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drudyslut · 4 months

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— summary: you attend a party that Rafe invites you to and things take a bad turn but Rafe is there to help you.

— pairing: football star!rafe cameron x cheerleader!reader

— warnings: alcohol consumption, sloppy drunk!reader, rafe takes care of you, mentions of sexual harassment (not from rafe), almost smut but it doesn’t get that far.

part one

It was Saturday night, and you were sitting in front of your mirror getting ready for the party Rafe had invited you to.

“And you’re sure about this? I mean.. I thought you didn’t like him?” Your roommate, Jessica, says. She’s sat on your bed, legs crossed as she watches you intently.

“I don’t like him, but he seems nice enough, and it’s our first college party! It should be fun, yeah?”

Jessica just nods her head slowly, still unsure but ultimately agreeing, “Okay. Okay fine! But any signs of trouble we’re out of there right?”

You look up at her through your mirror, giving a small smile, “Yes, we’ll leave at the first sign of trouble, but he said it’s nothing crazy, so it should be fine”

“Nothing crazy huh?” Jessica says, a frown on her face when the two of you pull up to the house.

There were people everyone, crowding the front yard all the way into the house. The sound of music blaring from inside filled your ears, and you started to second guess the entire idea.

You quickly grab your phone from the cup holder in your car, pulling up Rafe’s contact and sending him a text to let him know you were here. Hopefully he’d see it and come rushing to your side, not that you needed him, but it’d be nice to at least know one other person here.

Your phone vibrates, signaling a response from Rafe and you quickly open it.

Cameron: Hey! I’ll be right out there

You sigh, locking your phone and turning the key, shutting your engine off. You quickly open your door, stepping out into the chilly fall air and inhaling deeply.

Jessica rounds the car, standing beside you and wrapping her arms around herself as the two of you wait on Rafe to make his appearance. You glance around the yard, taking in all the drunk college students. You feel yourself begin to get slightly nervous but before you have any time to dwell on it, Rafe’s voice makes you snap your head in his direction.

“Hey! You made it!” He says, a wide grin on his face as he slings an arm around your shoulders.

You give him a small smile, “Yeah, I- I thought you said this wasn’t going to be anything big?”

He chuckles, letting his head roll to the side with the cutest little apologetic expression you’d ever seen, “Yeaaaah, sorry bout this, Brax went a little overboard with inviting people. He’s twenty-one today, so he decided we needed a shit ton of people in our house”

You snap your head in his direction, narrowing your eyes at him, “Y-Your house?” You ask, unsure why it was so surprising to you that he lived off campus.

“Yeah, me and a few of the guys from the team live here” He responds with a smile.

You open your mouth to speak, but Jessica clearing her throat makes you close it quickly. You’d completely forgotten she was there.

“Oh shit, Rafe, this is my roommate, Jessica”

Jessica gives her best fake smile, holding her hand out for him to take. He removes his arm from your shoulders, firmly grasping her hand and shaking it, “Nice to meet you” He says softly, “So, should we go inside?”

You smile up at him, his blue eyes sparkling as he stares down at you, “Yeah, lead the way!”

Rafe nods, turning on his heel to make his way inside the house. You move to follow him but are quickly stopped by Jess grabbing your wrist, “Y/N, i’m not sure about this”

“It’ll be fine, Jess! Stop worrying so much”

Jessica scoffs, “For someone who ‘doesn’t like him’ you sure are trying really hard to be around him. I mean, c’mon, this party isn’t you”

You roll your eyes at her, annoyed that she was trying to control you, or whatever it was she was doing, “Jess, stop! I don’t like him, he’s just a friend! Now are you coming or not?”

She lets your wrist go, looking behind you and staring at Rafe who was stood on the stairs, watching the interaction unfold, a concerned look on his face.

“I- Whatever. Lets go, your boy toy is waiting”

You roll your eyes at her and quickly turn on your heels, rushing to Rafe’s side again. He holds his hand out for you, which you gladly take and let him pull you inside.

The house was filled with people, hot bodies crowding the length of the living room, girls and guys drunkenly dancing around the room. Rafe pulls you into the kitchen, Jessica following closely behind.

“So what’re you ladies drinking?”

You release his hand, taking a step toward the counter and grabbing a bottle of vodka. Rafe laughs lightly, “Going straight into it, I like it”

He grabs two shot glasses off the counter and rinses them thoroughly in the sink before sitting them down and grabbing the bottle from your hands. He pours even amounts of the clear liquid into the small glasses and hands you one first before turning to Jess and offering her the second one.

She purses her lips into a thin line, holding her hand up to decline, “No thanks, someone has to get her home tonight”

Rafe chuckles, nodding his head, “I respect it”

He turns to face you again, and you give him a small smile, “I’ll take one with you” He says.

“Okay, one the count of three?”

“One, Two, Three” He counts down, clashing his glass with yours before the two of you down the harsh liquid. You shudder as it goes down, the burn making your stomach do flips, your face turned into a look of disgust.

“Ah fuck, I forgot how bad that shit is”

Rafe can’t contain the laugh he lets out, his arm finding your waist and pulling you into his side. You feel your stomach drop, butterflies erupting from his touch. “You don’t like him, he’s just a friend, it’s just the alcohol hitting you fast, thats all” You say in your head, trying to remind yourself that this was nothing.

“Want something that goes down easier?” Rafe asks, snapping you from your thoughts.

“Nah, let’s do some more shots, I haven’t been drunk in so long, I need to let loose tonight”

You hear Jessica scoff from behind you, but you ignore her. You weren’t going to let her ruin your night, and she wasn’t your mother, you were allowed to have some fun.

“You got it, princess” Rafe says, making your heart skip a beat at the nickname.

He grabs the bottle again, carefully pouring each of you another shot. You both down the liquid quickly, the burn not letting up just yet. Rafe is about to pour you another when a few guys approach the three of you.

“Cameron! We’ve been looking for you. We’ve got ne-” The unknown boy cuts himself off, his eyes traveling the length of your body, causing Rafe to tighten his grip on your waist. “And who is she?”

“This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Josh, Braxton, and Jackson”

You give them a small smile, waving your hand at the three boys in front of you, “Hey, nice to meet you. I’m assuming you’re the birthday boy?” You say, pointing toward Braxton.

He smiles widely, “The one and only. Braxton Underwood, pleasure”

You extend your hand out for him to shake, but he softly grasps your hand and brings it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on the skin and making Rafe shift uncomfortably.

Rafe clears his throat, “Alright, we’ll find you guys later”

The three guys laugh and nod their heads. You watch as they disappear into the crowd of people, the one Rafe introduced as Josh turning and throwing a wink your way before he disappears into the sea of bodies.

“Sorry about them” Rafe says. He removes his arm from around your waist, and turns toward the counter, pouring the two of you another shot and handing you your glass.

The two of you down the shots fast, and you’re starting to feel the effects of the liquor hit you hard, “It’s okay, they were nice!”

Rafe smiles, placing his arm around your waist again and pulling you into his side. You surprisingly find yourself wrapping an arm around him as well and resting your head on his chest.

“You wanna be my partner for beer pong? That’s why they came up to me, i’m supposed to play with Jackson, but i’d rather play with you.. If you’re down”

You lift your head slightly, “Yeah sure. I can’t guarantee i’ll be any good though”

Rafe chuckles, “I’m sure you’ll be great, let’s go”

A few hours pass, and you’re super drunk at this point. You and Rafe had carried the beer pong table for two hours before he got bored and decided he wanted to move on, so the two of you had made your way onto the back porch.

You were sat in his lap, giggling and running your hand through his hair as he rubbed small circles on your thigh. You noticed earlier in the night all the dirty looks you were being given by other girls, but you didn’t care, you were enjoying yourself, and enjoying Rafe’s company.

“I-I have to- to use the restroom” You slur out.

“Want me to help you inside? You’re a little drunk” Rafe asks, a slightly concerned look on his face as he watches you push yourself from his lap and begin stumbling toward the door.

“I-I’m o-okay! I’ll be right b-back”

He nods his head, but his eyes never leave your body as you stumble inside and toward the hallway that leads to the bathroom.

Jackson approaches Rafe when you disappear and plops down onto the chair beside him, “Dude, she’s so fucking sexy”

Rafe rolls his eyes, taking a sip from his beer and nodding his head, “Dude, really?”

“What? She is! You tryna swoop in on that or can some of us try?”

“Was that a serious question, Jax? Obviously i’m into her”

Jackson holds his hands up in defense, “Alright alright, I got it. You might wanna tell that to Josh though, he’s been eyeing her all night”

Rafe snaps his head in his friends direction, eyes narrowed as he tries to take in what he’s just been told, “Josh needs to leave her the fuck alone”

Rafe’s mind begins racing, wondering what was taking you so long inside. He trusted his friends, they wouldn’t ever do anything stupid, would they?

He quickly stands from his spot and begins to make his way inside but a girl grabbing his wrist stops him.

“Where you going Cameron?” She asks, voice low and flirty as she bats her lashes up at him.

Rafe coughs uncomfortably, “Going to check on Y/N”

She rolls her eyes, “Oh. Her. Why are you with her? She’s so… Not the type of girl I see you with”

Rafe pulls himself from the girls grip, shaking his head and walking inside without another word to the girl. He hears her muttering curses under her breath but he doesn’t care, his main concern at the moment was you, and if you were okay.

He slowly makes his way down the small hallway, his head scanning the length of the hall as he searches for you. Once he reaches the bathroom, he softly knocks at the door, “Y/N! You okay?”

He hears a whimper from inside and tries turning the knob, but the door was locked. He jiggles the handle a few more times before knocking harshly, “Y/N! Open the door!”

He hears the low groan of a male and his body tenses, you couldn’t be doing anything with anyone else, could you? You were so drunk there’s no way you’d willingly just do something with anyone right now.

Rafe’s mind automatically goes to the worst, causing him to step back and kick the door in. His body goes tense, his fists balling up at his sides when he sees Josh, someone who was supposed to be his best friend, hands running up your shirt as you’re weakly trying to push him away from you.

“Josh! What the fuck? Get off of her!”

Josh chuckles darkly, pushing himself off of you and facing Rafe, “Calm down, Cameron. She’s fine! Right baby, you’re fine”

You mutter out a weak response, tears falling down your face as Josh just laughs. Rafe takes a long step toward the two of you, gripping Josh by the collar of his shirt and pulling him toward him, “You can either walk the fuck away, or I can kick your ass, your call”

Josh pushes Rafe off of him, an evil look on his face, “Whatever man, she’s never going to want you, just keep that in mind”

Rafe rolls his eyes, watching as Josh dips out of the bathroom. He makes sure he completely disappears before he softly shuts the door and rushes to your side. You had curled into yourself, back pressed against the wall and face buried in your knees as you sobbed.

“Hey, hey. You’re okay” Rafe says softly as he bends his knees and lowers himself. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on your back as he rubbed the length of your back with his fingers.

You flinch under his touch, making him pull back quickly. You lift your head, red, swollen tear filled eyes finding his soft blue ones. You instantly feel calm when you find his eyes, flinging yourself toward him.

He catches you in his arms, letting you wrap your arms tightly around his broad shoulders, face buried in the crook of his neck as you continued to cry silently.

“Th-Thank you! Thank you Rafe”

Rafe pulls you back, his hands laid on your shoulders as he scanned your face, “Hey, don’t thank me, Josh is a prick, and i’m so sorry”

You give him a small, weak smile, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips. You weren’t sure what had come over you, but you wanted to kiss him, wanted to show him how thankful you were for saving you from Josh taking things any further.

You slowly lean your head in, lips brushing his softly, but he pulls back, his blue eyes finding yours again. “You- You’re drunk”

“Not anymore. That was enough to sober me up real quick. Kiss me, please”

Rafe exhales deeply, letting his head fall. You run your fingers through his messy hair, making him lift his head again, “Are you sure?”

“Kiss me, Rafe. I’m sure”

“Fuck it” He breathes out. He leans his head forward, his lips capturing yours softly. The two of you move in sync, small moans falling from your lips when he runs his hands down your sides, fingertips tightly gripping at your sides.

He breaks the kiss, the sounds of both your heavy breathing filling the small room. You look up at him again, resting your hands on his chest. Your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it, “I- Thank you”

He gives you a small smile, “Don’t thank me. I’d do anything for you. Now, you wanna go to sleep? I’ll sleep on the couch once everyone leaves, you can have my bed”

You sigh, “I would, but I don’t want to put you on the couch, and i’m sure Jessica wants me home”

“She left a few hours ago.. She called an Uber. I don’t want you driving home, I promise it’s not a big deal, you can have my bed. Let’s go”

You hesitate but ultimately agree, taking his hand and letting him lead you to the end of the hall and into his room.

“This is all I really have for you to sleep in, hope that’s okay? I just don’t think you want to sleep in jeans…”

He tosses you an oversized T-Shirt which you gladly take. You undo the button on your jeans, making Rafe’s face turn red as he quickly turns his body so his back was facing you.

You giggle, stripping your jeans and cropped top from your body and sliding his shirt over your body, “You can turn around”

He quickly turns, a wide smile on his face when he sees you, “You look better in that than I do”

He takes two long strides toward you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you into his body. You let out a squeal when you feel his hands dig into your sides, lifting yourself on your toes, lips brushing against his again, “I’m sure that’s not true”

Rafe dips his head down, placing a soft and sensual kiss to your lips. You chase his lips, but he removes his hands from your waist and steps backward, “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

He turns to walk out of his room but you stop him, “Can you- Can you stay with me tonight? Please?”

He smiles, turning back to face you and pulling his shirt over his head, “I thought you’d never ask”

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ratcash-wasgud · 3 months

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ℕ𝕖𝕜𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕀𝕀.

When Ringo arrives back from the town, he finds Mizu curnsing under her breath and slashing trees in half.

"Master! What's the matter? And where is-" He looks around, rubbing his nibs together nervously.

"Oh, the stray cat is gone. But she left me with everything I need." Lies. She needed you too. "I'm gonna get going tomorrow." She sneers. She now has two goals. Slaying the white men, and showing you your place. You can't just leave like that after she has been so vulnerable with you! Ungrateful little bitch. Mizu is seething. She knows it probably ment nothing to you. It was just a slip up for Mizu too, she just got lost in the moment. It's just that she haven't felt human touch for years now, and you looked so pretty panting, and out of breath, looking at her in suuuch a cocky way with her blade to your throat... Oh, she'll show you.

She'll defeat you, have you at her feet, then beg her to spare you, crawling back to her lap, like a good little domestic kitten would. Yeah. Then she'll let you play with Fowler's head. She'll fucking show you.

She leaves Ringo at an inn, and she follows your instructions to find Fowler's castle. She gets through the tunnel, and starts slashing soldiers left and right. The traps are fucking cruel though and she ends up with a stick through her foot. She gets through everything, even drug monkeys, undead prisoners, and a whole ass giant. In the end though, she is met with...Taigen. Bloody, barely alive, tied to a chair in the middle of a room. She rushes to his side, hurrying to untie him. "Taigen-"

"Mizu..." Taigen croacks out, his eyes fluttering open. "N-no, run it's a-"

"Trap?" She hears a familiar voice from behind her as the door shuts. She turns around, her eyes meet yours in a glare. "Look who the cat dragged in!" She grin into her face. "Glad you could make it." You say, your eyes dripping with that fucking sly mischief.

"Wouldn't miss it." Mizu basically barks at you. "So you did come back to that dickhead? Pathetic." She says, holding up her makeshift sword she got from one of the soldiers.

You shrug, as you spin your gun on your finger. "Hey, what's home's home." You say and shoot her a shiteating grin.

"I pity you if this is home for you." Mizu says right back, glaring through your soul, as if you even have one.

"Ey, atleast I have one." You say, and quickly fire at her, the bullet shooting right next to her head, biting through a single strand of hair.

Mizu reacts quickly, attacking you withouth hesitation. You dodge, making her weaping slice through the wall. You turn, grabbing her wrist for a second, pushing her against the wall, and slamming her head against it. But the determined bitch she is, Mizu ignores the pain, and heabutts you in response. You two keep being at eachother's throats with Taigen barely not passing out in the chair, until Mizu overpowers you, and pins you down, with her sword at your throat.

