.... think you can do that for the team?" They asked and rose a brow, and Cipher nodded.

"Great to hear... well Cipher Wₑ gₒₜ ₐ ⱼₒb ₜₒ dₒ."

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broiunno · 3 years

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License to Steal - Act IV

License to Steal

ACT IV

Act I // Act II // Act III // Act IV

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summary: Min Yoongi is your new protection detail upon your return to your father's side after being sent away during a bloody gang war. Now the dust has settled, you've been called back to your old controlled life, and leaving you an unwilling participant in your family's plans. You don't know what they are but you are no longer willing to be the obedient, protected daughter. You don't really care in the least of it makes Yoongi's new assignment hell on earth- So you'll carve your own life out back home on your own terms.

-rating: 18+

-pairing: min yoongi x reader

-word count: 5.8k

-warnings: swearing, gang activities includes drug mention and eventual drug use, the slowest of burns, organized crime, toxic af family dynamics, BEWARE IN THIS ACT: graphic family abuse (father initiated verbal and physical assault- does not fade to black), violence, blood, graphic descriptions of torture, and graphic sex scenes will be included in this work.

-authors note: @chelsea-chee leading the au as usual. I love her the appreciate her as my love, writer, and my beta. Her works are *chefs kiss* Thank you again beautiful <3 PLEASE NOTE: I AM REALLY NOT EXCITED TO POST THE NEXT FEW ACTS. They deal with heavy subject matter and I don't fade to black at any point so please note my works are for mature audiences, warnings are there for a reason and in bold. You are an adult if you are reading this work (per the warnings) and you are responsible for the content you consume. Thank you. ILY all and I love asks about the characters. And that's all I have to say about that...I'm sorry for the wait. I've had covid. I'm back on a better schedule now.

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You fumbled with your hair as you tried to rip your fingers through the still damp strands to assemble it back into a semi-presentable pony tail as the door slid open to your father’s office. You really did wish that you had been able to go upstairs and shower. Or at least change your clothes from the workout gear you currently felt sticking to your skin from the cooling sweat. As a breeze drifted from the vent as the air kicked on, you shivered violently, shaking your head and shooting a hateful stare in Yoongi’s direction as you stepped into the office. Appearances were everything in your family. They were the first level of protection to ensure threats stayed at a minimum. A show of strength and cohesiveness discouraged any hair-brained ideas from a weaker or less organized opposition.

Your father raised a dark, thick brow, turning from the man was speaking quietly to, his expression unreadable as you inclined your head slightly in greeting. “You asked to see me?” you said quietly, keeping your eyes downcast. Since Yoongi had mentioned your father was summoning you, you knew it couldn’t be anything positive. This soon after your arrival? Nothing good would come of this. You had just grabbed onto the distraction of Yoongi until you both stood in the office, feeling stripped bare, awaiting whatever admonishment was about to be delivered.

“You couldn’t make it a full forty-eight hours without causing me a migraine,” your father said sharply and you kept your eyes trained on the floor, as you replayed yesterday in your mind.

“Father, I don’t know what you-”

“Y/N, you weren’t even back a day and you spent how much?” he said, aggravation lacing his tone. “I had to call in Kim to look at your accounts immediately. You’re a fucking hassle.” He huffed and your eyes finally lifted to the stranger that stood next to your father, noting that he stepped away from your father and bowed quickly.

“Nice to meet you, miss. I’m Kim Namjoon. I’ve been handling your accounts and will continue to do so.” You felt your lips part in a soft ‘oh’ as you studied the broad planes of his face, full lips and intense eyes. You felt like he was picking you apart in that moment as you took your time to absorb his ash blond hair in a relaxed, but carefully crafted style. His skin tone was golden; a contrast to Yoongi’s milk-like skin. He glowed, and you couldn’t tell if it from his melanin or the fact that he was radiating intelligence.

“N-Nice to meet you too,” you stammered and managed to close your mouth as he pushed up the rolled sleeves of his white button-down shirt. You swallowed hard and tried to claw through the mental fog that had overcome you. With the teasing from both Jungkook and Yoongi, being presented with another god-like man was the last thing you needed. “I will admit I’m a little confused; my spending was never a problem when I was away? I mean, it’s not like I bought a car.”

Your father barked a laugh and threw up his hands. “You have no grasp on what I do to make this money that you just piss away Y/N! And you COULD have bought a car with the amount you spent yesterday! Like I said: a god damn burden!” he hissed and you flushed slightly, taking a step back unconsciously as you watched his neck flush. Yoongi hadn’t said a word, but you knew you could still sense his dark presence in the corner of the room, not looking at him to notice his eyes narrowed slightly as the scene unfolded.

“Y/N, I’ve had an idea. You’re a daughter. I can’t do much with you. Your brother who I could actually have used is dead. Your mother-” He stopped as he watched your eyes bulge and he shook his head. “I can’t have more children. I’d consider it disrespectful to her memory,” he mused, a hand running along his chin and you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you, but your jaw snapped shut audibly as your teeth clacked together after the noise passed your lips.

Your father’s eyes flared to life in challenge and he glanced at Namjoon, lip curling. “Did you calculate her estimated cost of living and monthly expenditures? Do you have solid numbers?” he said shortly and Namjoon just nodded, eyes flicking between the family members silently. “And did you adjust for a profit at the margin we discussed?”

“Yes sir,” came the deep steady voice, Namjoon’s eyes traveling your figure, his gaze not heavy with lust or desire, but full of curiosity. “The monthly amount that you should request for that profit is in the proposal if you would like to review it.” He finished and cleared his throat. “I can return if you want me to look over the contract,” he said softly, clearing fishing for a dismissal and your father granted it, offering his hand and you felt your mouth tighten in confusion.

“What contract?”

Namjoon grabbed a briefcase and inclined his head to you stiffly in farewell before his long legs carried him out the doorway. Your father’s gaze didn’t leave your eyes as he spoke. “Yoongi, see him out.” Yoongi nodded and started after the tall man in silence, not sparing you a second glance on his way out.

“I asked you what contract?” you said softly, struggling to keep your voice even as your father stepped closer to you.

“Well, you went out. Spent a lot of money that you’ve done nothing to earn, and caught someone’s eye in the process. Someone worth a lot of money and who would be an asset to have closer to the family at this point in his career.” Your father clasped his hands behind his back as he continued to close the distance between you, each step he made, you felt your heart plummet further.

“Father… what exactly are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything, Y/N. I’m telling you. Someone’s made a bid for your hand, and it’s the only thing you’ll be good for at this point. The shopping sprees, your lifestyle. I can maintain them, but if someone else is willing to do so, and the marriage benefits me in my business, I’d be stupid not to pursue it. Do you think I’m stupid, Y/N?” he said, voice getting dangerously quiet as he reached out to tuck a piece of hair that had escaped the rapidly put-up ponytail behind your ear.

“You can’t sell me off like fucking cattle!-” you said, flinching away from his touch, and his large, calloused hand shot out to grab your chin tightly. He forced your face back towards his as you tried to jerk away, squeezing hard enough to make your eyes begin to water. Your heart thudded out a dangerous irregular rhythm as you breathed hard through your nose.

“I can’t? Y/N, you seem to be under the delusion that you are free from the responsibilities that come with being in this family. I suppose that may be my fault. I was too soft on you, pitied the losses I caused you to have. I always had your brother anyway; there was no harm in indulging you. But now, you’re the only one with my blood in your veins. You’re home to do a service for this family. Everyone else has given their lives in some way. Did you think you were special?” His words were measured and cold as he studied you, grip not loosening on your face. You would be bruised tomorrow as you felt the throb set in from the pressure he was applying.

“You may order me to do it, but I don’t have to go along with this,” you hissed, barely able to open your jaw, but clenching your teeth to get your words out, rage licking up and down your body. He had taken your entire life as a child, as an adolescent. Did he really think giving you a few years of freedom put you back in his debt so far that you owed him the rest of your life?!

No sooner than the words were out of your mouth you heard the sharp crack, and felt yourself stumbling backwards into the wall. You blinked quickly as you registered the pain in your head, immediately starting to pound as the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. You barely had time to regain a semblance of your bearings before your father was upon you again, face chillingly blank as his ringed fingers gripped the base of your ponytail, ripping your head back at an awkward angle, a scream breaching your bloody lips. The noise was cut short by another blow, snapping your head to the side before he jerked your face back to center.

“Who do you think you are, you little bitch?” he said with a lilt to his tone as you choked out a sob, unable to keep it from escaping your lips. “You really thought you weren’t going to do shit to replace that money you spent?” When he finished speaking he gave your head a violent shake, as if to scramble your thoughts further. It was completely unnecessary, as your head felt as if it was splitting with the pain he had rocked through you with his blows and harsh grip. You felt the start of a purely hysterical giggle break through, spitting out the fresh rush of blood that ran in your mouth due to the cuts in your cheek from your teeth. You noticed a piece of the skin from inside your mouth flapping loosely that made you nauseated if you dwelled on it.

The laugh was probably the worst response you could have had.

You heard a soft hiss, and your father stepped into your space further, hands darting from your head to wrap themselves around your throat and squeezing. As your hands scrambled to scratch at his hand, his arm, his face, anything, you wished you were surprised at this. You wished you were hurt because you were shocked, but you weren’t. There was blood in the water and he was a shark. He built his life this way.

“You don’t have to go along with this…” he said softly, voice void of emotion, “but you also don’t have to keep living here either. How long will you make it without this family? You’d never make it out of the city.” He mused and continued to squeeze, your vision starting to spot as you tried to draw in any bit of air within the hold he had, the choking heaves under the weight of him making the blood that had pooled in your mouth from his blows spill over your chin grotesquely as it began to stream onto his hand. “So will you behave for once in your fucking life?”

You were hyper aware of the tears streaming down your face as you managed the smallest of nods. You supposed he was right; you had never imagined you would be used in the family in any way. Your entire life had been lonely, and even though you hated it, you had resigned yourself to it. His hands unwrapped themselves from your neck, letting you inhale a burning gasp of air as you slid down the wall, and onto the floor. You coughed and rocked forward onto all fours as the shaking of your body didn’t allow for much more than consciousness.

