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alexblakeisgay · 6 months

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Dating App Mishaps (Ch. 10)

Ship: Alex Blake/Reader

Summary: Alex didn't have Tinder by choice...but that doesn't mean it isn't going to come in handy.

Word Count: 1048

Emily's threat had successfully convinced Alex to call you.

Afterall, if the universe wanted to offer her an apology for, well, everything lately in the form of a gorgeous young woman who clearly wanted to have sex with her, the polite thing to do was gratefully accept.

So, she cut through all the preamble and texted you asking you to come over the next evening. It was completely out of her wheelhouse, this whole no-strings-attached type of relationship, but it wasn't as if she was in a place in her life where she could date and even if she was, she didn't really want a relationship either. So, what was the harm?

Then – and she couldn't possibly have articulated why exactly – she let curiosity get the best of her and once again opened up her laptop.

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When you knocked on Alex's apartment door, you weren't entirely certain what to expect... Her texts had merely told you where and when to show up, but lacked any sort of detail as to whether this was a date or a date, as it were.

(In the hopes that it was, indeed, a date, you'd decided to forgo panties...and you were very much hoping the gamble paid off.)

When she flung the door open, you were no clearer as to the answer (though, you did know what you hoped was the answer...). She was dressed in a white blouse unbuttoned far enough to expose her lacy black bra and dress slacks tight enough that you could see the outline of the strap she wore. You were practically salivating at the thought.

"Well?" Alex prompted, brow raised, and you realized you'd been staring for far too long. "Did you want to come inside?"

You swallowed thickly, nodded eagerly.

The door clicked shut behind you and in the next moment, Alex's breath was hot on the back of your neck. Beside your ear, she husked, "You've been a bad girl, Y/N..." When you gave a small nervous laugh in response, her fingers wound through your hair, tugging your head back sharply. "Good girls don't keep secrets," she said, then sank her teeth into your neck.

"I'm s-sorry," you stammered, though you weren't entirely certain what it was you were apologizing for.

"You will be," she said, then crossed the apartment to settle in one of the living room chairs. Then, with an expression that left little room for argument, she said, "Over my knee." You were quick to comply, bending yourself over her lap, ass up in the air awaiting your punishment. She flipped your little pleated plaid skirt up to expose your panties...or lack thereof. "What a little slut," she scoffed, brushing her knuckles through your cunt, "Wet already?"

You let out a little whimper, but couldn't seem to manage any words.

She brought her palm down sharply on your ass, causing you to let out a little squeak of surprise. "This is what happens to bad girls who keep secrets from Daddy," she said before spanking you a second time.

"But..."

"Ah-ah," she tutted. "Don't lie to me. I stumbled across your secret identity, Queen Mab..."

Your eyes went wide, your mouth hanging open a moment as you struggled to come up with an explanation. "It's... I mean... I just..."

Another swat to your ass. "If you want to be a little porn star, you'd best believe I want to know about it."

A beat.

"Really?" you squeaked, glancing up at her from over her shoulder. You weren't sure whether you were more surprised by the fact that she knew about it or the fact that she didn't seem to have a problem with it.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" she asked, continuing to administer your punishment as you squirmed in her lap. "I would've thought you'd be such a little attention whore that you'd want me to know..."

The next spank she administered landed on your cunt, causing you to yelp, then keen softly, trying not to let on just how much this was turning you on...

"You're n-not mad?" you stammered out, struggling to keep your voice level.

She barked out a laugh. "Mad that I have my own personal porn star? Hardly." Another smack to your ass. "That doesn't mean, though, that you don't deserve a punishment..."

You nodded solemnly, willing to accept said punishment with minimal complaint.

"Here's what's going to happen," she informed you, "I'm going to fuck this sweet little pussy...but if you cum, I stop. Understood?"

With a little whimper, you nodded, albeit reluctantly.

"Good girl," she purred. In the next moment, she'd slid two fingers into your dripping cunt.

"Alex!" you yelped, back arching, taut as a bowstring.

She chuckled as she thrust her fingers inside of you. "Something wrong, Angel?" It was a threat and you knew it...

You shook your head insistently, desperate for her to continue.

"I thought so..." Her thumb found your clit then, rubbing it in sharp counterpoint to each thrust of her fingers. "You've got a smart mouth until your cunt is wet, then that's all you can think about, isn't it?"

Once again, you nodded, whining.

She smacked your ass again. "Answer me."

"Yes, Daddy!" you quickly answered. "I'm a dumb little slut for you..."

The words seemed to please her greatly, judging by the groan that escaped past her lips. She seemed to renew her efforts to make you see stars, thrusting her fingers faster, crooking them slightly so they hit that spot inside you that made you gasp.

"Alex," you begged, "Alex, please..." You wanted to cum and you were hoping that if you just asked nicely enough, she'd give in.

She was made of sterner stuff, though. "I said no and I meant it," she snapped, sliding her fingers out of your cunt, causing you to whimper desperately. "Now, why don't you get on your knees and make it up to me?" she suggested, already undoing her pants and pulling out the strap on she wore...

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dehvastation · 4 months

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Nice Surprise Part 2 (With @DesolateBadass)

Wilder: I sat there listening in on the conversation with Amber and the new guy in town, taking a sip from my glass of whiskey. My tongue darted out to catch a small drop on my lips. Mysterious man seemed to have all the right answers and made it sound as if he was here on business. I wasn’t buying it.

I also wasn’t expecting you to stand up and walk over to my table. Taking that moment to let my crystal blue eyes scan your frame. It wasn’t very often that I came across someone as tall as I was, taking note of the way your shirt hugged your muscular physique. Standing up when you reach my table, my gaze locked with yours. Bold move to come introduce yourself, but it absolutely held my attention.

Slipping my hand into yours, giving it a firm shake. “It’s nice to meet you Dehv, I’m Wilder.” My hand lingers in yours for a brief moment, trying to get a read on you. I could hear your heart beating and it was calm, releasing your hand to motion to the chair. “Please feel free to join me.”

Taking a seat Amber drops off your drinks and I watch you move, it was effortless. Unable to stop myself from taking in the sight of your features, curiosity written on my own. Chewing on what I wanted to say to fully break the ice. “The filet mignon, medium rare?” I blink and glance up at Amber feeling her hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, that sounds perfect, sweetheart.” She scampers off once more to put the order in for both our steaks.

My gaze met yours once more and I did see the point in beating around the bush. “I’m sure it’s safe to assume if I can detect you are not human you are fully aware I’m not as well. So what exactly are you?” I state bluntly, making my own bold move to see how you’d react to someone being direct.

“I know you're not the one involved with the attacks, your scent doesn't match theirs. Are you working with them? Scouting out the next victim? How the fuck is your partner able to manage to make a scent vanish with no trace of where they went? It’s infuriating. Also, might want to let whoever you’re possibly working with, it ends tonight. This town is protected by us and we don’t exactly take bloodshed lightly.” I lean back in my chair, not one to shy away from making it known that the locals are off limits. Taking another sip from my glass of whiskey, calmly waiting to hear what you had to say.

Dehv: ~ I smiled lightly, keeping my posture light. I was happy to stay calm and reasonable until I was given a need not to. Wrath had said not to get involved, and technically I wasn’t. I was reassuring a local that I was friendly. Which I was, mostly. I waited until Amber was out of earshot, running off to get the order that sounded incredible. I was excited for my steak if locals were ordering one. No one kept coming back to somewhere if the food was shit. I lift the glass to my lips and then feel myself smiling again at the questions. Head tipping slightly to the side as I try to keep track of them all. I nodded to your first. If I could tell, you could tell. But damned if I was going to give you anything before I got something in return.

I held your gaze and suppressed the growl of annoyance at the tone of your voice. I was taking you seriously, but I wasn’t about to be run off when I had someone who might be able to give me a lead.

“Firstly, nice to meet you, Wilder. I can detect that, though my nose isn’t really good enough to tell me much more than your blood isn’t human.” I cleared my throat and fell quiet when a couple moved past us a little closer than I would have liked. While I focused my attention on the bright blues in front of me, I kept a keen eye on what was going on around me. I was here to hunt after all, and I wasn’t going to lose sight of that.

“I’m not working with them, I don’t know who they are, though I do know they are like me. I might have scared them off for a night or two. I’m not sure. I have tried not to be too obvious, and I haven’t seen anything that would alert me to them being around. However, the night has only just begun, so I expect they will come later than this if they are as sloppy as they appear.”

I leaned in slightly, though my voice volume didn’t change. “I’ll have to know more about you before I can open up. And I would need to speak to my King to find out whether I’m even allowed to divulge any secrets. He’ll likely want to speak with you before I’m given the go ahead. And he’s, well, he’s prickly when he’s not comfortable with something. You want to know about me enough to show me yours before I show you mine?”

My lip quirked into a grin, though my fangs were mostly hidden, there was enough there to show they weren’t normal human teeth. Hopefully it will be enough for you to trust me. I was going to say more, but Amber came back with both our meals, which was impressive. I tipped my chin up and smiled. Reaching for the condiments in the center of the table.

I stayed quiet, watching you, waiting on your reaction and whether I needed to make this phone call and piss Wrath off with the cautious need to reveal our secrets to a complete stranger. ~

Wilder: Formalities were not my forte when I felt my town was being threatened. Listening to your every word intently. I could tell you were slightly annoyed with my tone and I needed you to give any and all information you possibly could. Ripping open a dinner roll, adding some butter and salt to it. “I’d apologize for my bluntness, but I’m not exactly sorry. As stated, this town is under the protection of my Pack. Intruders who are unwelcome don’t last very long. But, we have been struggling to locate whoever is attacking people on the outskirts of town.” I take a bite from the roll, speaking out of the corner of my mouth as I continue.

“Being that your scent doesn’t match the one we are trying to hunt, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt that the reason why you state you are here is true. We could use your help being the trail always ends up cold. I’m willing to see if we can work together on this, but we have to come up with an arrangement we are all comfortable with.” I stop talking when I hear Amber on the phone with Liam, telling him I’m here and that things look intense between us.

“Excuse me.” I stand up and walk over to Amber, motioning for her to give me the phone. “I take it you got my text? Everything is fine, y’all stay put and I’ll fill you and Cassie in when you get back.” I could hear his concern in his tone. “No, do not cut your camping trip short.” My eyes meet yours for a moment as Liam attempts to insist I had some sort of backup. “I’ll be at Whiskey Row in an hour. Jackson already knows if I don’t stroll in at that time to head on out to find me. We have it covered.” I hang up with him and head back over to you, taking a seat.

“Now where were we? A secret for a secret, yes? I believe the way you put it was if I show you mine you’d show me yours.” A sly smirk tugs at my lips, I couldn't help but to gutter those words. Allowing my gaze to scan your muscular physique. Had to admit I wouldn't mind seeing what was under your clothing. Cutting into my perfectly cooked steak, groaning appreciatively as I take a bite. Shoveling some mashed potatoes into my mouth as well. Having that all too important intimate first bite, licking my lips. “How about we give out what we are comfortable with first. If I need more information after that, then you can call this King of yours. It’s easier for me if you simply ask a question. So, what would you like to know?” I take a sip from my glass of whiskey, hoping we can comfortably learn a little about each other without getting anyone else involved.

Dehv: ~ I shake my head and chuckle, your lack of apology making me snort slightly “I don’t need you to be anything other than blunt. I get this town is yours, but for me all humans deserve protecting. So, I am here to figure out what’s happening and sort out the problem.” I leaned forward and scooped a little potato onto my fork, chewing and swallowing before I continued on.

“I have no clue who is here, but we have little pockets outside of our main Brotherhood home and training centre’s town. I’m assuming it’s more than one, but in all honesty, one could do this if it was very hungry or hurt. Seems more involved than that though, since they keep coming back.” I shook my head and then nodded once when you stood up. I kept you in my line of sight, but sent a quick message to Vishous

‘Give me a full rundown of Red Lodge, Montana along with any outlying settlements.’

I placed my phone beside me, the thumbs up message back letting me know he had the assignment in hand.

I could hear what you were saying, but chose to ignore it. Assuming that if you’d told whoever Liam was not to come, you must be willing to talk. I instead focused on my steak, cutting it into mouthwateringly perfect bites before adding a little mustard for the sharp hit. The potato was also cooked perfectly and I enjoyed my few minutes to eat without having to try and dance around what I was.

When you came back to the table I lifted my gaze to meet yours, my smile still hiding the tips of my fangs, though I was a little more relaxed knowing I wasn’t about to get jumped. I’d likely rather just walk into the sunlight than go back to Wrath and tell him I was run out of town by an unknown entity. He knew my mouth was likely to get me in trouble, but could also get me out of trouble. I didn’t want to bother him unless I absolutely had to.

My snort was loud when you quoted me, unsure why my stomach clenched at the groan you made when you ate your steak. I had to admit it’s bloody good food, but I could certainly imagine that noise coming out of you for other reasons. Not that I would go there, I’m on a mission, not to have a one night stand. Rubbing my chest slightly I wonder why there’s a tingle there, but I need to ignore that to focus on the deaths in this town. Quicker I solve this, faster I can get back on a plane and back to Caldwell. “I wanted to know what you are. I know you’re not human, and nothing close to anything else I’ve met before. You smell different. What am I telling my King I’ve met when he inevitably asks me to check in later tonight?” ~

Wilder: When I sat back down you held what would appear to be my undivided attention. I was able to listen in on conversations around us and make sure we had the privacy we needed to talk about what we needed to without anyone overhearing us. I didn’t care for the idea of you having to report back to someone. The less others knew about us the better. Not to mention the way you spoke about whoever was doing this was hungry or hurt had me feeling a little uneasy, being I knew how the victims died drained of their blood. Inhaling a breath, my bright baby blues watching your every move.

“You’re going to have to understand I have reservations about telling you certain things. What I can say is I’m not human. Think of me as a shape shifter of sorts.” I had to keep the safety of my pack in mind, for now all you knew about was that I wasn't human. “I’d prefer you didn’t tell your King a damn thing about me. But, if you have to report back I suppose you could say the town the killings are surrounding is protected and we do have one thing in common. Humans deserve being protected. If that’s how you operate then I can respect that.” There was something about you that made me feel like you really were there to help. The vibe you gave off wasn’t a threatening one. You were poised and spoke with ease. My initial gut feeling told me I could possibly trust you, but I wasn't comfortable with the idea of this King.

“How can I trust that if I tell you things about me that you won’t send word to your kind and threaten my town further?” I ask, needing to somehow be able to have a little trust between us. “My family is here. As much as I would like your help, I have to protect them. What are you and why are the victims drained of their blood? Because all signs lead to Vampire, but we always thought that was a myth. Ain’t no way I’m gonna believe that this is the case unless I see some fangs.”

Dehv: ~ I inclined my head slightly, watching you and taking you in. I knew you had to be pretty important to have the authority to pick and choose who had your back. You also had that way about you, one that said not to mess with you. Sure, you were all sweetness and light with the locals, and they obviously trusted you, but I also had a feeling that if we were to go toe to toe, we’d both walk away with some broken bones and not a whole lot of clear winner.

I cleared my throat, then took another bite of my meal, it really was delicious. I reached for a drink and nodded at your summary of feelings. I couldn’t blame you, I was in the same boat. How much could I legitimately tell you without Wrath quite literally throwing my ass out into the sunlight. We were a secret, but then we had humans that had joined us, half breeds meant that we obviously out there sowing wild oats with humans. Butch was…..well, Butch. I shook my head and exhaled. I reached for my drink and then an idea struck me. Pretty sure I twitched slightly. I lifted my gaze to meet your bright blue eyes, wondering absently if they shone as brightly as mine did in the right circumstances, then leaned in.

I was careful not to get my clothes in my food, but I leaned across the table until I only had to whisper to know you’d hear me. I paused only half a second to check in with myself, I’d likely get an ass kicking for this, but fuck it. “You want to trust me, and know that your instincts are correct, but you want to check to see if I am a vampire. Lore can be wrong, and you know in your gut that it is. Because I’m sitting right here. But for the sake of your pack, this town, our working together to figure out who is neatly draining the local folk of their well earned blood. You seem edgy about me reporting anything back to my King, and I am not about to fuck around and find out. You want to see my fangs, I want to know what you are. Feel like asking that gut of yours if you trust me enough to offer me your wrist? You see my fangs, you can tell me what you are.” I kept my face neutral for the most part, only my eyes giving away how amused I was, pretty sure you’d say no and just punch me in the face. Which honestly might mean you saw my fangs anyway, so whichever way played out. Win Win for you. Win Win for me, as once your blood was in my system I could keep a track of where you were roughly for a few days, which played very much to my advantage. “What do you say, Not Human?” ~

Wilder: I sat there cool as a cucumber watching your every move. When you leaned over the table and I inhaled your scent, instantly adding it to the rolodex in my mind. Your words were such that I let out a low growl only you would hear. Still in slight disbelief that you were actually a Vampire. My eyes instinctively flash midnight blue for a brief moment, exhaling a slow breath. Fuck. “Alright, I’ll offer up a wrist for you to prove a point, under one condition. While you’re in town, the locals are off the menu. If you are indeed what you say you are and need to quench your thirst, you come to me.”

It would take a little more than a nip on the wrist to have me trusting you, but my gut was telling me I could. Pulling out my wallet to hold up my debit card when Amber walks by to pay for our meal. The two of us have a silent stand off while I sign the check, leaving her a generous tip. “Can’t help but to think this is an advantage for you of some sort, but let's take a walk.”

I stand up, knocking back the rest of my whiskey in one swift gulp, welcoming the familiar burn in my chest and throat as I lick my lips. Giving you an unspoken hit as I pause to randomly pat a small wolf statue at the front of the restaurant. Feeling confident you’d follow, leading you to where my truck was parked. Turning to face you, my curiosity peaked. Wasn’t often that I stood eye to eye with someone, a soft grin tugging at my lips for no real reason. “Let's see those pearly whites.” I state showing I wasn’t intimidated. I was all for coming to some sort of mutual grounds. If a nip on the wrist meant it would protect my pack and the locals, so be it. It wouldn’t surprise anyone in my pack that I was stepping up to do whatever it took to stop these attacks.

Dehv: ~ I watched you, my chest sparking with something I couldn’t place when your eyes flashed. But it was the reaction I wanted, I didn’t fancy a punch to the face. This was much better for us both, no townfolk got in the middle of a fight, and I could track you for a few days. What I didn’t bank on was your offer. I only needed to feed every month or so normally, but it had been a few weeks, and human blood wasn’t nearly as good. Perhaps this would help me more than I thought, if I could stomach it.

When you stood, I followed suit. My heart started to beat just a little faster. Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea, but I wasn’t one to back down now. I left my whiskey, though there was barely any left, my eyes sparking with amusement as you patted the wolf on the way out. I hadn’t taken you for a superstitious kind of person, but perhaps you were. I gave the little wolf a look on the way out to the carpark, checking to see if the nose was polished like I’d seen in pictures of dog statues around the world.

When we rounded to your truck I checked the area, it was fairly secluded and dark enough that human eyes weren’t picking up anything if we moved to the back. There was no way I was getting in the truck, I didn’t trust you that much. I reached out to take hold of your forearm, moving us both towards the bushes behind your truck, holding your gaze the whole time. Glad I didn’t trip on anything on the way. I kept my gaze on you as I lifted your wrist, not obscuring your view as I inhaled your scent, swallowing a groan, eyes almost shutting as I realised you smelled really fucking good. I couldn’t think on it any more, and let my fangs drop down, tips sharp enough that you’d barely feel the puncture, but it was likely to leave a mark with the paper thinness of skin at the wrist. I much preferred feeding from other places, but I would make an exception. You had certainly seen the fangs now, and I wasn’t giving you a second to think about it. I lowered my head and pierced your skin, the first mouthful of your blood making me groan. It was nothing like vampire blood, though it wasn’t far off. It was far better than human blood. I took a few more pulls from your wrist, the blood sending signals to every nerve, my body reacting accordingly. My chest throbbed and I felt my eyes start to glow as I lifted my gaze to meet yours again. Confusion probably showed on my face, and I instantly pulled free, swiped my tongue over the wounds and then dematerialised back to the carpark of my hotel. ~

Wilder: I made sure to listen to our surroundings and internally check on my pack members. I knew where every last one of them were and we were completely alone. The moment I saw your fangs I arched a brow. Holy shit, Vampires do exist. I couldn’t help but to listen to your heart rate the entire time, feeling the slight sting from your fangs piercing the skin on my left wrist. Standing still letting you take a pull from me and your groan sends a chill down my spine. A completely new sensation for me and I stood there trying to wrap my mind around what was going on. Something inside of me ignited and in that moment I knew I could trust you.