"What a familiar situation." You grin at her, and she pushes her blade into your collarbone, drawing blood.

"Drop the fucking act already." Mizu barks into your face. "Just tell me which room he's in and I'll spare you."

You scoff. "Yeah, turns out, I kinda don't want you to kill him." You pout, as if it's a light thing. It makes Mizu's blood boil. "I kinda need him for like...a couple weeks more until he kills the shogun." You shrug. Lies, by the way. You don't give a fuck if when he dies, or if the shogun dies, you just don't want her to attemp to murder him.

Why? Simple. He'll kill her, you're sure.

"You don't have a choice." Mizu says, her eyes cold, but insides she's burning with rage. Was this all a damn game to you? Was she a joke? Was her moaning under you, moaning with you meant fucking nothing?

"Yeaaaah," Suddenly she feels the familiar cold of your gun, She turns her head, and see it pointed at Taigen's unmoving form. "I kinda do." You say, your eyes narrowing.

That's the moment Mizu realizes, she can't tame you. She can't make a house kitten out of you. You'll never stick by her side. Or anyone's for the matter. So...she'll need to keep you on a leash. She'll put so much catnip in your mouth you won't be able to bite, she'll cut your nails so you won't scratch, and she'll tear your whiskers out so you won't be able to run straight. Alone, that is. It'll hurt, but it will be worth it.

She then, with one small movement of her wrist, cuts through your shoulder, not deep enough to make you actually bleed out, but enough to make you weak. She gets off you, leaving you there, whimpering. "F-Fuckin' b-bitch...G-Go and d-die then! G-Go and fuckin'...die by his greasy hands...ugh!" You keep moaning in pain, depserately pushing your palm against your bleeding wound.

Mizu looks at you, wanting nothing more than to comfort you, but she knows that'll do her no good in the long run, so she just picks up Taigen, and leaves the room. She'll come back for you when you're unconcious if she's lucky.

It takes her a long while to get to and find Fowler's room all while carrying the deadweight of Taigen, but still, she does. After the fight, she does not have time to go back for you though, since she's fallen into the ice cold river along with that fat bastard.

Ringo rescues her and Taigen, bringing them back to master Eiji. The time she spends there while she recovers can only be described as a storm. She's mad. Her sword is broken, she didn't kill Fowler, and she left you there too. Ugh, what a failiure.

"So," Mizu lazily sits next to Taigen inside the little house, staring at the fire. "How did you...keep Akemi?" She mumbles under her nose, Taigen almost not even hearing it.

"Hm?" Taigen reaises an eyebrow. "Jealous?" He says with a smug smirk and Mizu groans loudly.

"Fuck no." She says, shooting him a glare and then rolling her eyes. "It's just seems...hard, to tie a woman down." She shrugs.

Everyone left Mizu when they had a chance, so this time, she won't take chances. She won't give you one. You left her once already, and to your own shit-luck, she wan't you to stay more that she realizes.

"You can't really tie a woman down, only with marriage." Taigen answers simply. "But before that, you have to convince her that you're worth it. That you can give her a good life."

"Well that's not really an option for me, is it?" Mizu groans. What a useless answer.

"Wait...you wanna catch a wife?" Taigen's eyes widen. "Oh, don't tell me, you already have someone you want? Oh, that's funny!" He snickers.

"You're fucking annoying. I don't even know why I was asking you." She grumbles, ready to stand up, but Taigen stops him. "Wait, no. Okay." Taigen steadies himself, putting on a straight face. "I'm sure if you keep your glasses on, and keep your mouth shut all the time, she'll like you." He finishes with that bitch-ass smirk.

Mizu just yanks her arm away and walks off, grumbling. Taigen is stupid. She'll show him too. She'll show everyone. She'll slay down Flower, then she'll walk away with you, crying for her in her arms. Great plan.

You even accidentaly told her that he's planning on killing the shogun, so she'll know where to go. You're already playing right into her hands. Yeah, maybe she's obsessing over you a little, and yeah, it's probably unhealthy, but do you really expect any healthy emotions from that woman? No, the answer should be no.

So, on the day when she meets Fowler again, she marches into the room he's in with the Shogun, but when she gets there, the Shogun and his family are already gone, and she's met with Fowler's gun to your forehead, yours to his heart with Heiji Shindo's body still fresh on the ground. She gasps out your name.

Fowler's head turns to her, and Mizu glares. "Hm? Ye two know eachother?" He asks casually, motioning between you two. "So that's why yer betraying me, eh? Foolish little girl." He scoffs.

You just roll your eyes. "I'm not betraying you, dumbass." You say, liglty poking his chest with your gun. "I'm simply dethroning you."

"And you wanted the help of this demon right 'ere?" He nods towards Mizu. "Is that why ya were gone for days? Ya were with the guy tryin' to kill me? Pffft!" He says with mock offense.

"No, he just happens to be here." The banter between you two is amusing to Mizu. You're talking to this piece of shit while holding eachother at gunpoint like you'd talk to an old friend after they stole your lunch.

"Hey, demon," Fowler says to Mizu, getting her attention. "Ya don' wanna team up with this girl right 'ere. See? She's betraying me too, she'd do the same to you."

"Oh, shut up." You roll your eyes. "First of all, I'm not teaming up with him. Second of all...can you butt out of my personal relatinships?"

"She's not even from 'round here. Found her back in London." Fowler says casually, ligtly poking your head with his gun. "Is' true. Her parents are japanese though, they got captured during the war, but couldn't help but fuck like bunnies in their cell and make this lil' bitch."

"Ugh, that was unnecessary." You say, fireing a shot into the wall to silence him. "Next one's gonna be in your heart, shithead."

"Now now, let daddy handle stuff." He says with a chuckle.

"You're not my fucki-" but before you could protest any further, Fowler's other hand swings up, hitting you in the head, almost crushing your skull, making you lose conciousness.

The next time you wake up, the harsh sun invades your eyeballs, making you groan. When you finally manage to accommodate your inveroment, you look around. You're on a ship, which is definetly moving. You see a siluette in the sun, and as it notices that you're awake, it walks closer. It's Mizu. She looks different though. She looks a lot more...relaxed. She has her bangs down, and she's wearing a simple kimono. She looks...very feminine. And beautiful, if you do say so yourself. You understand why you lost control and slept with her that night.

"Hey," You squint at her. "Can I ask, if it's like, not too much...what the fuck is going on?" You sit up hazily.

"We're leaving. To London." She says casually, sitting down next to you. Your eyes snap wide opening, shining in the bright sun.

"Are fucking serious?" That's wha Mizu wnated to see. You lighting up, eating all of her words up.

"Yeah...Fowler's tied up down there, but he'll help me. He'll help me find the other white men." She says, looking ahead to the seemingly endless water.

"And you're taking me...with you. To London. I can finally leave." Your smile becomes bright, almost more blinding that the sun. It's the first truly genuine smile Mizu saw from you. And fuck, it does things to her.

"Mhm...you're not leaving my side after this." Mizu breathes out, leaning back on her hands, turning her attention to the cloud.

Your eyebrows knot together. "What? I'm not gonna stick around to watch your boring ass quest. I wanna find my own path."

"Yeah, no...you're not doing that. You're gonna stay by my side, and you're gonna love it." She says like it's a well known fact. And to her, it is. She's not letting you leave her, and wander off again. Not on her watch.

"What the fuck do you think I am? Your pet?" You scoff.

"You could be. But no, I'm being nice right now." She says with a small smile, still staying completely calm about the subject. "And when I'm done, you will come back to Japan with me. And then we'll live peacefully, and you'll help me forget about how much of a terrible person I am." Mizu shrugs, but you just rolls your eyes.

"As if. I'll tell you everyday that you're a shitty person." You can barely finish the sentence before Mizu gets on top of you with one swift motion, straddling your lap.

"Yeah? You're gonna tell me how much you hate me?" Mizu whispers, her breath hitting your face, but the only thing you can do right now is just stare at her, not even blinking. "What? Cat's got your tongue?" She teases you, running a finger along your lower lip.

You gulp. "What...are you even doing? What we had was just...a one time thing." You say, averting your gaze finally.

"You think that?" Mizu says as she harshly grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at her. "You must be confused then." She says, her voice now lower with more edge. "Because that day, whether you like it or not, you tied yourself down. You became mine. You can try to run though, but I'll find you eventually." She slowly leans down, breathing right against your lips. "Take your little fuckface of a man, Fowler for example. He couldn't hide, so why could you?"

You can't even respond as she firmly kisses you, pushing her tongue down your thoat, one hand gripping your jaw, the other harhsly undoing your clothes.

"F-fuck, Mizu, wait a second-" You try to croak out, but her hands are already all over you, and you love it. It's just...so damn sudden. And it feels different from last time. It's as if this time, her touches have more emotion. More want, more need.

"No. I waited enough." Mizu murmurs into the kiss, her hands kneading your breasts. The last time, you fought for and kinda even won dominance, but now you can't even try and enter the competition for some reason, and to Mizu's liking.

"Ugh...you're an asshole, you know that?" You back arches into her touch as you feel her start pinching your nipples. "I...I'm still mad at you though...for cutting my shoulder. That hurt...like a bitch." You mumble, feeling your whole body heat up under her touch.

Mizu can feel her head reeling. She finally done it. She has you under her fingertips again, and she won't let go ever again. And this time, you look different too. You look more vulnerable, your eyes narrowing and becoming hazy, you cheeks flushing as you lips part. You look vulnerable, and very fucking cute. The fact that she knows what you're capable of, and still managing to have you in this position is...enthralling. She loves it. If she'd feel this everyday, her sould would be at peace.

"Not my fault you only respond to violence." Mizu says, pulling away from your mouth to place her lips in your nipple, which you reward with a small moan, which makes Mizu's nerves dart to all one place between her legs.

Her tounge swirls around your sensitive little bud, all while her hand sneeks between your thighs, feeling around your underwear, which is now slowly turning wet.

"You want more?" Mizu whispers as she switches to the other nipple. "Tell me you want more...say it. Use your pretty little voice, and ask me nicely."

"Fuck...fuck why are you like this?" You croak out, your thighs closing around her hand, letting out another moan as she starts rubbing you through the thin cloth. "O-Okay, fine fuck, I want more...p-please, just...do more." You say, covering your face with your arm in shame. "Mizu..."

And she fucking snaps. How could she hold back after that? She rips down your last remaining clothing, which happens to be your underwear, and her lips latch around your clit. Oh, it tastes so good. She didn't have the chance to taste it last time, what a shame. But knows she knows how your slick tastes, and it's honestly perfect. She makes sure her tongue hits every spot it can reach atleast once before she plunges her fingers deep inside you.

"Fuck...I missed you fucking much...come on, show me you missed me too. Grind on my lips and fingers." Mizu demands against your clit which you reward in a drawn out moan. You slowly obey, grinding weakly against her. "Take it...take all of me." She pushes knuckle deep. "Your pussy loves me...it fucking wants me. It's...fuck, it's sucking me in." Mizu slurs between slurps, getting lost in the moment and just mindlessly rambling. She loves this. She loves feeling you at two points on herself: her fingertips and her tongue. She wants you to moan louder, to squirm and beg more, to arch your back and grind harder...

"Gonna cum...f-fuck, I can't...slow the fuck down..." You whimper out,hands feeling around on the floor, looking for anything to grab for support, but meeting nothing but Mizu.

"Yeah? Cum then. Do it...doitdoitdoit, I want it, come on..." Mizu doesn't even notice that she begs, but she doesn't even fucking care. As she feels you spill your climax into her mouth, her mind flashes white, eagerly driking everything up. After you come down from your high and lay in the afterglow, Mizu stays in pleace, cleaning your innerthighs while softly humming.

"You did so good...you're so pretty when you cum. I wanna see it again." She murmurs, fingers trailing back to your folds, but you groan and push her away.

"F-Fuck off..." You say weakly, eyes slowly fluttering closed. Mizu smirks and climbs up to cuddle you, her arms thighly around you, and her legs keeping you in a lock.

"I love you." She says casually. "You'll stay with me forever, okay? I'll hunt you down if you don't. You're my sepcial girl...you'll see me succeed."

#bes mizu #blue eye samurai #bes x reader #blue eye samurai mizu #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu x reader #mizu fanfic #fanfiction #bes smut #smut #enemies to lovers #toxic behavior

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Turbulence | Part 4

Pairing: Frankie x reader (will turn into an OFC)

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 Link

Word Count: 7k (sorry!)

Summary: The conclusion of this little arc. These two enjoy the rest of their weekend.

Warnings: MDNI. Alternating POVs. Some angst and some fluff. Nervous Frankie. Allusion to a previous bad relationship (infidelity). Swearing. Unprotected P in V. Oral (f receiving - duh, it’s Frankie).

A/N: Apologies for the delay! This ended up being a lot longer than I intended. I thought about breaking this up into two parts but I think it’s just better as one. This is my first time writing Frankie smut so I’m a bit nervous (although it's not the main focus of this chapter).

“Ok and if we can get one more with the whole bridal party!”

Bless the photographer and her assistant because wrangling this group is akin to herding cats.

“Your boy here yet?” Ash muttered through their smile as we all posed for a series of shots.

“Yup, just got a text,” I said, trying to conceal my smirk as Ash slapped me on the ass.

“Hell freaking yeaaaah!”

Once we finished with the photos, I walked up to Carol and hugged her. She told me to have fun and gave me a knowing look, confusion etched on Dave’s face. Truth be told, her reassurance made me feel better about slipping out.

I spotted Mom and Aunt Lydia already at the bar, so I told Ash to cover for me should they ask where I went.

“Have fun!” Ash winked as I grabbed my things and made my way out of the venue, trying to keep a steady pace when all I wanted to do was sprint out of there so I could see him.

Frankie didn’t quite know what he should do. Get out of the truck, walk up to the aquarium, and wait? Stay put in his truck? Seeing a couple of men dressed in suits smoking outside, he suddenly remembered how casually he was dressed and felt a bit self-conscious. It didn’t feel right to just sit in his truck scrolling on his phone waiting for her; it made him feel like he was just there with one thing in mind…although that was on his mind.

He took a deep breath and decided to get out of the truck, figuring he’d stand in front of it and lean onto the hood as he waited. It only took a few moments before he saw her walking out of the building with a bag in tow. His breath caught in his throat seeing her in person again.

“Hey,” she raised her hand for a small wave as she scurried across the parking lot toward him.

“Hey,” his hands twitched at his sides as he pushed himself off the truck. It only took a few steps to close the distance between them. When he reached out she slotted perfectly into his arms, just like she did at the airport. He breathed in her scent, feeling her arms tighten around his neck.

He pulled back, appreciating her beauty while trying to be respectful. He couldn’t help as his gaze quickly flitted down her body before finding her eyes which he loved so much. She twirled the ends of his curls between her fingers as he softly chuckled, “You…look beautiful. Way better than the picture.” She feigned offense and giggled as Frankie tried to recover. “Shit, I mean, the picture was nice…it was great…fuck…” he shook his head. “Can I start over?”

“I know what you meant Frankie, I’m just giving you a hard time,” her nose crinkled as her arms trailed down his shoulders, rubbing his biceps.

“Ha oh,” he blushed.

“So…BB-8 huh?” She pulled at the hem of his T-shirt.

“Yeah,” he rolled his eyes with a scoff. “Another one of Pope’s ideas….so, you ready to head out? You sure you’re ok to leave, I don’t want some bridezilla coming after me.”

“No, Frankie, it’s all good. So…I believe we were between pizza and burgers right?”

“Yup…your choice.”

“Hmm,” he couldn’t help but notice how cute her nose looked scrunched up in thought. “I think pizza.”

“Perfect, I was kinda hoping you’d say that,” he winked. “You need to change or anything,” he motioned to her bag.

“Oh, nah…I paid a shit ton for this dress, I’m keeping it on as long as I can.”