Your father pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the crimson of your blood off his hand before tossing it to you on the floor. You could barely recognize the quick but unhurried footsteps coming back down the hallway to the office before they stopped short.

“Yoongi, take her upstairs.”

The flush from hustling back to his boss’s office drained from Yoongi’s face as his eyes widened at your figure hunched forward onto your elbows on the floor. He watched you hack as your body tried to clear your airway. Yoongi stayed silent as he reached down, crouching next to you and attempting to offer you a hand so you could stand on your own, for which you were thankful. You felt the physical pain, but no emotions as your mind sluggishly screamed at you to just accept his hand and stand. You needed to walk out of here on your own. You knew you wouldn’t make it all the way to your room after the assault, but you didn’t need to. Just to the elevator.

You reached out your hand, shaking hard, as you clasped at his large palm and hoisted yourself up, letting him pull lightly as he stood with you, noting that he was still silent. You tried to ignore how your vision swam before you, willing your knees not to buckle. You couldn’t pinpoint if the unsteadiness was from the blows to your face, the lack of oxygen, or the tears that had thankfully stopped streaming down your face but still filled your eyes.

Yoongi seemed to read your mind, shifting his grip from your hand to your upper arm, nestling in your underarm and gently steered you to the door, but let you support most of your weight on the way out. You walked in silence as he didn’t rush you down the hallway, both of your eyes trained on the lift door as he typed in the code. As you waited for the door to open you felt your shaking legs betray you and start to bend. You glanced away from him, the movement of your eyes causing a piercing pain to shoot through your head. “Please,” was all you rasped wetly as you put more weight and started to sink, but the pressure holding you up immediately doubled, Yoongi’s support forcing you upright, even if it made your shoulder raise. It would be almost imperceptible from your father’s office if he was still looking in your direction, but you doubted he would. He had already received your submission; he didn’t need you for anything else.

Yoongi didn’t seem to want to take the chance that he was still watching, stepping into the elevator and continuing to only hold you in one place. His grip was still disguised as if he was walking you out in the same way he may escort an associate who was no longer welcome - in such a manner that would deter any further escalation. No one would be able to tell he was the only thing keeping you upright.

As the door slid shut to the elevator the facade crumbled, you lurching forward and gasping out a sob of pain, tilting your head down to let the blood that had been collecting in your mouth pour out onto the floor. You forgot how much mouth wounds bled. Yoongi was not bothered with the grotesque display as he swiftly adjusted his grip to wrap around your shoulders, his other arm sweeping at your feet as he lifted you with apparent ease. You shut your eyes as the tears began to flow once more, unable to restrain the moans and whimpers of pain that escaped between gasps as you cried. He still hadn’t said a word, even as you turned your face into his suit jacket, inhaling jaggedly as you tried to focus on the scent permeating from him, trying to place it through your snot-filled nose. The only thing you could recognize was the warm, woodsy scent of patchouli as you reached a shaking hand up to hold onto his jacket tightly. You knew he wouldn’t drop you, but it grounded you all the same.

You tried to slow your breathing, but failed as the elevator door opened and Yoongi strode quickly to your bedroom door, bending at the knees and somehow using his crook of his elbow and his body to turn the door knob, the only change in your positioning being that you tilted slightly as he spun it. He kicked the door with his foot gently as he stepped in, by-passing your bed as he carried you into your bathroom, carefully getting on his knees as he lowered you into your large bathtub as he placed you there. You continued to breath quickly, your gasps becoming sharper as your gentle shaking soon became uncontrollable. You released his jacket as he stood and you pulled your knees to your chest, shutting your eyes finally as you heard the tap briefly run before a cool rag brushed your chin, eyes flying open as you flinched away.

“Shh, I need to see your face. I have to get the blood off,” Yoongi whispered, and you finally looked at him, noting his face was still paler than normal. “Princess, I need you to take a slow, deep breath okay? Can you do that? Your lips are turning blue; you’re hyperventilating. You’re safe,” he murmured, brows pinching together in a pained expression you had never seen on his face as you tried to nod, attempting to take a long breath in but ended up gulping in air multiple times on the way, the blurring of your vision worsening as Yoongi grimaced, your breathing speeding up again, your shoulders shrugging with the effort to take in air. The last thing you heard was Yoongi’s tense exclamation of “Shit!” before you blacked out.

When you awoke, you were under the covers of your large bed. You sat up quickly before groaning from the ache in your head, then realizing that opening your mouth made you want to scream from pain. Between the squeeze on your jaw and the cuts inside your mouth, it was safe to say you would be saying very little for a while. You glanced towards the window, noting it was inky black outside.

“How long has he hit you?” came a cool voice from beside your bedside and you turned to face the source, seeing a figure standing beside the small table, casting a shadow with the aid of a lamp. Had he even left? Yoongi had shed his stained suit jacket, but still wore the white shirt and same suit pants. You only knew it was the same shirt due to the blood stain from where your mouth must have painted him. Instead of attempting to speak, you shrugged in an attempt to get his gaze off of you. It was piercing and unnerving. You felt as if this was the beginning of an interrogation, and you didn’t fail to notice the color had still not returned to his normally pale face. Now that your mind was a bit clearer you were able to recognize why it registered so deeply with you. He was the embodiment of white with fury. “How. Long?” he said again with such harshness you swallowed hard, ignoring the fire that licked down your throat as you did so.

“That’s a joke right? He’s always been like that. I just normally am better at avoiding it,” you forced out; your words were almost incoherent as you tried to move your jaw as little as possible as you spoke. That was bearable. Good. Not that you had expected it to be, but at least your jaw wasn’t broken; that would have been a pain in the ass. “What time is it?”

“It’s three am,” Yoongi hissed as his eyes glimmered in the near darkness, pushing off the wall and grabbing a glass of water off the table and sweeping a few pills into his hand. “Take these.” You took his offering and a small sip of the water before carefully throwing the pills to the back of your throat and washing them down, sighing softly. “They’re pain pills. They’ll help and you’ll be able to go back to sleep in a bit.”

You didn’t answer but pulled back the cover of your bed and slid out, noting that your bloody shirt had been changed but you still had on your sports bra and leggings. And your ponytail had been taken down, which was probably a good thing since your scalp was still aching from the hold your father had you in.

“Y/N… don’t.” Came Yoongi’s voice, still unemotional but a bit gentler than his earlier tone. You didn’t turn back to him but stopped your path to your vanity, obviously trying to look at your reflection in the mirror to assess the damage.

“Is it that bad?” you grumbled, turning to him and you watched him shrug.

“It’s not good. Don’t worry about it tonight. No bones are broken from what I can tell. I wiped you down the best I could. Just change once I leave and get back into bed.”

You let out a deep breath but finally stepped towards your closet instead to grab an oversized t-shirt. You could work the bra off under it and slip your pants off once you had it on. “Why did you even stay?” you said softly as you set to work, your muscles aching as you attempted to change modestly. You don’t know why it even mattered, but in this moment it did.

“I needed to know if he had done this before. I needed to know if this was the first time. When we were kids, you weren’t around all the time. Sometimes, I’d go months without seeing you. I didn’t know if this was a part of it,” he spat out, visibly tensing as he took a loud steadying breath.

You shrugged as you pulled off your leggings, successful in stripping your bra off under the shirt, and padded back to your bed. “There were a few reasons he kept me separated from everyone. It wasn’t all because he thought I was too precious to see any of this.” You climbed back into bed and tried to settle back into the plushness. Yoongi took a step closer to you, his mouth slightly open as he watched you try to get comfortable, seemingly unable to stop himself.

“Y/N…” he said softly and reached a hand towards you and you stiffened, eyes narrowing, and he took note, dropping his hand slowly.

“Yoongi, I never asked for your fucking pity.”

“I know, and it makes me want to help you even more.”

You blinked and tried to register what he was implying. “Help me?” you repeated, shaking your head as you felt the same hysterical laugh bubble up that had made your assault that much worse in your father’s office. “No one can help me!” You laughed, eyes widening as the smile twisted your features. “This is my life, this is what I was born into. This is what all those shiny things cost, Yoongi! I always knew it but I forgot.” You watched as the pained expression from earlier slid back over his features, and you raised your eyebrows in response. “I appreciate it, but unless you’re willing to put a bullet in my fucking head there’s no saving anything.”

“Who says it has to be your head, Princess?” he said gently and you swear you felt the world stop.

“Don’t say shit like that Min,” you hissed, baring your teeth and shaking your head. “Even if we don’t always get along, I don’t want you dead too.”

“Whatever you say Princess,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he cocked his head to the side. “Are you alright to sleep? You don’t feel like you’re going to vomit?” he asked seriously, watching as you shook your head.

“I don’t have a concussion,” you grumbled but as you watched him smirk and go to grab his jacket you felt your heart speed up. “Yoongi- w-wait.” He immediately stopped, as if he was anticipating your words. “Can you stay here the rest of the night? I know he won’t do anything but I-”

“Let me go change my clothes. Is that okay Princess?”

“Yeah… I just don’t want to be-”

“It’s fine Y/N. I’ll be right back.” You stayed sitting up, watching him as he dismissed your attempts at explanations and justification as he walked out.

You sighed, leaning against the leather headboard and let your breathing even out, even as your heart still raced. The pain began to slowly ebb as the medication took effect; what had you even taken? It had to be something strong as a comfortable fog began to cloud your thoughts.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to have him here. Did you even need to explain? He was technically your bodyguard. You had known each other most of your lives. You had just suffered through an assault; staying with you was reasonable. Even if the assailant wasn’t unknown, nor were the motives. At the end of the day, Yoongi’s presence made breathing a bit easier. His presence made you feel safe.

The door opened again and you sucked in a breath as Yoongi re-entered your bedroom, one hand carrying his gun and holster, the other a hanger with a clean pressed suit. “I’ll wake up before you,” was all he said in response to your surprised expression as he studied you. He mistook the shock on your face as being accredited to the suit. He was an idiot if he thought you cared about the fact he would dress here. You were too busy drinking in the sight of his lean figure in low-slung grey sweatpants. You tried to rip your gaze back to his face but you got caught on the black ribbed tank top and the swirling black tattoos covering his shoulder and chest before disappearing under the material.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” you choked out, feeling your face flush and mentally slapping yourself. He may look like sex on legs, but you looked like you just had the shit beat out of you. Which to be fair to yourself, you actually just had the shit beat out of you.