Seeing your eyes glow, watching your every move. I had a thousand questions, only to be standing there alone a few moments later. “Well, that was cool as all hell. Also explains why the damn scent disappears.” I state to myself, wondering where Dehv literally disappeared to. Moving to sit in the driver seat of my truck, in complete shock lost in my thoughts.

What the actual fuck just happend? I scrub my hand over my face, my gaze falling to the two puncture wounds on my wrist. The slight bruising that appeared didn’t alarm me, figuring it would heal fairly quickly. Trailing my fingers over them, feeling that heat inside of me grow. “Ain’t no fucking way….”

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obislittleone · 2 years

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House Of Memories (46/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: just fluff, enjoy it while it lasts

Summary: Padme is all too happy to keep you occupied on the ride to Naboo, and you find it very enjoyable.

A/n: I'M BACK BABIES HAHAHAHA any who, i am very much excited for the next few chapters as they are quite possibly the last chapters we're gonna get with happy times.... so enjoy it.

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

Words: 2.5k

The lift off was smooth as silk and given that this was a formal meeting on Coruscant, Padme had a personal pilot helping to make the trip. She was glad to rest in the luxurious seating area with you, and you were just happy to be on a ship for once that didn't have a million men on it. Not that you minded the clones, because you loved them dearly, each individual being considered family to you. It was simply nice to relax amongst a dear friend, to uphold civil and intelligent conversation.

"You must be relieved that the council now sees you fit for the trials," she commented, very invested in the story you'd told her, the one about your rather stressful adventure with Master Mace Windu. "It is about time they recognize your gifts."

"I am... excited, but also a little weary, as it may present new challenges of its own. Obi-Wan has trained me well, like he did for Anakin. The only problem is, I'm not Anakin."

Your weariness about the trials seemed to be getting you down, so as the fun, loving, dear friend that she was, it had to be her job to lift you up.

"You should not speak such things. Anakin, as wonderful as he is, doesn't have half the mind to think before he acts, which is a skill you have always possessed. I have no doubts that you will soar above all expectations," she complimented, and you smiled, looking off to a corner to remember what your Master told you. You could take the trials at your worst and still succeed.

"I hope you're right."

She could see that already the topic of conversation over the trials had grown tired, and you were not so keen on telling her more. It was natural for you to be nervous, sure. But to second guess yourself and the readiness of your being to take these trials and worry about failure should not be such a crucial think cycle for you. She was ready to change the subject, as there were far more interesting things she longed to know.

"I am, but since I've just had the thought to ask," she paused, scooting closer on the seat next to you and checking that the pilot's door panel was shut. "How are things with Obi-Wan?"

The smirk that crawled across her face was amusing, and you couldn't help but laugh, dropping your head to hide the blush that seeped over your cheeks. She was onto you, that was for sure. You shook your head and rolled your eyes, the smile never leaving your face as your raised it back to her.

"Things are very good."

She gasped, her eyes widening in excitement over your admission. She'd been hoping that perhaps if you both hadn't professed your undying love to one another before, this lovely trip could be the thing to move it along, but from your answer she could tell there was much more she had not been told.

"He told you?" She asked in excitement, practically bouncing on the cushion in which she sat to try and contain the emotion.

"Not exactly," you paused, laughing again at the memory, which seemed so dark at the time. "I told him."

"You've always been the bold one," she replied, although it was only partially true. Bold you were, yes, but not the bold one. Obi-Wan was very overly confident and fearless most often, you'd say that it was him. "When did this happen?"

You took in a deep breath before sighing it out. She was probably ready to hear about your sweet and romantic confession, likely in a place that you both held dear, but that was not what took place, so you laid it out for her straight.

"Remember the day of his funeral?"

She nearly choked on her own saliva at the surprise your words gave her. She nodded, her jaw slack, mouth unable to bring forth a response in words.

"I went to see him before it took place. I was unaware of the fact that it had all been a set up in a grand scheme, and I obviously didn't think he could hear me, but I told him I loved him," you shifted your glance to your hands as you let out the second part, unsure if you could handle yet another shocked reaction to your words. "And I kissed him."

"And... he knew?"

The complications of the memory were vague, and you didn't feel the need to explain all the tiny details about the nerve paralyzers, or the vital suppressants that Obi-Wan took to appear dead, so you answered as simply as you could.

"He did," you smiled, the happy part of the story now coming to light. "And when he came back, he told me he loved me too. Even after I had just slapped him."

She chuckled, understanding the exchange that took place was probably very emotional, but the way you'd said it was humorous. She was glad to hear it, that you'd both admitted the feelings. She had known Obi-Wan for a long time, and hoped that maybe he could find happiness, and when she met you, she somehow knew you were it. Even when the facts were not laid before her, she knew you made him happy in some aspect. Before, she brushed it off as perhaps just pride in the training he brought his Padawan, but now she could see it clear as day, he was in love.

"So, you're together then, I assume?"

Honestly, you had to ponder this for a moment. You'd never put a label on anything, because you didn't see the need in doing so. Your heart was not meant for another, and neither was his, and that was the purity of it all. The love was not to be labeled, to be contained or have a set expectation of what it should be.

"We haven't really discussed that part, actually. I suppose you could describe it that way," you furrowed your brows as you spoke, trying to put into words an explanation that didn't sound ridiculous. "Since that night, our relationship has been that of an idea... to love, and to be loved in return."

"That's beautiful," she said, her eyes going soft in admiration of you and Obi-Wan. She understood the problem of labels, as her marriage to Anakin lacked many of them. The Jedi Order was a complicated thing, and robbed you all of many simple commodities.

"To tell you the truth, I think I've loved him my whole life. Since the day I met him, he had something about him that made me drawn closer. It wasn't love at first sight; I believe I was too young to even grasp the concept at the time," you wanted to convey the feeling, and a moment later, you found the perfect words, and they flowed just as effortlessly, which meant they were the right ones. "Even though I'd never met him before, it was like a certain familiarity that came over me at the sight of him. Almost like saying 'oh, hello... it's you. It's going to be you.'"

"I imagine growing up beside him, it must have felt strange to finally realize what those feelings meant."

"Stranger than you could believe, but at the same time, it brought me a sort of peace to find it all out. It only drove me to work harder for his sake, I trained to protect him at all costs, and strived to make him happy whenever I could. It was the most important thing to me then, it still is."

All of this was being said for the first time aloud, and most of it was just your thoughts being voiced into the air, another pair of ears just so happening to obtain the information and her be in awe over it. Her relationship was something out of a storybook, but yours was something that was never heard of before. A cosmic force of love that connected two people in a beautiful way with only their minds, and their hearts. The intimacy in that was undeniable.

The ships were hovering closely over Naboo, and before landing, Obi-Wan stood in the hull of the cruiser with Cody, waiting for the giant ramp to be lowered. All the men that hadn't fallen asleep during the ride made themselves busy with gathering their belongings and preparing to disembark. This was the first time they had been invited to a formal event of any kind, and they were happy to be honored this way, as they had put in so much devotion to the protection they provided for the republic.

Obi-Wan was quite thrilled to let his men have a break. The tortures of war were far too many, and they had been the ones to see the worst of it.

"You look anxious," Cody said softly to his General, scanning his face for any other signals of his distress, or rather, impatience. "You'll be by her side again within minutes, you know."

Obi-Wan snapped his head to the Commander, unsure of what he meant by that. Surely, he was unaware, wasn't he? Even if he was, Obi-Wan couldn't really tell, as it was nearly impossible to read Cody when he set about such a stoic expression.

"I know."

His response was short, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything else in regard to Cody's comment. He was far too focused on keeping himself tuned into the ship, to hear the patterns in the engines, and the movements beneath his feet. He was simply just ready to be on the ground already, so he could be in your presence again. Cody had known exactly why he was so on edge, and he found that a little concerning, but also very endearing. He was glad to know the Commander knew him well enough to make assumptions like that.

When the ship touched down, Obi-Wan didn't even wait for confirmation from the pilot before he hit the button on the panel beside him, lowering the ramp to the ground.

"You don't waste any time, huh General?"

It was a bit mocking, and Obi-Wan only rolled his eyes at it, but it was true. He was not going to let a second of time stand in between you and him, because he'd been planning to give you something since before you left. A gift of sorts before the big celebration. He'd been hiding it from you for a while, now, and was awaiting the correct time to bestow it upon you.

As the men began to exit the craft in droves, Obi-Wan took only a single moment to admire the planet. The last time he was here, he was undercover, and unable to look upon the place in its full beauty. The sun was nearly set, with only the afterglow of its presence making the sky burst with orange and purple and pink shades. He looked across the landing pad, to see you standing with Padme, doing the exact same thing, looking upon the scene with the upmost attention. He took swift steps and was soon beside you, although it took you a moment to notice.

"How was your flight, little one?" he asked, a smile on his face just by being at your side again. He hated whenever he had to part from it.

"Absolutely divine, Master," you said sweetly. It was funny, even though you'd just told Padme everything about your unending love for the man, you couldn't seem to shake the habit of calling him master whenever other people were around. He of course, did not mind. You were addressing him, and that was all he thought of.

"I'm glad to hear it. Malady, I am very thankful to be here, as are all my men. Naboo has always been such a wonderful place to visit," he spoke, and you all fell into a slow stride towards the palace. She waved him off and shook her head.

"Please, it is our pleasure to host you all. We hope the troops will be comfortable in our accommodations, we were hoping it would all be to their liking."

"I assure you; they are already very happy just to be here, anything you've prepared will be perfect," he noticed that the walkway you all entered had been rather cleared out, with only an occasional staff member walking by. He nudged your hand with his before inconspicuously lacing your fingers together.

"It is my greatest hope that they will enjoy their stay, as well as the festivities planned. I may have forgotten to mention this earlier, but I have also arranged special accommodations for you both," she began, and it was almost comical how fast both yours and Obi-Wan's eyes met hers. "Tonight, I have a suite prepared for you, Master Kenobi, and I hope you'll forgive me, but I'll be requesting your Padawan to stay in my personal apartment."

You had been made aware of this arrangement on the flight here, and you knew she was plotting something, but you couldn't tell what. You only agreed with her on the terms of the accommodations for the night after this one.

"Of course, Malady," He replied, though only a small bit distraught by the news. It was true that he had had grown used to sleeping beside you, and often times he found himself unable to rest when lacking your presence, but he would never voice that aloud, nor protest her arrangement.

"It will only be for the night, as tomorrow evening, everyone will be moved into the lake country where the celebration is to be held. I've prepared a lovely villa for you that has a beautiful view of the water by the mountains."

Now, that sounded perfect.

"Thank you, senator, for everything. I'm truly grateful beyond words at your generosity," Obi-Wan let out. He had called the young woman by her name several times in his life, and yet, in this moment, he felt her title was the only thing he was worthy enough of calling her. She had done so much to honor him, you, and the battalion, and honestly, he didn't know if he deserved it.

"It is I who am grateful; you have served the republic with your lives, and it is the least I can do to show my planet's gratitude," She had sensed upon his arrival that he'd wanted a minute with you to himself, so she excused herself politely before taking her leave. "I will leave you alone for a moment. When you are ready to retire, you can find me in the grand hall, and I will escort you personally."

You watched as she turned the corner, out of view, and not even a second later, you felt the hand connected to yours pull you in closer.

He'd been waiting all day to give you what he hid in his other hand, and now that you were here beside him, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Close your eyes, and hold out your hand."

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agirlinherhead · 2 years

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Hazard Lights. Chpt 2!

FICTIONAL Jeb x OFC. 18+ NSFW 2k

Now on AO3!

PART 1/PART 2

Photo cred @plainlo

Listen. This is Haimgruder (HamFam trademark), a dramatised Hamish faced character placed in a complete canon-divergence from reality.

I'm a queer women of colour, of course I'm not gonna endorse fucking those people irl. Of Course.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

The cool air nips at her skin as they cross the parking garage and she'd regret her bare legs if not for the memory of Jebs face when she'd slipped off her shoes and shifted her hips just so to wiggle her stockings from underneath her and down her legs until they were pulled off completely, her bare feet sitting comfortably perched upon the dash, maroon painted toes wiggling while Shirley Bassey sang of disappointing men on the radio and Jeb struggled to keep his eyes on the road.

He'd only questioned her plans once "Are you sure?" sounding for all the world like a question he's afraid to know the answer to.

Jesus.

"Just drive the car, Jeb." she'd replied with a hint of softer fondness that seemed to reassure him enough to not doubt her any further.

"OK," a breathy response, more to himself than anyone else, part disbelief, part badly disguised excitement, a small smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. "OK."

Once parked he'd asked her to wait while he jumped out of his seat and skipped round to the passenger door just to be able to open it for her and christ she hopes his gentlemanly sensibilities aren't too offended when she calls a cab in an hour, two if she's lucky.

Jeb isn't necessarily a proud man, sometimes it's just one of those things he simply doesn't have the luxury to be, but he hopes she wasn't expecting more. There's no separate bedroom, no balcony, no kitchenette. Just a single room with little home comforts; a clock, a bedside lamp, two suitcases stacked in the far corner.

Once inside she excuses herself to the bathroom giving him time to scoop up the shirts he'd strewn across the bed earlier that evening in a panic about what exactly people wear to parties with pretty girls. He pours two tumblers of expensive scotch and turns to pass her a glass on her return, the tremor in his hand causing the golden liquid to slosh to and fro.

"Single malt." he tells her, only glancing up briefly, his eyes more focused on the alcohol in his hand. "Imported from the Scottish Highlands, 7 years in Oak casks, it's quite fascinating really because many people don't realise to qualify as scotch as opposed to whiskey…"

Barley.

Grain germination.

Single pot distillation.

She doesn't care. She tips her head back and swallows the drink down in one before discarding the glass and moving her hands to the knot of his tie, she's here for a reason after all.

Removing Jebs clothes is surprisingly easy. He's eager, almost pup-like in his enthusiasm, and keen to please. There's something enticing about him standing before her; suit, shirt and underwear a crumpled pile on the floor, and she can't help it, can't help herself, when she plants a soft kiss upon his lips before pushing gently on his shoulders to guide him down to his knees, the crimson blush high across his cheeks exquisite against his tan skin as he waits patiently while her fingers work to open the buttons at the collar of her dress.

She takes a seat on the edge of the bed if only so she can admire his nakedness from a better angle, the anxious flexing of his fingers and quick shallow breaths only adding to his attractiveness.

"Are you nervous?"

"Ah...a little" he huffs a laugh "It's ah, been a while."

"I know, I can tell."

"Oh?..." With his furrowed brow and his big wide eyes he looks upset, his nose twitches and he gnaws at his bottom lip. Ah. Embarrassment.

On a layover between flights in Copenhagen she'd taken a trip to the museum and had been thoroughly taken by a marble statue, a woman seated and a man at her feet. "Adoration" it had been called.

As she leans forward to run her hand through Jebs thick dark hair she feels somewhat like marble herself.

He feels exposed as she takes her time to look over him, probing eyes taking in every inch of bare skin. It's a heady mixture of want and vulnerability he hasn't quite decided whether he likes or not yet but it stirs something in him, something that leaves him hard and aching for the second time in one night.

Jeb knows he's out of his depth, he doesn't quite know what to do but he thinks he'll do just about anything to keep her eyes on him and him alone regardless of how small it makes him feel. Is he sure John hasn't set this up? Maybe this is an arrangement made long before tonight, "I have this friend, he needs attention", a deal made out of friendship, made out of pity. Right now he doesn't mind.

He wonders if his wife would laugh to see the way he fawns for attention from someone who is in all likelihood just humouring him.

He splutters praise when she asks for it, Repeats words of thanks when she allows his touch. Stuttered whispered words of disbelief as she lifts her dress off over her head and discards her bra just the same.

He tells her he loves her the first time he sees her tits and from the look on his face she thinks the poor man's foolish enough, at least in this moment, to actually believe it.

"Sure you do, Jeb." She laughs a little, husky and low.

Jeb just blushes harder.

When she takes his hands and gently places them on her hips, fingers folding beneath the fabric of her underwear, he takes the hint and pulls the lace down her legs and onto the floor. When she casually leans back on her hands and lets her thighs slide open he forgets how to breathe.

He'll never, ever, recover from this evening; he thinks they both know that.

If she had more time she'd love to play with him but it would take too long for tonight. She needs to be out of here before "tonight" turns into "tomorrow" lest the poor man get ideas, so she takes his head in her hands, fists full of that luscious hair, and guides his mouth toward where she needs it to be.

"Impress me Jeb." a challenge he's not sure he can meet but he tries just the same.

As her knees draw up and her head falls back she makes a note to thank Mo for having a terrible boyfriend with terrible (wonderful) friends.

She can't believe she going to come on this stupid man's face. Geology and pineapple mazes for fuck sake.

It's not the best orgasm she's ever had but it's up there and the night isn't over yet. She looks down and to her delight finds him still on his knees, lips wet and large hand working a rapid pace over his cock.

"Jeb?"

His hand slows and his mouth moves as if to say something but the words just don't make it.

"Come up here" she beckons honeyed and smooth, "It's time for you to fuck me."

His eagerness is outstanding as he practically launches himself up the bed to be on top of her making her laugh out with the ridiculousness of it. He only looks abashed for a moment before his lips twitch into a smile, perhaps it's that self deprecation, perhaps he's finally getting over his nerves.

"Sorry, I'm… this is.. you are…" he kisses her then, palms her breasts, grabs at her thighs, "incredible."

"How do you want me Jeb? Your room, your rule." she offers playfully as if he has any control over the evening.

Something flashes in his eyes that she can't quite place and he bites at his bottom lip again. Contemplation? Indecision?

She yelps when it only takes a single movement from his strong arms to flip her over, mattress bouncing and rattling the bedside cabinet enough to jostle the lamp, the light from its now skewed shade casting lewd shadows against the far wall.

His teeth and hungry tongue lap and nip across the skin of her back while he grabs handfuls of flesh at her hips, he'd dreamt of this since the theatre. That damn blue dress.

The sheets feel cool against her cheek as he enters her quickly, fumbling with inelegance a stuttering start quickly making way for a rushed desperate pace he maintains with ease. Stamina and force, it seems, is where he shines.

"Fuck, Fuck, Yes, Baby" previous squeaks turned to gutteral grunts as his heavy weight pushes her into the mattress, sweat soaked skin pressed close and heating up her own.

She feels suffocated. She feels on fire. There's no teasing laughter from her now.

The way he fucks her feels almost animalistic, it's frantic and frenzied, graceless and messy.

He fucks her like he's out of control.

He fucks her like he has something to prove.

Yes Jeb, she thinks, Get it. Who knew.

"Oh god, I'm gonna…"

"Don't you dare fucking come yet Jeb!" she's so so close.

He bites into her shoulder just to muffle his moans and fucks her harder.

"Yes, YES, that's it you fucking beautiful man." Her orgasm catches them both by surprise and this one, this one, is up there, takes the crown, all the trophies. This. This is the best she's ever had.

"FUCK!" The praise spurs him on, he made her come, "Oh God, Oh God! Yes. Yes. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

She knew he'd be vocal, she KNEW it. As he comes inside her he tells her he loves her again. Fucking idiot.

The come down is blissful as he gasps, heaving and shaken, against her ear. Her shoulder is wet, oh, he's crying again. Does he even realise?

When he rolls off her he reaches for her waist, pulling her against his chest, and she almost indulges him for a moment before making her excuses of practicality and rolling away, solitary shadowed silhouette moving across the wall as she leaves him for the bathroom.

When she looks back at him she can see the tears that linger against his cheeks, hair disheveled and skin glistening. Smooth tan chest and long lean legs.

Christ. She's just been fucked thoroughly by a man wearing socks.

The fluorescent light above the mirror casts harsh shadows under her eyes where the remnants of mascara runs and flakes in black smudged trails down her face.

She toys with the lone toothbrush, the single wash cloth, the fold out travel clock.

She looks to her reflection from the small sink-side clock and back again. Hotel room bathrooms at 2am. Isn't this where all bad decisions are made?