Frankie coughed as his throat went dry. He knew she meant that innocently but his mind wandered and he could feel his face getting red.

“You ok, Frankie?”

“Um...y-yeah…all good. Here get in,” he walked around to the passenger side, opening the door for her.

I couldn’t get over how cute he looked…and hot…I can’t forget that part. Hugging him felt like I was being embraced by the coziest blanket and it took everything in me to let go.

By all accounts, Frankie was still a stranger to me and here I was getting into his truck and going who knows where. I’ve spent far too many hours listening to true crime podcasts to know all of the red flags dotting this situation. But with Frankie, I felt…safe. I really can’t describe it other than it’s just a feeling.

He said he had a place in mind but it was a bit of a drive. Honestly, he could have told me we were driving the few hours to Miami and I would have been fine with it. He was so easy to talk to and I loved watching him drive. My eyes tried to not linger on his hand gripping the steering wheel as I took note of how thick his fingers were.

He filled me in on his day which included a cast of characters that sounded like they were plucked out of a TV show. I loved hearing him laugh and the way his eyes crinkled as he talked about his friends was adorable. We were so engrossed in conversation that I hadn’t realized we were on the causeway until we were about halfway across the water.

“Are we going to Clearwater?” I looked over at him, a little sly smirk coming across his face.

“Yeah…shit, I didn’t even ask if it was ok to go this far. Sorry, I-”

“Frankie,” I reached over and put my hand on his arm, “it’s ok. I just hadn’t been paying attention to where we were,” I chuckled, my hand running down his forearm to rest on top of his hand on the center console. I quickly patted it, wincing internally at my awkwardness, and returned my hand to my lap.

We sat in comfortable silence as I stared out the window taking in the views. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Frankie bite his lip as he moved his right hand to hover over my leg. He hesitated for a moment and then rested his hand just above my knee. It felt like an electric current went through my body – not only was he touching me but his hand was close to my…

“Is this ok?” He turned his head giving me the most adorable puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “This is ok, Frankie,” I put my hand on top of his, rubbing circles with my thumb. He started to visibly relax and it made me feel warm.

We spent the rest of the way chatting about random things, his hand firmly planted on my leg. I could tell he was starting to feel more comfortable when his hand traveled up and down my thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. I wished I didn't have all of the fabric on because I yearned to feel his rough calloused hands on my skin.

There was this intriguing duality to him. On the one hand, I knew these hands could exact some level of violence. I’d be kidding myself if I didn’t realize that he’s probably severely hurt people before. But at the same time, there was a softness to his touch, like he wouldn’t hurt a fly. I felt a slight shiver as his fingers skimmed across the satin of my dress. As strong and capable as his hands were at piloting an aircraft I imagined they were equally capable of pulling countless pleasures too. The thought made me squirm a bit as I tried to steady my breath.

“You ok?” He turned his head to look at me.

“Y-yeah, I’m good,” I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Ok good, we’re almost there.”

Next thing I knew, we pulled up to some hole-in-the-wall pizza joint that he swore up and down was the best pizza on the West Coast of Florida. I caught some funny looks thanks to my floor-length gown from the guy behind the counter who I learned was the owner. He and Frankie knew each other so we jumped the line of to-go orders waiting to be made.

In no time at all Frankie scooped up a bag full of styrofoam containers along with a pizza box. We stopped off at a convenience store to grab a six-pack of beer…again my overly formal attire drew some heads from the casual locals and swimsuit-clad tourists.

Once we had everything, Frankie reassured me we were close to our ultimate destination but I was in no rush. When he finally backed into our parking spot, he looked over and stopped me as I started to unbuckle my seatbelt. “Can you stay here for a sec…please?”

I cocked my head to the side, curious what he was up to. “Sure…”

“Ok cool…don’t go eating the garlic knots yet,” he quipped. “And ah…close your eyes. I’ll be quick I promise.”

I smirked as I closed my eyes, straining to hear what he was up to. He opened the back door, some rustling as he found something before closing the door. The truck rocked a bit. Eventually, I heard the crunch of gravel underneath his boots as he opened my door.

“Ok, you can open your eyes.”

My eyes fluttered open as he reached for the food I was guarding in my lap. He offered his hand to help me get out of the truck.

“What do you have up your sleeve?” I raised my eyebrows.

He led me around the truck and I felt the butterflies start to flutter around in my stomach. There was a maroon and white plaid blanket laid across the bed of his truck. It was a bit tattered and looked like it had seen better days. At the back, there were two matching pillows.

“It’s not fancy, but I figured we could eat and watch the waves. The sunset is the best here.” He stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, rocking a bit from side to side as he looked down at his feet.

My breath hitched as I took it all in. This was such a sweet gesture and I was honestly impressed by the thought.

“Is this ok? Sorry, if I had more time I would have…”

“This is perfect.”

He looked up at me with the sweetest smile and offered his hand for me to climb in.

“You looking for an excuse to check out my ass Frankie?” I smirked, noticing his blush as I hopped up, shuffling in and putting one of the pillows behind me as I rested against the back of the truck.

Frankie followed, crawling up to sit next to me. He grabbed a couple of bottles from the six-pack, twisting off the tops and handing one of them to me, “Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

“Sorry, it’s not cold..”

“Frankie, stop apologizing. This is…perfect. I just wanted to see you again, it didn’t matter what we were doing, so this is icing on the cake.

I could see the tension leaving his body as he made quick work of laying out all of the food. It was quite the spread and definitely too much for just the two of us. We chatted and grazed and things never felt awkward, even during those quiet moments. It also wasn’t lost on me that Frankie had drifted closer and closer to me. His outstretched leg now pressed up against mine, I could feel the heat radiating between us and all I wanted to do was curl up next to him.

As the sun set, I felt a wave of melancholy wash over me. It suddenly hit me how finite time was this weekend. The sun chasing the horizon was a visual of the hourglass in my mind counting down the hours I had left in this dream.

“Hey, you alright?” Frankie reached for my hand as he turned to face me.

I nodded, managing a weak smile.

Frankie felt like he was being pulled in two directions. On the one hand, he wanted to spend more time with her and see where this night was headed. But at the same time, he wanted time to stand still because the more hours they spent together the closer they were to her inevitable departure.

It felt like a cruel joke. The moment he starts to feel…something…anything…and it’s a situation with logistics. Distance hadn’t worked well for him in the past seeing as how his ex’s cheating started while he was away on a mission.

For so long he blamed distance for the demise of their relationship. In hindsight, he knew there were more issues than just the time apart, but it still was a reason. If he had a job that didn’t force him to be gone for months at a time on covert, highly classified missions maybe things would have been different. If he had picked a line of work that didn’t give him nightmares and so much anxiety that he had to resort to increasingly dangerous ways to silence the voices maybe things would have been different. If he wasn’t so fucked up every time he was home he would have seen the warning signs long before…

Frankie had been so caught up in his own spiral that he hadn’t noticed her energy shift. She too looked deep in distant thoughts of her own.

“Hey, you alright?” He turned, reaching for her hand to ground himself in her touch.

She nodded and he could tell she was putting on a brave face. He wished he knew the right thing to say but he was so conflicted. This was too good to be true right? It was clearly destined for failure because things this good didn’t happen to him. He’d done too many bad things in his life to be rewarded with someone like her.

But as he searched her eyes, he felt a sense of comfort. He couldn’t explain it. So much of this whole situation seemed ripe for heartbreak but he couldn’t stop the freefall he was in. There was a sliver of hope that this … that she…may have been worth it all.

His eyes trailed down to her lips and his palms twitched because he so desperately wanted to kiss her. To hold her close to him for fear she’d disappear. His mind quickly cycled through thoughts of what kinds of sounds he’d be able to pull from her, how she’d taste, or how her body would look writhing underneath him.

Our gazes stayed locked on each other for what felt like an eternity. We were both nervous to make a move. But as Frankie’s mouth curled up into a small half smile I saw the cutest dimple form and leaned forward without thinking too much about it. Our lips met and the kiss was soft and a bit tentative, like we were both seeking permission from one another. He pulled back, looking down and swallowing hard before his eyes rose to meet mine.

“Was that ok?”

“Yeah Frankie,” I whispered.

“Ok, good,” he cupped my face as he smiled into another kiss.

It didn’t take long before his tongue licked along my bottom lip, prompting me to open my mouth for him. I could still feel him holding back a bit, so I wanted to show him it was ok. I lightly nipped his lower lip before taking it between my teeth for more of a tug. As he let out a low growl, my hands rested behind his neck, twirling the chocolate curls that peeked out from beneath his cap. I forgot where I was and swung my leg over to straddle him as his hands came to my hips. His grip tightened as I let out a small moan, slightly rocking into his lap. In the distance, some whoops and whistles broke us out of our little bubble.

“Looks like we have company,” Frankie smirked, motioning behind me with his chin while adjusting his hat.

I slowly turned, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I remembered we were in public. A group of teenagers waved back at us snickering and whistling. I immediately turned around, burying my face into Frankie’s neck as he laughed. “I’m not gonna lie, I kinda forgot where we were for a sec.”

I could feel the laugh in Frankie’s chest as I stayed nuzzled against him, the stubble of his beard running along my hairline as he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

“How about we um….get out of here?” I couldn’t even say it without laughing. “I’m sorry that sounded so cheesy!”

“It’s ok…if you weren’t going to say it I was,” he winked. “C’mon,” he tapped my hip, “let’s get you back.”

The closer Frankie got to her hotel, the more his anxiety spiked. He didn’t want to assume anything, but he desperately wanted the night to keep going. Kissing her felt like a fog clearing and she was the sun shining through it.

He kept his hand on her thigh the whole ride back, again grounding himself in the fact that she was real. As he pulled into the hotel, she reached for his hand. “D’you wanna drop it off with valet?”

“Um, yeah sure….ah…” Frankie blushed at his next thought before he shook his head and decided to just go for it. “How long am I staying?”

“As long as you want,” she leaned over and kissed the bare patch in his beard, sending an electric pulse down his body.

A valet came up on either side of the truck, opening the doors.

“Hi sir, ah checking in?” The young man asked as he took Frankie’s keys.

“Ah no, put it on room 1802,” she called from the other side of the truck as the valet wrote it down on a slip and handed it to Frankie.

“Oh one sec,” Frankie opened the back door, pulled out a backpack, and slung it over his shoulder. “Ok.”

I narrowed my eyes as Frankie rummaged through the back seat of his truck and pulled out a backpack. It made me wonder - is this something that he does a lot?

He seemed to sense my confusion as he came around the truck and took my hand to lead me through the lobby. “I ah, I stay at my friends’ house a lot, so I started keeping a backpack with a change of clothes,” he laughed.

“So you were tired of doing the walk of shame from your friends’ house huh?” I quipped as we made it over to the elevators.

“Ha ha. Very funny,” he grinned, that little dimple making another appearance.

We got in the elevator with a few others. Frankie held me in front of him, one hand on my hip as he quickly shot a text off.

“Texting Pope, you know…in case something happens he knows where I am,” he laughed as I feigned offense. “It’s not every day I go to a beautiful woman’s hotel room,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath making goosebumps form on my skin.

Frankie felt like he was on the longest elevator ride of his life. As he held her in his arms, he couldn’t help but discreetly press himself closer to her. When they finally reached the 18th floor, she led him by the hand to her suite, dropping it briefly as she fished out her room key.

“Presidential Suite huh,” he raised his eyebrows, looking impressed.

“I decided to treat myself,” she said as she led him into the living room. She dropped his hand and walked over to the large windows. “I didn’t realize I would have such a pretty view.”

“Neither did I,” he was right behind her, his breath ghosting down her neck, trailing soft, open-mouth kisses to her shoulder. His hands lightly caressed the straps of her dress.

I instantly wanted his hands and mouth everywhere at the same time. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as he kissed just below my ear. He pressed himself closer to me and I could feel him already getting hard which instantly made me tingle with anticipation. I shifted a bit to press my thighs together as he ran his nose to the back of my neck, trailing kisses down to the zipper of my dress.

“I’m glad you’re still in this,” he said against my skin, his hands wrapping around my middle.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because I wanted to be the one to take it off. I’ve been thinking about what’s underneath all day.”

I felt his length twitch as he said that, making me shiver. I turned my head to look back at him as he lifted his gaze, his eyes dark. “Well, go on,” I smirked.

“Yes ma’am.” He started to undo the zipper, kissing down my neck as more of my skin was unveiled until I was standing there in my underwear.

I turned in his arms, pulling off his hat, dropping it to the floor as our lips found each other again. His arms drew me in, pressing me flush against him.

“You're so beautiful,” he managed to say between kisses, continuing to whisper more sweet things as I walked us back to the bedroom.

Before I knew it, I felt the back of my thighs meet the mattress. I sat on the bed to undo his belt and work on getting his jeans off. My mouth watered as my eyes followed the trail of hair from his navel down to his tented boxers. As I went to hook my fingers into the waistband, he cupped my chin and tilted my face up.

“We can get to that, there’s something I want to do first,” his tongue swiped along his lower lip as he sank to his knees in front of me. “Is this ok?”

I nodded, “Y-yeah.” It had been a long time since I’d been intimate with anyone so I was feeling equal parts excited and nervous.

He gave me the warmest smile as he brought his hands to rest on my thigh. He leaned up and kissed me, pushing me backward as his mouth blazed a trail down my body, making a couple of pit stops along the way. He stilled as he hovered over my belly button.

His stubble tickled and I couldn’t help the giggles, clasping a hand over my mouth. The giggles were quickly silenced with a gasp as I felt his fingers curl underneath my underwear. I lifted my hips to help him work them off. The nerves suddenly kicked into high gear as I was left exposed.

Frankie sucked in a breath as I strained to look down between my thighs. What I saw was a man taking me in like I was the finest piece of art he’d ever seen. His eyes scanned all over as he brought his hands to my thighs, pushing my legs wider.

“F-Frankie…if…if you don’t touch me I think I’m going to explode,” I giggled, gripping the sheets in anticipation.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” he tutted with a pout which quickly turned into a smile. “Relax, mi cielo, I’m going to make you feel good.”

And holy shit he wasn’t lying. His tongue licked up my folds before finding its home on my clit with soft and steady undulations. I shuddered, tightening my grip on the sheets as his broad shoulders pushed my legs even further apart. I clenched my eyes shut, back arching as he picked up the pace.

He murmured his praise as he continued to work me over. I lifted onto my elbows, catching him looking up at me through his eyelashes as he continued his feast. My eyes rolled back as he changed the pattern his tongue used to trace around me. I reached down to his hair, grabbing a fistful of hair and tightening my grip to bring him so close I worried for a split second that I may suffocate him. But that worry quickly dissipated as I heard him moan into me, his grip on my thigh no doubt leaving a bruise as his other arm laid across my stomach.

I bucked up into him, riding this wave of pleasure. I’d been with partners who enjoyed going down on me in the past, but I’d never experienced someone devouring me with this much enthusiasm and reverence. The hand on my stomach start to trail upwards, cupping my breast through the fabric of my bra. I wanted, no I needed, to feel his hand on my skin so I quickly reached back to unclasp the garmet and flung it off the bed.

He brought both hands to palm my breasts, his thumbs brushing across my pebbled nipples. I snuck another look down and the image of my legs draped around his broad shoulders, his messy curls bobbing up and down was nearly enough to send me over the edge. I whimpered as he pulled off briefly to catch his breath, looking at me with a smirk as he grabbed the back of my thighs and brought me closer to him.

A few more flicks of his tongue as he groaned into me was all I needed as I tumbled head first into a sea of pleasure. He stayed with me as I worked myself down from one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. As I laid panting, legs splayed out and my body feeling boneless, he nuzzled against my thigh and kissed it.

“Fuck…” I sighed, ruffling his curls and twirling the strands that had fallen on his forehead.

“Yeah…” He chuckled, crawling up to lay down facing me.

He looked beautiful, his hair all messy and his beard glistening from me, from what he just did. I also snuck a glance down, wanting to see what was waiting for me on the other side of the thin fabric. He cupped my cheek, kissing me tenderly and I could taste myself on his tongue. I deepened the kiss and moved to straddle him.