“Oh, I forgot,” he said, a small smirk tilting his lip up but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He draped his suit over the chair to your vanity and carried his gun with him towards the plush armchair in the corner of the room.

“The bed is big enough Min. I won’t touch you,” you said breathlessly, trying to force away the blush that was deepening across your face. He seemed to freeze and take a few steadying breaths.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Princess.” His voice was controlled but quiet.

“Please Yoongi…” you said just as quietly. “It’s just for tonight. I won’t feel safe if you’re all the way over there.”

It was definitely an over exaggeration. You hadn’t really expected him to even agree to stay in your room with you. The chair was the reasonable option. You knew you were pushing it.

“Princess, I-” He breathed, the airiness of his tone making your belly somersault and it gave you a tiny shiver.

“Yoongi, please. I need you next to me. Just tonight.” You shouldn’t be so worried about getting this man into bed with you, but now that he was here in front of you and it was so close to happening, you felt you might cry if he denied you.

You watched his back muscles rippled as he tensed and tried to relax. He turned wordlessly and walked to the opposite side of the bed, setting his holster down and climbing into the king-sized bed with you. “Go to sleep Princess.”

The drugs had to be prescriptions, not that you really expected a member of an organized crime family to just take a regular aspirin when they were in pain. “Is the oxy working yet? It should start soon if it hasn’t.” You hummed your assent as you squirmed down into the bed and tried to keep the smile from your face as you reached over and turned out the lamp. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, savoring the heat that quickly built from having two bodies under the covers of your bed, ignoring the slightly annoyed sigh from the other side of the bed.

“Be quiet Min, I’m trying to rest,” you said softly and a soft dry chuckle cut through the silence as you let sleep take you.

Yoongi’s POV

Yoongi listened to the soft sounds of your breathing as they lengthened and deepened, the pain pills having done their job perfectly. If only he could have done his job in such a manner. He had been given a job: to keep you safe, and he took it seriously. Even if the one assigning his work was an abusive piece of shit. Yoongi let out a sigh, glancing over at your figure in the dark to make sure his huff hadn’t disturbed your slumber. It didn’t. You were still laying there, eyes closed and unaware, your face turned towards him to afford him a view of what exactly your father had done in his absence.

He felt his teeth grind against each other as even in the dark, he could make out the near black bruises covering your neck in the clear shape of hands, a bloom crossing your smooth cheek as well. Even your chin and jaw were dark from bruising; evidence that your father had held your face to force submission. It had worked. He opened his mouth and stretched his own jaw to try and stop himself from continuing to grind his molars down to nothing in rage. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to forget how you looked and how he felt when he entered the office, watching the blood drip onto the floor. How he wanted nothing more than to simply pull out his gun and lodge a bullet into your father’s knee before proceeding to swing the butt of his gun down onto him until he shattered every bone in the pig’s disgusting face.

Until he begged him to stop. Until he begged his daughter to tell Yoongi to stop.

The daydream made Yoongi smile a full gummy smile and chuckle for the first time today. He would stop when you told him to. If you told him to. Now that he knew your father had put his hands on you before this, he wondered if you would just let him continue until his mania at seeing what had been done to you was sated. He knew it wouldn’t be until he heard your father’s death rattle, knowing it had been at his own hands.

You stirred slightly to readjust in your sleep, drawing his attention back to the present as you moved closer to him in the bed and he sucked in a breath. Even beaten and bruised you affected him. Even carrying you in that elevator down the hall as you clutched onto him. He had been spiraling down into violence but as soon as you grabbed his jacket, he knew you wouldn’t withstand even him raising his voice to anyone without shattering. You were normally so fierce and seeing you broken made him want to tear apart this entire society you both lived in, even if it was all either of you had ever known.

It was then he had decided he would be what you were asking of him with your sobs and how you clutched onto him; he would be as gentle as could be and give you whatever you needed tonight. Tomorrow he would begin the undertaking of dismantling your father piece by fucking piece.

He had watched over you after you passed out; you had woken up briefly for him to get you to take pain medicine once before you actually were able to speak to him. Before you asked him to stay with you. He wanted to pretend it didn’t make his icy heart crack, the way you tried to explain and justify his presence. He would never ask you to in this kind of situation. When Yoongi returned to his room, he attempted to steel himself for a night of sitting in that uncomfortable chair, and a sleepless day tomorrow. He had gone more than twenty-four hours without sleep before.

But when your eyes, even if they had started to become glossy and dilated from the drugs, began to run over him, he had to try and think of every unsexy thing he could fathom. You had just been fucking violated and just with one look he felt the blood travel away from his brain and pool below his waist. Why did he think he would be able to wear sweatpants while staying with you? You destroyed every semblance of self control he had. He still hadn’t forgotten your teasing in the elevator prior to this shit show.

Then your soft drowsy voice had called out to him just as he had regained his mental fortitude and continued to the chair. You would be the fucking death of him and he didn’t think he would really mind. Now, as he laid here in bed with you trying to ignore the fact that you were shifting closer to him in your sleep, seeking his warmth, he closed his eyes. He had anticipated the pure fury of tonight keeping him awake, but instead it was the fact that he could feel your breath on his neck, that if he turned his head back to you he could still make out your absolutely gorgeous feminine form from under the blankets. The dip in your waist and the curve of your hips, sloping into your soft thigh. Yoongi’s eyes shot open as he let out a soft hiss as he felt his member stiffen in his sweats, one large hand reaching down to palm himself, and he willed his hard-on to disappear.

He dropped his eyes again, confident he would get his bulge to go down without waking you, and as he tended to it, a soft small hand reached across his middle, making his forehead furrow. He tried to take a steadying breath, and tried to not imagine that the events of last night weren’t the reason he was in your bed. That you had just invited him to bed because you wanted him there, not for security but because you wanted him as a man to share your bed and body. That he could roll over to face you, slip his own hand up that oversized shirt and rub soft circles into your skin before slipping his hand down in-between your thighs.

Yoongi felt his cock twitch and himself harden further, forcing another deep breath in and out as he circled back to try and think of grotesque things to make his longing subside. You at least had stopped wriggling in the bed in an attempt to get closer; he was thankful for that. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to calm his heart and regulate his breath to make it possible for him to drift off.

This was going to be a long night.

#bts suga #bts ff #bts x reader #mafia!bts #bts gang au #bts imagines #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #btsxarmy #License to steal

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meili-sheep · 2 years

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I'm just now gonna tag my asks with Leyline!Anon to Amir things easier

Anyways, a pet of this shall be Leyline Diluc and a part another new au bc my Diluc au brainrot knows no bounds

Leyline Diluc doesn't sleep a lot, like, 3 hours of sleep at most.

This is not only because of his time away from mond for 3-4 years, it's also bc of the Leylines constantly flowing info thru him

And i would like to think Diluc was a very creative child and the Leylines had a hand in nurturing that

but even then i think that he would think about things from the info being given to him and only fall asleep once his mind gets tired enough

and during his 3-4 years away, i think his paranoia was slightly soothed and accelerated by the leylines

both being that the benefit is also the detriment, he can know when someone/s are in his vicinity but can only know when he's awake, overall wrecking his sleep schedule for a while until he learned just to deal with it

There's also Dainsleif and the new info form the latest archon quest saying that the portals abyss heralds open can be controlled by the opener to lead them to the desired location but lead someone who fell in into a random location.

And as I think the dialogue hinted at the portals working like teleport waypoints except as vague as genshin's ending in terms of location, maybe Leyline Diluc can use them? after all, the waypoints are also connected to the Leylines, and if the portals work similarly to then then who's to assume the portals aren't connected to the leylines as well?

And here's a new au ig, I haven't put too many thoughts into it yet like I'd did with Leyline Diluc but I'll just put the ideas i got of it, if you wanna hear more Abt this 2nd one please tell!

I remember reading a fanfic(I think it was called "Poison by hollowhalo") in which Diluc has white hair and blue eyes like his mother and that she and Crepus didn't have a good relationship and that ultimately ended in Kaeya being the favorite and Diluc running away due to his father's neglect(He never blamed Kaeya, only his dad) and accidentally falling into the abyss.

So That detail of Diluc having white hair and blue eyes kinda threw me in for a new au idea as who else has blue eyes and white hair and is in the Hoyoverse multiverse? Kiana Kaslana also known as K-423 also known to be the Herrscher of the Void.

And who looks like the Herrscher of the Void??? The Unknown God

So going by this ridiculous idea I've created an au where Diluc is the son of the sustainer somehow, can change only his hair and eye color between redh/rede and whiteh and bluee

And thats where this idea diverged

Idea 1: Diluc gets primarily raised in Celestia and somehow escapes to Mond and lives there with Crepus and Basically in future events Celestia finally hunts down for him once of for all, they jsut didn't B4 because of the sustainer's grief(I think there's a similar situation happening to the sustainer like Kiana and the Herrscher of void)

Idea 2: Diluc somehow kills the sustainer and becomes the new and pretty young leader of Celestia bc he found out all the bad shit they did in the past and wanted to atleast do something about it and reinstated a new order, future events for this one is that

1st event: After crowning: Diluc Somehow Time travels to months B4 Khaenri'ah's destruction and befriended Kaeya and somehow kept visiting and when it happened he brought back Kaeya with him to the future(Yeah idk how to explain this one) and

2nd Event: Kaeya Takes Diluc's side which is also Celestia's side in the final battle which is vague for now

Hey I know that fic! And that author!

Also, I don't know a ton about 3rd Impact, but I know there is a bit of overlapping.

As for the portals, I think there is a slight difference between the Abyss and the teleports used in-game. Lore about the teleports is a little inconsistent. But considering they can be corrupted, I see them as links to the ley lines or maybe the Celestial or the Light realm. I've always thought that the Abyss's teleporting was like weaving between the leylines and through all three realms. Just fill in the cracks. So Maybe Diluc's teleporting might be more like he's not controlling the path, he's just following the path that's already thereby moving through the leylines.