When she moves back into the room she pauses in the doorway, leaning slightly against the frame, and for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with the stupid smile she knows will bloom across his face she says "So, Jeb Magruder, are you going to invite me to stay?".

#hamish linklater #haimgruder #jeb magruder #gaslit #my boo #fictionally #hazard lights #just to add more chaos to the day #sneaking it in before we all melt about rick

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thelemoncoffee · 3 years

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Au where Shuichi likes to gush about his crush on Kokichi to Kaito and Kaede, but never tells them who it is, so they just assume it's someone outside of HPA as results

One unfortionate day While Shuichi is telling the gang about his crush's latest cute moment, Kokichi walks up and get's his interests sparked when he hears what sounds like a retelling of an interaction he had With Shuichi. Shuichi has an internal meltdown upon seeing Kokichi apporach, and it gets progressively worse when he curiously asks what they're talking about and Kaede gleefully gives him an answer. Shuichi is just about ready to crawl out of his skin cause of how much she ended up telling Kokichi- who seemed to be a little too eagar to hear all about Shuichi's crush- he was sure Kokichi knew exactly who he was head over heels for now.

To both Shuichi's dismay and relief Kokichi doesn't outwardly express any reconition, simply shrugging it off and leaving them be. but the concept that Kokichi likely knows he loves him and is just not saying it starts to eat Shuichi up from the inside out, so out of fear, he starts to avoid Kokichi at all costs.

On Kokichi's side of things, he wasn't too sure at first about himself being Shuichi's crush- not wanting to get his hopes up or make blind assumptions- but when Shuichi started to avoid him he'd realized his little theory was infact correct. Of course now there was the problem of getting shuichi cornered so they can talk about it, as it was very clear the detective was scared of any possible confrontation- thus the avoidance.

It was surpisingly hard to corner him as Kokichi found. You'd think by talking to the dude that he'd be shit at hiding, but once you're actually trying to track him down you remember he's a paranoid detective. Shuichi probably broke down hiding to a science as to make it easier to find criminals and runaways, and as such knows how to hide himself. But, despite Shuichi's impressive efforts to stay away, Kokichi finally caught him trying to slink away at lunch and finally got his confrontation. He'd have to admit though, it was alot of fun being the chaser for once.

So now that Kokichi has chased Shuichi like he was a criminal, he also gets to interogate him like one, as stubborn Shuichi isn't too keen on admiting anything yet. He goes back and forth with Shuichi, trying his best to get a confession without outing his own emotions, but to no avail. at this point its really obvious he is infact Shuichi's crush, but he really just wants to hear it- he wants to be told the truth. In a last stich effort to get what he wants, Kokichi admits to this.

He tells Shuichi he already knows good and well who his crush is, but just wants Shuichi to say it. Very confused, Shuichi asks why, still in the mindset of "he hates me now" that he'd been in since the incedent. Kokichi hestiantly admits his own feelings, lacking a better option. Shuichi is surprised by this, admting to thinking Kokichi was trying to get him to say it cause he was mad, the temper he'd let flare up at moments only reenforcing the idea.

Thankfully though after this they sort themselves out. Shuichi scores a date with Kokichi, and Kokichi get to hear Shuichi say he loves him- multiple times.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #saiouma #au prompt #au idea #au #hpa #hpa danganronpa #hopes peak academy #they're stupid your honor #kai prompts

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blackkwidowed · 4 years

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Caught in the Middle

Requested:

hi love! would you do one where reader and nat are not together just yet, but reader catches nat masturbating in her room while moaning reader's name, and things escalate from there? (lots of dirty talk please i need it) thanks a lot ❤

Summary: simple. Nat gets caught fucking herself and it goes better than she expected.

Rating: E. 18+, OBVIOUSLY. Smut, masturbation, Nat literally comes on your leg, sub!nat. obviously. dirty talk as requested. maybe a little mention of light bondage. with a belt.

Word Count: 2,408

Yes I know, it’s been a while. Sorry. Here’s something to make it up to you.

Friday nights always mean girls nights for you and Natasha.

Except, tonight it didn’t go quite the way you thought it would.

Typically, you’d just order takeout and watch movies, or you’d drink and play music and talk absolute shit for hours late into the night. Naturally, you’d expected the same again from your roommate tonight.

That certainly did not happen.

Arriving home from work, you expected to say your usual hello to Natasha before jumping straight into the shower, but she’s nowhere to be seen in your shared apartment, until you reach her bedroom.

The door is ajar, just slightly. Natasha is lying on her bed, you can see the bottom of her legs through the little gap in the door. You peek inside, and freeze.

The sight isn't something you expected, it’s not something you ever thought would occur, but you’d be absolutely stupid to ever turn away from it.

Natasha is laid back against the pillows. She has a tshirt on, one that definitely belonged to you once upon a time. She has no pants on, those beautiful thighs that you can't help but take a glance at on a normal day are bare to the world.

Most important of all though, is the hand shoved in her underwear.

You should be looking away, she’s your roommate, but you’re so incredibly aroused by the sight before you that you cannot possibly move a muscle.

Her head is thrown back against the pillows, and the desire to sink your teeth into the side of her neck is an urge you barely manage to suppress. And those soft little moans leaving her lips as her fingers move under her panties.

It’s a sight and you can't look away.

Another breathy sigh of what sounds like your name brings you back to Earth, and suddenly your focus shifts a little.

Why did Natasha leave the door open?

Your answer comes quicker than expected.

“Well,” she breathes, letting you know she’s aware of your presence. “What are you waiting for?”

You think for a moment, more so because you don't know how to respond. She looks directly at you, winking lewdly and bucking her hips against her hand. Christ.

You push the door open a little wider, choosing to lean against the doorframe. Natasha raises an eyebrow at you with a smirk. “Like what you see?”

You nod. “Maybe a little too much.”

“I haven't been reading you wrong, then.”

“It appears that way,” you mutter quietly. “Did you purposely make me catch you?”

The look she gives you, that downright sinful, lusty gaze that she gives you, is your answer. “Of course I did. Figured it was the best way to get my message across.”

You chuckle softly, moving to perch at the end of the bed. She watches you intently, attempting to observe and guess your next move.

Your fingers find her ankle, skimming across the skin before moving up her lower leg.

“So,” she breathes. “Is the fact that you’re touching me a good thing?”

You move again, this time to kneel between her spread thighs. Natasha's hand is still shoved in her panties, you can see it moving against her clit. She hasn't stopped touching herself this whole time, and you’ve definitely been a little too focused on the quiet gasps falling from her lips every so often.

Your hand covers hers, halting her movements. “It depends on how much more you’ll allow me to touch.”

Natasha has the decency to blush slightly when you add an extra bit of pressure. Though she doesn't answer you verbally. Instead, she removes her hand, lifting her fingers to your lips, daring you to taste her.

You don’t hesitate.

Natasha groans, and her fingers drop from your mouth to curl around your wrist. Her touch is soft, gentle, but spiking hot.

She guides your hand in an attempt to slip it under her panties, but this time you stop her. Instead, you take back some control, hooking your fingers under to pull them off her and throw them somewhere you don't care enough to look.

You crawl to hover over her, bringing your lips to the side of her neck to kiss hot skin. It starts soft, but she tastes so good you can’t resist trailing your tongue up her neck, light and so seductive you feel Natasha’s hips bucking already.

“I think you’ll let me do whatever I want to you,” you whisper. “I think you’ll beg me to do whatever I want to you if I make you wait long enough.”

She groans, hands clawing at your hips and fingers slipping under your belt for something to grasp and bring her back to reality.

“I think you’re already starting to lose it.” You mutter, sinking your teeth softly below her ear. “Am I right?”

You feel the nod, and you cannot physically suppress a smirk. Your lips press to her cheek, then because you can’t wait any longer, they press to Natasha’s quickly after.

Natasha tastes like liquid gold, and you can’t get enough.

Her hands rest on your hips, pulling you against her as you groan against her mouth. “Spread your legs a little wider for me.”

She hisses, but does as she’s told to your surprise, opening her thighs and increasing the gap between them for you to settle comfortably. You were expecting her to fight back, but she’s a wreck under your touch already. Not that you’re complaining of course.

She doesn't stop kissing you, only to take a shallow breath when your fingers graze her clit.

“God,” you breathe. “You’re so wet.”

Natasha’s hips buck hard and the whimper is loud. You need to hear it again, so with a final glance at her you kiss her again, slipping your tongue past her lips and forcing her hips down into the mattress with a tight grip.

“Don’t move, sweetheart.”

You don’t see Natasha’s smirk, not when you’ve already moved to sink your teeth into the side of her neck, but you do feel her leg move to hook around your waist, bringing you closer. The metal of your belt is cold and harsh against her abdomen and the sensation causes her to hiss, hands moving to sink her fingers into your back through your shirt.

You huff. “Thought I told you not to move.”

She laughs, though you pick up on the nerve in her tone. “You really thought I’d listen to that?”

Your hands push her harder against the bed, thumbs digging against her hips enough to probably leave a bruise on either side, but she doesn't mind, you know she doesn’t. She wasn't exactly quiet about her own sex life or her kinks before the current predicament. You know her a little bit too well, you think.

You snap.

Shoving your thigh between her legs, she groans, unable to buck her hips for friction from the level of force you’re using to pin her to the bed.

She’s so wet, you can feel it on your thigh; the warmth, the desperation. You need a taste. Right now, you’re struggling to think of anything that could be better than having your lips around her clit, but there’s time for that later.

You’ll give it to her though, she is trying. She’s just not good at it, keeping still. You loosen your grip a little before deciding to let go completely, instead letting your hands wander up her-your-shirt.

Your tongue finds her pretty pink nipples before you can even think about the idea, it’s an urge you can’t repress and certainly one that Natasha seems overly pleased about if her loud groan is anything to go off.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you murmur. “Gonna cover you in my marks.”

“Oh, God, please.”

You grin, sucking over a mark you’re creating on her breast.

“Y/N, I-” She pauses, takes a second to breathe. “I need to move.”

You know what she means, and the thought alone makes you breathe a moan against her neck. You trail lighter kisses up to her ear, nibbling underneath at the skin. “So do it.”

Natasha, you learn, has no restraint at all. Her movements against your thigh are firm, they’re sure. She’s chasing what she wants, hoping you won’t bite back again and put her in her place. You can’t resist.

Her fingers pull at your shirt, reaching under and around to grasp at skin. She’s definitely planning to leave some of her marks on you, and you couldn't possibly say no to that. You pause for a mere second, Natasha still bucking against your thigh, to throw your shirt over your head. Natasha keens, and her hands return to your shoulders.

You can feel the pain a little more and it’s wonderful, knowing the evidence of Natasha is going to be there for some time. She’s loud, God. She’s so fucking loud, whimpering and moaning with her eyes forced shut and her head thrown back.

You don’t kiss her, because that’d silence her, and that’s the last thing you want when she sounds that sexy.

“Such a needy, pretty little pussy,” you growl. “Look at you, you can’t even control yourself. Dirty girl.”

She whines. It’s getting harder for her to steady her rhythm so you help her out, gripping onto her hips again and guiding them with authority.

“I’m so fucking close, please,” Natasha breathes. “I need you to fuck me.”

You chuckle. “I am fucking you, technically.”

“No, I mean-”

“You want me to fill you up huh? Is that what you’re asking for, baby?”

Natasha’s groan is your answer.

“Later,” you whisper. “Don’t be so greedy.”

Her breath hitches and for a second, she goes silent. You know the signs of orgasm though, so you push against her once more, and she’s falling apart all over your thigh.

Natasha slips into Russian when she comes, on the verge of screaming something you don’t really catch between all the heavy breathing and moaning, but the thought alone has you even more uncomfortable between your own thighs.

Before she’s even calmed a little bit, her fingers are at your belt and pulling, a plea to see more of you. She wants to get off again, she needs to. She’s been dreaming of this for months, and truthfully so have you. You’re certainly nowhere near finished with her and you find it cute that for a split second, she thought you were done.

“Y/N?”

“Mm?” You hum, rocking your thigh lightly between her legs.

“Can we do that again?”

You laugh, leaning to kiss her. “I haven't even finished with you yet and you’re already begging for more?”

She rolls her eyes, lacing her fingers through your hair as she meets your lips again, slipping her tongue into your mouth.

She kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before. It’s cliche, sure, but it’s also the truth. You’re hellbent on the truth at the best of times. You scare yourself, because it’s as if you don't want to be kissed by anyone else ever again.

“At least let me touch you before you have your way with me again,” she grumbles when you pull away from her mouth. She knows where you’re headed, she could see the need to taste her all over your face. But she wants you first, she wants to feel you come apart too.

You ponder for a moment, before smirking. “Okay, fine.”

She arches a brow in surprise. “Just like that?”

You laugh, standing from the bed to pull your belt from your jeans. “It’s not always that easy.”

“No?” She questions. The sarcasm in her tone almost makes you change your mind.

You shake your head. “Wrists together.”

“Excuse me?”

“Now.” You command. Her eyes travel between yours and the belt in your hand, and suddenly it clicks. She grins, and does as she’s told. Her excitement for what you’re about to do is kind of adorable.

“So,” you breathe. “I’m gonna put those filthy hands of yours out of the way, and because you asked so nicely-”

Natasha’s pupils are blown, because she thinks she knows what you’re going to say.

“Because you’re such a good girl for me, right?” Your finger tilts her chin up, and you can’t help a smug grin when you see the dark purple marks littering her neck, her breasts.

She nods. You shake your head.

“Answer me.”

“No,” she bats her lashes. “I think we both know I’m a bad girl.”

It’s laughable how much it sounds like a bad porno in Natasha’s bedroom tonight, but with the way she looks at you like she wants you to devour her whole, it doesn't matter.

You smile, softer than before. “Right answer.”

You push her back on the bed so she’s laying flat and you rid yourself of everything to match her. With only the belt in your hand, you straddle her, grinding just the right way across her stomach, so she can feel how wet she’s made you. You groan, your head lolling back. You feel a hand on your hip. The touch is different than yours, gentler. But still beautifully firm.

She hums in delight, carding her fingers over your stomach and down, to tease between your thighs. You’re sensitive, you can already feel that without Nat touching you that you’re so damn sensitive from the build up of what you got home to. A brush across your clit though, and you’re the one desperate for more.

You reach for her wrists, kissing the inside of them briefly, an act of affection that melts Natasha more than she cares to admit.

Your voice drops to a whisper as you lean to her ear. “Is it okay if I sit on that gorgeous face of yours?”

Natasha groans louder than you’ve heard in the last few minutes. You take it as a yes, and the hunger raging in her eyes the second you go to move makes you shift a little quicker.

She wets her lips with her tongue, but before she can get her mouth on you, you pause her.

“Wait,” you say. She grumbles.

“What now?”

You manage to stop yourself from forcing her on her knees in that moment. If it wasn't for her tongue being inches away from your clit, you would have.

“I brought the belt for a reason, hands off.”

“Oh you know me so well.”

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 4 years

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We Met Within This Screen [chapt. 6]

[Donnie x reader]

sfw, chapter 5 here

Come on, save it, save it, Donnie chanted to himself later that night, at home and tucked away in his room trying to figure out how to neutralize the situation. He paced along his bed back and forth, phone in hand as he wracked his brain thinking about how he'd get her to let it go. He could tell her that she was...overtired? Go the stereotypical route and say it was just her eyes playing tricks on her? Try to play it off as human teenagers messing around on the roof?

She'd gone to bed already. He hated that he couldn't pursue the subject until morning, her morning, but by then, he'd be tired. When she woke, he slept. But he needed to get it resolved as quickly as possible, so he reckoned it was time to pull an all nighter. Luckily, that wasn't anything he wasn't used to.

He figured he'd get the preliminaries out of the way so he could get right to it when she eventually texted back.

"Good morning

I know you're not awake yet but I figured I'd get an early start today.

I want to know, what exactly did you see last night?"

He shut his phone off and set it down on the bed, fingers rubbing his temples. Depending on her answer, this would either be difficult, or near impossible.

The rest of his time was spent just waiting around for her to finally wake up, dodging all his brothers and trying to occupy himself with something. He was fiddling with the radio he kept on the floor next to his bed when his phone notified him of a message. Turning the volume up, some old-school rock played softly. He didn't always keep music on when he worked, which was what he was doing felt like, but something needed to fill the silence. It also made it feel more casual to have the radio on, for both himself and for whoever might stop by his room.

"Good morning to you too

That was...sudden??"

How nice it was to read those words coming from someone who wasn't his family. Not that they said it like that often anyway, but the small gesture hit differently.

"I'm just really curious about what you said you saw."

Curious? Not quite. More like dying to know, and not because he fancied himself some cryptid hunting.

"That's fair I guess

But don't laugh, ok?"

"I'd never, [y/n]"

"Well

Okay

They were big

But no like not the overweight kinf, not even just 'tall guy' kind of big

kind*

You know?"

Yeah, I aware. I'm 6'8" and have a giant shell on my back.

"They?"

He was hoping she'd only seen one of them. Maybe it would have been easier, but, of course, that wasn't the case.

"I think there were two

Idk it just looked really weird, it was dark but the silhouette from the light made them look bulky, I don't know what it was"

Lips pursed tight, he looked up from his phone, and all of a sudden that music in the background was suffocating. He quickly reached over and shut it off. He needed to be able to divert all of his attention to one thing. Except, even though he should have been spazzing over her spotting them (even if just for a split second), a concern crept up in the back of his mind that made him scoff at himself. The need to know was too great.

His eyes fell on his scaled, three-fingered hand as he typed.

"Did it scare you?"

Perhaps it wasn't what he should have been focusing on. But he was. He knew she hadn't seen much, but what if she quipped that it was frightening, or gross, or…?

"I don't know, Bo

I guess it was kind of freaky

Uh, do you actually believe me? That I saw something?"

"'Freaky?'" he repeated to himself in a whisper, brow ridge furrowed. What was I expecting?

He had to shake himself of whatever was going on in his head at the moment, because there were more pressing matters at hand. Like what he was going to answer her question with. Theoretically, he could go two routes; one, invalidate the experience and try to walk on the line of telling her that it was not real without making her feel crazy. And then probably get mad at him. Or two, go along with it, if he didn't have the heart to do that to her. The answer was already here; he let out a deep sigh. Two, it is.

Nothing could make him want to make her feel that way, even if it meant he'd have to put in a little extra effort in fixing his mistake.

"I wouldn't doubt your judgement, [y/n]."

"Thanks

That makes me feel a lot better

You're a really good guy, Bo :)"

Freezing, he sat and stared at the screen before slowly taking the phone away from his face, lips moving, but no sound coming out. He had no idea what to say; all he could focus on was the fact that the girl he undeniably liked thought he was a good guy. And that, presumably, it meant she might have liked him as well. Big on the "might", he realized as the logical part of his mind took over once again. Regardless, he licked his lips and got to preparing a worthy response. He didn't want to come off as flustered as he felt. Donnie was aware he was not particularly suave—he took solace in the fact that she couldn't see his face or hear his voice. He contemplated on acting a bit more "cool guy" than he actually was, but wanted her to like him for him, not a facade. Which was a major contradiction to all that he had done up to that point, but the least he could do was be the person he was on the inside!

"You there?"

"Sorry, I got distracted…

You really think so?"

"That I think you're a great guy?"

"Well...yes."

"Totally. 100%"

His heart was going, he was stammering to himself, and a new feeling enveloped him. He was no stranger to the different emotions; he'd gotten familiar with many of them. Because though he didn't always show it, he had a lot of feelings. These, he felt most viscerally. But he had to get back on track. If he could push last night's incident under the rug, all would be well. More well than it already was, considering.

"Thank you, [y/n]

To be honest, I've never had a friend like you

So, do you want to talk more about what you saw? I know I'm switching tracks quickly, it's just very….interesting."

It was a jarring and awkward subject change, he knew that, but he desperately wanted to get it out of the way. The sooner, the better.

"I suppose

You seem pretty interested in it"

Maybe she wasn't hanging onto the experience like he'd thought she would. There were so many tales of people seeing inexplicable things and becoming enraptured by the experience that he guessed he should only expect the worst, but it appeared that she was not so obsessed. Crisis averted?

"Not too much, I was just wondering

We can forget about it."

"Oh, I'm not going to forget about it, Bo"

There it is, he thought, not surprised.