“Can I take these off,” I looked down to the only thing separating us.

“Please, I need to feel you.” I bit my lip and reached down to pull his boxers down and off.

Seeing him lying there, his cock hard and the beads of precum dripping off, threw me into an alternate dimension as everything ran by in a delicious blur. The stretch I felt as I lowered myself on him was intoxicating.

He let me ride him for a bit before flipping me over, hitching one of my legs up, and hitting a spot so deep I didn’t even know it existed. He grunts, my moans, and the squelching sounds of our joined bodies were absolutely sinful.

“You feel so good, baby,” he panted. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Good….neither…am…I…fuck,” I felt myself coming for a second time – something I haven’t achieved in longer than I care to remember.

As I arched my back, Frankie’s rhythm sputtered as he came, falling forward to cage my head between his arms. He brought his forehead to mine, pressing a quick kiss to my nose as he rested his head next to mine, still panting.

We stayed like that for a while. I traced my fingernails up and down his back, lightly scratching him, which he seemed to enjoy as he nuzzled his nose into my neck. He felt like the perfect weighted blanket.

With a deep breath, he pulled out as I whined, feeling the emptiness. He laid down on his back next to me, pulling me in so I could curl into him. The early morning wake-up call coupled with the excitement and exertion made my eyes feel really heavy.

I was pulled out of my slumber thanks to a ray of sunlight coming through the curtains I forgot to close last night. Behind me, I heard the sheets rustle as Frankie turned, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling my back flush against his chest.

“Morning, mi cielo,” he kissed my shoulder. I giggled as his stubble tickled me.

“Why sky?” I turned in his arms to face him, pushing some wayward curls off his forehead.

“I don’t know…I guess…we got to know each other up in the sky. And it’s my favorite place, so it seems fitting,” his eyes softened and it made me feel giddy. “Sorry, that’s probably really cheesy.”

“No, it’s really sweet Frankie. I’ve never been called that before…I like it.”

We made out for a little bit and one thing led to another and he was back between my legs. I don’t even know which round we’re on as I lay panting and trying to catch my breath.

My stomach betrayed me and grumbled; food was the furthest thing from my mind at this point. Frankie heard and laughed as he sat up, his sweaty curls clinging to the back of his neck as he got out of bed and grabbed his boxers and jeans.

“Where are you going?”

“Downstairs to get you something,” he winked. “How do you take your coffee?”

I crawl over to the side of the bed, sitting up on my knees and reaching for him. “We can just order room service.”

“I was planning on it for later,” he smirked, kissing me before he turned to head out to the living room to grab his backpack, grabbing a shirt from it. “Coffee?” he called over to me as he put it on.

“I take it black.”

“Makes sense…you’re already so sweet.” I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Ok, I’ll be back.”

Once he left I searched around for something to wear. I spotted his BBB-8 shirt crumpled up in a ball on a chair and decided to put it on, loving how it hung on my frame. I laid back in bed, smiling to myself as I remembered parts of last night and this morning. My phone buzzed and I assumed it was Frankie asking a question about what I wanted, but instead, it was Ash.

Ash: Ok, but he’s hot AF in person. You must have had a LOT of fun last night based on how his hair looks 😉

What the fuck is happening?

Ash: Relaxxx. I’m down here taking a call. Almost didn’t recognize him without the hat.

omggg

Ash: Holy shit. He’s getting you breakfast?

Ash: Aww it’s so cute.

Ash: You must have worked up quite the appetite based on the amount of shit he’s getting.

Please don’t say anything to him.

Ash: I’m not. I’m being stealthy

Ash: Ok lover boy is headed back up.

Ash and I texted a bit more so I could get caught up on the wedding. Everything seemed to go to plan and Carol was beaming in the photos. It was so sweet to see the way Dave looked at her, his gaze reminding me of a certain pair of chocolate brown eyes that were now seared into my memory.

Almost on cue, a knock at the door brought me back to the present. I rushed over to open it for Frankie. Ash wasn’t kidding, he brought the whole bakery upstairs with him along with a couple of large coffees. He inhaled sharply as he saw me – I’d forgotten I was wearing his shirt.

“Damn, that looks really good on you,” he kissed my cheek as he walked in.

As we ate and sipped on our coffee we talked about plans for the day, deciding that we wanted to stay holed up in the room. Our conversation eventually came to a natural lull as I lay on Frankie’s chest, his hand trailing up and down my arm. It wasn't awkward or anything, it was time for both of us to just think. My mind drifted from being giddy and excited that I’d get to spend the whole day, and hopefully another night, with Frankie, to feeling deflated by the fact that in less than 24 hours I’d be boarding a plane back home.

“What are you thinking about?” He broke the silence, nudging me with his knee. I shook my head, nervous about sounding too needy. “C’mon, you can tell me.”

“It’s just…what happens next?” I winced, unable to look at him.

He paused for a moment before taking my hand, “What do you mean?”

“I mean this…us…I…no pressure or anything, but I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you Frankie. And I know I’ll be far away and I totally get it if you just wanted this to be a weekend thing and I-”

“Hey. I’ve enjoyed spending time with you too…I haven’t had this much fun in a really long time and you’re easy to talk to,” his soft smile instantly warmed my heart. “Here I was wracking my brain trying to figure out a way to not have you run but the truth is, I don’t want this to end here. I want to keep getting to know you and like no pressure or anything, but if you decide you want to come back down here to visit or have me come up there, I’d do it. Whatever you want.”

I paused for a moment, shocked by his candor but relieved that it seemed like we were on the same page. Taking a deep breath, I turned to him. “I’d like that.”

“So don’t think of it as a goodbye. We can figure it out. Have you ever done a long-distance thing before?”

I shook my head. “If I’m being honest, I haven’t really ever been in a…uh…” I didn’t want to label ourselves as in a relationship but that’s how I saw it.

“You haven’t?”

“No…it always seemed like no one was ever really wanting that, like they’d lose interest after a date or two. Eventually, I ended up getting busy with work and stopped caring.”

“Well, I’m very…uh…interested,” he chuckled.

“Good me too,” I leaned over and kissed him.

We spent the rest of the day lazily in bed watching movies, making out, having a little extra fun, and even taking a little nap too. Frankie stayed true to his promise and we did order room service later, followed up by a shower. I was so thankful I sprung for this suite for that shower alone.

It was so nice to have just a chill day, but it made me a bit sad that I wouldn’t be able to spend next Sunday doing the same thing. As the hours stretched into the evening and the sun started to set I reluctantly started packing. Frankie sat at the foot of my bed watching me flit around the suite.

“How are you getting to the airport tomorrow?” He asked as I zippered up the carry-on.

“Ah actually…I was hoping maybe you could take me?”

His face lit up. “I’d love to. We should probably get to sleep, you have an early flight.”

Sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. I wanted to savor every last moment I had with him and not squander it away by being asleep. Sex with Frankie was everything I ever wanted and unlike anything I’d ever had. He was caring and tender but passionate and decisive. I didn’t want to say it out loud to him but he officially ruined all other men for me; he was now the standard.

The alarm startled Frankie from his unusually deep sleep, annoyed that the morning came so quickly. But then again, that’s what happens when your night stretches into the early hours. Even though they’d both established that this morning wasn’t going to be a goodbye, he still felt uneasy.

Right now they were in a little bubble and riding high off of the oxytocin and basking in the afterglow. What lay ahead was going to be difficult – finding ways to stay connected with each other, working the other person into their life from afar. He already knew what Pope was going to say, no doubt telling his friend to be cautious and guard his heart.

But as she turned around and faced him, cupping his face and stroking the bare patch on his beard, he just knew. He’d never felt so sure about anything in his life. She made him want to try. To open his heart back up again. To unlock a part of himself he thought was gone forever.

I had to rush a bit to get out the door, thanks to Frankie who was very eager to show me how much he was going to miss me – not that I was complaining.

He held my hand the entire drive to the airport, trying to quell my flight anxiety along the way. The weather was beautiful so he assured me that it should be a smoother ride than our trip down.

As we approached arrivals, I felt a pit in my stomach. Truth be told, I was scared. Scared that this may be it. Scared that he may change his mind, and that this would be too difficult given his past experiences. He'd clued me in on some of the issues with his past relationship but I just know there's more there to uncover.

Sure, we talked about staying in touch, but what if my definition of “staying in touch” was different from his and I ended up scaring him off? I already knew I would be overthinking it all. But even amidst all of that uncertainty, there was a little voice telling me it was going to be ok.

His grip on my hand tightened as he pulled up to the curb to park.

“This sucks.” He dragged his other hand down his face before turning to face me. “Is it weird if I'm already trying to figure out when I could come up?” The relief I felt hearing him say that must have been more visible on my face than I thought because he chuckled as he leaned forward to kiss me. “I take it that it's ok?”

“Yes Frankie, more than ok.”

The whistles from the guards directing traffic pulled us back to reality. Frankie hopped out, jogging around the truck to help me with my bag before gently setting it on the ground.

I crashed into him, wrapping my arms around his mid back and pressing my face into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head as we stayed like this, neither of us wanting to be the first one to pull away.

“Hey boss, imma need you to move this,” a man behind me grunted to Frankie.

“Yeah, I'll be a second.” Reluctantly, he pulled away from me but still kept me in his arms. “I'm not saying goodbye ok? Because you're going to text me when you get through security and you're going to send me a picture of that spicy Bloody Mary Mac is going to make you,” he chuckled. “And you'll tell me when you get on the plane and I'll tell you how Benny's training goes.”

“And then I'll tell you when I land,” I reached my hands to rest behind his neck, playing with his hair. “And you'll fill me in on whatever else you boys have planned for today,” I winked.

“So it's not a goodbye.”

“Nope, not at all,” I smiled into a kiss he quickly deepened. People around us be damned, I couldn't help the moan that escaped as he pulled me closer to him.

Another whistle from the cop and we laughed, holding each other for one last second before pulling apart. Frankie handed me my bag, cupping my chin.

“I'll talk to you soon mi cielo. You're going to have a safe flight.”

“I'll miss you,” was all I could squeak out as I bit my lower lip. I'd been feeling the tears quelling up since we checked out of the hotel and I was nervous they’d finally spill over.

“I'll miss you more,” he kissed me again. “Now, you have to go otherwise my truck is gonna get towed,” he chuckled.

I kissed him one last time before I grabbed my things and walked towards the sliding automatic doors. Turning around I caught one last glimpse of Franke, scratching the back of his neck with one hand and giving a small wave with the other.

I'd never been more thankful for TSA Pre-Check. The lines were long and my goodbyes with Frankie stretched longer than I thought. Once I got through security, I quickly bought my water and magazine and walked over to the bar to see Mac.

“You're late! Musta been a good weekend missy,’ he winked.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, “that obvious huh?’

“For a second there I thought you might miss your flight. But here I made you something, on me,” he winked, handing me a white Styrofoam cup.

I took a sip and chuckled. “Is this even legal?”

“Well, don't take it on the plane with you. Figured you could sip on it while you're waiting to board. I can't have you walk by my bar and not get your Bloody Mary.”

“Thanks, Mac. Sorry I can't chat much this time.”

“Oh, I think we'll be having plenty of chats. You have a safe flight missy, I'll see you soon.”

I thanked Mac and said my goodbyes as I walked over to my gate, arriving just as boarding started. With one last big sip, I threw the drink in the trash and boarded my flight. I headed straight for the wing, remembering how Frankie said it was the smoothest ride.

My mind raced through the whirlwind of a weekend I had, smiling at the memories made and those I hoped were to come. I fired off texts to Ash and my mom to let them know I was alive and on the plane. Ash quickly responded and I knew I'd spend the whole drive from the airport to the office filling them in on the weekend.

Then I went to my thread with Frankie. Scrolling through it to see how our chain started, remembering that I saved my number in his phone as Wifey. The photo of him in bed reminded me of the soreness between my legs and I could practically feel his curls as I balled my fist.

“Ma'am, we're going to need you to turn off your phone,” the flight attendant leaned over with a sweet, but firm tone.

I sighed and quickly typed up a message.

On the plane. Found a seat over the wings. I'll let you know when I land. ❤️

I kept my phone out of sight, waiting until the last possible second before I put it away. Frankie was probably still driving so I wasn't expecting a response. With a sigh I unlocked my phone and as I went to swipe the airplane mode on I got a text.

Frankie ✈️: Good girl. Have a safe flight, I miss you.

And with that, I switched my phone off and stared outside the window with the biggest smile on my face.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! While this is the end of this arc, this isn’t the end for these two. They’ll get wrapped into Delta Landscaping (my Triple Frontier AU). For those reading that series, you would have seen a mention in the last couple of episodes.

Tagging a few who may be interested based on comments/reblogs from the previous parts. I can remove you if you want: @laughing-in-th3-purple-rain / @lwfics / @missladym1981 / @alltheseperfectimperfections / @anavatazes / @inept-the-magnificent / @weho2kcmo / @casa-boiardi / @undercoverpena / @survivingandenduring / @secretelephanttattoo / @sin-djarin / @readingiskeepingmegoing / @trulybetty / @mellymbee / @jessiejessworldsblog / @anoverwhelmingdin / @southernbe / @inthedarkestnight / @iloveenya / @mysterious-moonstruck-musings / @itspdameronthings / @all-the-things-2020 / @avastrasposts / @linzels-blog / @maried01 / @la-vie-est-une-fleur29 / @titabel

#frankie friday #francisco morales #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #triple frontier #frankie catfish morales

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Shit my friends have said as the marauders pt.8

Severus, Barty, Regulus are in muggle jail because Barty saw Severus rooming the streets and decided to punch him but Severus dodged him making Barty punch a random man

Serverus: We won’t be in this situation if you could control your neantheral urges Crouch

Barty: Yeah well if you hadn’t move maybe we wouldn’t be here

Regulus: My question is why the fuck am I here? All I did was record the fist fight

Regulus: I MEAN LOOK AT MY FACE OFFICER, I AM AN INNOCENT CHILD

Barty:

Severus:

The officer:

Barty: Reg calm down, we will be here less than six hours

Severus: We would get out faster if you man up and called Evan

Regulus:

Barty: Yeaaaah no

Regulus: We feel safer here

Severus: Fine I will call Sirius and Potter then, officer I will lik-

The doors open and in comes James and Sirius with some handcuffs

James: Oh hey you guys…

Sirius: Well shit…I guess we can’t call Reg

Severus: Why the fuck am I not surprised

Regulus: Guess I will have to call Remus

James and Sirius : NO

8 hours later the boys get out from jail and are having breakfast in the slytherins apartment

Evan: Well hey you guys where have you been?

Remus: Yeah it’s been real quiet..

James: Funeral home

Sirius: I was walking my grandma

Severus: Fuck off you don’t have to know

Barty: Sleeping with the mail man

Regulus: In fucking jail

#jegulus #wolfstar #regulus black #evan rosier sibling #gay wizards #starchaser #barty crouch jr #barty crouch jr x reader #harry potter #incorrect quotes #regulus and evan and barty #young severus

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emlovslennon · 5 months

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me when i actually feel motivated to write again😃😃BUT YEAAAAH HERES SOME MORE SIN FOR YOU GUYS YOURE WELCOME!!

Era: 1964

You and John were at the opening for his new book “In His Own Write”, you were over the moon excited for him, but, problem was, he was hardly paying attention to you. He was laughing it up with Paul and whoever else was there with him, George obviously noticed something was up when he tapped you on your arm, which made you jump.

“Hey, y/n, you doing alright?” He asked, genuine concern painted on his face. You couldn’t help but feel gratitude that you had someone like George in your life, he was a great friend and always knew how to comfort you, even when John didn’t.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine, I guess I just feel quite bare sitting here with no one to talk to.” You said, turning to look at John, who wouldn’t even bother to look and see if you’re even still here.

“Well, I’m here, and so is Pattie, if you wanna talk and come over to us.” He offered, Pattie giving you a very warm smile and hand shake. Pattie’s beauty always baffled you, you have never seen somebody so naturally gorgeous as her, it made you feel quite insecure, really. But you obviously knew that wasn’t on her, might be more on John, actually, he’d always talk about blonde bombshells like Bridget Bardot or very dark feminine women like Sophia Loren, it always made you feel less than.