Also, that new idea is fascinating. Like I said, I don't know much about the 3rd Impact. But Diluc being the son of The Unknown God, there is a lot of playgrounds right there.

I mean, I personally like having him as a son of the Falcon of the West, so I like seeing the ties to Celestia

#Leyline!Diluc #Leyline!Anon #So I i've been tagging everything it with Leyline!Diluc #so ye but can i and Leyline!Anon to stuff #really intresting i'm looking forward to seeing what you do with it

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neonponders · 3 years

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🌕 fic tag game!

think about your 3 (or more!) favorite fics you've written and tell us:

🌖 that thing you've always wished somebody would ask you about them.

🌗 how you would've continued those stories.

🌒 one curious detail about them.

🌑 their working title.

🌘 why did you write them.

tag as many fellow authors as you wish to spread the curiosity!

It's so difficult to choose just 3, and this is gonna get long haha so I'll answer for (and you know all of these are WIPs lol):

Dracula Has a Mullet (season 3 fix-it fic with vampire!Billy)

Out of Water (mafia!au where Steve was a mobster heir but ran away to live a normal life)

Chim Chim Chiree (nanny!Steve who gets paid extra to sleep with the moms he works for)

• • • • • • •

For DHaM:

🌖 that thing you've always wished somebody would ask you about them.

This is the very first Harringrove fic I started writing, so I'm just eager for it to get more attention lol I don't really have anything specific I want people to notice in it. I just want the whole thing to be noticed haha

🌗 how you would've continued those stories.

I actually have an epilogue going alongside the main story. But as to the main plot, I just want to keep writing Steve as the beautiful, big hearted disaster that he is, and for Billy to really deep dive into his vampire abilities. He's so used to hiding (queer allegory, anyone?) but his powers are going to be what saves everyone, including his boyfriend blood bag ❤️

🌒 one curious detail about them.

Some songs that put me in the mood for this story are: Blinding Lights by The Weeknd, Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato, and LA Devotee by Panic! At the Disco.

🌑 their working title.

I actually struggled with the title lol but in the end I just wanted it to be funny and attention-grabbing. So: Dracula Has a Mullet

🌘 why did you write them.

Because I grew up with vampires alongside Disney princesses and Billy didn't die. He's toothy and married to his pretty, pretty blood bag....I had needs that only I could write lol

For Out of Water:

🌖 that thing you've always wished somebody would ask you about them.

Again, I think I'm just eager for comments in any context lol Maybe more speculation about Steve and Billy's past. What was the breaking point that made Steve finally run away. Which...is a little unfair because I won't answer to save people from spoilers lol

🌗 how you would've continued those stories.

Well, Hopper's been introduced into the story now, and he was just conscious enough to hear Billy's real name. So...that's going to send him into a deep dive that will make him question the morality of the law compared to these two men with obvious criminal records who just want to be together and live normally.

🌒 one curious detail about them.

It's actually very difficult for me to write angst lol so that's often why uploads take so dang long.

🌑 their working title.

Out of Water is a play on "fish out of water" and "swimming with the fishes," since (I think?) it was the Yakuza who threw bodies into the Tokyo bay. Steve's a swimmer, so there's symbolism there, but he's also a fish out of water, trying to live inconspicuously like a regular civilian.

🌘 why did you write them.

I read @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger 's mafia fics and I've never been the same since ✨

For Chim Chim Chiree:

🌖 that thing you've always wished somebody would ask you about them.

I cannot stress enough how just any positive comment will do the trick lol There's not a lot of plot to go on right now, but anything that made your attention latch onto the story or made you feel something: that's what I want to know.

🌗 how you would've continued those stories.

Billy's definitely going to figure out and confront Steve about being the side piece for the mothers he works for. I don't think that's a spoiler since something has to happen, right? And Billy's very protective of his mother because of how her marriage to his dad played out. Billy's in for a surprise, though, because (SPOILER) she already knows. She knows Steve's situation and respects it. Even more so, Steve respects Billy enough to break up with her so that Billy stays safe and comfortable. This is the turning point for Billy and Steve's relationship.

🌒 one curious detail about them.

It makes me a little nervous to write Steve in certain situations haha I've never been afraid of fandom but my creative energy is very much fueled by readers' interactions, and sometimes I struggle to just write the story I want to write.

🌑 their working title.

"Chim Chim Chiree" is a song from Mary Poppins, a fellow Nanny, but I always thought the song was quite sad. This is an opinion that Steve will share in the story, and it's symbolic of how his situation is also a bit sad. It's about making the most out of being the bottom of society; a society that probably doesn't appreciate you as much as they should.

🌘 why did you write them.

I usually write Steve and Billy as the same age, but every now and then I think about an age gap where Steve is significantly older. And usually (for obvious season 3 reasons) Billy is the one knocking the tits off of the moms in town, but I wanted to switch things up. I don't know, I guess I just wanted Steve to have this sex appeal that FLIES right over Billy's head at first. And then for Billy to slowly realize that Steve is a very good person who is just trying to get ahead with this window of opportunity.

I'll go ahead and tag @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (I know you write more than Harringrove, so talk about whatever stories you want🌹), @ghostofjellyfishforgotten , and @edith-moonshadow

#ask #answered #harringrove #ask game #neonponders #anonymous #out of water #dracula has a mullet #chim chim chiree

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bookwyrminspiration · 3 years

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What the fuck did I just read (/pos)

I know that it was chap one of your wings au, but I can't process what happened (Still pos)

Like?? Neverseen and Co probably created creatures that drove the Elves underground, Sophie and Co went to what they thought was the breeding ground for them and fucked ip the mission by going into the wrong room, my spirit animal burst out of its isolation pod, everyone passed out and the facility presumably exploded, but oh my god I LOVED it

Like?? Your writing?? Excellent

The descriptors?? Brilliant. I had a very clear view of what the entrance to the facility looked like, my only issue was that I lost my focus by remembering I was just reading it on my bed and then couldn't get back into it which was sad, but god I love the post apocalyptic vibes. And the small shroomy dude with the marks gouged in his skin at the start- I want one.

If only I could draw backgrounds!! Ahh I would love to draw a scene from this chapter

Like if this was episode one of a webtoon then I would absolutly have saved it and would keep up with the weekly update.

I can't really do this here because I don't have an ao3 account, but I'll definitly binge it after I make and eat dinner.

But of course, if you had made it a webtoon, then you probably would have had to explain the abilities but that could always be done in a more subtle way, but it's also be copyright infringement. I think.

Anyway I loved it and I can't wait to see what happens next!!

I did think it was a bit fast passed, but that could just be my preference for lingering in details in the calm and then making the audience aware of when it's highstakes by speeding it up. But I guess it works here by that same notion, as the whole mission was high stakes, but I found that even the supposed slow bits were fast, like the introduction was a bit breezed through.

But!! Nothing to be done!! Since this chapter came out 6 months ago!! I haven't read the rest so I don't know what the other chapters are like, but for this one I still loved it!!

-Heathen

heathen! hello! tbh I have the same reaction when reading through the wings au. I'm just along for the ride and have no clue what's happening but it's fun! Legitimately though like 95% of the time I open up the wip chapter like "alright let's see where I left off" I make an audible noise of shock like oh damn. We really out here doing so many things.

I think chapter one will always hold a special place in my heart above the others purely for the descriptions of the world. I had so much fun with the narrator voice and the way I approached it--the first two chapters were written just as i felt like it, not on the schedule that I now have, so looking at them is always fun. That first chapter was the product of several months of writing sprints and then weeks of not thinking about it. But I adore it.

all the things that happened!! they went underground and were sneaking through a facility and trying to destroy it and so many little things that I threw at you all. Definitely not the vibe some people were expecting!! I think when originally writing that chapter I had an explanation for why they were in the wrong room, but I've mostly forgotten it and so now it's like idk why they were in the wrong room! I think I do have an explanation for it that isn't just "oopsie all ten of them just didn't realize it was the wrong room!!" kind of thing, but on the chance that it will come up again later i shant reveal!!

(note: it's my understanding that the term "spirit animal" is offensive to indigenous people, making light of their cultures through a stereotype. I don't have the authority to determine a suggestion, but perhaps saying instead that the creature embodies you instead of is a spirit animal would be better. I don't think you did this intentionally, so I wanted to mention it!)

but yes, everyone did pass out due to inhaling all those fumes, but I thought it was a fun little dramatic cliffhanger. The first of many...I'm still writing cliffhangers 17 chapters later.

also thank you! I enjoy sharing stories, so it's nice to know my delivery is alright! Also I'm glad you had a clear view of what the entrance to the facility looked like, as I did not! I was making things up and hoping it made sense! If you continue reading I hope you can stay more focused!! It's so much fun to get sucked into a story and forget where you are, but it's so easy to get knocked out of it, too. I've been reading ahead in my English class the past few weeks (i'm three books and 2 essays ahead of everyone else and basically doing my own thing) so whenever I'm reading there's also the class reading aloud so it takes a lot more to stay in the world of the book--also difficult when you're reading Ralph Waldo Emerson because the text is very dense. But I'm getting distracted now oops

someone described the wings au as a "soft apocalypse" once and it's been one of my favorite descriptors ever since. Because it is an apocalypse!! The world has gone to shit and everything is overrun with creatures! But it's also not the gritty hardcore survival and death and all that you see in other apocalypse stories. Oh and the mushroom guy!! I was originally going to draw a picture of it back when I posted the first chapter, but I took too long to do it and forgot what it looked like. Perhaps if I reread it I can kinda piece it back together, but there were definitely details I didn't include in the story that i'll probably never remember. Maybe I should bring the mushroom guy back...also there's like a 97% chance it'd bite you and run away if you had one, but go for it!

Also same with that background thing! They definitely aren't my strength, but there's so many places in the au I want to draw that it's like agh!! I feel like maybe when the au is finished I'll go back and draw a scene from each chapter, because I've got a really specific idea of what some of these places look like and I want to be able to see them!!