After thirty minutes of attempting to throw her off without coming off as suspicious himself, he had to take a breather, reorganize his mind. Only to come back and find that she had to go take care of things, and that she'd talk to him later. He'd done as much fixing as he could; at that point, it was as good as it was going to get. The thought of being looked for by his unknowing friend loomed about in the coming weeks as they did their patrols, when they would pass by her residence, and the times that he snuck off to stop by himself. Sometimes accompanied by Mikey, but he tried to keep it as solitary as possible. Soon, watching her on her balcony from that roof became part of his routine. He vaguely thought sometimes that watching her like that could be considered creepy, but that ship had already sailed.

For the third time in the last month he was there yet again, on the same roof, watching the same balcony, watching the same girl. Sometimes they texted, sometimes they didn't. The times he wasn't talking to her as he sat there were the times he daringly crossed the threshold onto the fire escape. There were only a few instances of that. But did he still feel out of his mind doing so? Yes. The window only looked into part of the living room and kitchen, but he felt scandalous to do it. Most of his time there was spent only with his shell against the wall next to the window, just out of sight. He could always hear her faint but noticeable footsteps coming and could easily vault the railing and climb up or drop down. She couldn't get past his keen hearing unless she knew to tread lightly.

Mikey was with him once again, this time out to look for scrap rather than patrol. He'd been buddied up with his younger brother more often ever since their talk that night in Donnie's room. They only stopped by because they were already out and had a viable excuse.

"Does she know about us? Like, me, Leo, Raph..." rambled Mikey, curious, as he practiced one of his new moves with his skateboard. He kicked up onto the ledge of the roof and skidded before hopping off, tucking the board under his arm. "You guys have been together like, what, two months? And she doesn't even know your name."

Fiddling with the strap reaching around his shoulder, Donnie replied matter-of-factly to hide the embarrassment that was ailing him at the thought, "Okay, for starters, we're not 'together'. And secondly, she hasn't mentioned voice chatting in a while."

"And?" He got back on his board, zooming by Donnie.

"My name? It just hasn't come up," Donnie shrugged.

"Call her, then!" Mikey smiled, still preoccupied with his board and trying out his new tricks. Donnie gave a light scoff and shook his head. His brother passed behind him where he sat leaned against the water tower.

"I don't want to just call her out of nowhere, Mikey, she might be asleep."

He also didn't want his brother there when he did.

"You gotta not be so shy!...oh, look, in the window. Right there. See? She's up," he quipped with a small smirk. The curtain was drawn, but the light had turned on at some point, and they could see her silhouette moving past. Donnie looked over his shoulder to say something but felt a hand slip into his pocket on the other side, stealing his phone right off of him. He was fast, but Mikey was faster in jumping into his board and gliding all the way to the other side of the roof with the fussy turtle hot on his trail.

"Mikey, quit it!" Donnie barked, lunging toward him for the phone.

"You'll thank me later!"

The two wrestled for the phone, Mikey holding it just out of reach as he tried to navigate the screen without dropping it.

"Come on," grunted Donnie as the tussle led them near the edge, where Mikey held it precariously over the alley below. His glasses were jostled off his face when a stray hand bumped them, causing them to fall amongst their feet. Squinting, he partially knelt down and searched for the pair while still looking at his brother and his phone, trying to stretch his arm long enough to snatch it. "Really?" he groaned, "just give me the phone!"

Donnie slung out his staff and used the other end to whack his wrist from underneath just as he pulled away from the edge, losing his grip on the phone. Mikey tried to catch it but it bounced off his hand, going right over the side of the roof and plummeting down into the alley.

Mikey froze. Donnie finally found his glasses.

Laughing nervously, Mikey turned back to him, "Whoops…"

When he didn't immediately find the phone on the ground, Donnie knew what happened. He looked over the edge, and there it was, sitting on the pavement in the alleyway. The building wasn't incredibly tall, but enough to do some major damage. He'd have to switch for one of his spares if he didn't want to deal with a busted-up screen.

"I don't need your 'help', Mikey, so leave it alone next time," Donnie said and gave him a narrow-eyed look, huffing as he leaped down to retrieve it.

Mikey may have been insistent, but he knew then it was time to stop. All he wanted to do was help. For his shy, flakey brother to come out of his shell (no pun intended). Donnie, at that time, had the biggest shot out of all of them for something unique and good. He hadn't yet worked out the logistics of how to bridge the gap between the two, but it was a calling of his to help him along.

Donnie watched for people from behind a corner before creeping out to get the phone, which was face down on the concrete. No doubt cracked to all hell if not completely shattered, though it did have a case.

But as he got closer, he heard a voice. From the phone.

He picked up the phone timidly and shot a glance up at the roof, where Mikey was peeking over the edge in apprehension. Without a word, Donnie activated the taser in his staff, pointing it at his brother and zapping it briefly. He flinched and retreated out of sight.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Bo?" she asked again, tone riddled with confusion. "What was that?"

"Uh, yes—hol—hold on, please," stammered out donnie, flying around the corner and pressing flat against the wall as a group of laughing people passed by the alley. "Just one second," he said nervously. Above him, Mikey was rapidly motioning for him to get up there, eyes wide and body trying to stay low. Baffled, Donnie gestured back at him, mouthing at him to keep his pants on for one more minute while he made his way up.

"Hey, what's going on there?" she inquired, concerned.

A street cat abruptly skittered out from between his legs from the dumpster he stood next to, and he had to stifle a startled yelp. He hopped up onto the nearest fire escape, trying to control his breathing. "Hey, hello…[y/n]," he half-chuckled, distracted by working up the building one-armed as he kept as quiet as possible.

"What was all that? And who's 'Mikey'?"

There was suddenly a shout—Mikey's shout—and his stomach did a jump. He sputtered as fast as he could, "I'm sorry [y/n] but this really isn't a good time, and I mean it really isn't," he pulled himself up onto the roof, and there was Mikey, fending off men clad in black, "so I have to go, but—"

"Don, dude! I need help over here!" cried his brother, sliding out of the way as a sword was jabbed towards him. He countered with a harsh uppercut to the man's chin, sending him stumbling backwards. The blade fell to the concrete with a clank.

"'Don'? Bo, what the hell?! Who is with you? And—"

Donnie jumped into the battle, a mix of nine or ten armed men with swords other weapons, and Mikey trying to stave them off, swinging his chucks with nothing short of reckless abandon. But he still didn't hit himself with them.

Ending the call, he secured the phone in his pocket. He wailed the guy closest to him in the side of the head with the heavy staff, then kicked him in the chest. The man fell to the blow, and Mikey ducked underneath the length of Donnie's weapon just in time as the two came together. Stray bullets flew past them, some colliding with their shells as they spun around for protection.

"How was it?!" Mikey yelled over the clamor, breathless. Donnie sidestepped from the rapid hit he sent towards the human to his left.

"What are you talking about?!" Donnie loudly questioned, flummoxed of what could have been going on in his brain during a fight. "We're kind of in the middle of something here!"

"Your phone call!"

"Yeah, the hell's the talkin' about, Don?" a gruff voice cut through the jumble.

Both of the boys whirled around to see their older brothers there, weapons drawn.

"Oh, right. As soon as I saw those bad guys coming, I let them know," said Mikey casually to Donnie, throwing his fist into the face of the man coming up behind him. "You know, standard biz."

With the rest of the team there, the fight was over twice as fast. Some groaning in pain and some unconscious bodies littering the area, along with their weapons. Leo finished the last one and sheathed his swords, eyes on their tallest brother while Raph kept watch around them. Donnie swallowed as Leo approached him.

"Don, you said you were going out for scrap metal," Leo stated.

In the background, Mikey grabbed his skateboard and was going to try to kickflip over one of the knocked out guys, but Raph yanked the board from him, growling. He checked all of the men to make sure they were down and would stay down.

"We were...just on our way back?" Donnie answered. Nearby, there was a small pile of scrap he'd collected, though definitely not enough to justify being out that long.

"So you stopped at your friend's place?" Leo deadpanned, crossing his arms. "Didn't you think that this could get her in trouble, too? Her apartment's right there, dude!"

Mikey budded in and corrected him, "Ah, we stopped by [y/n]'s. And nah! It's all good."

Donnie's face twitched. "Of course I thought about it! That's why I've only come here three times since, and only thirty minute intervals!" he bit back, throwing his hands up. The rest of his brothers all looked at him and his specificity. "I'm not naive, Leo."

The leader pushed past the both of them, signalling that it was time to leave, and they followed. Not before Donnie got what little metal he had collected and put away his staff, tucking the stuff under his arm. Raph joined alongside Donnie as they ran. "What's with all the secret' stuff, Don? First, ya hide it to begin with, then, ya make out like you were done, and now you get jumped by Foot guys by her place when you shoulda been gettin' scrap!" he said. "How were we supposed to cover for ya if you're lyin' even after we let you off?"

"Technically, I did get some!" Donnie remarked. He held up a piece of the scrap for him to see, and Raph snorted. "But..."

Well, his question would be a little harder to answer.

Next block was the nearest manhole, where each turtle swiftly jumped in, knowing by heart (and years of wandering) most of the sewers and the way back home. In some tunnels was Mikey's telltale graffiti, but it was scattered throughout the place enough to not be a giant arrow to their hideout. In the last portion of the run was the tunnel they always slid down, and once they were actually home, Donnie knew what was coming. Master Splinter was already waiting for them by the time they arrived.

"Uh-oh," Mikey said upon seeing him, sinking behind his brothers. Raph pushed him back up front.

Dropping the scrap in his arms, Donnie squeaked, "That's not good." He quietly cursed how high pitched his voice became when he was nervous.

"Yeah…" Leo cleared his throat, looking down at his hands clasped in front of him. The situation had an awkward tension for everyone in it, save for Raph, who was immune to it by then and Splinter himself. "We took care of the soldiers," he added more seriously. "Got out of there before too much attention was drawn.

"The police may be able to handle them from here, but it will not make a dent in the Shredder's forces," explained Splinter, grave as he paced along the line of brothers. "He owns the city. Until I say so, there will be no venturing to the surface. You are all lucky to be unharmed."

"That ain't it," Raph piped up. "But they'll be bringin' the big guns, next time."

"Oh, I am well aware."

"Um...of which thing?" the nervous turtle questioned, exchanging glances to Raph and then Mikey.

Splinter raised his brows knowingly, and that was all it took for Donnie. The floodgates of his signature anxious chatter opened. He grabbed the edge of Mikey's shell and pulled him over into the spotlight with him, "I met someone over an online game and we started texting after a few weeks, and—and Leo found out and I said I would stop, but we never told you," he gestured toward their brother in blue, who refused to make eye contact, "so I told her that it was through and then Mikey somehow convinced me to go back on it," he sucked in a breath, and Mikey grinned uncomfortably, "and then we started talking again and I don't know why, but I went back there to her apartment building and it was just…stupid."

There was a cumbrous pause. Donnie was stiff as a board, Mikey couldn't look at any one thing too long, Leo stood in his polite but awkward stance, and Raph started to whistle.

As poised as ever, Splinter spoke. "I know."

All four pairs of eyes shot to their father.

"What?"

"Uh..."

"Huh?"

"Wait."

They expressed their collective confusion at the same time, and Splinter chuckled. Donnie wanted nothing more than to be able to retreat into his shell, but that was physically impossible. "Nothing gets past me, especially not you and your nervous habits, Donatello. You are scratching that spot on your neck again, son."

Flinching, Donnie pulled his hand away. He'd be damned; Splinter was right.

But unbeknownst to them, there had been spectator of their fight on the roof that night.

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shh do not think too deeply about this my children

a/n: haha plot device go brrrr

i need to finish this cursed fanfiction

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Return

It's been 2 years since you were last in Dublin. 2 years since you up and left without warning, saying goodbye to your life there and restarting somewhere completely new. Sometimes, you have to go backwards in order to move forwards.

Requested by @noctvrnalmoth I hope you like it!

*Featuring Jim from the Delinquent Season*

Stepping off the train into the platform, you sighed. It all looked the same, and yet so different. Pulling the buggy open, you gently strapped your sleeping son in and made your way to the taxi rank, your suitcase trailing behind you. A kind lady helped you with your bags and waited with you for an available taxi.

"You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders there, are you okay?" She sat next to you on the bench as your son murmured adorably in his sleep. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry..."

"No don't be sorry.. just been a long time since I came back here is all. Few loose ends to tie up." You glanced at your son's sleepy features as his eyes started to open. Beautiful, ocean blue eyes alongside his dark hair, growing more every day... The memories of that night flooding back before you took a large gulp of water from the bottle in your bag, forcing them back down. You'd done so well... 2 years and you'd built a new life in London. New friends, amazing new job allowing you to put that degree in marketing to good use - you were finally making a complete fresh start. But the secrets you had buried deep inside kept coming to the surface the more your son grew. He deserved to know his roots, who his father was, you knew that, but you couldn't do it.

Choking a tear back, you thanked the kind lady for helping you as a taxi pulled up and she helped you to get in.

Pulling up outside your cousin Natalie's townhouse in the city centre, she was waiting for you at the gate to help with Jackson and your bags. Grinning from ear to ear she pulled you in for a huge hug once you'd got inside and settled on her couch as Jackson sat in this new lady's lap tugging at her earrings.

"I can't believe I'm only just meeting him y/n.. he's the image of you!!" She kissed his cheek, bringing him up to look at him properly for the first time not over Skype.

"I never see it, I just see.... I just see him I guess..." You mind wandered to the man you actually saw, but you didn't let it slip.

"Those EYES!!! So blue and vibrant, just beautiful!" Natalie was swooning now, she'd never seen eyes that blue on a baby. Your eyes were brown, so he clearly inherited them from his father, although you had never revealed his identity - just a drunken one night stand and he wasn't involved. You weren't lying, technically...

After catching up properly, Natalie told you she'd planned a few people coming over to welcome you back that evening - nothing major, just a few friends from years ago that were keen to see you after so long away.

"Oh.. yes, that would be nice... Um, who's coming?"

"Well I think David and Amanda, possibly Caroline.. I think Liam is asking Jim too but I'm not sure if he's up for it - he's been through a tough time lately.." you caught a gasp in your throat at the sound of his name. Last you heard, through Natalie, he and Danielle were going through a rough patch. Cheating accusations on both sides, they'd agreed to a trial separation. "Apparently she isn't as broken hearted as once thought - already shacked up with someone new, fancy house on the coast, new Jag on the driveway, she's doing quite well for herself!" Your chin began to wobble, not unnoticed by Natalie, who placed Jackson in his bouncer on the floor and moved to place a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm fine Nat, honestly I'm good. It was a long time ago, things have changed. I'm not that silly little girl with a crush anymore..." Natalie looked into your eyes. Nothing ever got past her.

"Y/n.. when I said I'd never seen eyes that blue, I meant on a baby. Only one person I know has eyes like that, and I think you know too. Tell me the truth, please?" You were frozen, until tears escaped and you couldn't stop them. Jackson looked to see his mum crying and began crying too. Scooping him up, you held him close.

"It happened once... Just once Nat... And he doesn't know and he doesn't need to know, let's just leave it there, yeah?"

"What?? This is Jim's son? I was almost kidding y/n... How could you keep this from him for 2 years??" She was stood up now in complete shock. Jim wasn't just her friend, he was her husband's brother - this made things even more intense. The atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

"Please Nat... This wasn't easy okay? I was 21, I slept with a married man, and I got pregnant... Then mum died.. I had to go back to London to sort out the funeral and the will... I didn't want to be seen as the homewrecker that got herself knocked up..."

"And what about Jackson? Doesn't he deserve to know his father?"

"Of course... And he would.. when I was ready Nat. And I'm not ready..."

"Not ready for what?" Liam, Natalie's husband was stood in the doorway, as you heard the front door close. Now standing next to him was the man you were desperately trying to avoid... Jim stood behind him, eyes wide at the sight of you with a baby in your arms.

"Baby, we need to go pick up that delivery from the post office, remember the one we missed last week?" Natalie pulled a confused Liam out of the room, leaving his brother and you alone.

"Y/n... Hey.. um.. how are you?" You tried to smile in response but your heart was pounding in your chest, you could barely breathe.

"I.. yeah.. um, yeah I'm okay.." you glanced down at his hand.. the wedding ring was gone. "I'm sorry to hear about you and Olivia..."

"Probably for the best eh... We weren't exactly getting along, just stayed together for the kids I think. They're older now though, they're fine. Y/n.. where did you go? Why did you go?"

"My mum was ill... She'd had a stroke and they couldn't save her, I had to go... I just stayed.. and things happened.."

"You had a baby..." He looked at the little boy in your arms, feeling extremely nervous now. "He must be just over a year old, right?" You nodded.

"13 months.."

"And we... We had sex y/n.. the day before you left..." His own breath was faltering now as the dates in his mind started to catch up. Again, you nodded, tears rolling down your cheeks. The realisation of what was happening dawned on Jim. He started to back away, before shaking his head and storming out of the house, the door slamming behind him making you and your son jump.

Your sobs came out in full force now, Liam and Natalie coming back into the room. Liam took Jackson into the kitchen to find him something to eat as Natalie held you.

"It's okay y/n... Give him time yeah? Poor guys just had the shock of his life, he'll come round." Your heart was sinking.. you hadn't meant for any of this to happen, but here it was. The memory of that afternoon had never left you, you hadn't even been able to move on - your son, for starters, looked just like him, how could you find love with anyone with the constant reminder of the man you'd never have around you 24/7.

Flashback

"I'm so sorry Jim, I didn't know who else to call..." You climbed into his car, cheeks burning as he picked you up from outside the pharmacy. You'd been walking along the road when a pothole in the pavement took you by surprise and you'd tripped, your ankle turning funny - the pain was horrific, but no one seemed to be answering your phone calls when you rang around for someone to come pick you up. Reluctantly, you'd dialled Jim's number, your cousin's brother in law. He'd given you his number the previous week, after offering to help you move into your new apartment later that month.

"No problem, I was just dropping the kids at school so I was only round the corner." He helped you into the car and drove you back to his house. "I figured your place is in boxes, no chance of a first aid kit either, I'm guessing?"

"No," You laughed. "Thank you so much.." you grimaced as you turned your foot round, trying to ease the pain.

"Definitely not broken, just need to rest it. I'll put the kettle on." Jim led you into the kitchen and sat you down at the kitchen table, and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge. Lifting your leg onto the chair opposite, he placed the ice pack onto your ankle. "Feeling okay?" He asked, flicking the kettle on and preparing two mugs of coffee.

"Much better.. thank you." Definitely better.. the physical contact from him was driving you insane, you had to swallow the blushes in your cheeks, praying he hadn't noticed.

"I've only got instant coffee... Hope that's okay - Danielle won't let me buy a coffee machine." He rolled his eyes. His wife was one of the tightest women he'd ever met.

"It's fine, thank you.. and I honestly can't thank you enough for coming to get me.. I can't believe how clumsy I am!"

"Hey those pavements are a nightmare - I'm surprised no one's broken a leg yet! Don't you be moving now, I'll take you back home once that swelling has gone down."

"How did you know how to fix it all?"

"I have a son, y/n, who at one stage a few years ago thought he was an actual superhero and would fling himself off anything to check if he could fly.. you learn the difference between a broken ankle and a twisted one pretty quick!" He laughed, remembering the time his son climbed the tallest tree in the park, giving him a heart attack before throwing himself from the top - luckily Jim caught him before he hit the floor.

"I think it's better now, Jim, I can try and walk." You said, after chatting for a while in the large kitchen.

"Let me help you.." he held your hands and guided you upright, your chests now pressed together as you placed your foot gingerly on the floor, testing it's strength. Stumbling slightly, Jim caught you, your bodies now even closer together. You could feel his heart racing, could he feel yours? His hands wrapping around yours, holding you up, an arm snaking round your waist. You looked up and found him looking right back at you, your face inches from his. Before you had time to think, you kissed him, before quickly pulling back.

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh god.. no... I'm sorry..." He took your hand in his and pulled you back to him, pressing his lips back to yours. This time you didn't pull back, your mouth opening allowing his tongue to dance against yours. Lifting you up, he sat you on top of the counter, his hands roaming your body hungrily.

"I can't... I shouldn't..." He murmured against your neck, the vibrations driving you wild with need. "You're so fucking beautiful y/n..." He ground your hips against yours, you could feel his erection through his jeans as you reached down to cup it through them, kneading it slightly. He growled, pulling your hand up to his chest, his heart hammering underneath his shirt. "You feel that? Feel how fast that's going?" Silently you took his hand and placed against your chest.