“Goodness, y/n, you look absolutely marvelous! He doesn’t know what he’s missing, I can tell you that for sure.” Pattie said, you decided to wear your favorite black, lace dress with a black shaw to match, you did feel iffy about knowing how tight it was, but you couldn’t help but feel pretty, that on top of the beautiful sparkling, white, necklace you had on as well John had bought you for your second wedding anniversary gift. If only he actually would pay attention to you, it’d be nice.

“I just don’t understand why he’s not even acknowledging me, as soon as we got here he went right over to Paul, letting go of my hand in an instant.” You said, trying not to let this ruin your night. You understood that it was ‘his’ night per say, but you at least deserved some sort of acknowledgment, right?

“Oh, y/n, I know just the trick. This worked perfectly the last time I did it with an ex of mine, just simply, do the same. Enjoy your night and don’t even bother with him, this is your night just as much as his.” Pattie said cheerfully, she always was the one to give the best pep talks. And just that you did, spending the rest of the party talking and hanging out with George and Pattie, and occasionally Ringo and Maureen.

And then, the after party came along, it had to have been around 12:00 or more in the morning, but nobody was letting up. You and Pattie decided to have a few drinks and start dancing to, surprisingly, your husbands music. “Twist and Shout” started to blare and you and Pattie started to do exactly that, dancing the night away. George and Pattie were dancing together gleefully and getting you involved whenever they could. That was, until Paul walked over to you, him and Jane were on a “break” so he said. So he all by himself, explains why he was with John and Brian basically the whole night.

“Hey, love! Where have you been? Me and John have been looking everywhere for you!” He said, practically yelling over the loud music.

“Oh, I was with George and Pattie, what’s wrong?” You said, John coming up behind Paul shortly after.

“Nothin-“ Paul was quickly shut down by John as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

“Fuck, love, you had me so worried, I thought you left without me, come on, we’re going home.” He said, as you basically pushed through a crowd of people and got into your car.

“John, why are we leaving? What is wrong?” You asked, John didn’t say a word. One hand was on the wheel, the other was clutched to your thigh. You had absolutely no idea what his deal was.

“John, if I made you mad I’m sorry but it just felt like you weren’t paying att-“

“As soon as we get inside that house I want you upstairs and ready for me. I couldn’t be around you because of that fucking dress, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Go on, now.” He demanded. You made sure as soon as he parked into the driveway you ran inside the house and went into your shared bedroom, quickly taking off your shaw and dress, along with your Mary Jane heels. You then made your way to your white, satin bed and slowly got underneath the sheets, waiting for him. Your heart race increased in anticipation as you heard him up the stairs, and heard the bedroom door open. And there stood John, his blazer gone to god knows where and his white button up unbuttoned. You couldn’t have asked for a better sight, if you’re gonna be honest, this is probably the best way to be repaid after being ignored the entire night.

“Come on, now, don’t start hiding from me.” He said as he quickly ripped the covers off your body, being completely exposed.

“There’s my pretty girl.” He cooed, making you blush. He was always a sweetheart when he wanted to be.

“John, I-“ you began to speak, but your mouth shut out of complete embarrassment. You were extremely nervous when it came to asking for what you want in bed.

“Hm? What was that, doll? You want something? What do you want, hm?” He teased, his fingers caressing your thighs, you knew you had to just let it out, but it was so hard for you and never understood why.

“I-um, I want you to turn me around this time.” You whispered, John gave a devious grin and took no time flipping you over, getting you on your hands and knees.

“Like this, birdie? You want me to be a little rough with you, dolly? Huh?” He said as he gave a harsh slap to your ass, making you gasp and jump in surprise. John giggled darkly at your reaction and began to un-do his pants, until he was completely naked.

“I’ve thought about you like this, y/n. You being all obedient for me, I love it. You’re such a good girl for me, a fucking dirty girl too.” He was such a good dirty talker, it made you begin to whimper and try to get any kind of friction you could get. John started to get the memo and didn’t even spend time to get you prepared by any sort of foreplay and just began to thrust himself inside you, not giving no time to adjust.

“AH, John!” You screamed as he pounded into you, his hand immediately coming to yank at your hair.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, cunts so fucking tight for me.” He grunted, his voice deeper then ever. It turned you on like never before, how just an hour ago you were being completely neglected by him and now, here you are, getting pounded into the mattress by your husband. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t worth it.

“J-john, w-wait! Slow down!” You cried out, John immediately stopped and pulled out.

“What, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He panted, you shook your head and turned to lay on your back.

“I guess I just missed seeing your face.” You said, out of breath and voice strained from moaning and yelling.

“Ahh, atta girl.” He replied as he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss as he thrusts back into, slower this time, just in case.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n, can’t imagine life without you.” He praised, as he kissed your face and neck, you smiled as you sighed happily, but not before turning into soft moans as he began to slowly pick up his pace.

“John, f-faster, I want to go faster, please.” You moaned out as John began to go harder, the obscene noises coming from your core filling the room.

“I love the sounds you make, christ, all fucking mine.” He groans, going as fast as he can at this point. Sweat is beginning to form on his forehead and body, same with you, as you continued to moan and cry out for him.

“John, I-I-“ you screamed out as you came all over him without warning, John just gave you a heartfelt smile and kissed your forehead.

“Fuck, I’m so close, I’m gonna fucking cum.” He moans out, you felt so overstimulated but you just couldn’t complain as long as you were making him feel good.

After about two more thrusts, he comes inside of you with a loud groan. He pulls out slowly and goes to grab towels for you to clean you up.

“There you are.” He chuckles as puts the towels in the wash and comes back to lay down with you as you slowly return to reality.

“John, I love you. But, do you promise you love me just as much as I love you?” You whisper, John kisses your lips and head in response.

“Y/n, I can promise you I have never loved anyone as much as I love you, it’ll stay that away. I can promise you that. I love you.” He assures, that was all you needed to drift you off into a deep, loving sleep.

OKAYYYY WOOOOO THERES A LONG ONE FOR ONCE WHOOP WHOOP I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED I HAD FUN WRITING THIS ONE I HOPE MY “SPICE” HAS IMPROVED!!!

#classic rock #classic rock imagines #george harrison #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #the beatles #john lennon x reader #the beatles x reader #60s #john lennon smut #the beatles smut

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undreaming-fanfiction · 1 year

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Play It Out (2)

Part 1

Eddie turned around and immediately let out a sound like a leaking party balloon when the corset dug into his sides. "Yeaaaah...that's not ideal."

Steve scoffed and ran his hand through his impressive mane. His...really, really impressive mane. Eddie thought he would have previously noticed if Steve's hair was this big, but apparently he hadn't. Or there was something very different...very wrong. Steve hasn't noticed yet. "You think? I can't believe that we survived another dimension, mind battling shit, monsters with no faces and a giant fucking smoke spider, and then we get what, sucked into a haunted VHS for kids?" He sighed deeply and shook his head. "Can it get any worse?"

"Um..." Eddie gave a nervous chuckle, staring above Steve's eyes, where the head shaking revealed...something. "I think it just has." Reaching out, he removed Steve's hands from that incredibly fluffy hair and ran his own fingers through it, seeking with his fingertips until... "Yeah, so...um. Were you by any chance hiding horns in that Hawkins-famous hairdo or are these new?"

The look of horror on Steve's face was priceless. "Oh you've got to be kidding me." Steve rushed to the nearest window to examine his reflection. And sure enough, a pair of impressive horns was peeking from the rich brown waves, not large enough to be visible all the way but enough to make him look like a... "Hey Eddie? Did you see what fairy tales were on that tape?"

Eddie, crumpled in his yellow gold dress on the ground and currently battling with the high heels that were firmly secured around his ankles, shook his head. "Nah, man. Not that I'd be able to tell. My old man wasn't exactly the 'bedtime story' type. But since I'm wearing the worst clothes in the history of humankind and some supernatural asshole twisted my hair into a bun, I'd say I'm a princess." He shook his head, valiantly tugging on the sparkly shoe. "The stuff I never thought I'd say."

"Great. Because surprise, my parents weren't big on fairy tales either. So we're going in blind again, how do you even survive in this...whatever this is, if we don't know what story it is?" Steve finally abandoned touching his horns and unsuccessfully tried to comb his hair over them. It only made them stand out more and if Eddie wasn't engaged in a battle of his life with an ankle strap, he would have laughed. He finally managed to tug both of his shoes off and flung them to the distance, bending at the waist to stand up, when he winced in pain.

"I think I broke a bone," wheezed Eddie and clutched his side. The smooth fabric of the corset was cool under his fingers and he frowned in disgust. Why the fuck was he the one in yellow when the color made him look like a scrawny canary? Meanwhile Steve was made for this bright yellow shiny monstrosity.

"What..." Steve looked horrified and immediately supported him, gently touching his abdomen, feeling a strange lump. "Shit, Eddie, that's bad, does it hurt?"

Eddie bit his lip, nodding. "Like a motherfucker," he muttered and pointed towards his back. "Can you get rid of this crap? Untie the corset? Like, five minutes ago?"

"Oh. Yeah, sure." His fingers quickly worked the corset open and gently tugged it loose, along with the upper part of the dress.

"Thank fuck." Eddie tore the offending piece of clothing from his chest, glaring daggers at it. It took him a while to notice that Steve was staring at his bare chest, concerned and...maybe a little flustered? Eddie would have liked to think so, but now he was too busy taking deep breaths. Small waists were overrated. "See anything you like, Harrington?"

Steve blinked, eyes still glued to Eddie's body. "What? Oh, no- well yes, but...sorry, what were you..." He took a step closer and gently laid his fingers onto Eddie's rib cage. "Where's that broken bone?"

"Uh...here?" Eddie waved the untied corset in Steve's face and, realizing the misunderstanding, laughed out loud. "Don't look at me like that, it was serious. Have you ever had a piece of plastic break and stab you right in your insides? Cheap clothes for a cheap fairy tale, I tell you!"

Steve visibly relaxed but he still punched his shoulder before adopting the oh so familiar angry mother stance. "Seriously, Munson, couldn't you have been a bit more specific? Just a little bit? Never scare me like that again, you hear me, I was this close to carrying you-"

His tirade was cut short by Eddie leaning into him and pressing his palm over Steve's mouth. They stood face to face, Eddie still with his hair tied back and only in the frilly white pantalettes since he managed to slip out of the skirt too. And maybe it would have been awkward, but Eddie's dark eyes were open wide as he leaned next to Steve's ear and whispered: "So, I don't want to freak you out even more, but I'm quiiite convinced a teacup just walked through the door."

Steve rolled his eyes and, when Eddie's hand didn't move, actually licked his palm. "Don't be ridiculous. It probably just rolled off a table or something," he said as Eddie nearly shrieked and proceeded to wipe his hand on the white fabric. "Maybe you haven't heard, but teacups can't walk-"

He was preparing to say more, to chastise Eddie for his ridiculous ideas. But then the door opened again and so did Steve's mouth, hanging open in comical surprise as a round teapot wobbled inside the door, rattling and calling in a high voice: "Dusty! Dusty, where did you go?"

Eddie crossed his arms and scoffed. "Yeah, Steve. Continue, I'm all ears about stuff that," he formed quotation marks in the air, "isn't possible."

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#steddie #steddie drabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things drabble #stranger things #and before you tell me there wouldn't be multiple movies on a single VHS #imagine like 30-40 min long shortened fairy tales for kids #as a series #also yes I know Beauty and the beast came out later #but guess what #this low budget version has talking stuff in the castle and yellow dresses too #because I said so #there

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verlaines-corner-archive · 1 year

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as we’ve talked a lot abt before, fyodor is gonna be super reserved and take a long time to warm up to his partner but once he does he is so clingy and pathetic little man

he’ll get so clingy sometimes and demand cuddles and will get so whiny when you get up even just to go to the bathroom or get some water like why do u have to leave :( he’s attached to you like a starfish and is not afraid to whine about it

just for funsies even if it’s not the most canon i like to imagine him kinda pathetic if he’s sick with just a common cold just being so dramatic and basically act like he’s on his death bed when he just has the sniffles. he has a fever 1 degree above normal and he’s begging you to hand feed him soup and give him sponge baths

he shows his vulnerable and less dignified side to you and that side is very pathetic wet rat meow meow

Absolutely! It takes Fyodor a long while to even really become proper friends with you, to start seeing you as something beyond what you can provide him. And then for an actual relationship and then all the time it takes to get used to affection and so on? Yeah, you need the patience of a saint.

But yes, as we have discussed before he is pathetic rat meow meow scrunk once he gets comfortable. Fyodor is, as seen in canon, a very playful man at times. And while this often comes out in a more mature manner it can, at times, manifest in an almost childish manner, whining when you don’t give him what he deems to be ‘sufficient’ attention. It definitely kind of hurts his ego the first few times, but once he sees that you like it and it gets him want he wants [that being your affection] he’ll absolutely play into it.

And yeaaaah, he’s definitely whiny when cuddling. Every time you get up he makes some jab about how you so obviously enjoy the company of the fridge more than you do him, which leads to the almost ooc threat of him saying he’ll ignore you if you leave, because you obviously don’t want his company at all [he’s just trying to get you to ask for his attention so he can give it to you without seeming too needy] [it is very obvious what he’s doing].

And I agree with the sickness one actually haha.

I think at first Fyodor very much denies ever being sick. He could be sitting at his laptop looking like the embodiment of death, running the highest fever known to man, but will still have the audacity to deny anything is wrong at all. Which makes the change even funnier, once he realises that “oh hey being taken care of is nice” then yeah, he is such a fucking whinger.

Though he’s not the most over the top about it in the way that say, Kolya would be, he’s mainly just very grumpy and passive aggressive, and though he acts like the world is ending and he’s dying it’s in a comedically serious manner.

His vulnerable side is so sweet I love him

#✧ library shelves ✧#darling flo ♡#silly billy #bsd #bsd fyodor #bsd x reader #fyodor x reader

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scrufflesksunnide · 5 months

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MISC/OC BIOS:

"Jam" (Class Unknown)

Age: 11 Likes: Their Younger Brother, Spears, Bombs... uhhhh, has a bit of an odd liking to weapons... and oh of course Berries Dislikes: Snails... that's it? that's literally it? nothing else just snails?? "Given the fortune to be more stable enough to be in the normal world, they are taken in by the likes of Enot and Survivor as their child along with their Sibling, They are still young and pure... okay maybe not "pure"." "Jam is quite the little troublemaker! They will do anything to fight the next mean red lizard they see, it has helped Survivor a few times actually! But under all of that trouble is a goofy sibling who just wants to have fun, they may not know what's going on yet, but something tells me that they can be something great when they grow up. Oddly enough, they can grow fruit from their body, no body knows how or why but they can be pretty good at keeping the food count just a bit more higher, even if them spawning fruit is at random. Jam is passion and shares the same amount of stubbor- I mean, determination as Enot." "Popcorn" (Class Unknown)

Age: 7 Likes: Popcorn, Popcorn, and finally, Popcorn... Oh and they also like flowers and their family :DDD Dislikes: Cyan Lizards, Water, the color Green. (We had to change the color of the Likes text because they wouldn't stop crying, Green scares them... Saint has to change color in order to even step foot in Survivor's Home.) "After being in a normal world for once, They... do not seem to be super interested as long as they get popcorn plants. They do enjoy the change of pace though, and despite their simple minded nature, they just like their sibling, are a ticking time bomb of chaos waiting to happen." "Popcorn can produce popcorn directly from their tail! They usually don't eat it as the taste of their own popcorn is more buttery, while everyone else likes it, Popcorn does not, therefore they ask to get normal popcorn instead whenever there's the chance. They are not as fight focused as their sibling, they are a little more relaxed but still just as goofy as their sibling, they often to not react to pain at all. They also are a bit clumsy and overall just not focused at all at what's happening around them but are still curious about it all, they are a lil air-headed. They share much of the same child-like wonders as Monk and Survivor in their childhood years." "Hunter JR"/"JR"

Age: For as long as Hunter has had their Rot. Likes: Red Lizard meat, rocks, warmth. Dislikes: Other Rot, Vultures, Spiders... yeah I don't blame you on that one. "After being split from Hunter's body, a new life takes form... At first Hunter was not sure on what to make of their rot being more... lively, more child-like. But after sometime, Hunter got attached. And with their abilities and cooperation, Hunter JR became more than just a rot that day, they became the only rot that could." "Their characteristics are almost of that of Hunter's but more child-like and curious. Almost like ALL of hunter's childhood memories were just put into JR completely! Pure but still willing to kick ass! They are not infectious like most rot are, a lot more expressive than rot are, and are huggable and squishy! If Hunter is the Hero, then JR is the sidekick! They cannot see color like Hunter, HOWEVER, they can see heat! and in a weird way, can tell whos a friend and who's an enemy just by that heat alone! They usually like to cling onto people they like, usually Spearmaster... Fun fact: How Spearmaster even knew Hunter had a crush on them was because of how affectionate JR is to Spearmaster specifically, JR reflects off of Hunter's emotions too so... yeaaaah to say the least, Hunter was a bit embarrassed okay not even a bit, VERY embarrassed. Despite that, JR means well and their only instinct is to help Hunter in need."