I don't really use webtoon, but I think that's a compliment so thanks! And yeah it would've been a lot more work to make it into a webtoon and would move a lot slower that I'd want it too. I am!! impatient!! Unfortunately my chapters are too long for weekly updates, but I can do every other week! it's very precise. Every other sunday I post a new chapter!! This sunday is actually the next one, though I don't remember what number we're at. 15? I'm about to finish writing 17 (which is probably going to be the longest one so far if it keeps doing the things its doing) so I've lost track.

I don't know how fast-paced the story is as a whole, but I think it's on the quicker side. Especially in those first few chapters, because what I've done is dropped us into the end of a story, or what was supposed to be the end. This is set months after Unlocked, and the mission I put them straight into from the beginning of the story would've been the final battle of another. It would've been the big victory against the bad guys where everything afterwards settles down and they can live peacefully, but I interrupted that. I stole them out of that ending and created a new story parallel to the first one. So there was no build up to the climax, it was suddenly there! That might make it seem a little fast.

And then from there in the next chapter or two things are falling into place in order for me to actually tell the story I want to. Really the first like 2-3 chapters are just getting to where we needed to be for me to start the story, so I might've rushed it a little in order to get there faster, because while the first parts are important, they're not the focus of my story until later!

I do think I also have a preference for faster stories, which is fine! There are slower parts where the kotlcrew are more hanging out and the plot isn't going as fast, the first few chapters are just a lot. Maybe that's why it seems breezed through! There was so much worldbuilding and background in that one chapter that it was difficult to give everything attention all at once, though other details are given throughout the rest of the story.

I hope you enjoy the rest of the chapters should you choose to read them!! Perhaps I'll go back and start a little reread with you because it's been months since I've seen some of these chapters. you could tell me what happened better than me! Partially because it's mixed up in my brain with things I almost wrote but didn't, while you only have what actually happened.

But I'm glad you enjoyed the first chapter!! The wings au is a lot of fun so it's always cool to see people reading it <33

#wings au my beloved...#it's been over six months and I am still. writing #we just keep going #don't mind me just gonna take another six months to finish /j #i'm in the middle of one big plot thing #I have at least one and a half more I definitely want to do #but there's also a vague concept for another thing I'd like to do #but the details aren't fully worked out #only halfway there #but it's fun!!#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc wings au #wings au asks #quil's queries #heathen nonsie #nonsie love #shattered upside down

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kabira · 4 years

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02 | team project

pairing — spider-man!vernon x ofc

featuring — joshua, yeji (itzy), felix (skz), yangyang (nct)

word count — 2.6k

genres — spider-man au, marvel au, fluff, action, angst, humor

warnings — none

note — this is a little rushed, sorry ;-; i haven’t updated in two weeks despite only having posted the pilot so i was like !! ahh !! gotta update !! and here it is, your first ever (and very brief) appearance. i’ll edit it soon! as usual, send me an ask or dm if you want to be added to the taglist <3

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“Is this about me leaving Rhino on Midtown’s front porch?” Vernon demanded. “Because if it is, I’ll have you know that I left him in good hands—”

"Calm down, Wonder Kid," Fury said. He didn't look amused like Vernon had hoped, which meant that whatever he'd come here to talk about was serious. Well, what else should he have expected from the head of S.H.I.E.L.D.? "It's not about that. Well—not entirely. It's about the good hands you mentioned."

Vernon narrowed his eyes. He'd met Fury a few times before, and never during favorable conditions. The last time he's seen the guy, Spider-Man had almost been pummeled to death by none other than the Goblin himself. "They said something about bringing him to S.H.I.E.L.D.," he muttered. "I should have guessed."

Fury didn't respond, instead reaching inside his jacket to bring out an envelope. He threw the open envelope onto the table in front of Vernon, making a few pictures half spill out from inside. "You know what that is?"

Vernon glanced at him suspiciously before slowly picking up the pictures and going through them. Each of them was a glossy shot of various locations in New York, and all of them had a major recurring theme—the places were completely trashed. Overturned cars, building walls with holes in them, bent lampposts. Wearily, he set the pictures down face-up on the table, then looked up at the man, who stared back with an unreadable expression on his face.

A beat passed. "Was that a rhetorical question?"

"Jesus, kid," Fury muttered. "All of those pictures were taken moments after a fight between you and one of your fanclub members. Now, I'm not saying I don't appreciate you taking care of a couple of minor criminals in the city—"

"Minor criminals?"

"—but I can't let you treat the place like it's your neighborhood playpen," he finished. Next to him, the pretty agent-slash-counselor sat with her legs folded, her surprisingly stern gaze fixed on Vernon. The attention made him squirm. "S.H.I.E.L.D. is a global defense organization, for god's sake. We don't have the time to clean up after kids who don't know even know their three Rs."

"Let me guess," Vernon said, "rock, roll, ramble?"

"Even your wisecracks aren't funny anymore, kid." Fury shook his head.

Ouch. "That hurt my feelings."

The man glared at him out of his one good eye. "You can't keep going like this forever," he said. "You're on your way to be one of the greats—don't look at me like that, hell if I'm gonna repeat that—but the big guys take care of their messes. They don't leave poor innocent civilians behind to get new paint jobs on their Kias. All that damage your careless fighting left behind, who's gonna take care of that?"

"Insurance?" Vernon suggested. Agent Fox cracked a smile, warming his insides. Her sitting aside in silence as Fury chewed him out was a little unnerving. He wondered if looking on silently while high-rankers lectured kids was something she had to do regularly. You gotta have a heart of ice to sit through that.

"You are," Fury said grimly, and Vernon blinked. "And you're gonna start today."

"What was it that you really wanted?" Vernon asked, crossing his arms over his chest, making his t-shirt stretch tight over his biceps. He really needed to go shopping. "You can't tell me the world's best spy came all the way to some backwater high school just to lecture a kid about cleanliness being next to godliness."

"You're a special case, Parker," Fury said, and Vernon placed a hand over his heart, mockingly going aw. "And you're right. I'm not here just to lecture you about your repeated careless mistakes, I'm here to help you fix them."

Vernon looked at him suspiciously, already wary of what was to come next. "And how do you propose I do that?"

"You've already shown me multiple times you can't do it yourself," Fury said. "Look, kid, here's the thing: you have a problem, and I have a problem. I also happen to have a joint solution to both."

Vernon slumped in his chair. Here it comes. "What problem could you possibly have? Nuclear warheads threatening to destroy civilians' Kias in Manhattan?"

"You really gotta work on those one-liners." Fury sighed. "There's a group of kids in the Helicarrier like you—up-and-coming superheroes in need of some real-world experience. They've got the training you need to handle jobs with efficiency, and you have the practical experience. They've got the goods—just like you—but nowhere real to practice them."

"You mean those guys," Vernon said, sitting up and recalling the three who had helped him in the fight against Rhino. "You mean—you want me to teach them?"

"I want you to work with them," Fury said. "Train with them, fight with them, lead what could be the next greatest team of post-humans."

"So basically, your solution is to sic a bunch of newbies on me as some kind of damage control," Vernon said angrily. "And what if I refuse?"

"Nothing," the spy answered simply. "You're not under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s official jurisdiction yet, so I can't do anything to you even if I want to—unless, of course, I absolutely have to. You're allowed to walk out of here right now, but I can't guarantee that that's gonna work out for you."

Vernon considered this. He knew a threat when he heard one, even when it wasn't a yell of SPIDER-MAN, I'M GONNA KILL YOU, but he also knew that Nick Fury's threats weren't always real threats. However, he did not like his chances.

"As long as they stay out of my business," he muttered, knowing that was the one thing they were least likely to do. He knew how closely teams operated, and it didn't take his spider sense to figure out that this team was going to be much nosier than that. He recalled the annoyed scowl on that Nova guy's face, and internally shuddered.

"It's a deal," Fury said pleasantly, as if Vernon had any choice but to accept the so-called 'deal'. "I'll be checking in regularly, so bear in mind that I'll know if you ever kill one of your teammates and throw their body into the East River."

"I would never go to that much trouble," he replied equally pleasantly, getting up. Then he glanced at the clock, and scowled. "I can't believe you made me skip my biology quiz for five minutes of parental guidance."

"Oh, I'd never lie to a teacher, kid," Fury said, patting his shoulder as he passed him. "A counseling session I promised, and a counseling session you will get."

Vernon glanced at the other agent in dismay, but she only smiled—whether in amusement or reassurance, he couldn't tell. She clicked her pen, picking up the pad, her eyes twinkling. "Settle down, Spider-Man," she said. "This will only take forty minutes."

Vernon almost considered opting out of eating in the cafeteria, but changed his mind at the last moment, knowing it was the only time other than first period biology he got to see Joshua on Mondays. He desperately needed to vent, and his bespectacled friend was the only one who even came close to understanding to the layers of his identity, one of which was a deep-rooted hatred for the universal authority on superheroes.

So he stalked right into lunch, barely noticing the gunk of whatever-it-was thwacking into his plastic tray, and headed for their usual table in the corner of the cafeteria. He didn't need to go that far to get to Joshua, however, as the blue-haired boy almost walked smack into him as he made his way there.

"Woah, woah, steady," Joshua said, grabbing his bicep to prevent them from colliding. "Why are you making like a steamroller towards that innocent little table? And what the hell were you during biology? What was that about?"

Vernon cast a careful glance around the cafeteria, at the crowd of people, one of which could easily overhear them in the close range. "I'll give you the details later," he murmured. "The cusp of the matter is: Fury blackmailed me into signing up for a team activity."

"Wait, wait, wait, Nick Fury?" Joshua asked in awe as they walked over to the table, gripping his tray tightly and hunching his shoulders, leaning slightly towards Vernon in interest. "You mean he was here, in this school?"

"Not even the first time, Josh."

"Not the—" Joshua shook his head, as if shooing away the thoughts. "Okay. Filing that information away for further perusal later. So you're telling me Nick Fury, super-spy, came to this place—" he spread his arms, indicating the school— "to talk to you. Man, sometimes I forget Spider-Man's supposed to be a household name."

"Shut up," Vernon hissed, casting a furtive glance at a heavily tattooed blonde who passed them by closely. "But yeah. And he asked me to team up with these noobs from the S.H.I.E.L.D. future program or something."