"Feel mine...." You pushed his hand down lower.. over your breast... Down your stomach and under the waistband of your skirt. His fingers found your folds, and he gasped your name. "I'm wet... I'm so fucking wet..." Lifting your skirt up, he pulled your underwear down. You relieved him of his jeans and they fell to the floor, revealing no underwear, just his huge, hard cock already leaking.

"I see you are too..." You ran a finger along the slit, taking some of the precum and lifting it to your mouth. "You taste good..."

"You want this...?" He asked, lining himself up against you. You nodded, and he pushed in easily, you gasped his name and threw your head back as he filled you completely. Pulling on your hips, he rocked you against him as he moved his own hips back and forth, fucking you against the countertop. You legs wrapped round his waist as his thrusts came harder, deeper, faster.

"Fuck... Right there... Jim... Oh god...." He bit down on your exposed neck, hands pushing against your still covered breasts, he moaned.

"Feels so good y/n... You feel so good... That's it baby, I need to feel you... Cum for me..." You leaned back, and eyes locked with his you drew a hand down to circle your clit as he moved inside you.

"Gonna make myself cum on you... Gonna cum hard for you... Faster Jim..." He pounded into you now, your moans echoing through the kitchen as you came over him, his release following seconds later. Both of you leaned your heads together as your worlds came back into focus.

Present Day

"Hey."

"Hey.." you'd agreed to meet Jim for a coffee a few days later. He'd called you the evening before, slightly tipsy which made you chuckle. Liam and Natalie were watching Jackson while the two of you caught up.

"How's the hangover?" You smiled, he grimaced.

"Well I've definitely felt fresher.. it was a bit of a shock y/n..."

"Listen.. for what it's worth.. I'm sorry. I didn't know I was pregnant until I was nearly 20weeks. With the stress of losing mum and the funeral, I hadn't had a period for a while but I thought it was just the stress.. then my friend convinced me to take a test and the doctors confirming it.. it was too late to do anything about it.. then I heard you and Danielle were trying for another baby and I just couldn't do it Jim.. I couldn't destroy your life like that.." your hands were shaking. He leaned over and took your hands in his.

"I understand y/n.. I do. I spent most of this week thinking about it. I don't blame you for what you did.. but I do wish you'd told me."

"I'd done enough damage Jim, sleeping with a married man? On his kitchen counter where he makes his kids breakfast? Where his wife makes her coffee in the morning? I couldn't face you.. I couldn't face what I'd done.."

"You know where my wife was, that morning?" He leaned back, smiling a little. "At her office, bent over the desk while her boss fucked her from behind. She called my number by accident while it happened. I didn't answer, obviously, I was busy.. but my voicemail picked up the whole thing. I'd had my suspicions for a long time, but that confirmed it. We were never trying for another baby - that's just what she told people to distract them from the fact we were clearly falling apart at the seams. Couldn't exactly be mad at her after what I'd done with you though."

"Did you tell her?"

"Yes, but she didn't know it was you. Then you up and left.. I thought there was no need to tell her who it was. I guess now we kinda have to, right?"

"Jim, I don't expect anything from you, okay? I have an inheritance from my mum, I'm fine for money, there's no need to be involved if it'll cause you problems.."

"No. You've kept him from me for nearly 2 years y/n, don't do this again, please? I'm not asking you to move in, I'm not asking for a relationship, I just want to get to know our boy.. that's all.. please?" You saw it in his eyes. It was there, for all to see. Was it love?

"I'll call Nat.. ask her to bring him over, maybe we could go for a walk?" Jim smiled, nodding. You made the call, and an hour later you were walking to the local park, Jim pushing the stroller. He took Jackson out of the buggy and placed him inside a baby swing, pushing him gently while pulling silly faces making him giggle. Your heart swelled watching them.

"He's incredible.. those eyes.."

"Your eyes, Jim." He looked up at you and smiled listening to his son's giggle, before he started becoming grouchy again.

"He's teething... Come on little man, let's get you back shall we?" Jim lifted him from the swing and placed his little finger in Jackson's mouth. He responded by sucking his gums along it, finding relief. You smiled, watching Him soothe your son's whimpers of pain as his teeth came through.

Making your way inside Natalie's house, you were surprised to find it empty. A note on the kitchen counter read that they'd gone out for the afternoon, they wouldn't be home until the evening. You warmed a bottle of milk for Jackson as Jim gave him some Calpol. Taking the bottle from you, he fed his son, as you watched, heart pounding as you watched the man you were still in love with take such good care of your baby. Within 15 minutes, Jackson was fed and had been rocked to sleep in his father's arms, you took him and placed him upstairs in his cot to nap. You knew he'd be out for at least an hour after all that fresh air. Walking back into the lounge, you found Jim sat on the sofa waiting for you.

"Come here, y/n..." You sat next to him as he turned to face you, hand gently caressing your cheek. "What are we going to do now?"

"I'm heading back to London tomorrow Jim..." His eyes glistened slightly. He'd just found his son, and now he was going again. He'd just got you back in his life, and now you were disappearing again...

"What can I do to make you stay?" His question took you by surprise. Stay?

"Jim, I..."

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. about what happened 2 years ago. How long I'd wanted you, how long I'd dreamt of you, how I still dream of you even now.. and we share a son y/n.. I can't let you go again, it'd break me.."

"I'm half your age Jim! I'm barely older than your eldest child, how can this possibly work?" He answered with a kiss. Leaning forward to take your mouth against his, without thinking you returned it, linking your fingers with his as he pulled you into his lap.

"It'll work because we'll make it work.. nothing else matters.. all of that other stuff is irrelevant.." he felt you grind your hips against his and his erection was burning against his jeans. He needed you, now.

"And Danielle?"

"Is fucking a man old enough to be her own father - opinion invalid. I don't care about her, I care about you.. please.." he was aware of how desperate he sounded but he didn't care. He had his hand under your t-shirt against your breast, no bra in the way this time. Lifting you up, he carried you upstairs to the guest room you were staying in, and laid you down softly on the bed underneath him.

"Birth control?" He looked at you, smiling.

"The coil - don't worry, I'm covered this time.." You smiled back as he lifted your t-shirt over your head and kissed you again. The reason for being at the pharmacy 2 years ago was to collect your prescription for the pill - you'd not taken it for a couple of days after running out suddenly. After Jackson was born, you switched to a more efficient form of birth control.

Pulling your skirt down and off, along with your underwear, he nestled his face between your thighs, now parted by his hands.

"I want you to watch me y/n... Watch me as I make you cum..." Your core burning, you raised yourself up on your elbows as he blew a hot breath against your wet folds, causing you to shiver under him. He parted your lips with his fingers, before licking from your pulsing hole up to your clit, finding a rhythm that made you cry out and shudder underneath his tongue. Smiling, groaning into you, you tried to keep your eyes on him as he licked and sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.

"Jim.. don't stop.. oh god..." You hadn't had sex since that afternoon 2 year ago, no one being good enough to compete with the man currently buried between your legs. No pleasure you'd given yourself since was a patch on this, and you felt that burning feeling in your stomach starting to rise. "I'm close... Mm... Fuck I'm close..." Your words barely a whisper but he heard them, pushing harder with his tongue as a finger entered you, hooking upwards to find that spot inside, the one you didn't think actually existed, but there it was.. you bucked against his mouth, coming hard and fast - you felt your liquids gush over his chin, there was no stopping them... "Aha... Oh god Jim... Fuck... Stop, it's too much..." He smiled, blowing another warm breath over you before moving back to your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, turning you on even more.

Flipping him onto his back, you lifted his clothes off him and kissed down his chest. Your core needed a breather before you took him inside you. Licking the top of his now rock hard cock, you slowly sank your lips down, taking him fully inside your mouth. You'd never had a strong gag reflex, and you enjoyed the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

"Holy fuck... Jesus y/n... That's it baby..." Up and down your head bobbed, swapping between hard and light sucks, your teeth gently scraping the underside of his cock and your fingers lightly playing with his balls underneath you. Every time you felt them tighten, you'd ease off, allowing him to catch his breath, before bringing him into your mouth again. After a few near explosions, he couldn't take anymore and lifted you off motioning for you to sit on him. "Ride me y/n..." You smiled, and sank your pussy onto him, allowing him to fill you. Slowly so as to adjust to his length, your hips moved, back and forth, up and down, finding the right rhythm for you both. He sat up, chests together and his hands under your thighs as he rotated his hips from underneath, driving his cock against that magical spot again.

"Yes... God that feels good... Jim..."

"I'm not gonna last long y/n..."

"That's okay.. we've got plenty of time to make up for this... Cum in me, give me all of you..." You felt his cock twitch inside you as he moved your hips faster. Leaning back, you rode him hard, the bed frame squeaking underneath as you both cried out, your climaxes arriving simultaneously. Coming back to rest your head against his, you clenched your core once more causing him to gasp as you drew yourself off him slowly. Lay down next to each other, he pulled you into his arms.

"Did you mean what you said?" He asked, kissing your head gently. "Plenty of time?"

"I meant it, Jim... I need to get back to London to sort a few things, put my flat up for sale.. my job... But yes. If you'll have us, we'll come back.." you looked into his eyes. He lifted your head to kiss you and you felt it. All the love you thought you'd never find, in the man you thought you'd never find it with.

Everything was going to be fine, you couldn't wait to start your life over again, this time for the last time.

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bxllafanficc · 4 years

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¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plizetsky x reader)

(part five)

Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Masterlist

Summary: After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: none

*Yuri's POV*

(One week later)

He groaned, still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes even after breakfast. The sun was annoyingly bright today and the crowds chatting along the streets became a loud buzzing in his ears. They walk along shore at a smaller street where the typical fisherman has been standing, even years from now since Yuri saw him last. With a face mask up to his eyes and his hoodie up, it also came to be exceedingly hot underneath his disguise. Sweaty again.

In front of him walked Yuuri and Victor, sheering for him to hurry up meanwhile Victor snapped some photos behind his head on him and (Y/n). 'A selfie to remember' he said. Though the sour face of (Y/n) was far from something anyone would like to remember. Terrifying.

Right. Why? Yuri didn't exactly hit it off at its peak this morning with (Y/n) as his roommate. The cold shoulder hitting him like a slap in the face grew even larger every time he tried talk her back to normal state. A 'what's the matter with you? Stop being a drag!' Wasn't gonna get him an answer so far. Though, Yuri found himself surprised that he even made an effort into talking with her in this mood. One week with her and he's already softening up? Not great. He can't treat her as if she isn't a stranger to him, nice or not. Even if she always came at the late ending hours of his practicing at the rink and greeted him with a late snack after training. Star-shaped apple slices and a smoothie. He found it weird the first time and he still does. Every morning and every late evening because Yakov happened to mention that apples were Yuri's favorite fruit.

And this morning? Maybe he could actually admit that he screwed up. It probably could've gone better if he hadn't stolen Magnolia from her... Long story short, she was asleep with the cat in her arms and Yuri sneaked out a makeshift toy to lure him over. (Y/n) quickly noticed that Yuri was now the person cuddling the cat and she tried to call him over for his morning brush with a happy chirping sound. But Yuri had held Magnolia still when he tried to go until the cat was like 'meh whatevs' and went back to sleep in Yuri's arms. He knew now afterwards that it was already a little bit much to hold the cat back but the worst part wasn't past yet. No. The worst part was when he said 'He wants to be with me, not you, you clingy hag' and 'Maybe if you weren't so stubborn and tacky all the time he would be sprinting to you this moment instead of cuddling with his savior.' When she hadn't responded well to his words some unknown force told him to push it harder. So kept on pushing at her limits with spiteful manners and comments. He can't really understand why he'd said that now afterwards. All that came out meanwhile Yuri was still half asleep from past day's exhaustion, and he hadn't yet realized that he probably should filter the way he talk to his coach, nonetheless the,, he wouldn't say idol,, but- Nonetheless the acquaintance she is. Though he couldn't stand her. How itching and irritated he felt whenever she made her own sour looks. Isn't she supposed to be happy sunshine or what? Just get over it already, it was just an insult anyway.

But it was clear that (Y/n) took the insult to heart and has been doing so since then. At breakfast, he had received a bowl of starshaped cut apples put down harshly in front of him at the table. That along with blueberry pancakes. Why she was the one making breakfast, he didn't understand. But it had certainly not been unbearable to eat. No the opposite really. The entire Katsuki household was there along with them and everyone had been gulping it down like starved hounds. But the thing really throwing Yuri off was the fact that his appleslices were the only ones being but into starshapes. Just that she took the extra time even though or because she was upset at him?

Yuri gazed at the girl's direction as he thought of the event. 'So very unnecessary' he thought. Was it some twisted joke he didn't quite get or a revenge he didn't see coming? Because except for the apples, she had been totally snappy with him since they left for the unknown adventure Victor had described it as. And she wouldn't really have made that extra effort out of kindness judging on her mood today.

(Y/n) was very keen not to glance at him just one bit this morning since that breakfast. And when Yuri made a huge deal out of it afterwards, Victor had took him aside and whispered into his ear; 'There will come days where she won't put up with your bullshit anymore and today seems like such a situation. I don't know what you did to cause that reaction because it's quite rare. But I recommend you lay off and let her cool down on her own.' His words had been a sense of advise with a hint of bitterness in it.

Just minutes later he had gathered us four and announced that he would be taking them all somewhere to cleanse our minds and gather our thoughts. He hadn't really understood why all four would go there but that's when (Y/n) decided it was time to announce a pretty important details she almost withheld from him until now. Apparently the entire reason they chose to do this whole coaching in Japan was because she had taken Yuuri as her apprentice as well. It all seemed relevant of course. Why else would Yuri be here right now and not with her back in Russia? But it made him feel uneasy and let down for some stupid reason. Why she apparently thought it was much more important to teach Yuuri than him since they were in Japan right now. He's always gotta be the favorite even though Yuri won gold and proved himself to be better than the piglet. Victor already chose him. And clearly (Y/n) did too. But she made him believe that she came here only to coach him.

He didn't understand anything. He didn't want her coaching, didn't want to hear anything she had to say. She wasn't a real coach even. He certainly didn't want to share a room with her and he didn't want to feel relieved at the sight of her at the rink yesterday, coming to his rescue like that. He just wanted her to stop talking so much but now he couldn't stand the silence she was giving him.

Couldn't she just get her shit together?

"Ta-daaa! We're here!" Victor's shout made Yuri snap back to reality at the beat of a second. It took him a moment to understand the building the man was waving towards but soon he remembered the experiences he had there.

"No- nonono! I'm not going through that hellish session again. No damned waterfalls and no hitting me with a stick!" Yuri turned on his heels but was grabbed by the collar of his neck by a pouting Victor. (Y/n) who was clearly new to the subject gave Yuuri a hesitant look but Victor wasn't going down.

"Come on, it will be great for everyone. And I promise no hitting this time!"

'This time.' He didn't believe it one bit. He knew it was just an attempt to get him through the doors. Once in, no turning back. But if there was going to be hitting, he was secretly hoping that it would not be (Y/n) as the one doing it.

"Still no. There's no way you're getting me through those doors! Never am I ever standing under a waterfall again!"

...

The rapid flow of the water forcibly threatening to push him forwards was as cold as he remembered it. Screw the hitting with sticks, this just felt like someone rapidly slapping him across the back over and over. At least the water could've been warm. What was the deal with that anyway? He knew exactly why going here was kept a secret from him. They would never have caught him if he knew before. Now Yuri is standing in the middle, unable to escape. A quiet but intimidating (Y/n) who hasn't spoken up for hours and Yuuri who seems to actually be taking this whole thing seriously. Then there's the big question. Where is Little blondie Rasputin in the picture. The answer is right in front of him in a corner of the other side of the room. In a bubble bath taking it easy. He said that he'd be making sure we'd concentrate on opening up our minds and he'd tell us if he noticed otherwise. Yuri believed none of it. He just doesn't want to be here himself. Cause why was (Y/n) doing it if both the coaches aren't in on it. She's already in touch with herself and doesn't need it. Part of him guesses that she was participating on her own terms for some reason.

'This isn't working. I'm literally standing here thinking about everything and anything until time passes!' He thought. And...

He made the mistake of looking to his right. (Y/n) was standing close beside him with closed eyes. He was going to close his eyes as well but then he noticed how soft her skin looked. Like, all the wrinkles caused by her constant grumpy face were flattened out. Her mouth hung low and her lips were slightly parted. That made him notice her slow breathing making her chest rise and fall in a nice rhythm. Even though the water hitting his scalp shouted angrily in his ears, he was somehow able to here her melodic breathing. She was doing this the right way. And she looked completely relaxed. Almost asleep.

He kept on listening to her breathing and prayed that she wouldn't open her eyes right this moment. If so, she'd probably have realized right away how long exactly he had been staring at her.

He brushed it off and adverted his gaze, closed his eyes shut. It wasn't anything more than that. He had to get to know her at some point and her striking eyes were always too intimidating for him. He would always look away to feel less stripped of his soul in front of her. It was almost the first time he really could study her features up close, and without her knowing. (D-Did that sound weird-? anyway.)

He couldn't see her anymore but her light breath could still be heard. A part of it made Yuri think of music when he listened to it. He'll focus on that. Mach the breathing to his own.

Everything she did held a steady rhythm to it, unintentionally probably. The music was so much more than just the beautiful voice she had, but it consumed her entire being. Maybe that's why it felt so real on stage.

Does he have to let the skating consume him too? What if he loses control of what he's doing? Starts doing a different choreography or hits the wall again? What would happen if he just let go?

"I think we're done for today. Great job guys! You too Yuri!"

Well, he would never find out because he could never let that happen. Ever. If he doesn't hold control, then what does he have.

Yuuri and (Y/n) came back to reality and stepped out of the fall. Yuri followed short behind and watched the droplets of water running down the back of the girl in front of him. Her shoulders were much less tense than before they begun their session.

'If she thinks she's her to help me let go of all control and fly off the surface of the earth, then I'm sorry. For your coaching will have been in vain.'

...

Yuri was the last one out of the showers and was alone in the locker room as the piglet had already finished before him. He put one the clothes he came in since he came unprepared and set off to the main entrance. To his surprise, he found (Y/n) leaned against a nearby wall just outside the path leading the separate changing rooms apart. 'She's been waiting for me?' She still looks stern but this time Yuri's directly hit in the face by it. She's not ignoring him anymore. Her eyes are as piercing as always but not with excitement or content as usual. Yuri has to turn his head. The feeling's too much.

He walks beside her this time as well. Not a few feet behind like the way they came here.

Victor's tall back was seen outside the building through the glass doors and the two of them headed out. Yuuri was there too but they weren't alone. A large crowd of screaming teenagers as well as adults were swooning over the two skaters. Reporters and journalists were at the front struggling to ask the pair questions meanwhile guards from the center nearby held them all back. At the corner of his eye (Y/n) was turning slightly pale of the sudden screams that roared as they arrived together. As soon as Yuri was noticed the same reaction came for the second time and he joined in on the surprise. His first instinct was to run and hope none in the crowd ran faster than him. But is seemed like (Y/n) sensed his intentions before he did. A firm and calming hand was placed upon his head and as what- a warning? A threat? He looked at her and she smiled. Not to him, but to the crowd.

"Is that (Y/n) and Yuri Plisetsky?"

"Yes! But why are they in Japan? And together?"

"Aww look! They look so cute together!"

A couple pictures were taken of the two of them and Yuri was as stunned by the girl's hand as well as her warm presence towards her fans. He was even too caught up to snap her hand away.

"How long have you known each other?"

"Yuri YURI! What were you doing in there with the Aubade duchess of (nationality)?" Duchess? Right. One of her many titles created by her fan base. It's pretty funny. Why a duchess? Why not a queen or an empress? Yuri wasn't the one to complain though. He was called the Russian punk.

"(Y/n), any reason you're in Japan? Any hot news you'd like to share with us?" The woman asking leaned over the fighting arms of the guard and winked playfully at the two of them. He saw (Y/n) getting visibly uncomfortable at the suggestive question and she stuttered, trying to come up with something smooth and contained for the reporter to use in her article. Yuri was just pissed off at how rudely this woman got all up in their private life like that. He felt like it had been put upon (Y/n) as her responsibility alone to answer that and that just made him angrier.