More MISC/OCS to come soon!

#rain world #rain world downpour #echos of time au #rain world oc

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tosteur-gluteal · 3 months

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🐈‍⬛: So, now all we have to do is waiting for The Maverick (ugh.) to show up.

🐈‍⬛: At your signal, boss.

AYYYY I was experimenting with the angles here! Well, my main focus was getting a cool shot, in concept. And yes, most of the action in this au WILL happen at night simply for the ✨aesthetic✨

And yes, Ladybug's front piece is not accurate. I have no excuse I just forgot. Curse you, Tosteur, curse you !!

And yeaaaah background is simplistic.

I wanna go to Paris just so I can get some inspirations for the backgrounds dbdjndbd

So yeah!!! Tell me what you think!!

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avionvadion · 3 months

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Part Five of "I have no self control so here ya go"

Warning: El isn’t affected by the song magic in Hell/Heaven so she ends up singing whatever songs she knows from her time on earth. In this chapter, it's "Follow Me" and "Can We Make This Work".

They stood in silence for quite some time after Lucifer finished singing, the instruments dying away as softly as his voice.

When the silence finally broke, it was by the King of Hell himself, who was staring down at the snake tattoo with such conflicted eyes. “I… I can’t act as your husband- contract be damned. But…” He looked at Eleanora, giving her a teary-eyed smile. “I can be your friend. I won’t let anything or anyone in Hell hurt you. Just call my name, and I’ll be there. The pattern on your finger will summon me.”

“…O-Okay. I, um…”

Eleanora looked uncomfortable, to Lucifer’s surprise. He watched her shuffle her feet, her cheeks a bright red and her eyes puffy from crying as hard as she did.

“I can’t… act as your wife, so… that works. I-I can do friendship, though! Friendship is… good. But, uh…”

“Yes?” He asked softly, squeezing her hands. “What is it?”

She tugged her hands out of his, covering the tattoo on her left ring finger as she gave him a bit of a dirty look. “Did you have to break my phone!?”

Ah. Yes. That. “W-Well, I mean, it was clearly hurting you-“

“That was my only connection to Earth!” Eleanora cried. Lucifer flinched, lips curling back as he pulled away to rub his neck. “I-I don’t have any other way to see if my siblings are okay!”

“Chances are you aren’t ever gonna see ‘em again, Ellie.” Lucifer stated, and he tried to ignore the slight guilt he felt upon seeing the sheer pain that flashed across her face. He knew he was being a bit harsh, but it was a truth she needed to come to terms with. God was punishing her for a reason, and that reason was because she was doomed from the start. “It’s… It’s best to forget about them. You can always make a new family down here, like I did.”

“…Yeah, except, in case you’ve already forgotten-“ She snapped her left hand up, pointing dramatically at her ring finger. “I’m married to you now! You and Charlie are literally my new family!”

“Ah, yeaaaah, that’s…” Ahem. Whoops. “My bad. I-I phrased things wrong… but hey! It’ll work out! Maybe. Charlie seems to like you well enough.”

Eleanora froze, her eyes growing wide. She stared at Lucifer in horror. “No… oh, no, no, no! We are not telling Charlie what happened!” She waved her hands in the air, crossing her arms over her chest in an X. “We are not telling Charlie we accidentally married each other!”

Lucifer thought about it, wondering what the problem was- it was just an accident, these things happen sometimes- before realizing that maybe Charlie wouldn’t take the news of her estranged father unintentionally remarrying to the cute human she took in under her wing when she’s still processing the divorce.

That isn’t why Eleanora was saying that, of course, but he didn’t know that.

Lucifer himself also wasn’t taking his divorce well, and remarrying was quite frankly the last thing on his mind, but it just happened and he was going to have to deal with it. Unfortunately, that also meant figuring out what to tell Charlie.

Dread pooled in the pit of his stomach and he brought his hands up to his face, starting to panic. “So… what? What do we tell her? We just have matching tattoos on our ring fingers? Ha! Haha! Like that'll go over well!”

“It’s just- It’s just-! Okay, look.” Eleanora ruffled her hair, pacing in circles for a moment, before moving to stand in front of Lucifer, holding her hands out. “Breathe! Okay? We got this. We’ll just… tell her it’s part of the deal we made! Kinda like the pact mark, but it goes both ways!”

“…It does go both ways.”

Eleanora paused. “Huh?”

Lucifer was rather flustered as he grabbed the rim of his hat, trying to hide his face with it. “It’s a… marking forged through a magical contract. Should you call my name, I’ll appear, but… should I call your name… you’ll appear. A two way summon.”

“…Oh.” She made a face. “Huh. I guess… that makes sense. Okay.”

“Yeah…”

“So that’s it then!” Lucifer blinked and lifted his head upon hearing Eleanora’s exclamation, the human clapping her hands together with a big grin. “That’s what we’ll tell Charlie! It’s the result of our deal- so you can summon me whenever you need assistance with… whatever, and so I can summon you if I’m ever about to be attacked! And it’s… on the left ring finger, because it’s closest to the heart!”

She has no idea if that was fact or just a superstition, but that’s what she was going to go with.

Lucifer was stunned. “Wowie, that’s a… wow. You really just made that super simple.”

She winked and flashed him another finger gun. “You’re~ welcome! Now, uh…”

Eleanora sniffled and rubbed at her face, grimacing.

“You don’t… happen to have a bathroom nearby I can borrow real quick, do you? Charlie and Vaggie will freak if they see my puffy eyes, so~ I’d kinda like to wash my face? Pretty please?” Her gaze drifted to the ground, and biting her lip she knelt down, picking up the shattered pieces of her phone. She choked up when she grabbed the case. It was miraculously undamaged. “Thanks for… not destroying this, at least. It’s…”

Eleanora lowered her head, a lump caught in her throat.

“It’s a gift. Was a gift. From… my oldest sister.” She turned the case over, gazing at the blue flowers, white owls, purple berries, and forget-me-nots that decorated it. An emptiness settled in her chest, heart already yearning for the texts she had once dreaded. “I’m still… mad, but… thanks for not destroying this, at least.”

Lucifer observed her for a moment, before kneeling down beside her. He reached out to pick up a shard of glass, his voice quiet. “Father was punishing you.”

Eleanora lifted her gaze, curious where he was going with this.

“You aren’t supposed to be down here in Hell. And then, on top of it all, you made a pact with my daughter… a Hellborn.”

The devil king shifted the glass between his thumb and forefinger, catching sight of the brunette’s reflection.

He looked up at her. “Had you been an Angel, Father would have tossed you down here like he did me. But he couldn’t; so, as you’re a human, he went for the next best thing…” Lucifer scooped up more glass and held it out to the woman, who was staring down at it with furrowed brows and pained, understanding eyes. “By tormenting you with what you love most. To make you regret coming to Hell, for not dying upon arrival.”

Eleanora’s lips curled back, her jaw clenching tight, and then she turned away, holding her phone case close to her chest. Lucifer tilted his hand and let the shards of glass fall, before waving a hand and erasing them in a small blast of golden flame.

He stood, but not without offering a hand out to the woman- who startled and gazed up at him with those big doe brown eyes of her. Lucifer almost found himself getting lost in them until she set her hand in his.

Snapping out of his daze, he tugged her onto her feet and then turned away, coughing awkwardly into his fist. “So~! Uh… haha… ahem. You wanted to wash your face? This way, Little Blue!”

“Oi-“

“Ellie!” Lucifer quickly corrected himself, marching through the room and towards the intricately designed double doors. Picking up his cane along the way, he waved it and the doors swung open. The short king gestured with a flourish to the hall outside. “Follow~ me!”

“Follow, follow, follow,” She mumbled, dragging her feet, “but the truth is hard to swallow…”

“What’s that?” The man asked, beaming at her.

Eleanora shrugged, looking quite tired. “Just a song.”

“Ah.” Lucifer brightened. “I like songs!”

She almost snorted, walking by him and then beside him as he began to guide her through the castle. “Not this one. It’s pretty~ messed up. It’s about a guy in purple who kills a bunch of kids, stuffs them inside animatronic suits, and then dies in a springlock suit himself after their ghosts come back to haunt him.”

The look Lucifer gave her then, disturbed in every sense of the word, was utterly delightful. He literally leaned away from her to stare at her in horror. “Why were you singing that!?”

“Because.” She grinned. “It’s called, Follow Me. Also, it’s catchy.”

He stuck his lips out, scrunching up his face. “I can’t believe we’re married now.”

Eleanora just held her hands up in the air, before waving them goofily and raising her eyebrows as she started casually singing, back marching a circle around him. “Follow me! Then you’ll see~! Follow, follow, follow, follow, but the truth is hard to swallow~ follow me! Then you’ll see!” She jumped back and pointed at him. “Follow, follow, follow, follow! Follow me, see a nightmare in action!”

At that last part, she very quickly moved her arms in a robotic dance. Body bent sideways, she looked up at Lucifer, anticipating a reaction, letting her arm swing and hang, and burst into rambunctious laughter upon seeing his dumbfounded expression.

Hand to her lips, she continued giggling, snorting a couple times in her laughing fit. “Y-Your face-! Pfft- ahaha! Oh, that’s priceless. Ahaha!”

Lucifer turned around, scowling, tapping his cane against the ground as he walked. “Five minutes in and I already want a divorce…”

“Ha!” Stifling her laughter, she chased after him. “How do you think I feel!?”

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, and despite his better judgment… he smiled. Lucifer’s lips tugged up into a fond grin, and he rolled his eyes at her as they turned a corner. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Well, shucks, I’m so glad you noticed!”

“Believe me, I wish I didn’t.”

“Ha!”

They walked a bit longer, and then Eleanora’s feet began to slow. Noticing she was falling behind, Lucifer came to a halt. Looking over his shoulder, he paused, turning to see what had caught her attention only to flinch.

Right. They were in that hall.

The one where the walls were covered in portraits of him and his ex wife, Lilith. An extremely tall and curvaceous beauty, with long flowing blonde hair and piercing silver eyes. For thousands upon thousands of years they were together, spending an eternity in Hell, serving their unfair punishment together, and now… she was gone. Lucifer was alone.

“She’s pretty.” Eleanora commented, looking unsure of what else to say.

Well, maybe not alone, but…

“You’re prettier, though.”

Lucifer’s eyes went as wide as they could go and he whipped his head around, alarmed and very much baffled by what he just heard. “Excuse me!? Wh-What did you just-!? You did not just say that. Did you?”

The brunette shrugged, shoving her hands into her pockets so she wouldn’t flail them around while talking. “What? It’s true. She’s gorgeous, buuut…” Eleanora tilted her head, eying him and glancing up at the photo and then looking back at him. “Not as gorgeous as you.”

Lucifer gaped. “Do… Do you need glasses?”

“Um, no. Do you need a mirror?” He just squinted an eye and raised a brow, gazing at her in utter disbelief. Eleanora huffed and let out a sigh, before resting a hand on her waist and moving the other about in the air. “Okay… listen. I don’t… I don’t know what caused the divorce, I don’t intend on asking about it, I know it’s a sensitive subject. But… my good sir, seriously, you are gorgeous.”

She fixed him with a look and Lucifer blinked, taken aback by the intensity of her gaze. He could feel his cheeks burn a little, his heart simultaneously aching and thumping at her next words.

“If… it was in any way her who brought up the talks first, then… I’m sorry, but she done messed up.” Eleanora gestured to him, baffled by Lilith’s decision. “You’re gorgeous. You also love your daughter- which one would think would be an obvious thing for a father to do, but you’d be surprised, so it’s actually really nice to see and honestly it kinda makes me respect you more, and from what I’ve learned this past week you’re also just a pretty decent person in general. It’s her loss.”

Lucifer closed his eyes, pain flitting across his features, before he found himself looking up at one of the portraits again. “You say that, but… all I feel is the loss of her. I-“

He bit his bottom lip, then sighed.

“I don’t think this is going to work, Ellie. I don’t…” Lucifer shook his head, turning to face her. “I think… we should forget the contract. I’ll help you survive Hell as long as you help me with Charlie, but… everything else…”

Eleanora’s brown eyes bore into his for a moment. She slowly looked up at a portrait of Lilith and Lucifer. Her brows furrowed, and she hesitated before looking down at the phone case in her hands.

Her thumb brushing against the details on the back, she took a deep breath and quietly began, “How could I be~ oh, so naive? Foolishly thinking there’s more to this life for me...”

The devil king snapped his head up, surprised.

“Two broken hearts… right from the start~ watching the dreams that we have as they fall apart.” Eleanora ruffled her hair, starting to look more at ease with randomly singing as she moved to face Lucifer, lowering her hand and walking over to him only to stop and stand beside him, her back facing his as she cradled the phone case close to her chest. “This will~ never~ work, even trying feels insane…”

She glanced at him from over her shoulder, and Lucifer’s red eyes widened, growing misty at the pure despair that wrote across her face.

“This will~ only~ hurt, don’t you feel the same?”

“…I feel it, too.” He stated softly, singing over his shoulder from beside her. “But what can I do? I’m just the devil who’s trapped in this Hell with you.” At that, a thought came to mind, tearing through the heartache as he observed her and her fragile, barely-held-together self. Lucifer didn’t want the divorce with his ex wife; he still loved her deeply, and it crushed most of what little life remained in him. But Eleanora wasn’t Lilith. “Maybe with time~ something will change~?”

She was a human, but… not a fallen one.

Perhaps she will be, if things continue as they have and they can’t get her back home. If that’s the case, then she’ll be trapped here forever- just like him- and without a way to break the contract- a way that doesn’t involve hurting his little girl- then divorce wasn’t exactly an option with her. Lucifer and Eleanora would be bound for the rest of eternity- not by love, but by oath.

“Making the best of this might be the only way!” Cane tapping against the floor, hands gripping the apple-shaped handle, Lucifer turned to face the brunette fully, his red eyes lighting up with a determination that wasn’t there previously. “Can we~ make this~ work~?”

At his words, Eleanora turned her head to meet his stare, the pain in her eyes so similar to his own, yet different all the same. When she sang next, it was with him, their voices blending surprisingly well despite Eleanora’s struggle to keep her voice and volume steady enough to match his. “Even trying feels insane!”

“Maybe,” Lucifer continued, lips curling back, “when it~ hurts…”

“We’ll be worth the pain!”

No sooner had they finished the line did Eleanora storm past him, hands moving about in a frustrated fashion, her right one gripping the phone case tight.

A desperation rooted itself in her voice, followed closely by a barely restrained anger. “There are too many questions~! Too little time! Too much to ask for~ the rest~ of my~ life!”

“It’s a mountain~ too high to climb!” Lucifer agreed with her, watching her as she paced the hall and stopped, her back facing him once more- yet, this time, the devil king wasn’t turned away from her. Lucifer was looking right at her. “Too many voices~ filling me with doubt~! Can you hear them now…?”