Joshua frowned. "But that's kind of cool, though, right?"

"Not if they're gonna slow me down," he replied. "Spider-Man's always operated alone, and—wait, what the hell?"

He stopped in his tracks right before the table, a stunned expression on his face. Joshua raised his eyebrows, following his gaze to the table, which was, surprisingly enough, already occupied.

She was there, of course, at her usual seat, the third from the left, except she was not alone. There was another girl, with dark hair and piercing eyes, picking at a soggy fry with her lips pursed. Next to her was a brooding blond with freckles that stood out against his shockingly pale skin. Last, but not the least, was the boy with the tanned skin who was making Vernon's best friend laugh so hard she was doubled over, a familiar cocky edge to his smile.

"Ah," Joshua said.

Lucy Langdon was one of Vernon's, and therefore Spider-Man's, biggest pressure points. She was also one of the only ones who had been left virtually untouched by all his superhero shenanigans, and he wanted to keep it that way. Though she was smart enough keep up with a few new trainees, as far as Vernon was concerned, she was strictly off-limits. Even to superheroes who could fly and called themselves Nova.

Vernon stalked over to the table and slammed his tray on the surface so hard he made everyone jump. Then he glared at the boy sitting next to her, the one with the bronzed skin, as Joshua stood by awkwardly. "You're in my seat," he said pointedly.

The boy cocked a lazy eyebrow, gesturing to the unoccupied seats opposite him. "I don't see your name on it."

Vernon ground his teeth, raising his hand (no doubt to petulantly slam it down on the table next to his tray) but Joshua grabbed his wrist, giving him a meaningful look. "Don't start anything that can be easily avoided," he muttered to the boy, and Vernon relented, albeit grudgingly.

"You're late," Lucy said conversationally, though your voice was higher than usual, probably because of the sudden tension that had descended upon the table. Vernon sat down slowly, still glaring at the boy, and she glanced at Joshua, who only shrugged. "These are, uhm, they're new."

"I figured," Vernon muttered.

"Three in one day? And this late into the year?" Joshua wondered aloud, raising his eyebrows. "Now I'm curious."

"Nothing worth your curiosity, I'm afraid," the new girl replied. Her eyes, when they swept over Vernon, were watchful and aware. "Just a coincidence. I was supposed to join earlier but there was a family emergency. As for these two, I can only guess." Her smile was small but sharp. "I'm Yeji."

"Felix," said the blond. He looked gloomy, but maybe it was just because of the unhealthy-looking pallor of his skin.

"And I'm Yangyang," the last boy said, with an impish grin that rubbed Vernon the wrong way. He already knew who these three were supposed to be—actually, everyone was supposed to know Felix, since Iceman was already a pretty famous member of the X-Men. Surely dyed hair couldn't be the only change needed to disguise that face? "Me and Felix are cousins, actually."

"Felix and I," Vernon mumbled under his breath, and Lucy gave him a look which he ignored. "Since when did you start taking people in for charity?"

She raised her eyebrows. "Be nice," she said. "They were in my Home Economics class, and if it hadn't been for Yeji here, I might have blown up the marble cake I was supposed to be making."

Joshua frowned. "How?"

"A story for another day." She smiled an unreadable smile, dark eyes sparkling. "Now—"

"No," Vernon said.

She glanced at him. "Excuse me?"

"No," he repeated. Then, as jerkily as he had sat down, he got up, and jabbed a finger at the new arrivals in turn, before pointing over his shoulder. "You three," he said venomously, "to the corridor. Now."

"Aw, man, I can't believe you're being so sensitive about this," Yangyang—Nova—complained loudly, though there was a shit-eating grin on his face as he followed Vernon into the hallway. "So Fury transferred us into your school without checking with you first. Big deal. What are you supposed to be, the queen of England?"

Vernon gave him a spiteful look, but otherwise ignored his remark. Instead, he focused on Yeji, who was watching him patiently, because she looked like the most sensible member of the group. He stared at her for a long moment, struggling to find the words that would convey the exact measure of his indignance. "Why?" he asked finally, giving up.

She shrugged helplessly. "Look, we didn't ask for this, either," she answered. "We're under orders, so it's not like we can just up and leave. Huddling in the hallway isn't a smart decision, either—we already have all eyes on us because of being the three new kids who randomly joined on the same day, and this is only making us look even more suspicious."

Vernon glared at her, trying to think of a good argument, then gave up. He turned on Felix, who was standing off to the side with folded arms, still looking uninterested in the conversation. "You," he said, narrowing his eyes, "you're Iceman."

Felix looked at him neutrally. "Yes."

"You're not under S.H.I.E.L.D.," Vernon said, pointing an accusatory finger. "And you have enough real-world experience, so there's no reason for you to be here instead of with the X-Men—"

"Dude," Felix said frostily; no pun intended. "Drop it."

Yeji nodded, giving Vernon a meaningful look he could not decipher.

"Aw, come on, web-head," Yangyang interjected. "We saved your life and you didn't even thank us, but I'll let that go since your manners aren't exactly polished. But this is just boring."

"It is not," Vernon seethed. "I'll talk to Fury—"

Yangyang snorted. "Good luck with that."

"—or the principal—"

"The new principal," Yeji muttered. "Agent Coulson."

Vernon made an exasperated noise. "The only reason I even agreed to Fury's stupid offer was because I thought it would get him off my case!" he yelled. "School is the only part of my life that's separate from all the wacky crap I have to deal with otherwise, and now even that—" He clenched his teeth. "If I'd known it meant having you people barge into my life like this—"

"Then you couldn't have done anything about it, even knowing," Yeji said, gently cutting him off. "Face it, hero. You're stuck with us as much as we're stuck with you—whether any of us like it or not."

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anlian-aishang · 4 years

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*casually slips from your ao3 into your tumblr* Hiya! I'm a sucker for Punk!Levi, but all the fics i've ever found out there are with Punk!Levi vs sweet innocent preppy reader etc etc Could a goth/rock (yet tattooless) girl over here get some Punk!Levi love please?🥺Preferably nsfw at some point,if you want any details i could elaborate on settings and stuff ,but i love your writing so much and i trust you to just go to town with it:') Thank you so much in advance love,hope you're well!

Special shoutout to @nefelimalfoy for holding my hand and introducing me to this trope. I would be clueless without her. This is my first punk try, but I have definitely been sucked in! I can’t wait to write it again in the future! I hope you enjoy, love 🖤

Word count: 3000 Tags: smut, modern AU, fem!reader

Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought

No matter who you were, no matter how many times you had done it, performing in front of a crowd was always a rush.

For Levi, each show came with an extra buzz. He never discounted his luck of success in this industry, but he also never took his backup for granted. The incredible musician you were, each song by your side reminded him: he was fortunate to have snatched you up into his band. After years of touring together, his feelings for you still intensified each night.

Tonight was no different.

After such a great show, hours of performing by your side, he was looking forward to spending time alone with you. To his dismay, you were somehow able to sneak away from the aftershow early. Watching you head off for the crowd, longing to join you, he still could not help but love his view from behind. Tight leather skirt bounced up a little high. Fishnet stockings the only cover of your lower cheeks and upper thighs. Tall black boots perfectly clung to the curves of your calves. She’s the entire package.

As all his attention drifted from his fans to his backup, guests became jealous of his obvious crush. As with most things in life, however, he did not give a shit. When it came to how others felt about him, there was only one person whose opinion actually mattered.

After the last of hastily signed autographs, Levi wasted no more time with the fans. He wanted, needed, to find you.

// // //

At last, he did.

First, he searched backstage, only finding your other bandmates, all of whom also had no idea where you were. The ride was still parked out back, you were not there, you could not be at the hotel either.

Deviant little thing must have wandered off. Levi begrudgingly made for the mob. The damp and sweaty environment of clubs, he never got used to it in his years as a musician. He waded his way through a sea of fans. As they threw themselves onto him, he ignored every one of them, only in search of you.

After shoving girls off of him for what felt like years, he was disappointed to find you attached to some random guy in the mob. In fact, disappointment was an understatement.

Levi clenched his teeth, looking up through dark bangs, “Meet and greets are over.”

The drunkard did not seem to recognize the lead singer, blatantly ignoring his authority. “Hah. I don’t have to pay to see her. She wants me here.” The fan maintained eye contact with your lead as he lowered a hand to your hip, tugging you into his side.

Tch… idiot. This fanboy was lingering a little too close to you for a little too long.

Ignoring Levi’s trademark glare, he bantered on, “Listen, shorty. She’s a big girl, she can make her own decisions, even if you don’t like them.” He rubbed a sweaty palm up and down your side, drawing an uncomfortable grimace from you.

That’s it. One hand was soft in holding you in place. The other hand roughly shoved that asshat off of you and to the floor. A swift kick of his boot knocked out some teeth, keeping him silent and in place while also drawing gasps and stares from the entire venue.

It was all he could take for one night. Lined eyes met yours, “Come on, let’s get outta here.”

// // //

Levi held a fierce grip of your wrist as he snuck you out the backdoors.

Instead of the tour bus, he took you back to the hotel on his motorbike. The brisk wind from air resistance was not the only reason for your chills. Leather jacket was sweet and rough against your skin. Arms around his abs, you could feel the muscles underneath those layers. Head against his shoulders, concert smells of booze and drugs were masked by his clean cologne. As romantic as the ride was, you felt you knew exactly the punishment that was waiting for you back at the hotel.

Each time a fan got too eager, he was quick to crack down on you. You’re a star, don’t you know that? Act like you’re worth something. Stop giving yourself away to these fuckin’ losers. He had scolded you countless times.

As soon as you dismounted his bike and took your body off his, he quickly revived the contact with a tight hold of your hand. Fingers intertwined with yours. If not so preoccupied by the upcoming discipline, you would have noted: it was the first time he ever held your hand.

He hurriedly dragged you to his hotel room. Without turning the lights on, he slammed the door behind you and gave a stern glare. Fuck. Here we go again.