But the back of the tall Russian male hiding him from camera views stopped the salty defensive words he almost spit out.

"Of course! It's about time to announce anyway. On the behalf of myself and Yakov Feltsman, we're proud to announce that (Y/n) (l/n) will spend her time in Japan as coach for our competing skaters; Yuri Plisetsky and Yuuri Katsuki, in their preparations for this year's Grand Prix senior division!" Victor's worlds were happily announced to the audience and the next moment all hell of a screaming mess broke loose. The reporters rushed sideways to call their firms about the news and the guards almost failed to hold the fighting fans at bay. It all was a mess already. It went from being super private and secretive to Victor dropping the act without warning and soon the whole world would know in just a couple of minutes.

Shit.

A/N; Aaand another chapter! I have so fun writing these and it's almost like therapy session for me too:') no waterfalls though. It seems like Yuri's starting to warm up to (Y/n) right? Well... Baby steps;) What do you think will happen in next chapter? Let me know what you think!

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sophi-s · 4 years

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Day 29 #Grief

Whoops. I actually ended up writing a short piece for this one as well and uh... I think I accidentally created a new ship... :O

To Mourn Together

By: sophi-s (me)

Franchise: Darksiders video games

Words: 1 961

Warnings: None

Characters: Uriel, Nathaniel, Abaddon (mentioned)

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With utmost certainty, one could say it was one of the brightest nights in the White City. Of course, with the buildings in the color of gilded snow, every night seemed bright. But that one particular night the full moon spilled its cold, silver light all over the angelic city, bathing it in a pale glow that reflected in the smooth surfaces and illuminated the warm darkness as the gentle gusts of wind blew through the quiet and empty plaza.

Aside from the sentries patrolling the streets, all of the Heaven's denizens were long asleep in their homes. All of them.

Except for one.

A figure of a lonely angel threads lightly through the city, grand white wings folded neatly at his sides, just like his hands behind his back. His golden battle armor is discarded in favor of a simple set of clothes. There's nothing threatening him after all. Lost in thought, he doesn't acknowledge guards greeting him as he passes by. He walks seemingly without purpose, reconsidering the not so recent events.

Your friend serves the Shadow.

The Archon? Corrupted?!

Impossible!

Leave me, Horseman. I must think of what to do now…

He shook his head with an exasperated sigh. One hundred years. It's been over one hundred years since all of this happened. And yet, all this felt far too fresh in his head. As though it happened merely yesterday. Sweeping his gaze over his surroundings, he realised he'd left for the outskirts of the White City, where the grand Tree of Life stands tall and magnificent as it has since the day Heaven was created. But to his surprise, he wasn't alone here after all. At the foot of the Tree, his keen white eyes spotted another angel. A woman. The same silver hair, any other angel possesses, fluttering on the wind, wings of golden, radiant feathers slumped sadly against her back as she stood there, gazing out at the locked gate to the Well of Souls. Strange. He assumed he would be alone.

Since he wasn't trying to sneak up on her, she heard him approach quite early and whipped around to face him, her own robes billowing, but the moment she laid her golden eyes on him she simply sighed.

"Oh. It's just you, Nathaniel.."

"So it is."

Nathaniel murmured, silently wondering who she'd been actually expecting, and stood for a few long moments, looking at her. A black ribbon with a darkened feather tied around her right wrist caught his attention and something twisted painfully in his chest. Even blackened and bathed in Hellish corruption, the ribbon was unmistakable and the feather spoke for itself..

"What are you doing here, Uriel?"

He found himself asking nonetheless. It's been a long while since they last talked. After all, Nathaniel had been sent away from the Hellguard shortly after Uriel joined their ranks. And it was so long ago.. Humming quietly, Uriel turned away to look up at the Tree's tangled canopy of small fluttering leaves.

"A year…"

She sighed when Nathaniel came closer and stood beside her, watching her stare into the black sky where the moon gazed down on them like a gigantic, round eye.

"It's been a year since Abaddon died.. exactly a year, day to day."

Nathaniel nodded in agreement, looking at Uriel's fingers absent mindedly stroking the end of the ribbon tied around her forearm. Even though he'd been away from the White City for quite some time, rumours about the commander of the Hellguard reached Nathaniel even in Lostlight. If they were true, then no wonder Uriel takes Abaddon's demise so personally. He could only imagine what was going on in her head throughout this year. He wasn't going to stop her from spitting out what she'd been choking up inside of her.

"And yet.. I still sometimes wonder. If I should've done something. Stopped War… I don't know."

"He'd been the Destroyer, Uriel. As much as I disagree with it, you couldn't do anything else for him."

Furrowing her eyebrows, Uriel huffed and lowered her head.

"I know. But… I still have this in my head. The sight of him reaching out to me for help. What if…"

She hesitated, something that was very unlike her. Nathaniel raised his eyebrows curiously, waiting for her to speak up. He had his suspicions from the moment Death brought the news of Abaddon's fate and he couldn't help but wonder if Uriel thought the same way.

"I refuse to believe he'd planned it from the beginning. What if all of it wasn't his choice? He can't have been in his right mind! What if before War killed him, in his last moments Abaddon, the real Abaddon, came back? What if… there was still something worth saving in him?"

Nathaniel's suspicions turned out to be true. She thought just like he had. Now it was his turn to look up at the sky. Indeed, there was something so enchanting about this particular night..

"I wondered myself, Uriel. Many times in fact…"

The younger angel crossed her arms and glared down at her boots as though they'd done something wrong. The branches of the Tree creaked mournfully as the wind tugged on them and ruffled feathers of both angels standing below. Its gusts were getting stronger and its voice whistling against nearby structures brought to mind a sorrowful cry of a lost soul.

"Abaddon taught me everything I know. I had known him my whole life. It feels so… empty without him."

I can't believe he's gone. That's what she truly meant to say and Nathaniel knew it but said nothing of it. He knew that feeling quite well. Better than most. Abaddon had been his friend after all…

"Sometimes I feel like he's still here. Watching over me like he always has.."

Uriel chuckled humorlessly, as though she meant to laugh off the ridiculousness of her claim but Nathaniel didn't feel like laughing. He laid his hand on Uriel's shoulder, nearly making her jump in the process.

"Who says he isn't?"

He could clearly see her jaw visibly clench tightly at his assumption. Not that he could blame her. Nathaniel knew all too well what Uriel was going through. He didn't want anyone to feel like he does and he wished to offer her comfort, compassion. But it's not easy to do so while he grieves as well.

"Do you think I could've changed it?"

Uriel suddenly asked, making Nathaniel's eyebrow wander up.

"During the initial Endwar.. Do you think if I was a little faster back then…"

"Uriel."

The deep tone of his voice had just the result he was counting on as she cut off to finally look him in the eye. Nathaniel placed his other hand on her other shoulder and said sternly

"Even if so, it doesn't change anything. We can't turn back time. Thinking this way won't make you feel better."

"And how could you possibly know?"

It was just the matter of time before Uriel snapped and brushed Nathaniel's hands from her shoulders. There was fire in her eyes, burning like the hottest blaze of Hell.

"You don't know how I feel."

Frowning gently, Nathaniel heaved out a long suffering sigh.

"Quite the opposite in fact.. I know exactly how you feel…"

This seemed to have given Uriel a pause.

"I've known Abaddon even longer than you have. He was my close friend, one of the very few I had. When the news of his fall reached me I kept wondering if it would've been different if I was there. This one, wretched thought stayed with me for a whole century, like a festering wound that refuses to heal. If you seek understanding, I assure you, you will find it in me."

Would it have been different if I knew of the darkness that threatened Lucien? Sometimes he still has those doubts... In shock, Uriel opened her mouth a couple of times only to shut it again as she couldn't find suitable words. Until..

"I'm… sorry. I had no idea…"

With an unhappy smile, Nathaniel shook his head. He wasn't going to take offense. Grief does strange things to people. Uriel snapping at him wasn't the worst thing that could've happened.

"Past cannot be changed. Blaming yourself will not bring you peace of mind. We must march into the future."

Snickering quietly, Uriel looked away.

"You speak words of wisdom.. But I cannot decide if they help me either."

Humming thoughtfully, Nathaniel measured Uriel. Her heart was bleeding profusely, even though she kept it hidden away. He knew how to recognise inner turmoil. From his own experience.. Fortunately, he knew just the way. And honestly, after all this.. Abaddon's treason, Lucien's collapse into the hateful darkness.. he probably needed it as much as she did. Carefully, but insistently, Nathaniel reached out to Uriel and gently pulled her into his arms.

"Nathaniel? What.. are you doing?"

Uriel didn't stop him, probably because of confusion and surprise. Not getting pushed away was a small victory in itself. He was more than happy to explain it to her. Going back to memories of that peculiar human who accompanied Death everywhere always warmed his heart.

"A good friend of mine had told me once that embraces can bring comfort. Especially in sorrow. Does it help you ?"

For a long moment Uriel didn't answer. She was thinking. Up this close Nathaniel could feel her heart rapidly hammering against her ribcage. But then she finally returned the embrace and placed her head on his chest with a heavy sigh.

"It does. Even if a little.."

A tiny note of wonderment in her voice was barely perceptible but definitely there. For a few minutes both angels stood like that in silence before Uriel spoke again.

"Do you think he's at peace? Abaddon, I mean…"

Staring at the shorter angel in his arms, Nathaniel harrumphed. The Charred Council was surely bent on condemning Abaddon, sentencing him to damnation even after his death. He only hoped that the Horsemen made short work of them before they were able to fulfill their dire promises and cast the already tormented soul into Oblivion. Nothing was sure. The only way to confirm either was to travel to the Kingdom of the Dead. Nathaniel couldn't say for certain that Abaddon has his rest or if his spirit in this very moment wastes away in nothingness. The mere thought made his stomach churn. But he didn't speak his fears out loud. He didn't dare.

"I do sincerely hope so…"

An answer as good as any, he supposed. It wasn't a "yes" but neither it was a "no". Perhaps it would be just enough..

"Thank you, Nathaniel.. I'm glad you came here…"

Somehow, an odd, heavy presence lingering about was abruptly lifted from the air when Uriel whispered into the edge of his coat but stayed motionless where she was, unwilling and not ready to pull away just yet. Mourning is always easier with a companion. For just a second Nathaniel could've sworn he saw something… someone… move out of the corner of his eye but just as suddenly as they appeared, they were gone. It was most likely nothing. Just a fleeting trick of his imagination. Nathaniel rested his chin on top of Uriel's head and closed his eyes, listening to the wind blowing gently overhead and to her heart beating right next to his own. Two different rhythms that seemed the same. He didn't wish to leave just yet either. Luckily, he didn't have to. There was no need for hurry. It was still the middle of the night. No one will see them here, vulnerable and weak, slowly mending their broken hearts from the pieces.

They still had time…

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Bear with me, I just wanted those sad dorks to lift each other's spirits up. It's not my fault that I'm so trash 😂

At least I drew Nathaniel properly, as I promised :P

Darksiders Inktober drawing prompts by @imagine-darksiders

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harringrovetrashrat · 5 years

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I love thinking of billy being scared of the dark because sometimes he'd wake up and Neil would be there trying to hurt him or something and he obviously never tells anyone cause it's embarrassing he just sleeps with a lamp on but he doesn't realize that max knows and max told Steve (and sworn him to secrecy, it was just in case something happened and Steve needed to help him out) so when there's a power outage Steve has to help billy who's freaking out

Oooooh yisssssss!! I’m ALL here for Billy being scared of the dark (and tbh Steve too), because they don’t like not knowing what’s out there, waiting for them.

I imagine this taking place after the tunnels, and Billy and Max started having a better relationship after the whole bat thing, but before they admit to liking each other. And the really angsty lil part of me also thinks this is before the mind flayer, so Billy will have all the more reason to be scared of the dark later.

Or we can imagine the flayer is a punk bitch who got stopped after the tunnels.

Hope you like it, anon!

It wasn’t like he was a pussy or anything. He just liked knowing what was around him at all times. Didn’t like waking up to something dark hovering above him. Something dangerous. Didn’t like the feeling of something clenching so tight in his chest it hurt. Feeling himself cower as it loomed, hand around his throat, eyes unfeeling and cold. As he knew that in that moment, it could kill him without a care. Without a second thought.

That was all.

So he had a small lamp he kept on, kept hidden. Just enough light to always see. To always clearly see what was around him, good or bad. It was an easy to miss lamp, a small ceramic surfboard, hidden by the side of his bed between it and the wall.

The thing was, Max noticed it. She found it while looking for quarters to pilfer, wondered what it meant, and then found out in the worst way.

Neil found the lamp, asked why Billy thought he had the right to run up the electricity bill like that. Didn’t allow Billy to answer before smashing the lamp on the floor, right by where Billy’s feet touched the hardwood. Made Billy pick up the pieces.

Billy always kept his curtains open after that. Max noticed that too. Noticed that he stayed up as late as he could. That he barely slept on cloudy nights. She noticed it all.

“I just haven’t been getting a lot of sleep,” Steve said, shrugging off Max’s question as he drove her home for once. She tilted her head.

“Are you scared of the dark too?” She asked. Steve scrunched his nose but was gentle and kind when he asked,

“Are you scared of the dark?”

“No,” Max scoffed, too offended to think about what she was saying, “Billy is.” She noticed her mistake immediately and noticed the way Steve turned to look at her, mouth agape, before quickly looking back to the road. His mouth snapped shut, but his eyes stayed wide. Neither one of them said anything for a while.

“How do you know--”

“I just do,” she said, gripping her backpack tightly. “And you can’t tell anyone, okay? I shouldn’t have even told you.” Steve just nodded and mimed zipping his mouth shut. Max rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her relief.

And then spring brought storms. Bad ones. Really bad ones.

Steve and Billy were in the locker room, the last ones left after practice. Steve hadn’t wanted to leave, not jumping to go to an empty house, and Billy had waited to shower alone, too many bruises on his ribs. As Steve was tying his shoes and Billy was buttoning his pants, there was a crack that made them both jump. The lights began to flicker and Steve had only a moment before they shut off, but it was long enough to catch the terror on Billy’s face.

For a few moments, the only sound in the dark room was Billy’s ragged breathing.

“Hey, uh,” Steve began, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth, “Are you okay?”

“Peachy keen, King,” Billy said, voice tight and raspy. Steve bit his lip before standing. The sounds made Billy’s breathing speed up.

“You don’t sound fine, dude.” Steve blinked, trying to see if his eyes could adjust at all. He knew this locker room, had a good idea of where Billy was, but also didn’t want to be wrong. He waited for a snappy answer, but there was none. Billy was breathing faster and faster, his breath starting to sound almost squeaky. “Billy?” Steve took a few steps and jumped when there was a bang as Billy threw himself into the lockers behind him, whimpering. Steve stumbled and banged his knee on a bench on the way over, feeling around for Billy.

“Please…” Billy wheezed. Steve froze.

“Billy? It’s me, okay? It’s Steve. I’m right over here.” He wasn’t sure what to do. This seemed like much more than just being scared of the dark. So he figured Billy would appreciate knowing where he was, what he was doing. “Are you okay? I won’t come any closer if you don’t want me to.” Billy didn’t respond, but his breathing slowed ever so slightly. So Steve kept talking. “I hate these storms. I hate the dark.” Billy’s breath hitched but didn’t speed up. “I, uh, I got lost in these underground tunnels once, yeah? And it was dark as shit, dark as-- dark as hell,” he whispered. “Whenever I try to sleep, whenever it’s too dark, it’s like I’m back there sometimes.” Billy’s breathing was slowing and Steve shifted, leaning back against the lockers. “So like, if you just so happened to be scared of the dark, I wouldn’t like, judge you or anything.”

“I’m not a fucking wimp like you, Harrington,” Billy said, voice quiet and lacking heat. Steve grinned.

“Yeah, I know.” Steve felt a body along his side and turned his head. His eyes had adjusted enough that he could just make out the outline of Billy’s face. Of his wet hair and sharp jaw. He swallowed thickly. Billy was silent for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Thanks.” It was quiet, but firm, and Steve nudged his shoulder with his.

“Can I ask why? ‘Cause like, you really didn’t seem okay.” Billy tensed and sucked on his teeth. Steve just waited, ever patient.

“I just,” Billy began before pausing. He took a shaky breath and exhaled sharply. “I just freak out a little when I can’t see what’s around me. What’s waiting there.”

“Yeah,” Steve murmured. “I know exactly what you mean.” He didn’t press, even though he wanted to, because that wasn’t a little freak out, just pressed his shoulder to Billy’s until the lights came back on. They both stood, stretching and not making eye contact. As Steve moved to leave, Billy cleared his throat again. Steve turned and Billy’s back was to him, tense.

“Don’t--”

“I won’t,” Steve said. Billy’s shoulders relaxed and Steve let his eyes wander, let them trail where they shouldn’t, before looking away with a blush. He left the locker room and missed the way Billy watched him go, eyes soft and longing.

#anon #ask #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #ficlet #angst adjacent #pre-harringrove

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crimsonrae · 4 years

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Across the Road, At the Brothel

Chapter Ten

Summary: Jaskier fell in love any day that the sun rose in the East. It was a trifling, pleasurable experience for him. Even when he was jumping out a window to avoid cuckolded husbands. So what happens when his trifles start to become more significant? Jaskier/OC. Some Yennefer/Geralt

A/N: Jaskier is just too adorable not to write about. This is a relationship development story with an OC. There will be smut in later chapters and plenty of angst.

Rating: Mature

Simple and Complex

"Twas early one morning a fair maid arose,

And slipped away with her lover's clothes,

And off to the fields a sure she goes

With naught e'na kiss in the morning early."

An unwilling smile pulled at Lyrra's lips as she smothered a sigh and attempted to pay her bard no mind. She finished hanging a few freshly laundered shirts and trousers as she listened to his approach. She had slipped out of her cottage long before Jaskier had woken. A basket of laundry in hand as she went to the stream – Geralt had roused enough from his place by her hearth to note her exit but seemed incline to rest longer himself. She was grateful for the solitude. It gave her a chance to gather her thoughts and calm the whirlwind that Jaskier had incited in her. She needed the distance and the time to figure out -

"Are you really just going to ignore me?"

Him.

Lyrra glanced around the shirt she was pinning up with a raised brow to see him standing proudly with his hands on his hips, "Did you say something?"

Jaskier narrowed his gaze at her in an odd mix of exasperation and amusement, "Lyrra."

"Jaskier." She intoned and bit back a smirk as he huffed.

A sly glint entered his eyes as he began to sing again.

"The bard arose and he discovered her sin,

His heart and his song composed quite the din."

Lyrra could not help the faint laugh that left her as she listened to him. Puckish amusement danced in his blue orbs as he sidled up next to her and slid an arm around her waist.

"And he had the will for to greet her so slim

With a kiss in the morning early."

She didn't need the last line of his song to see the kiss coming. A quiet sigh left her as she welcomed his familiar embrace. Her skin still tingled with the memory of their coupling and the calm she had achieved was swiftly thwarted by his touch. Reluctantly, she pulled away.

Jaskier smiled contentedly at her, "Good morning."

"It's afternoon, you slept the morning away." Lyrra replied lightly as she moved her basket under the tree her clothesline was tethered on, "And I'm rather sure those aren't the words to that song."

"Ehh, I'm a bard, pretty much gives me free rein to change the words." Jaskier shrugged. His keen eyes cataloged her every move, "You should've slept the morning away too. You were up as long as I was."

As if to prove his point, Lyrra found herself swallowing a yawn. In all actuality, she had been up longer than he had. Her mind had not been able to let the events of the night settle and her dreams had taken a dark turn once she had drifted off. She still wasn't sure what had come over her in that bathing chamber, she was never that bold. Yet, bold was the only way to describe her actions from the time he entered until...well. A blush rose to her cheeks and she could see a salacious grin crossing Jaskier's lips from her periphery at the sight. He knew well where her mind had gone.

"Stop it." She murmured lowly, refusing to look in his direction.

"Stop what?" His tone dripped with quiet laughter.

"You know what." She glowered faintly at him and wished that she still had a few shirts to pin to the line, if only to have something to do besides stare at him.

He tilted his head and his mirthful smile continued to tease her as he said, "You are adorably shy in the light of day. I do hope that I never make you stop blushing."

It was her turn to huff, "Jaskier."

He chuckled quietly and reached for her again, "Now what happened to the woman who had her wicked way with me last night, hmm?"