Eleanora lowered her head, letting out a defeated sigh, before looking back at the short king. “It’s hard to have faith…“

“It’s hard to believe~!” Lucifer sang, slowly walking towards her upon seeing her completely turn around, her feet walking in time to the beat as they approached one another. When their gazes met, a mutual kind of misery was realized, the empathy they held for each other far stronger than it should be due to their unique situation.

Together, they sang, “Our future holds more~ than what we can see!”

“We have to trust,” Eleanora lamented, “what we don’t understand…”

Lucifer and Eleanora stopped directly in front of one another, disdain for their fates clear in their voices. “It could be a part of God’s plan!”

“Can we~?” Lucifer gripped his cane tightly with both hands, lips pulling back in a tight frown.

Eleanora’s eyes welled up with tears. “Can we~?”

“Make this~!”

“Work? I know trying feels insane!”

Lucifer hesitated, then offered out a hand towards the brunette, who startled at the sight of it. She clearly wasn’t expecting him to reach out to her first. “Maybe~?”

“Maybe…” She hesitantly reached out, resting her hand in his.

“When it~!” His fingers coiled around hers, squeezing them gently, and Eleanora inhaled sharply.

“When it…”

“Hurts~!”

“We’ll be worth the pain!”

The human woman lifted her head, her gaze meeting Lucifer’s own, and a silent conversation passed between them, an understanding of each other’s situation and the feelings they held towards it settling in their hearts. Eleanora’s lips curled back, and Lucifer offered her a small, if not pitiful, smile.

“Can we~ make thiiiiiis~ woooork~?” They asked, staring into each other’s eyes, searching for some kind of sign. “Can we~ make thiiiiis~ wooooork~!?”

Eleanora ended the song a little bit earlier than Lucifer, unused to holding such long notes, and she breathed heavily as he softened his gaze and smiled at her, his expression sad yet accepting.

She froze when he tugged her forward, wrapping his arms around her in a sudden hug.

Her senses were immediately bombarded with the scent of coffee and sweets- specifically, something almost like… caramel popcorn? Or, wait, no- caramel apples, maybe? He was eating caramel coated peanuts earlier.

She kind of liked it.

Oh, wait, frick- hug!

Does she hug back? She probably should, shouldn’t she?

A little confused and more than just a bit awkward at the abrupt embrace, Eleanora tentatively wrapped her arms around the King of Hell’s waist and tensed, freezing up when she felt him bury his face in the exposed curve of her neck. She could feel what she was certain was tears against her skin, his hair tickling her skin just slightly. Lucifer was holding her so tight she knew there’d be no pushing him away.

But…

She didn’t really want to push him away. This feels like something she definitely shouldn’t be doing, but… it was nice. Warm. Eleanora sorely needed a hug, and while she was fond of Charlie and Vaggie they just… didn’t quite understand. Lucifer did, though. He’s gone through the same thing. And… he clearly needed a hug just as bad as she did.

His waist was much more snatched than she was expecting, but she coiled her arms around him and his back and gave him a firm squeeze, curling her lips back as she rested her head against his. Her voice was weak as she choked out, “You smell like candy.”

“You smell like the hotel.” Was Lucifer’s strangled retort, the man barely able to make himself speak. “Those rooms are in serious need of a good clean.”

“Oh, thanks!” Eleanora laughed, hiccuping a little in her emotional state. She felt him hold her tighter, and she rested her chin on his shoulder. “I don’t wanna smell like an attic, either, y’know. Charlie worked real hard to get the hot water running. Just be glad I can shower.”

“Hmph.” Lucifer held onto her for a minute longer before begrudgingly letting go, pulling back and rubbing his eyes, not quite meeting her stare. “You’re ridiculous.”

She just grinned, leaning over with her hands on her waist. “Says you! You’re totally quackers!”

Lucifer froze, the joke taking a second to register, and when it did he looked up- not at all bothered by how close their faces were, although Eleanora’s face was a bit pink upon noticing after he turned to face her. His lips tried to tilt downwards, but in the end they spread in a large toothy smile, his fangs in full view. “Ha! That one was actually good!”

“So you’re finally acknowledging I’m hilarious?”

“Oh, well, I wouldn’t go that far.” He teased, waving his cane and tapping her shoulder with it before walking through the hall again, the brunette following after him. “I still think you’re just a touch off.”

She made a face. “Bah. You’re just jealous of my incredible puns.”

“Mmhm.” Lucifer raised his eyebrows, thoroughly amused, glancing to the side to see her walking beside him. “If that’s what you want to believe, I’ll allow it.”

Eleanora sputtered, but wasn’t able to come up with a retort before Lucifer came to a halt in front of a pair of very elegant double doors that had a golden apple engraved in its wood. She looked up at it with big eyes, as if finally remembering she was in the King of Hell’s castle, before looking at the devil himself when he snapped his fingers, facing her with a grin.

“Here ya go, Ellie. I’ll, uh… wait for you out here.”

“I’m just washing my face.” She said, furrowing her brows, before watching as he stepped to the side and leaned against the wall, cane held with both hands. “...O-Okay. Thank you. I’ll… try to be quick.”

He nodded at her, and Eleanora entered the massive bathroom, closing the doors behind her. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, leaning back against the doors as she pressed a hand to her chest.

Eleanora needed to calm the frick down. Taking a few deep breaths, she lowered her gaze to the case in her hand, her lips drawing into a thin line. Heart dropping heavily into her stomach, she sighed and tucked it into her pocket, slowly coming to terms with the fact that she wouldn’t be able to read anymore of her siblings messages.

It had been… cruel of Lucifer to break her phone without asking her, but she understood why he did it.

Reading them, day after day, was eating away at her, threatening to break her mind and crush her spirit. By breaking the phone, Lucifer was sparing her from further torment- saving her from the day the messages would stop appearing. It was a mercy. A cruel mercy, perhaps, but… still a mercy.

She dragged her feet over to the ridiculously fancy sink and turned on the faucet, holding her fingers under it and waiting for the water to heat up. The brunette splashed her face and rubbed her eyes, sniffling, only to pause and lift up her left hand, eying the snake and thorny ring that had coiled around her ring finger.

I’m… never going to make it back home, am I?

Eleanora is going to be trapped in Hell forever. Even if she somehow made it back home, she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what happened- or what she’s been through. Her parents would either disown her or toss her to a mental hospital, and her siblings would just think she had been so traumatized she started making up stories in an attempt to rationalize what happened to her.

I… behaved all my life. Sure, she may have been a bit angry as a child due to the mistreatment she suffered at the hands of her relatives, but she’s never hurt anyone. She never hurt herself. I didn’t drink, I didn’t… do drugs, I never… did anything.

Yet she’s now married to the devil.

She’s now living in Hell.

Eleanora genuinely has no idea where she went wrong.

Is it… because I did no wrong?

Like Lucifer had said, others made their choices and now the two of them are stuck here in Hell. They might have made a couple mistakes along the way, but they never did anything wrong. Not really. He had been looked down upon, dismissed, abandoned, and when he tried to prove his ideas had merit Heaven completely discarded him. Eleanora was just existing, barely living day-to-day as her health issues brought her down, simply trying to keep breathing. She didn’t give into pressure or greed. She merely… existed.

Vaggie said… it was a reverse summoning circle, so…

Sure, she may not have been a saint, but she may have been just Good enough that things backfired on her, dragging her down here. The demon spun a roulette wheel, and of the Good humans it was Eleanora that got shot out and dropped into Hell.

I need another look at the contract.

Eleanora splashed her face one more time, trying to rub the puffiness out of her eyes, before drying off her face and taking a deep breath, gathering her courage to go back outside. She closed the doors behind her as quietly as she could, nearly jumping at the sight of Lucifer staring at her, the man having stood up straight when he saw her walk out. “I-I’m done. You… wanna go wash your face, too, or…?”

He blinked, then gave a tired shrug, letting out a small yawn as he walked by her to enter the bathroom. The doors closed, and then about two minutes later he walked back out, fixing his hat. “Let’s go back to my office. We still have some things to talk about… I think.”

“You mean about the contract?”

Lucifer waved a hand. “We need to go over it closely. Figure out what all the rules are.”

Ah.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what I was thinking.” She folded her arms over her chest as she walked with the short king, tilting her head thoughtfully. Lucifer looked oddly amused when he glanced over at her. “I thought it sounded a little weird when I read it, but I thought maybe I was just overthinking it? Because, like, I mean, how would I know how magical contracts work? But nope! It was weird! And now we’re… here.”

Eleanora gestured to the two of them and huffed.

“I wanna know exactly what the terms are. We’re gonna have to read this bull in the most literal sense ever. I think I know which line screwed us over, too!”

“Ooh~!” Lucifer let out a small whistle and eyed her closely, intrigued. “Do you?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, movements stiff but firm. Eleanora was confident in her theory. “It’s the one where you said I’d help you look after Charlie. I think you combined it into one sentence with the whole “providing me a comfortable life” bit. Oh! Wait! We’re here! Let’s go, let’s go!”

Eleanora rushed forward upon spotting familiar doors, pulling one back by the handle and keeping it wide open for Lucifer, holding an arm out and gesturing with a bow and a flourish for him to enter.

“Your~ Majesty!”

The blond king laughed, grin a little crooked as he dipped down and tipped his hat at her. “Why, thank you! How kind of you, Miss Ellie.”

“Aw, shucks.” She waved a hand at him, acting like she was super touched by his words. “Just happy to help.”

Lucifer snickered, and Eleanora joined in on the laughter as she followed him into the room. To her surprise, he proceeded to pull out a chair for her to sit down in, now choosing to be the one to gesture dramatically to the seat. “M’lady.”

Eleanora feigned a gasp, fanning her face and walking over to sit in the seat, praying her theatrics disguised how flustered she actually was at him joining in with her silliness. “My good sir! What a gentleman! Truly, such a fine specimen of man you are.”

“Specimen!?” He choked, a strangled laugh on his lips. “Goodness, I’ve never heard that saying before!”

“Wait, really?” Eleanora watched him take a seat across from her, Lucifer snapping his fingers and preparing them another pot of fresh hot tea. She watched with big eyes as a kettle appeared and began to boil in midair, before pouring into the tea leaves and filling the elephant teapot in a matter of seconds. With a wave of his index finger, the kettle vanished and the teapot landed on the table, and then he was pouring her another cup. “I mean, I guess that makes sense…”

Lucifer hummed, handing her the saucer and cup, before pouring himself a cup and adding a few sugar cubes and some milk into it. “Does this have something to do with the men in your country being, ah…” He scrunched up his face, lifting his cup to his lips, setting his cane to the side and wiggling his fingers at her. “”Morons and playboys”, was it?”

“And creeps.” She added, awkwardly taking a few sugar cubes for herself and stirring them in. Eleanora refused to meet his gaze. “Abusive jerks who like to manipulate and torment and cheat on their partners. It’s a whole thing. Anyways.”

Eleanora tapped the spoon against the teacup to get rid of the last few droplets before setting it down on a napkin, looking up at the devil king with a blatantly forced smile.

“The contract?”

Lucifer waved his hand and the contract appeared in a burst of golden light. It floated onto the table. Eleanora was quick to get up and move so she could stand beside a surprised Lucifer, figuring they should read it together.

“Dadada~ uh-huh…” The brunette leaned over the table, much like she had done when she was helping him at the desk yesterday when he was trying to write the letter for his daughter. Lucifer tensed, eyes wide at the close proximity and the view of her exposed neck and collarbone.

It baffled him how unaware she seemed to be of her own attractiveness, because she had absolutely no qualms getting so close to him and posing in such ways that would tempt a lesser person.

Lucifer forced himself to turn his head and watch as she ran a finger across the parchment. “Aha! Knew it! See here?”

He blinked and sat up a bit straighter, leaning forward to read the line she was pointing at.

“”For as long as the human, Eleanora, remains in Hell, she shall help Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, look after his daughter, Charlie Morningstar, and he shall guarantee her safety and make her life as comfortable as is within his power”.”

Lucifer squinted, frowning deeply. He looked up to see Eleanora leaning against the table, one hand on her hip while she raised her right index finger in the air, looking quite proud that her theory was right.

“I mean, the phrase, “help him look after his daughter”?” She said, raising her brows. “Practically screams co-parenting. Who usually co-parents? Married couples! Not to mention the whole, ”make her life as comfortable as is within his power” bit. Might as well just be inviting me to move in with you! Y’know. Like a man would his potential wife?”

“And… you didn’t think to mention any of this when I asked you to read it?”

Eleanora faltered then, her cheeks burning red, and she stammered, looking quite embarrassed and a little ashamed of herself. “I-I told you, I thought it was weird but-! I don’t know! How was I supposed to know it’d screw us over!? Besides, you’re the one wrote it!”

“You could’ve said something!” He exclaimed, standing up, his palms against the table.

“L-Like what!?” Eleanora demanded, leaning back, mildly intimidated when he moved closer, his right hand rather close to her hip. “”Hey, Mister King, this contract sounds like you’re asking me to marry you”!?”

Lucifer sputtered. His porcelain white face was red. “I-It- yes!? No!? Maybe! Just… something!”

“Okay! “Hey, Your Majesty”!” She turned to face him, sarcasm dripping from her tongue in her frustration, her stress getting the best of her after the day she’s had. The woman stepped closer so their chests were almost touching. It was Lucifer’s turn to lean back, flustered by the proximity. “”Maybe you should rephrase that statement! It sounds suspiciously like a marriage proposal”!”

“It wasn’t intentional!” Lucifer’s voice raised in a panicked growl, and Eleanora yelped when she found herself being pinned against the table, the King of Hell having lunged forward, his irises flashing yellow and his sclera red.

His hands on either side of her prevented escape, and she struggled to remain standing, elbows propped up and her poor feet forced on their toes. Eleanora was breathing heavily, chest heaving as she gazed up at him with big eyes.

Lucifer’s face was as red as her own, one of his legs having gotten tangled between hers from the sudden movement. For as close as they’ve gotten while singing, it had never been quite like this. “I… I was just…”

Fuck.

Lucifer blinked, realizing he could feel the heat from her body radiating against his and what position they were in. His mouth felt dry, and it took all his self-control to keep his eyes focused on her own. It truly felt like another type of punishment, he must admit, after being alone for so long and suddenly tossed into a situation like this. He was depressed, he was lonely, and while he wanted to find a friend in this human there was no denying he wanted her.

There was no love here- a growing fondness, perhaps… but not love. What Lucifer felt was pure lust. A desire for touch and for contact. To have this human for himself, and to bask in the warmth and comfort she gave.

And he hated himself for it.

“D-Distracted…”

He was supposed to be the sin of pride, yet so much of his pride has been crushed, and now he’s fallen so low, so desperate for affection and attention, that he’s lusting for this random human who fell into his accursed home and whom he ended up trapped in a marriage contract with.

Oh.

Did Lucifer do this? Was it actually intentional?

Maybe not to the point where he wanted them to be bound together in marriage, but intentional enough so he could keep someone by his side? He didn’t think much of Eleanora when they first met, other than finding it absolutely ridiculous that a human ended up in Hell, but she always answered his calls no matter the time of day and always answered his questions. She offered him advice, and even after he abducted her in a panic she genuinely tried to help him.

She comforted him, encouraged him, and gave him confidence when he wanted to run away.

After Lucifer went home, the letter delivery and even dinner with Charlie going well, he immediately started trying to set things up for the human woman- absorbed in the distraction and lost in the work. He spent all night trying to figure out how to set up the room for when Charlie came over, and whether or not he should make a contract with Eleanora to guarantee her safety.

He had been so tired when he called the human the next morning, but was so delighted when she picked up.

All he could think about while writing the contract was how much he was starting to enjoy having company again, and how he wanted it to last. How he was… dreading sending her back to the hotel.

Her stare had been so intense, too, watching him closely as he spoke and wrote the details of their deal. He found himself saying some rather flirtatious things in his exhaustion, not really thinking it through, simply lost in those big doe brown eyes of hers.