When he opened his mouth, you cut him off in defense, “Yeah, I get it… it makes us look bad, too accessible, not exclusive, whatever! I get it. Okay!?…”

Levi knit his brows. It was not that. That reason he had always used, that it was bad for the band or whatever, it was always just a coverup. The guise he had used in protecting his feelings for you, he would have to abandon it and just tell the truth. “No, brat.”

Huh?

After countless reruns of this act, you thought you had the scene figured out. Little did you know, the night ahead was not a lecture, but it was indeed a punishment.

// // //

Levi brought a gloved hand to the back of your neck and tugged your ear to his lips, “It’s that I can’t fucking take it.”

A hand around your neck was already an adrenaline rush, but something about those silver rings, that spiked bracelet, and the fact that it was your lead singer Levi gave an unbelievable thrill. Fingers caressed your neck perfectly around the barbs of your choker, as if he knew it like the back of his hand, both squeezing and tickling. Eyes bore into you, just long enough to make you think, before bringing you into a deep and unexpected kiss.

No point in slow build-up, he had been doing that for years, Levi ate at you like you were the last thing on Earth. Looped piercings in his lip tugged yours. Metal stud in his tongue clanged against your teeth. Hot soft tongue was the perfect contrast to his cold hard jewelry. The stark opposites made for a blend of pain and pleasure. A blend only I can give her.

You never imagined yourself to fall into that stereotype: the female musician who sleeps with the male lead, but goddamn, if it doesn’t feel good… You could not help yourself. All at once, you gave in. All too clearly, you realized the fantasy you were living out. The dream that countless girls would kill for, you were in it. Not making the most of this opportunity, it would be an injustice to everyone.

You kissed him back - hard. Your tongue moved with a mind of its own, dancing with his in between licks of his teeth. Sneaky fingers snaked underneath his shirt, lifting it up by the hem. You had seen him shirtless countless times, a typical crowd-pleaser at concerts, but never in such an intimate setting. This close and personal, in lieu of strobes and smoke, you could notice each and every fascinating detail in his tattoos, in his muscle, in him.

Your eager response to advances was more than a pleasant surprise. His calm and collected nature, however, resisted the urge to cave in. A string of saliva stretched as he pulled from the kiss, “Hmph, a bad girl are we?”

He had called you that plenty of times before. But now that you knew his true feelings, all those prior incidents were given new significance. Just the idea that he had been flirting with you all along, you felt your panties dampening already.

You bit your lip, “Maybe I am.”

When you snickered, he dove right back in, hungrier than before. This time, instead of your lips, he scraped his teeth along your jawline. He made a fist in your hair and pulled your head to the side, allowing himself to leave love marks all along your neck. The reddening bruises and bites drew riled gasps from you. Music to his ears. Your singing voice was sexy, but these vocals were something else.

Between nips and licks, he exhaled against your neck, “Mmm… relax, sweetheart.” He heightened his pitch, “I haven’t even started yet.”

He had waited far too long for this. Multiple tours, countless concerts, you were absolutely irresistible to him through and through. Each time that you shared a dressing room, each time you danced with him on stage, each time you nodded off on his shoulder after a gig, you had unknowingly wrapped him around your finger. His vision… now that I’m finally living it…, excited erection already leaking in his pants, Oh, fuck me...

At last, he had this chance. He had to make you all his: tell the world and remind you that you belonged to him and him alone. The image of you, covered in his marks, on display for everyone who oggled you, it was giving him an entirely new feeling: an intense mixture of pride, lust, vanity, jealousy, even more indescribable emotions…

There was only one way to take it out.

// // //

After leaving marks all the way down your neck, clavicle, chest, he found himself at the cusp of your corset. The garment daunted him for just a moment before he rapidly tugged the cups beneath your breasts. He was about to stick you into his mouth when a glimmer caught his eye.

Nipple piercings? He never thought you would actually have them and fuck, if he did not like them a lot. He chuckled into you, breath further hardening your nipple, “Naughty little thing…”

You opened your mouth to retort, but a sudden clamp of his teeth prohibited any words and allowed only gasps.

“Oh, fuck!” Cold metal of his tongue was the polar opposite to your warm nipple. Sensation nothing short of amazing.

You sounded amazing too. Sharp inhales encouraged him to bite and lick even harder. His mouth played with your right nipple. Left hand pinched the other. Right hand snuck underneath your skirt. Fingers woven into your fishnets squeezed your delightful ass. He was using his entire body to play with yours. All of him, all of his attention, was absolutely overwhelming. You threw your head back and moaned.

And that - your desperate exertion - forced an end to the foreplay, it was the last he could take. He grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around. A rough grasp of the back of your neck shoved you face down onto the bed. Hungry hands hiked your skirt up past your hips. As you heaved against the sheets, he allowed himself a moment to take in your sorry state. Stockings held up by garter belts. Panties bunched in between your folds. Curves accentuated by your sexy mess of an outfit. A hell of a view, he punished it with a spank.

He pressed his full front to your back, muscular abs meeting your curves from behind. Hand in your hair yanked your head up off the mattress, allowing him to snarl right into your ear, “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

A harsh slap of your ass resonated throughout the room, sound bouncing off the walls. Holy fuck.

“How long...” Voice grew angrier. “How long I’ve watched you flirt with fucking lowlifes right in front of my eyes?”

When you whimpered in whiplash, he denied any sympathy. Unsettling. “Answer me, baby.”

There was no way to answer him. With his relentless spanking and hair-pulling, your brain could not formulate - mouth could not speak - any words. You could only cry out desperately. He was shameless in savoring it.

A low chuckle, “Speechless, huh?”

“L - Levi…” Another spank. “Ahh! It - It…!” Stings, hurts, burns…

“Feels good?”

That too.

When you nodded against the bed, he snickered, “It’s about to feel even better, sweetheart.” Better than anyone else can make you feel.

With a firm palm still at your nape, he used his other hand to undress you both. First, he unbuckled his belt and tore it out from under the loops. Next, he pulled the waistbands of his underwear and skinny jeans down, just enough to free his sprung member. Finally, he yanked your panties down to your ankles, forcing his gaze below. Only now did he realize: both of you still had your thick black boots on, legs covered by tight stockings and black pants respectively. His dick dripping so much precum, harder than ever before, he barely recognized himself. A low chuckle sent chills down your spine, your shivering easily noticed.

There was no one more overprotective of you than Levi. No one was quicker to come to your aid and shove boys off of you. You always felt safe in his presence, yet, the nerves were undeniable now. Suspense in your eyes, you turned back to your partner.

When he toyed with you earlier, you assumed he was cool and collected. When you laid eyes on him now though, physicality gave clues to his true state. Chest heaved both heavily and rapidly. Even in this darkness, you could still make out the blush in his face. Steel grey eyes attempted to look stern, but you knew him well enough, you were not blind to the glimmer of vulnerability. When he licked and bit down his lips, you wondered if the motion was natural or forced for you. At your seductive sight, he did not know either.

The stimulation was so much, he could not wait any longer. Shaky hands held his member at your entrance. Breathless, he teased, “Are you ready, baby?”

Mustered up a tinge of courage, you snapped back, “I am. I don’t think you are though, seeing as you’ve been stalling for so long.” Years in fact.

Levi grit his teeth. Tch… you little punk! Without any hesitation, he shoved his throbbing member all the way back into you, you had practically dared him to at this point. Despite arousals aching from anticipation, both of you gasped at the immense sensation. Your dripping wet pussy, his rock solid cock were both too good to each other. A perfect match.

Right after entering, he had already thrown his head back in pleasure. Heart pounded in his chest, but you felt so fucking good, he could not help but start pumping.

The moment he broke into you was the moment your cheeks started to sting from the spanking. A tingling in your core, a tingling on your skin: perfect timing.

You had always thought that his singing voice could never be beaten, but then there was the dirty talk. Once you accepted that as the best, there was now this god-given blend of low grunts and light gasps. Singing to teasing to breathing. Kissing to foreplay to penetration. He just gets better and better.

“God! Your cunt is so tight and so - and so -” stunned inhales interrupted his sentiment, “so fucking wet.” Voice trailed on the last syllable.

Levi drilled into you so aggressively, your entire body was bouncing on the bed. When your angelic voice shook from the motion, it pushed him to fuck you even harder.

That telltale feeling - the tickling heat deep inside, the cascading wave of pleasure, the pulsing of your pussy - you knew you were close. Bruised neck, licked nipples, raw cheeks, he had done you just right. With this merciless fucking, he had given you all you could take.

Sloppy tongue stumbled over his name as eyes rolled back into your head, “L - Le’viii! I’m… I’m...!”

Through grit teeth, he grumbled, “Tell me!” While he tried to maintain his steadfast dominance, he knew he was getting close too. A pleading gasp, “Tell me, brat!”

Fingers desperately clutched the sheets, “I’m.. gon’na… I’m gonna…! nguhh…”

So fucking close. Command, urgency, begging caused Levi to raise his voice, unknowingly heightening your climax, “Gonna cum, baby?”

“Y - Yes!”

“All over my dick, baby?”

“Heh - yeah!” Your orgasm took over your entire being. Without a second of pause, mouth gasped in repetitions of his name, sighs of pleasure, overstimulated cries, more and more and more of his name.

Little did you know: that was the last bit he not only needed, but could take as well. An impossibly fast pace jerked him to orgasm. He had masturbated to this scene countless times before, but here in the moment, this release was better than all of those combined.

His warm strands shot far into you, mixing with your own fluids. Climaxing together - the way your walls seized around him, the way his dick pulsed inside you - it was a feeling you both instantly recognized: you would have to chase it again in the future.

However cruel he could be in sex, he cared for you so greatly, practically worshipping the ground you walked on. Completely weak in the knees, he still thought of you first. I’ve worn her out enough. An arm around your back pulled you close as Levi collapsed at your side.

Faced with each other, both breathless and panting, he brushed flopped hair out of your face and gave a tender kiss. The perfect mix of good guy and bad boy. When you kissed him back, he felt it was all he would ever need, you were all he could ever ask for.

My love, “I should’ve confessed sooner.”