Lyrra was sure her face was scarlet now at his words as she allowed him to draw her close again, "She came to her senses."

"That sounds...not good." Jaskier murmured as he tilted her chin up and frowned bemusedly at her, "I suppose it's time we actually have that talk."

Lyrra shifted awkwardly under his gaze as she ruefully wondered which talk he was referring to, their tryst or her back. Neither was a conversation she particularly wanted to have, if for completely different reasons. She had been grateful when the topic had fallen to the wayside upon returning to her cottage.

She forced a smile when she realized she was taking too long to respond, "That talk."

"Yes, the one you've been trying to figure out how to avoid since I brought it up last night." Jaskier uttered faintly amused as she looked away somewhat sheepishly and bit back a sigh, "Believe it or not, not a conversation I want to have either, but as fun, as our little dance has been... we do need to -"

He waved his hand about as he tried to find the right words. Lyrra took pity on him as her smile turned a little more genuine, "Clear the air? Create some boundaries? Form an understanding?"

Jaskier nodded, "Yes, that. That would be good."

Lyrra stifled a giggle as she saw her nerves reflected in his expression. It amazed her how he could go from unerringly confident to uncertain in a matter of seconds, especially around her. She was not someone to be nervous around. Her fingers itched with the need to touch him, reassure him. The impulse to soothe his quiet anxiety was strong and unexpected. She wasn't a tactile person by any means, she usually went out of her way to avoid being touched. Jaskier was her opposite in this manner, he felt everything, like an overgrown toddler. He picked up, played, listened, and sometimes tasted everything with which he came into contact. He took comfort in touch, she knew this implicitly.

As if to prove her unspoken point, he seemed to sense her reluctance and reached out to caress her cheek, "What is it? Talk to me."

"It's nothing – I just...I tend to get carried away with you."

Jaskier raised a brow as he prodded her to continue, "And that's a bad thing?"

"It's not like me." She mumbled quietly and resisted the urge to fidget. She didn't know how to explain to him the maelstrom he made her feel. How she found him both comforting and disconcerting. How she allowed him more liberties than anyone since...since ever.

"Again, that's a bad thing?" He was more curious now than concerned. Jaskier had been far from surprised when he had woken to find her gone... simply disappointed. He was quickly beginning to learn that avoidance was his lover's instinctual response to anything that made her -

"It's an uncomfortable thing." Lyrra grimaced.

Uncomfortable. He smiled gently at her, at least she was somewhat aware of her tendencies, "You know, I typically don't do serious."

Lyrra blinked at the strange segue, "Really? Hadn't noticed."

He bit back a laugh at her dry tone as he made his point, "Serious is complicated and boring and messy. I like easy and fun, simple... but you, my lovely Lyrra, you are very complicated and serious. But I can say with absolute certainty you are not boring. You make me curious."

She merely stared at him still unsure where he was going with his little lecture.

"Curious. Confused. Uncomfortable." Jaskier answered placing a special emphasis on that last word, "No, strike that – you don't make me uncomfortable; you make me uncertain. None of that is necessarily a bad thing, you know?"

"Hasn't been my experience." Lyrra replied softly.

"No, I suppose it hasn't." His fingers brushed across her back and the brand he now knew rested there and she tensed at the reminder, "I don't think that I make you uncomfortable, either. I think it's that you enjoy yourself with me that discomfits you. Tell me you didn't enjoy yourself last night."

Her cheeks burned and she couldn't meet his eyes as she fumbled for a response, "I... you know, I did."

"Do you want to do it again?" He asked quietly and linked his fingers with hers.

Lyrra felt her stomach flutter at the question as she tried vainly to ignore the heat that rushed through her veins, "...yes."

"So do I." He murmured softly and unconsciously leaned into her, "Is that really so unsettling?"

Her grey eyes were drawn to his lips, "...yes. You unsettle me, Jaskier."

"How?"

"I crave you. I've known you barely a fortnight." Lyrra whispered, not missing the desirous look that entered his eyes at her words, "And I crave your kisses and your touch... even your voice. I don't crave people. I don't know what to do with you."

"I think you know exactly what to do with me." He couldn't help the tease that left his tongue even as she hit his arm, "Ow."

Vaguely annoyed, she attempted to pull away from him again, but he refused to let her step back. "Alright, okay. I'm sorry. I don't do serious, remember? It's just... this doesn't have to be hard, it can be simple."

Lyrra sighed frustrated, "Nothing about this is simple."

"Only because you're making it complicated." Jaskier pointed out somewhat humorously, "We already agreed to not get married and after last night, I think we're agreed we can't be merely friends. Especially, since we both admitted we want a repeat..." His words slowly caught up with him and he offered her an acknowledging nod, "Right, we may be a little complicated."

Lyrra snorted and shook her head at him. He was utterly ridiculous and she adored it despite herself, "Let me make this simple. I like you, Jaskier. That's simple. You like me back, that's simple too. Last night was great and yes, I want it to happen again, but I'm not sure that it should."

"Why?" He breathed the questioned startled.

The possibility of them not continuing their affair had not occurred to the bard, she could see that plainly and sighed again, "In a day, a week, sometime rather soon you're going to be gone, Jaskier... And I don't - I don't want to miss you."

He looked like he had been struck and Lyrra tried not to wince under his stare or to follow after him when he stepped away. She felt cold at his abrupt distance. Perhaps, she had worded that too harshly. Guilt twisted in her gut as she silently pleaded with him to understand what she couldn't say.

"Right." A bitter laugh escaped him, "Oh, avoidance should really be your middle name, Lyrrana."

"Jaskier-"

"No." He shook his head and cut her off, "You don't want to miss me? That's shit, if ever I heard it. Let's reword that, shall we? What you really mean to say is: Jaskier, you're going to hurt me, so let's not even bother."

A stone sank with a ferocious crash in her stomach as his words and gaze scolded her like an unruly child. She wanted to be angry with him, but he wasn't entirely wrong. She stared helplessly, not sure how to respond or even if she should.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I really should've rented that room for us last night." He murmured almost sadly, "I'm not going to hurt you, Lyrra."

She swallowed tightly, "I know..."

"Do you?!" His disbelief seared her and she found she couldn't meet his gaze any longer, "Do I scare you, Lyrra? Last night did I -"

"No. No, Jaskier." Lyrra interrupted before he could finish his question, "I wanted last night. You didn't push me or force me."

Jaskier stared at her as he replayed everything he had said and done in that bathing chamber. A slow realization began to creep on him, "But I did scare you."

"No."

Despite the certainty in her voice, he knew it was a lie. It wasn't physical intimacy that was causing Lyrra's hesitance over their affair, it was emotional, "I did. When I saw your back. When I demanded you let me in, I scared you."

Lyrra's lips tightened into a thin line as she glared at him, "No."

Jaskier didn't seem to hear her as he muttered, "How am I attracted to the most emotionally stunted people on the bloody Continent?"

"Jaskier." She sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, "Can we forget this conversation and go back to where you kissed me good morning?"

He looked as frustrated as she felt as he, in turn, uttered, "No. I promised you last night we go at your pace, not mine... I'll see if I can get my room back at the inn."

"You don't have to." Lyrra started softly.

Jaskier forced a smile at her and she hated it, "Yeah, I do. I think we both need our space. Simpler this way."

She went to protest further, but he cut her off once again.

"Oh...one more thing." A determined expression marred his visage as he swept back into her space and pressed his lips to hers. Lyrra gasped faintly at the sudden contact and he stole the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Unconsciously, her hands rose to tangle in his hair as he backed her against the trunk of the tree. A fiery thrill rushed through her veins as coherent thought left her and all she could do was cling to him as she simply felt.

She felt his warmth and the subtle strength in his body as he pressed against her. She felt his almost desperate grip on her hips and tasted his passion as he took his fill. He hadn't kissed her like this before... He was usually gentle, curious, searching, but this was demanding, almost possessive, it was dizzying. It wasn't until she completely melted into his touch that he pulled away and pressed his head to hers.

A smug gleam sparkled in his eyes, "That's what I thought too."

Utter confusion descended on Lyrra as she stared at him, "What?"

His smile was even smugger, "The thing about having this talk is that declaring our intentions goes both ways. I'll stay at the inn, but I fully intend to end up back in your bed and if I happen to fall into your heart, all the better. You don't get to ignore me. You don't get to be afraid of me, Lyrra. I'm not that scary."

No, he was terrifying.

He stole one more kiss before starting his trek to the cottage. Lyrra was left bewildered to stare after him. She shouted out the only thing that came to mind before he got too far, "This is far from simple!"

Jaskier spun on his heel and grinned, "Yeah, but I already told you – you're complicated. And I like you. Besides, I'm not that easy to get rid of, ask Geralt."

He disappeared around the bend a second later and Lyrra covered her face in disbelief, "He's absolutely mad."

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Geralt felt a headache coming on as he headed back towards the woods. Enough time had passed since he had last checked the clearing that whoever had created the mutated fleders would have had the chance to find their corpses. He hoped anyway. Otherwise, he would need to figure out another way to track down those creature's creator and that meant spending more time in the Toussaint countryside than he was comfortable. Especially, now that Jaskier and Lyrra were...

He didn't know what the fuck those two were doing.

Which in part was why he had a headache now. Jaskier had been gathering his things when he had left the cottage, muttering under his breath about being drawn to emotionally constipated people.

Geralt didn't ask.

He would really rather not know.

What he had gleaned was that they were getting rooms at the inn. Despite his earlier protestations about overstaying their welcome in Lyrra's home, he wasn't looking forward to dealing with the general populace again. He pushed the thought aside as he moved quietly through the brush. The smell of rot had only become heavier in the days that followed and he no longer needed to follow his tracks back to the clearing. The other change was the faint buzzing of flies that filled his ears. The fleders decomp had attracted more insects. His teeth clenched as he resigned himself to the fact that the creator of the two beasts either had not bothered to look for them or the corpses hadn't been discovered yet.

There certainly hadn't been any talk amongst the locals about the discovery of two fleder corpses. He sighed as he stepped fully out of the woods and casually observed the clearing again. The flesh was almost completely gone from the fleders now... wait...fleder. One. Geralt tilted his head and eyed the shadows behind the first corpse. He wasn't mistaken there was only one body now. The other was gone.

He strode forward and bent to study the ground. There were drag marks, but that could have been from an animal dragging the body away for food. Yet, he found that scenario unlikely. Most scavengers could sense a potentially dangerous meal. The venom the fleder created would likely have made it toxic to any creature that attempted to eat it.

More silently than he had entered the clearing, he exited following the tracks. Even then, he could have followed his nose the stench was so bad. Whoever or whatever had come to claim the body had done so recently. It wasn't long before he stumbled onto a narrow path.

The trees had thinned and he could make out neatly organized rows of barren grape vines through the foliage. He must have been on the edge of one of the vineyards. Frowning, he continued on his hunt. Geralt noted the unnatural stillness in the air as he walked. He heard no birds or little critters scurrying through the brush. There were no distant sounds of farmhands, not even a breeze of wind to stir the leaves. A familiar twinge in his gut had him ill at ease, he wasn't the only predator afoot.

He must have walked a quarter-mile when he did finally hear it. It was low and shrill like an out of tune string on a lute. A song. Someone was singing. His twinge turned into a solid sinking instinct as he had a good assumption of what he was about to discover. His hand twitched for his sword as he dimly realized he had not brought the silver one with him. He had anticipated a human threat, not a monster. Geralt knew he had a choice to make – he could continue on and have his assumptions proven correct, but be ill-equipped to deal with the threat or he could head back and return later to a threat that had potentially disappeared.

Sighing quietly, he drew his sword and bent to pull a small silver dagger from his boot. It wasn't much, but it would have to do. He skirted to the edge of the path as he moved like a stalking cat around the bend. His golden eyes missed nothing as he took in the dilapidated ruins of an old manor. Past the tumbled walls he could make out the form of a woman. Her singing was louder now as she hunched over the rotted form of the missing fleder. A bruxa.

He watched for a moment as the bruxa continued to sing. Her head tilted back enough that he could see what appeared to be tears streaming down her cheeks as she caressed the festered corpse. Geralt frowned in confusion.

Had the bruxa made the fleders? Was that even possible?

It wasn't unheard of for bruxae to hunt in packs, but he had never known a bruxa to bother with a fleder. The creatures were usually too stupid and wild to be of notice to the high order vampires.

A low grumbling sounded behind him and Geralt stiffened. It seemed fate had taken his choice from his hand. He whipped around to see a very alive, very hungry looking fleder. The commotion had garnered the attention of the bruxa and her song turned into a screeching cry.

"Fuck." Geralt muttered.

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So, just did the double rewatch I planned to do those last couple of days. The Blacklist Season 2, 13-14. And there comes the thought which was unformulated for some time.

This is a post for those of us The Blacklist fans who like /or even love/ Elizabeth Keen aka Masha Reddington-Rostova. Definitely not for those who dislike her.

You see, friends, The Blacklist as a show has a certain way of going forth - each episode /with some exeptions/ has a plot round a Blacklister, and there is a second /or in fact the first/ route forward - the ever evolving relationship between Red and Liz.

Yes, that route has a certain taste of curcling - "we are not a team" - "I back your back" - "I hate it but I love you", and then back again to the point of "we are not a team" with some detailed differences. And so running for seven seasons.

BUT - that is the curcling route from a character POV of Liz Keen. For Red that relationship is far more stable, permanent, even when Red is betrayed, hurt, pushed away, even when it seems unforgivable - what Liz has done - eventually it is forgiven. For it is exactly how it is - Red would always put Liz' interests/safety/comfort/life above his own, AND he would never wish to allow her to risk her life, especially not for him, BECAUSE HE IS THE PARENT, IT IS HIS DUTY AND HIS PRINCIPLE.

After the episode 4, Gaia, in Season 4, Red stops calling Liz Lizzy, and many fans (especially after the Season 7 finale) decided that that was because he did not forgive her for staging her death. I shall be bold enough to state that they are wrong. He did not forgive Kaplan (although he eventually regreted trying to kill her), but with Elizabeth it was all so much more simple. He understood her. Understood that she was trying to give Agnes a normal life. He himself did so much to protect Liz that he would naturally understand that what Liz did and why. Then he stopped calling her Lizzy - why? I believe that was because in his eyes she was not a baby anymore, although she is always his child. She grew up emotionally, having responsability for someone who fully depends on her; she made a faulty move, but one Red would understand for he too staged death once to protect his child - Katarina faked her own death, then became Red, who is Masha's biological Father. Elizabeth grew up, there was no longer need for Lizzy as a way of calling her.

From the very beginning of the show the way Red and Liz interact has been established - he never gives her clearcut simple answers, he always just leads her to the truth, either when it concernes the individual blacklister, or her own past, and his secrets. That is, their interaction, apart from unconditional love on his part, is a training as in Master-Apprentice relationship. The truth must be earned, and the path to it is full of stones one should not leave unturned.

In this situation Liz is the one whose path forward is thornier. She simply is at a certain disadvantage. She did not ask to have Tom planted into her life. She did not know, and in a way still doesn't know for sure why Red came into her life and who he is to her. And for her that is actually the most important thing apart from his actions which bespeak of his love for her. But what she needs is to know the reason for that affection and devotion of his to her, to let go of any doubt. That is what she had for a while in Season 5, when she accepted the fact he is her Father. When she thought he was Ilya and thought she knew his motives, of love, for Katarina and herself - with acceptance came an easier way of interaction. But now - she doesn't know what are Red's reasons, motives, who he is to her, so she temporarily sides with Fakerina - to avenge living not knowing the truth? No! To get to the truth, using all the skills and methodes she learned from the Master. But - she is an Apprentice, she still is in the process of learning. And the Master did not show her all the tricks.

Liz needs this stage of rebellious stand-in with her darker side to get to the truth of Fakerina's identity, answers to some questions, but most importantly, she has to test her own resolve in how deep she is ready to descend into the abyss... for words are words but the actions are entirely different aspect of the case.

I do state it - if Liz will be faced again with the peril of loosing Red permanently, she will not go through with it. Because she loves him even she loudly states the contrary. And that for me is the lure of Season's 8 mistery - what will trigger Liz again to strighten her own priorities. Which are right now two people - her Daughter Agnes and her Parent Red. What she needs to get to Redarina is simple - a peril to them all which will force her to think clearly and put all the pieces of the puzzle together.

And I love Elizabeth and emphasize with her for that - forever chasing the Truth, having leads but never just simple answers on a plate. She is smart, she will get there, hopefully in time... to save people she loves and herself, her own personality and her own integrity, she almost lost when Tom died, but didn't.

Red loves Liz, I love Liz. Because how could I not love her, if he loves her so much!

#The Blacklist #Rewatch #Parallels #Redarina #Liz Keen #Post mostly about Liz #Keen2 #KateKaplan #A troubled relationship #Parent and Child #Master and Apprentice #two paths ahead #Waiting for Season 8

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can you write more shuake in which goro self-loathes due to what he did to akira and the phantom thieves and also because he believes he doesn't deserve akira's affection at all? but of course akira always proves him wrong :3 thank you, i love your writing!

Well guys, the feels train never stops on this ride to Shuake Land -- its time for me to try and make you guys hurt again!

Okay so this one KINNNNDA may have gone from ‘drabble’ to actual fic since it clocked out at a little under 3k letters, so I’m sorry to anyone looking for a drabble or to anyone who feels cheated because I overwrote this one. I’m bad at this drabble request thing, hahaha. But I mean, like, guys, we gotta keep the Shuake Feels Train going.

So WITHOUT FURTHER ADO....

He had survived.

It had taken all he had to drag himself out of that decadent wasteland of a ship with a bullet lodged in his shoulder, but Goro Akechi had survived. Granted he wasn’t sure what happened from there—being in reality with a bullet in your shoulder and no power from a Persona to keep you standing upwards had been an immediate blow once he found himself outside the Diet Building. All he could do was swear at himself as his knees buckled under him, gasps of distress and confusion coming from around him as his face went to meet with pavement.

In the blur of pain and half-consciousness, he could’ve sworn he saw black hair and a Shujin uniform watching him as he fell. He could’ve sworn he saw thick glasses staring mercilessly at him as he lay in his own blood with a crowd of people clamoring around him and frantically dialing for the police. It almost made him smile as he faded out. The idea of Akira being there was somewhat soothing.

But it was a bitter salve.

He realized this quickly as he woke up in a hospital bed to find he had been a four month long coma. Doctors clamored wildly at the sheer fact that Akechi had woken up – he could catch enthused offhanded statements about how they hadn’t been able to single out the cause of the coma despite fixing his wound, that they hadn’t been sure if he would wake up, that they had done a great job despite having done nothing but pull the bullet out of his shoulder and lay him in a bed for days on end.

His hand ghosted across the stitches marring his pale flesh. It was a loud and noticeable wound and he could halfway hear the doctor telling him that it was guaranteed to scar. The man’s words were laden with unasked questions of how the teen had gotten a bullet wound in the first place, and the looming presence of the matter of paying for month upon month of hospital care for his coma. As if Akechi had even asked for these people to try and save him. As if he wanted to be here.

As if he hadn’t just wanted them to leave him to bleed out in the road, or at least die before he got to the hospital. There was no poetic justice in this, he thought, nothing he had sacrificed to make up for the horrible things he had done. And now all he could do was live with those things for the rest of his life. He could just distantly watch the development of the past few months on a small TV provided to him.

Apparently they had been eventful.

Shido had collapsed, resigned, and went into hiding after performing a public apology—Akechi’s own name was mentioned once or twice but at this point he didn’t really care anymore. It had been publically known that it was the work of the Phantom Thieves, shown by reel after reel of footage of a country-wide television hijacking they had used for the calling card. He had to admire the method; the Thieves hadn’t shared it with him and in the back of his mind he was always wondering how they would get a calling card to someone who could so easily squash it. Apparently, probably with the help of the young hacker girl, they had managed it so that Shido could not possibly escape from his time of judgment.

They had made the public remember. And Akechi sat here, forgotten. For once he appreciated it—everything he had ever believed, that innate nagging feeling that he wasn’t worth the affection of the adoring masses, had been confirmed. Their eyes had been opened and in a way his had too. But while their reaction was rightful indignation and fear to that which could destroy them, Akechi could only feel an empty acceptance towards his wheel spinning in the mud as he faded back into nothing in the minds of others. In the minds of the Phantom Thieves.