Now she was… trapped.

Lucifer trapped her.

Shit.

He opened his mouth to speak, but found his voice had left him. Eleanora was frozen beneath him, practically holding her breath as she waited to see what he was going to say or do. She was like a deer cornered by a giant serpent, caged in its massive tail and staring down its fangs, eyes wide, preparing herself to face whatever fate was in store for her.

She claimed he was one of the “good ones”, but…

Was he really?

Lucifer forced himself to pull back, movements stiff and awkward as he lifted his hands and stepped back. “F-Forget it. I didn’t- ahem. How would you know? Haha! You are just a human. You wouldn’t know how deals o-or magic or… about how anything works down here, really!” He rubbed his neck with one hand, and fiddled with his bowtie and collar with his other. “S-So, forget about it. It’s fine. We’ll… make it work. Somehow. A-As friends or… otherwise.”

“O-Okay…” Eleanora’s voice squeaked, and Lucifer’s gaze immediately shot over to look at her from the corner of his eyes. She cringed, but there was no hiding the way her face had flushed all the way to her ears. He could see her worrying her bottom lip, and he tried to ignore the thought he had of biting it himself. “F-Friends… work.”

Right. Yeah.

Lucifer gave another stiff nod. He made a mental note to take a cold shower later. The short king flashed her a weak smile. “Friends!”

“Um… I’m… gonna read the rest of the contract now.” She picked it up, reaching behind her, hands shaking just slightly, and she forced her legs to walk her around the table back to her seat. Eleanora hunched over, clearly trying to hide her red face as she read.

Lucifer took his own seat, picking up his cup of tea and sipping from it quietly, mentally scolding himself and resisting the urge to smack himself upside the head.

“...Well, damn.” Eleanora suddenly cursed, startling him. When the devil king looked at her, he saw she was keeping her gaze focused on the writing. “From the sounds of it, I have to answer every single question? Not just ones about Charlie?” She looked up at him with disturbed eyes. “Quick! Ask me something I wouldn’t want to answer. N-Nothing weird, though!”

Lucifer furrowed his brows and thought about it. He set his cup down, leaning forward with his elbows on the table and lacing his hands together under his chin. A mischievous grin spread across his lips. “What’s your honest opinion of me?”

“Of you?” She echoed, surprised. “Well, I-”

Eleanora froze, her face burning as red as the apple on his hat, before she smacked her hands over her mouth. The words that came out were muffled, and Lucifer clicked his tongue. She looked like she regretted ever telling him about this. “Repeat that, would you? Pretty please.”

Her words were still muffled by her hands.

“Ellie…” Lucifer reached to the side to pick up his cane, and he reached out to tap her arms, pushing them to the side. Eleanora looked horrified, but Lucifer was amused. “What’s your opinion of me?”

The brunette’s lips curled back. “Y-You’re…”

“Mmhm~? What am I?”

She was definitely swearing at him in her mind. “A… d-dilf…”

Lucifer blinked. “A what?”

“A dilf. Wait, no!” Eleanora smacked his cane away, looking at him with slight fear as she curled up in the chair, contract resting on the table. “Don’t ask what that is! I don’t wanna say it!”

He made a face. “Well, now I’m curious.”

“G-Google it after I leave!”

“Hrm…” Lucifer stuck out his lips in a pout. “Keep reading the contract, then. I’ll sit in suspense.”

She was so relieved, she slumped in her chair like her soul had left her body. “Oh, thank god…”

At that, Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “I beg your pardon?”

“Huh?” Eleanora looked confused. “Oh, thank god?”

Lucifer tapped his cane loudly against the floor and she jumped, very much alarmed by the glare he was now giving her. “What does “dilf” mean?”

“Dad I’d like to fuck.” She stated immediately, not missing a beat, having not been expecting the question. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull, and Eleanora’s face burned such a hot red he was surprised it didn’t melt. The human shrieked, jumping onto her chair like a gremlin, hugging it like a lifeline. Tears were welling up in her eyes from sheer embarrassment. “Nooooo! No! What the fuck!? Fuck! No! Shit, damn it, why!? Why would you ask me that!?”

Well, Lucifer feels less bad about his lustful thoughts now. “You thanked God.”

“What!?”

He narrowed his eyes at her, his sharp-toothed smile widening as he leaned forward. “I’m the one who pardoned you from having to answer the question. Not my father. You should be thanking me.”

“...What the hell, man?”

Lucifer’s grin just glinted dangerously, and Eleanora found herself swallowing thickly, leaning away as much as she could without falling out of her seat or tilting the chair over. The King of Hell had half a mind to lay her across the table and make it so only his name would leave her lips, to where he would be the only person or thing she could think about or thank, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t particularly like that. “As punishment, I decided to make you answer it after all.”

“You’re insane.”

“Not as insane as the one who wants to fuck the devil.”

Her face burned once more and she shrieked, waving an arm in the air as if to ward him off. “It was a figure of speech! I didn’t mean it literally! It’s just a phrase! A… A description! Why would I wanna f-fuck… you?”

She buried her face in her hands, growing more flustered the longer this conversation went on, unable to look him in the eye. She could barely even get the sentence out.

It was absolutely adorable. “Do you wanna fuck me?”

“Yes…” She mumbled, only to shriek and point at him angrily. “No! Gah! Stop it! Fuck you!”

Lucifer hummed, leaning back in his seat, eying her up-and-down as he folded his arms over his chest, one hand to his chin, the man tossing one leg over the other. Lucifer smirked, splaying his fingers over his lips suggestively, letting his forked tongue poke out from behind his deadly sharp teeth. “If that’s what you want… I wouldn’t be opposed. I think you might like what I have to offer.”

“...Huh?” It took a second for his words to register, and when it did she seemed to have calmed down, as if his words had set off a switch that rid her of her awkwardness and instead filled her with annoyance. While she was clearly flustered and deeply affected by his words, her face practically resembling a tomato, it was as if she didn’t believe him, like she doubted he would actually want to be with her. “I will throw this tea cup at you.”

Lucifer raised a brow, almost pouting in his disappointment. “Seriously?”

Eleanora scowled. “I threw rubber ducks at you before, and I’ll throw them at you again. I’m not afraid to toss the tea cup at you either. It’s not like it’s super hot anymore! Don’t test me.”

His brow raised even higher. “What, you wouldn’t throw the tea at me if it was hot?”

“Obviously!” She looked at him like he had grown a second head. “I don’t wanna hurt you, I just wanna…”

The human held her hands up, strangling the air.

“I wanna throttle you a little! Smack ya around a bit. But like… not in a hurtful way? Anyways!” Deciding to ignore him, she picked up the contract she had dropped. “We’re apparently married and I have to answer every question. Fine. That’s fine. What else?”

‘For as long as the human, Eleanora, remains in Hell, she shall help Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, look after his daughter, Charlie Morningstar, and he shall guarantee her safety and make her life as comfortable as is within his power. She is to answer every question, and come to his abode when called. Likewise, should she ever be in danger, all she must do is call for Lucifer Morningstar and he shall be immediately summoned to her side.

The human, Eleanora, is to help Lucifer Morningstar whenever he is in need. Should the human, Eleanora, ever lose control or harm Lucifer Morningstar’s daughter, Charlie Morningstar, then the contract becomes void, and Lucifer Morningstar may punish the human, Eleanora, however he wishes.’

-LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR, ELEANORA QUINCE

“I think… it looks fine?” She read it over thrice more, just to be sure. “First sentence is the marriage bit, then the second one blatantly states I have to answer every question. Third one says all I have to do is call for you and you’ll show up. Call for me and I’ll show up. Um… I guess the only other thing that could be concerning is the “help Lucifer Morningstar whenever he is in need” bit, but I don’t know how that could be weird. It’s literally just if you need help with something.”

Eleanora set the contract down, sliding it over for the King of Hell to look at.

He picked it up and read it a couple time, tapping his index finger against his lips, before he shrugged and tossed it in the air, letting it poof back into wherever it was being held for safekeeping. “So~ you got the bad end of the deal. Heh, told you to be careful.”

“I don’t want to hear that from the guy who trapped himself into remarrying.” She retorted harshly.

Lucifer winced. “Touché…”

A heavy silence passed over the table then. Neither Lucifer nor Eleanora could bring themselves to look at each other.

“So~!” He awkwardly began. “Do you, um… just have this thing… for dilfs?”

She choked. “Technically.”

That piqued his curiosity. Lucifer turned to face her. “Technically? What’s that mean?”

“Well, they’re… normally…” Eleanora cringed, moving her hands slowly as she spoke. “...fictional?”

Lucifer blinked. “Ah.”

“Mmhm. My eldest sister likes to date single fathers, though. Didn’t realize it was a genetic thing. Guess it’s proof we’re siblings! Haha…”

More silence.

Eleanora decided to grab one of the mini sandwiches that were still on the tiered tray, snacking on them. “These are good.”

“Hm? Oh, yes!” He was relieved, realizing she was trying to break the uncomfortable atmosphere. “Fairly simple, though.”

“I like simple.”

At that, Lucifer looked at her again. She didn’t wear makeup, and her outfit- while nice and very effective- was quite plain. There were no accessories or jewelry either, save for the wrist brace on her right hand which hid her pact mark. Eleanora did not try to embellish her appearance, nor make herself stand out. She’s foregone all luxury in favor of practicality.

But perhaps that was part of where her beauty lies- like a dandelion among a field of roses. Overlooked, but impossible to ignore once noticed.

Lucifer found himself letting out a small chuckle. His eyes crinkled, and Eleanora startled at the smile he sent her. “That’s where we differ, I believe.”

Suddenly, music began to fill the air; different from the kind that would play when a denizen of Hell would start to sing. It was more like a recording, the sound very reminiscent of what you might hear at a circus, and Eleanora watched with raised brows as Lucifer jumped in his seat, fumbling to pull his phone out of his pants pocket.

“D-Daughter?” He stammered, reading the name on the screen. “Daughter! Daughter calling! Ahhh! Uh, um, uhhhh, ahhh!”

He looked at Eleanora with pleading eyes, and she made a face, exasperated. She held out her hand. Lucifer practically tossed the phone at her. She swiped her thumb across the screen to answer it and put it on speaker, setting it on the table.

“Dad!” Charlie cried out, sounding frantic. It gave the unintentional newlyweds a sense of deja vu. “Have you spoken with El today!? She’s not with you again, is she!? She was supposed to wait at the hotel, but Vaggie and I got back and she wasn’t here, and she’s not answering her cell! None of my calls are going through! I don’t know what to-”

“O-Oh, sweetie, hey! Hi! Hello.” Lucifer cringed, his smile completely and utterly stressed as he moved around the table to stand beside Eleanora, leaning over to speak into the phone. “Yeah, uh, there was an… accident with her phone, so she’s going to need a new one. Haha. Whoopsie~! These devices are just so fragile, I mean- really, who designs them?”

“So… she is with you!?”

“She’s with me.” He confirmed, turning to grin awkwardly at the brunette. “Say hi, Ellie~!”

Eleanora leaned forward, waving at the phone despite knowing the blonde couldn’t see it. “Hi, Charlie~!”

“Oh my goodness!” Charlie let out a loud and very dramatic breath of relief. “Oh, you’re okay! Oh, hoh, phew… girl, do NOT scare me like that! Please message me when you go to hang out with my dad! Wait… you were… hanging out with my dad. Again?” She gasped excitedly. “Are you-”

“No!” Eleanora was quick to deny any and all claims, ignoring the confused look Lucifer was giving her. “Nothing like that! We were just… discussing the deal. We made a contract!”

“Uh-huh. Suuuure~!”

“Charlie-”

“Anyways, you won’t BELIEVE this, El! Vaggie and I actually found someone!”

“...Huh?” Eleanora looked just as baffled as Lucifer did, the man clearly having believed Charlie wouldn’t have found anyone at all. “Who?”

“Okay, so, um, first of all; his name is Angel Dust! His… profession may make you a little uncomfortable, so fair warning…”

Eleanora and Lucifer both looked at each other and then back at the phone. The brunette tilted her head. “What’s his profession?”

“He’s a porn star.”

“...Oh!” Not what she was expecting, but alright. “I mean… he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. If he enjoys his job, even better. As long as he doesn’t try anything with me, we’re good.”

“Wow, not the response I was expecting! I knew you were open-minded! Anyways, he’s here at the hotel with us right now! Vaggie is currently showing him to his room. He has this super cute pet demon pig named Fat Nuggets-” Eleanora snorted, and Lucifer stifled a snicker. “-and he promised to quit drinking and taking drugs while he stays here! I think he’s really sincere about redeeming himself, you guys!”

Lucifer made a face. “Oh, I’m sure he is, sweetheart.”

“What… What’s with that tone of voice? You don’t think he means it?”

“I don’t think there’s a Sinner in Hell that truly wants to redeem themselves.” He stated calmly, sounding almost condescending as he did so. “But I’m sure this one wants to.”

Charlie sounded hurt- and just a bit peeved. “He does! Just you wait! I’ll prove it to you.”

“Mmhm. Sure thing, sweetie.”

“El, you still there?”

Eleanora sent Lucifer a stern frown, which he ignored, before turning back to the phone. “Yeah, I’m here. I can’t exactly leave without help.”

“Fair. Um… I-I haven’t.. told Angel Dust about you yet; it’s kind of a sensitive subject, having a human in Hell. So… I was thinking… maybe… could you stay at Dad’s for a couple days? Just until he’s settled in and I’ve been able to check to make sure he’s quit the alcohol and drugs? I want to prepare him for you first and… make sure you’re prepared for him.”

“Uh…” She glanced at the short king standing beside her, who seemed to have short-circuited at Charlie’s inquiry. “Your… Majesty?”

“Huh? Oh!” He jolted, snapping out of his daze, and he focused on the phone. “Um, what was that?”

“I was asking if El could stay with you for a couple nights?”

“That! Ha! Haha!” Lucifer scooped the phone up, chuckling nervously as he began to march around the table, only to stop behind Eleanora, resting a hand on the back of the chair she was sitting in. “I mean, since you’re asking me, Charlie, how could I say no!? Uh, but… the guest rooms aren’t really… ready. I mean, it’s been a long time since I’ve had guests over! Especially for the night!”

“I know, Dad, but… I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t really important. I want to make sure she’s safe.”

His expression softened. “Sweetheart…”

“Please, Dad? You have a sofa in your room, don’t you? She can sleep there!”

“My… My room? Charlie, haha, I don’t- ha, uh, I-I don’t think-”

“Pleeeeeeeease, Dad?”

“Charlie, dear, I really don’t think-”

“Ugh, come on, Dad! When do I ever ask you for anything!?”

Lucifer was gripping the chair so tight, Eleanora could see the wood cracking. She looked mildly disturbed as she watched his claws dig into it, creating splinters, before glancing up at him in concern. “I-I can just sleep in here again…”

“No!” He looked alarmed at her suggestion, staring down at her with wide eyes. “I-I’m not making you sleep in that chair again! You’re my guest, Ellie! You can-”

Lucifer cut himself off, closing his eyes in defeat as he took a deep breath, his grip on the chair slowly relaxing. When he opened his eyes again, his expression was gentler, his smile less toothy and more sweet.

“You can sleep in my room. It’s fine.”

The human gaped at him, unable to believe he actually agreed to that. Her face was a bright red, the human surely remembering their earlier conversation. “A-Are you sure? I don’t… want to bother you-”

“It’s fine.” He moved his hand from the chair to her shoulder, and Eleanora blinked, only more confused by his actions, wondering what on earth was going on in his head. “You’re not a bother.”

She froze.

Unfortunately, before Eleanora could process that and ask if he actually meant it, Charlie let out an ear-piercing squeal. “Yesssssss~! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I knew I could count on you, Dad! Oh, I’ll send over your toothbrush and pajamas, El! Don’t worry! Holy fuck, this is actually happening! Yes! Okay! I’m calm. I am super duper calm. Thank you, Dad! Love you! Thanks for staying with him, El! Bye~! See you in five!”

Charlie ended the call, leaving the pair to stand and sit in silence.