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theladylovingcrow · 5 years

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New Places, Friendly Faces (Sanny) Pt 1

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny), lil bit of Danny/Ronnie but he's quickly swept away with Sam

Length: about 2k

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Diner AU, No band AU, fluff, some angst, awkwardness, first dates, you know the ones where person A's date is failing and person B comes and sits with them, sorry i forgot what its called but that, hand holding, flirting, Sanny

Summary: Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for *weeks* to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.

Author's Notes: I don't know what inspired me to do this but I'm very very happy with how it's turning out (and I've never written a longer-ish multi chapter story before, so this is interesting!) I would hate for Danny to not know the Kiszkas growing up, but hey I think I made their first meeting pretty damn cute!

Also, just FYI this is set roughly in late January of whatever year, so the twins are supposed to be 20, Ronnie is 18 I think, Danny just turned 18, and Sam is 17 (I think I did all the math right but idk) HOWEVER it wasn't until I finished that I realized I absolutely did not make their appearances congruent with what they would have looked like then.... Sam and Danny look like 2018 ish but the twins also look like their high school selves :( Idk sorry

Also, because Sam is 17, this will not be posted on Rockfic and will be marked as underage, though I'm not planning for it to get dirty

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Danny had been taping his foot for the past fifteen minutes.

He usually didn't do that, it wasn't his nervous tick of non-choice, but Michelle hadn't showed up yet, and it was nearing eight.

Checking his watch, Danny watched the hand tick to 7:58 and then looked up, peering around the restaurant he was in.

Diner, he corrected himself. It was a homey, 1960's American diner, a little more exposed timbers and bear carvings than checkered tiles and jukeboxes, but that's what you got in Michigan. The building was low and sturdy, a log structure with a river rock chimney over the grills in back. Every single wall was decorated with various signed pictures of celebrities that had passed through, local newspaper articles about Gerald and Fern's Homestyle Grill, old handsaws, vintage pop signs, and a million other trinkets and posters chosen by the owners (Gerald and Fern, he assumed, though they'd probably passed on considering how old the place looked to be).

It was a nice restaurant, Danny thought; the atmosphere was welcoming and calm despite the occasional clamor from the kitchen, and the decor was very interesting to look at. Plus, the waitress that had directed him to a window booth and brought him some water was just gorgeous.

'Don't think that! You're on a date, idiot' Danny scolded himself, shaking his head. Well, he was technically waiting for the date to start, seeing as she hadn't showed up yet. But, he still shouldn't be admiring another girl like that when his wasn't there - that would just make him an asshole.

But maybe Michelle was a little bit of an asshole because she said she'd meet him at 7 o'clock and it was now 8:06- 'Stop. It.' Danny scolded himself again, mentally smacking himself upside the head.

'Didn't your mother ever tell you to assume the best of people?' One voice asked.

'Of course!' Another Danny answered.

'Well, then, she probably got stuck in traffic, or her dog threw up in her car, or she hit a bad pothole, or her mom made her go to the store, or-'

'Okay, I get it! She probably doesn't mean to be so late,' Danny conceded, concluding the conversation he was having with himself. Maybe the waitress was right and he had been sitting there by himself for a little too long.

Of course, being the nice girl she was, the waitress - Ronnie her name was Ronnie - had stopped by periodically whenever she had a minute to chat with him or finally bring him some coffee after he had given in to the craving.

Danny looked down at the small bouquet wilting on the table and sighed. Looked like this date was a bust, just like the few others he'd attempted, and he'd actually been very excited to see her. In fact, it was Michelle who had suggested this Gerald's Grill when he had shyly asked her out in Biology.

He had finally made up his mind to just stop wasting Ronnie's time and go home when a group of boys came trouping in, wet from the snow but in exuberant spirits and, apparently, "In great need of some refreshment, Ronnie dear!"

That made him want to pack up and get out even faster because, honestly, he didn't need any more knowing looks or judgement right now, but the last boy to walk in made him freeze with his coat halfway on.

The kid looked about Danny's age, roughly the same height but a whole lot skinnier. He had on skin tight jeans, scuffed hiking boots, and a red woolen coat. When he turned to talk to Ronnie, Danny could see the Tom Petty hoodie beneath the jacket and some silver necklaces.

'Nice,' he thought, 'seems like a cool guy: good taste in music and fashion.'

Also, 'Fucking gorgeous'.

What made him pause his leaving, though, wasnt the guy's body but his face - his sculpted brows, insanely high cheekbones, pink lips, and long lashes; all framed by the healthiest looking head of hair Danny had ever seen, second only to his own, or possibly one of the guy's he had come in with (the one who yelled for Ronnie) that had rather impressive, long curls styled to look like 70's mutton chops. There was something naggingly familiar about his features, but Danny couldn't place it.

Ronnie rolled her eyes and pointed the group of boys to a large table in the Eastern corner of the diner.

She snagged some menus and followed behind them, though another guy, this one also with long hair (he was having some competition here) grown out Justin Beiber style (okay, maybe not) said; "We don't need those, Ronnie, I'm pretty sure Sammy here has the whole menu memorized by now. Right, Sam-a-lam-a?"

The intruiging boy nodded, starting to recite off what sounded like a very accurate, detailed account of the diner's menu, prices and everything. Danny was surprised at the slight raspy, smokers quality of his voice, but it was pleasant, in a way.

After the fourth item or so, Ronnie stopped "Sammy" with a swat to the shoulder, shaking her heading and muttering "stupid genius" under her breath. He grinned up at her, wiggling his eyebrows and asking for a round of Vernors, pretty please, Ronnie-kins.

Holy shit, they were siblings! That's what had been buzzing at the back of his head for the past couple minutes; those mouths and cheekbones, seductive eyes, that lovely hair. The guy was Ronnie's brother (and no wonder he was so beautiful then).

Squinting, Danny watched the party in the corner. Two of the other guys, 70's hair and Justin Beiber (though he felt bad calling him that since he seemed cool and, hey, he'd had the same 'do when trying to grow his out) were laughing at something Ronnie said, leaning on each other and behaving the exact same way, down to their blinks.

Twins! Danny could tell because he had two cousins, also twins, that acted exactly like that. Wait, though.... they looked awfully similar to-

More siblings?! Jesus, how many kids did this family have? He hoped the four were all, for the sake of their parents.

He guessed that the twins were a little older, so either "Sammy" or Ronnie had to be the youngest, though they all looked awfully similar in age.

'Seriously, how do their parents handle that?' Especially with the attractive, flirty twins, beautiful daughter, and the super smart supermodel - it had to be several handfuls raising a house like that. Danny suddenly felt a bit more sympathy for his parents, even with just having to deal with him and his little sister.

Ronnie sashayed away, calling over her shoulder for the boys to keep it down. They all hooted and hollered in response, seeing as Danny was the only other patron to bother at the moment.

Danny slowly sat back down, curious as to what interesting conversations he would hear from the group. The twin with curly hair was currently talking to a larger guy on the other side of the table about the "carefully curated sensuality" of Led Zeppelin's Prescence, which alone made him want to stay.

Not to mention, he could continue to observe the hot guy that was immediately fascinating him like few people did. Danny wasn't deluded enough to think it was love at first sight - though it was definitely a fair amount of lust - but there was something about the other boy that made him want to track his every move down to the blinking of his eyes.

"Woah there, creepy much? Chill out, he probably doesn't even like guys anyways," Danny muttered to himself, hoping that his staring wasn't obvious enough to make "Sammy" aware of it. He loved to people watch - and admire, but hated the uncomfortable confrontation of acknowledging that he had been doing so.

Supermodel boy twisted in his chair, looking at one of the many things on the wall - though it made Danny's breath catch because, could he tell? - when he caught Danny's eye. He smiled at Danny, making him smile a little tightly and nod in return.

At that moment, Ronnie came out of the back with a platter of glass pop bottles and a notebook tucked into her apron pocket, using her hip to close the swinging half-door to the area behind the counter. She smiled at Danny as he passed, murmuring a soft "I'll be right back with you," before continuing on to her brothers' table.

Gorgeous boy laughed - a surprisingly obnoxious, though maybe endearing, braying one - and reached out a fine boned hand, plucking a bottle from the tray before she could set it down. He took a long swallow, throat visibly working and eyes half closed, head tipped back. Danny quickly averted his own eyes unless he started drooling onto the tabletop.

Ronnie came over to him after a minute, refilling his coffee and insisting that she get him a piece of pie, on the house. He didn't have the heart to tell her no, not after more than an hour of sitting there pitifully, and especially not now that he knew her gorgeous brothers (or at least one of them, the prettiest, too) knew he was there. It would be incredibly embarrassing for them to know that he was stood up and alone; Danny wanted to give off a good impression, for some reason.

Ronnie walked away again, hips swaying, and disappeared into the back. "Sammy" laughed at the table in the corner and Danny's eyes shot to him, watching how he played with his straw between those two pillowy lips.

He started sweating a little bit, considering who he thought was more attractive (not like either of them would be interested in him, but). Ronnie was curvy and kind and beautiful, but Sam was lean and charismatic and had the most lovely facial structure Danny had ever seen.

'Ugh, bisexual problems', Danny thought. No one else would have know what he was talking about if they were there, though, since he had never mentioned it to his parents nor his few friends.

He wondered, idly - because he really was out of their league and it would never, ever happen - what his family would think if he brought either of them home. Ronnie would be sure to elicit absolute delight from his mother after her admonishment for getting a girlfriend in the first place (despite the fact that he was allowed to do what he wanted now that he was 18, Danny's mom still saw him as her little boy). Ronnie's brother, he wasn't sure; it's not like they were homophobic, but Danny was certain that him bringing home a guy out of nowhere would be quite the shock.

They'd warm up to Sam (he didn't want to call him "Sammy"; it felt too familiar to he polite, though he did like that), he was sure. His parents would be impressed by his intelligence and be charmed by his jokes, and tell Danny that they were glad he had found such a nice boyfriend.

Danny drifted off into a daydream of what it would be like to date Sam, to take him to family holiday meals and go out hiking with him and cuddle up on a late winter afternoon like this one. He rested his head on his hand, letting his eyes go unfocused as he envisioned the imaginary world in which he had an 11/10 boyfriend.

"Hey, I've got your pie. Mind if I sit and eat mine with you?"

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