In the mind of Kurusu.

A sudden, sharp pain gripped Akechi’s heart, the first real feeling he had encountered since waking up from his coma. Akira Kurusu, the Joker, the leader, the teenager who had risen from his ashes like a phoenix to guide his group towards truth. Like the last flickering street light at midnight, with all the people he met like the moths innately drawn to that flickering light covered with soot but never dying out. Akechi had lost against that flickering light; everything he had believed had been burnt out by Akira’s resolve and genuine empathy.

And once it had all burnt away from him, Akechi could only be left with the one truth he still held: his genuine affection towards the leader of the Phantom Thieves. That buried and suppressed understanding that everything Akira had displayed to him was real. The reality that the other teen had cared furiously about him, and after all the trust he had placed in Akechi’s words, the brunette had still turned around to shoot him in the back. And even then, after all of that, Akira still held his hand out earnestly to the disgraced detective, compelling him to come back to the Thieves.

Akechi lurched forward at the thought, grabbing the emesis basis at his side as he dry heaved. Tears prickled at his eyes, running into the watery vomit, all bleeding together. Akira Kurusu and his affection. The boy had so much affection, so much caring, so much LOVE in his heart for someone who the world had functionally turned around and kicked out of their respects. There was a genuine feeling to every bit of affection that Akira gave to every single person, and it was hard to avoid the care that he had in his slate gray eyes as he listened to the concerns and opinions of each person around him. He was never gone away from them, spiting them in the back; he was always there for them, loving them. Loving him.

Akechi coughed on the last bit of spit filled vomit, laying back in frustration. The affection he held for Akira Kurusu wasn’t something he could deny anymore, and in a way he couldn’t help but feel that it was so much better he realized it now instead of earlier. If he had realized it earlier, he contemplated, then he might have acted on it and won the favors and purest affections of someone who deserved so much better than to have to deal with him. It was better this way because Kurusu would never have to deal with the feelings of someone as corrupt as him. He could find affections in someone who was good enough for him.

Or someone who hasn’t functionally killed him. Akechi laughed bitterly to himself. His thoughts were interrupted by knuckles rapping lightly on the door; his hair spun lightly when he looked up cautiously. Brown eyes widened as he recognized the woman at the door—blonde hair so light it almost seemed white, dark and sharp eyes, pursed red lips, and eyebrows forever furled into an expression of irritation or anger. The immaculately groomed, impeccably stubborn Sae Niijima.

“Akechi.” She said, tone clipped.

“….Ms. Niijima.” He replied, not able to bring himself to use his first name. He could see her eyebrow quirk at this but she didn’t point it out. She only closed her eyes in frustration. The prosecutor had come by several times since Akechi had awakened but her quick temper hadn’t faired well against his half hearted current nature. Half the time she left agitated, while the other half she left flat out irritated. He didn’t care. Sae Niijima was just another person who had gotten dragged into his selfishness and he didn’t want to see any of those people anymore. The more she went away the better.

“…You stubborn child.” She muttered under her breath. He didn’t pay her any mind, just looking back down to the emesis pan. “I shouldn’t be doing any of this, but…you have been granted a special visitor. I granted you a special visitor, specifically.”

Akechi looked up at this; the hospital had been very keen on keeping Akechi in isolation at the hospital after the news had apparently gotten out that he was Shido’s son. The combination of enraged members of the public alongside his old and devoted fans would’ve been enough to drive a man to suicide, or at least that was the hospital’s theory. So they closed visiting to everyone besides government officials and family. It basically meant only Sae Niijima had been willing and able to come visit. For someone to be allowed in, they would’ve had to come through her.

And as the guest walked in, Akechi knew exactly why the prosecutor had done it.

“I’ll leave you to talk.” Sae said, her tone almost hesitant and she strode past Kurusu into the hallway. The clack of her heels disappeared into the fray of the hospital. Akechi had zoned them out already anyways, his ears filled with a deafening silence as Akira closed the door behind him. Even the old news tapes playing on the old television were completely out of his perception—it wasn’t until Akira clicked the set off with the remote at Akechi’s side that the brunette realized it had even still been on.

Silence reigned over the pair for a moment. Akira sat in a wooden chair across from the detective, legs splayed out and elbows balanced on his knees. His hands clasped together in front of his mouth as he studied every feature of Akechi’s shocked face—as if he was seeing something important, but was afraid he wouldn’t be able to ever see it again. The detective had no answers to break the stare they shared, only the returning feeling of hot bile in his throat.

“Goro.”

He blinked rapidly, his name bringing him back to attention. “A-Akira?”

“Yes.”

“What are you…”

“I’ve been working against this hospital for a few weeks now to get in for a visiting session.” Akira replied easily, as if he read the other’s mind. Because of course he had. Akechi flushed a slight pink and directed his eyes away from the teen and his stupid messy hair, stupid askew glasses, stupidly knowledgable and calculating and kind gray eyes. “Goro, don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?” Akechi replied through grit teeth. What was this boy here to do? To rub it in? He hadn’t taken Akira as that sort of person. The back of his mind reminded him, almost childishly, that he had been offered to join the Phantom Thieves again when he had betrayed them—but it had all been fanciful talk. They hadn’t ever meant any of it.

You’re so much of a liar that you can’t even admit the truth to yourself. His mind taunted him. You know that Joker meant exactly what he said and does exactly what he intends. Sae is right….you stubborn child.

“Sae explained to me. What’s been going on, I mean. We all knew you woke up…it was all over the news. But…” Akira paused, as if considering his options. “…she told Makoto and myself recently about her visits with you. That you’ve been rejecting anything she has to say. That you’ve been progressing into a further depression the longer you stay here.”

“Oh, is that what she told you and your little girlfriend?” Akechi snapped nastily; Akira’s eyebrows rose a bit and immediately a pang of guilt hit the detective’s stomach. That had not been the right thing to say…and it had told Akira too much. Well, if he knew a little, he might as well get the full brunt. “Get out. Go back to your little group. I don’t need—”

“Is that what you think?” Akira immediately interrupted him. Akechi fumed; he could tell his face was growing redder and redder but he couldn’t help it. It was so many months worth of frustration finally unleashing itself somewhere. “Goro. I know I can’t make you want to feel needed by us…by me. But if it means anything, then I can tell you what is actually real.”

“…And what’s actually real, Joker?” Akechi said, admonishing himself for how soft and inquiring his voice came out. Like a child being told a fairytale asking if the prince saved the princess.

“You don’t have to feel needed by me. But I need you.” Akira’s tone was so genuine, so sharp, so brutally honest that it took the detective back. “You’re angry right now and I get that, but Goro…when Sae came back to Makoto saying that you had been found, I was overjoyed. You don’t have to believe me but I was. And I felt like all that joy was gone when I realized that you were still gone, that you had slipped out of our grasp and into a coma. I hated it. So I spent those long months thinking and thinking to myself.”

“A….about?”

“Why. And when you woke up, I figured it out.” Akechi knew what was coming; he hated it. He didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t DESERVE it. He wanted to clasp his hands over his ears and scream so he didn’t have to hear it. “Goro, I—”

“STOP. Just stop, for Christ’s sake, Akira, stop.” Goro slammed his hands against his lap, bowing forward towards the fists in front of him. He couldn’t bring himself to look the black haired youth in the face. “I know what you’re trying to say but you CAN’T. You just can’t. I won’t…I DON’T….I killed you, I tried to kill you again, I tried to kill all your friends. You CAN’T.”

“But I do.” Akira was quick to pick up the new train of thought. His voice had lowered to a tone unfamiliar to the detective, a soft and reassuring tone.

“No. Don’t. If I say please like those kids you hang out with, will you not? Will you NOT give all that affection to someone who doesn’t…who doesn’t…” Akechi coughed a bit, unable to force himself to say what he meant, hands itching for the emesis pan so he could let out all the nausea building in his stomach. Looking at the spit covered vomit would be better than having to deal with—

“Don’t act like you don’t deserve affection.”

Akechi stopped, finally looking up to the teen with incredulous eyes; he was met with the most sincere expression he had ever seen. No smile, no frown, no anger, just a flat expression that screamed Akira’s sincere honesty. The brunette sat up and bunched into the corner like a wounded animal trying to escape a fox—except really, he realized, Akira was no such predator. His affections were genuine, as genuine as his own, despite everything he had done…

A hand weaved through his chestnut brown hair. “You deserve it just as much as other people. I’ll be the one to decide how much I can take from the people I love. If people don’t like it then I don’t care. If you need to shoot me five or six more times to make it better than I don’t care. I’ll survive every bullet and come right back for more. Because I’m not going to let you chew off your own leg to get away from the fact that people can love and care you.”

“Why…” Akechi choked out, hands balling up in the thin fabric of the hospital blanket. “Why? Why are you…why?”

“Because I care about you. Because I LOVE you.” Akira said matter-a-factly. And there it was, he had finally said it, finally it hung in the air like an unopened letter. “You don’t have to love me back, Goro. I’m not asking for that. I just want to help you. I just want to be there for you.”

Be there for him. No one had ever BEEN THERE for Goro Akechi. He had always been there for others, to be used, to be a tool in everyone’s game, to be the thorn in their side by the simple merit of existence. No one had ever wanted him there just by the merit of that he was HIM. The shock took a moment to pass through his system as he processed everything that the other boy was saying, barely listening as Akira rattled on about how Akechi didn’t even have to remember that he had said anything about loving him and—

“I don’t want to forget.” Akechi murmured, hands playing across each other. Akira looked at him questioningly; the detective couldn’t find the strength to look at Akira with his red face and hopeful eyes. “I don’t want to forget you…said that. I want to…say it too. Because I do, too. But, I…”

The hand in his hair carded downwards to the detective’s shoulder to squeeze it reassuringly. Akechi looked up carefully to the slight smile on the other boy’s face, the surprising pink tint peppering underneath the thick rims of his glasses.

“You can say whatever you want when you find the words. I’m just glad.”

I’m glad I can be here for you, and that you’ll let me.

#Persona 5 #Akeshu #Shuake #Akira Kusuru #Goro Akechi #Kusuru Akira #Akechi Goro #KEEP THE FEELS TRAIN COMING #WE CAN MAKE IT SADDER U GUISE #'drabble' request #Anonymous

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years

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Nancy & Rio

Nancy: Not to be weird, because I obviously don't mind if so, but are you wearing my clothes in your latest insta pics or have I lost my mind? Rio: Oh my God, sorry! Shoulda said before putting that up Rio: casual single white female situation Rio: I was in London and I had to stop by yours to avoid a real walk of shame... whole 'nother story, assumed it'd be alright 'cos you know, you weren't using 'em? Shipped back fully dry cleaned, swear down Rio: Not to drop him in it but shamelessly will, Buster said it'd probably be alright too lol Nancy: Well we have the brunette and redhead thing going on, already. Just don't murder me like Nancy: It's more than okay. They look great on you and they are just sitting there Nancy: Keep them if you want Nancy: I'd rather you than one of Buster's 'guests' Nancy: Did you talk to him? Rio: Last time I check, no feelings of murderous jealousy towards you Rio: Even if you do have a killer clothes collection Rio: You're too sweet! I'm nowhere near statuesque enough to rock it for serious but it was fun playing dressup, not gonna lie Rio: A little bit, yeah, as much as you can with him Rio: Has he reached out to you yet? Nancy: We should go shopping then. I'm not flooded with other offers or compliments right now Nancy: He did try but I didn't answer the call. I didn't know what to say, you know Nancy: Do I want to know what he said about me, if anything? Rio: Absolutely, always up for a style update Rio: and I promise to stay away for the red box dye Rio: Rihanna 2010 I ain't Rio: That's fair, I remember he mentioned that too Rio: He said a lot of things, some of 'em stupid which don't bear repeating but I could tell he was worried about you, checking you were okay, like Nancy: Oh god Nancy: I should've answered I just couldn't Nancy: I've already broken my own heart there's no handling if he decided to do it for me too Nancy: It was like I already hear what he was going to say Rio: No one is judgding you for not Rio: He's been guility of being unavailable for less Rio: You're more than entitled to take your time with this Rio: Let him cool down too, I put him right where I could but Rio: He's stubborn Nancy: And he thinks I'm as cringey as everyone at school does, right? Nancy: I knew it Nancy: I can't blame him really Rio: But that's nothing you don't know, you feel the embarrassment, I don't get why people think they're being clever pointing out as if its not your first hand experience Rio: He asked if you were coming back Rio: which he clearly wants, even if he's not gonna outright say that Nancy: I thought he might be on my side since he always goes after what he wants Nancy: Maybe he is though, if he does want me home Rio: Yeah, there's definitely hypocrisy otherwise Rio: I'm not gonna commit him to either side from a conversation relayed but I don't think talking to him soon will make it any worse Rio: Hoping he said all the dumb shit he needed to me instead, like Nancy: Was he such a prick to you? I'm sorry Nancy: I can't go back until those girls are far away at uni Nancy: Do you think we could convince him to come here? Team effort to get a visit? Rio: Not all bad Rio: and nothing I can't handle Rio: Yeah, reckon I might've met some of them last night Rio: and I feel you Rio: Worth a shot, I threw it out there that maybe if he came it'd make your 'rents coming less of a shitshow Rio: try and hold him to it Nancy: The ringleader is Chloe, with an accent over the e. You'd remember her if you did Nancy: It wouldn't surprise me if she was still hanging around him and his friends, she always did fancy him Nancy: Okay. I'll try Rio: Oh my God, her?! Rio: If she gave me daggers any harder I woulda been bleeding Rio: Such an unlikely candidate, no offence Chlo hun but total Rio: always the girls with the least going for them, honestly Nancy: That's her specialty Nancy: What's it say about me that I used to think we were actually friends once Rio: She looks like she can play nice when she wants to Rio: with your Brother, like you said Rio: Ugh Nancy: Yeah. She didn't want to play nice after I came out but she did a convincing enough job before Rio: Bet she thought you were in love with her and everything? Rio: What a cliche mean girl Nancy: Oh she went one better and told everyone I made a move of her, which even I wouldn't Rio: Oh, don't flatter yourself Rio: What a cow! Yeah, she's not changed at all then, obviously I avoided her best I could but she was way too happy about my drama Nancy: Like I know what I did with Sian was bad but Nancy: Please, I do have some standards Nancy: What happened with you? I didn't even ask. What a cow I am Rio: Yeah, she's not a catch, whatever way you're swinging, sorry to be a bitch but you were first gurl and that's always gonna be a turn-off Rio: Oh nah, nothing major, well, it was very dramatic but over it whilst it was happening so I'm not bothered Rio: Curtis went with me and then decided to get all huffy and try and make me leave early 'cos I was 'dancing too sexy' or whatever Rio: when I wouldn't he literally left me there, considering he drove us over, he had the hotel key Rio: Cue mad rush trying to find a place to crash and a way back Rio: Safe to say he's chucked Nancy: Oh my god! There's no words for how out of order that is. What an utter prick! Nancy: Buster better have offered you my bed Nancy: I'll kill him if he never Rio: Oh yeah, he did Rio: Offered to pay the way back but I thought that was too far Rio: Between taking your bed and clothes, like, need to at least try and sort half of it myself, like! Nancy: At least he's not a total prick himself ALL the time Nancy: Remembering some of how he was raised now Nancy: Are you in London rn still? Rio: Yeah, I'd say we can give him that Rio: Will go to his head but what you gonna do Rio: I am Rio: Toying with staying for a bit but I'll defs get in more shit for doing that for going with Curtis in the first place so Rio: Should probs get the soonest flight back now Nancy: My bed and wardrobe are yours if you are staying Nancy: Did you see my mum and dad? Nancy: While we're mentioning being in lots of shit, like Rio: I appreciate it, Nance Rio: I did my best to avoid then, and succeeded, thankfully, not really the vibe I'm looking to give out to the olders like Rio: Buster didn't seem keen to talk to them either, so they may very well be on the warpath towards Dubo and you...Soz to confirm Nancy: Care to teach me some of your ways before they end my life? I'd REALLY appreciate it tbh Nancy: Fantastic. That sounds accurate Rio: Umm, get them drunk and they'll be sleeping as you sneak about like Anne Frank? Rio: ORRRRR, whilst they're mid-air, come back to London, ha Nancy: Get mum REALLY angry Nancy: Nice subtle nod to my gayness with the Anne Frank ref though Nancy: And you're definitely onto something with getting dad a drink Rio: Say you're coming to rescue me, I can be FAR more dramatic about this breakup than I'm really feeling Rio: edge of fucking tower bridge like Rio: of course, all bisexuals are upheld in the highest esteem in my household Rio: especially brave little jewish girls Nancy: Good plan, if I can be this dramatic about a non-break up then we can make this believable I'm sure Nancy: Take the heroics from my brother too, always great Nancy: I see the bed and clothes gesture and I raise you Rio: Everyone loves a bit of sibling rivalry put to use Rio: get us both off the hook in one fell swoop Rio: Only flaw in the plan is Chloe with the accent Rio: Going to have to work on that so she's outta the way by the time you get here Nancy: I'd suggest taking her to the bridge and pushing her off but I don't need to go to prison Rio: If you thought the gay jokes were bad now Nancy: Exactly Nancy: And nobody needs a rebound that badly, least of all me Rio: They say some people go to Prison for the roof over their head and three meals a day Rio: wonder if anyone has ever gone in purely for the pussay Nancy: As a vegetarian I feel I'd have to Nancy: If only casual sex was my thing. Wouldn't have got here Rio: Yeah, it ain't for everyone Rio: at least you didn't get to fuck her, THEN catch feelings Rio: that'd be even shittier like and what happens to so many girls in our year when they do the 'casual' thing Rio: no wonder they're being salty little bitches about it Nancy: But that way it wouldn't have been all in my head Nancy: Maybe they have a point, I don't know Rio: It wouldn't make this bit any easier Rio: the actual heartbreak shit Rio: the people being cunts, less so Rio: but they'll find any reason, someone else will be the target next week, like Nancy: I know you're right Nancy: And I don't want her life ruined so Rio: Yeah, but you gotta think about you and your life too Rio: She's fine Nancy: Don't rub it in, please Nancy: I feel like my life's over Rio: I know sweets Rio: but it ain't Rio: you'll just keep going Nancy: I know I will, but I don't want to. Like I know she couldn't love me but I still want her too Nancy: It hurts Rio: Its going to Rio: for a while yet Rio: revel in it Rio: how unfair it feels Rio: 'cos its not a sexuality thing, if you were straight or she was gay or whatever the fuck, when you feel like you love someone and they just don't back Rio: that's gonna hurt regardless of the how you got there Rio: its not just because she was a teacher, everyone's been there, like Rio: Promise Nancy: I wish everyone saw this how you do Nancy: You're the best Nancy: June too but he doesn't get this bit yet Nancy: Though he can appreciate the wonders this will do for my art Rio: Gotta suffer, might as well get paid for it Rio: or A's Rio: at the very least Rio: I don't know, Junior is so guarded, I wonder if he ever will, not that I wish that bit on him but you've gotta go through it so its better to get it over with really Nancy: Especially because my Irish grades are gonna take a dive Nancy: I think he will Nancy: He just needs the right one to fall for Nancy: I appreciate how that sounds coming from me rn but Rio: Oh the awkwardness of that first lesson back is gonna be Rio: I'll deffo come Home by then Rio: I hope so, I know he's not happy hiding who he is, so I don't think he's content being alone forever, like, either Nancy: Oh god please do. I'll need all the help I can get Nancy: He won't be. He's a catch. I keep telling him Rio: Pretty sure push it any harder and I'm being dragged back by my hair lmao Rio: Totally, he just needs to get a lil confidence Rio: Not a complete personality change but just enough to give him that push Nancy: We're working on it Rio: Yay! Shame we can't be real speedy about it, get him getting a man to distract all the attention from you like Nancy: That's okay I wouldn't wish it on him Nancy: I can handle it. Sort of Rio: Yeah you can Rio: You've got this Nancy: So our brother keeps saying. But he makes it we because he's everything Nancy: *your Rio: Y'all are cuties Nancy: If you could use your influence on my brother to make him bearable I'll be your best friend Rio: I definitely cannot make promises there Rio: He goes out of his way to be un Rio: but he's alright really, I think lol Nancy: I'll have to take your word on that Nancy: Until I talk to him myself Rio: Let me know how it all works out like Nancy: Definitely

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