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heartofsnark · 3 years

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Can You Feel The Sun? (Chapter Seven): Flying Towards An Early Grave

Notes: Still posting my little backlog, I will warn in advanced, the next chapter is the heist (finally) AND IT IS A CHONKER, but for now have a little appetizer with some fun times, smut, and foreshadowing!~

Word Count: 10860

Chapter Warnings: heavy foreshadowing, food, blowjobs, groping, protected vaginal sex, car sex

If you haven’t yet, you can read the previous chapter here!~

V’s body is heavy as she gets to her apartment door, ready to curl up into bed and call it a day. She’s exhausted with adrenaline gone. She presses her thumb to the panel. The little intercom doorbell is also the lock, scanning and searching for SID validation. It takes a moment to scan, it seems to be lagging more lately.

Calling.

The intercom says it’s calling, why is it calling? She can hear the automated ringing and her lights inside are probably flashing. It only does this if the SID doesn’t match the apartment owner’s, assuming them a guest. V presses again.

Calling.

She presses harder.

Calling.

She tries her entire hand.

Calling.

She kicks her door, a heavy sound as her boot collides with it. That doesn’t help with the lock, but it makes her feel a little better. Just what she needs; bloody, sore, and locked out of her apartment for who fucking knows why? Her stomach growls as she pulls up the number for building maintenance.

“Megabuilding Maintenance, how can I help?”

“I’m locked out of my apartment,” V signs, her choker translator on.

“What do you mean?”

“The lock isn’t recognizing my SID.”

“Can I get your name and apartment number?”

V gives them the details and they say they’re sending a maintenance guy. All of the services floor is nearly shut down at the late hour, her stomach growling. No doubt the maintenance guy will take his sweet fucking time, so much for getting some decent sleep. She gets a burrito, a Nicola, and a little thing of ketchup from the machines. Sitting on the ground near her door, dumping ketchup on her burrito as she eats it.

By the time the guy arrives she’s finished eating, drinking, and is a little unsure what’s dried blood versus dried ketchup on her shirt. She hops to her feet when she sees the guy walking up, a massive case of resting bitch face. V doubts he wanted to be dragged out at three am to help unlock a door, but it’s not her fault the tech fucked up.

“You V?” he asks, voice gruff and annoyed.

“Yep.”

“Hard day?” His eyebrow raises, gaze focused on her blood stained flesh and chrome.

“Work.”

“Ah… I see,” he nods, “so, what's the issue with your door?”

Night City is one of the few places where one can just admit to being a mercenary for a living, even if it did earn her an odd look. V presses her hand to the lock button again and it once again initiates a call.

“Doesn’t recognize my SID.”

“Hmm, you are V, right?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Who the fuck else would I be? The building has a picture of me on file for fucks sake.”

“Hey, hey, nowadays with enough eddies anybody can look like anybody.”

“If I had an identity worth stealing, you really think I’d be living here?”

“Fair enough, let’s check something,” he pulls out a holo tablet, jacking it into the bottom of the intercom lock, “this will show what the lock is reading it as, try again.”

V keeps an eye on his tablet as she presses her hand back to the lock and the projected information starts to show. And for a moment she sees herself; her face, her name, her information, and all the shit Vik had to set up for her to have SID. Then in a blink of an eye it glitches out and the information shifts. She watches her nearly mugshot like photo shift into that of a man, with short dark hair and dark eyes. V [REDACTED] becomes Robert John Linder. Birthdate shifting from November 12th, 2056 to November 16, 1988. Birthplace shifting from Seven Devils, North Carolina to College Station, Texas.

Who the hell is this old man?

“Looks like it’s reading your SID chip as someone else's, strange, any chance you’ve been spiked by a ‘runner?”

“No, even if I was, not sure why they’d want to make my SID register to some senior citizen.”

“Weird, can’t think of how else this would happen? Seems like it starts to read your chip and then changes to this guy’s. Do you know him?”

“Don’t hang around old folks homes too much, actually. Just some random dude to me.”

“Hmmm.”

“I can promise you, I’m not a ninety year old cowboy man.”

“Somehow I noticed that, actually… looks like the guy is dead.”

“What?”

“Mmhmm, scroll down a bit and there’s the date his death certificate was issued,” the guy shows her, “you’ll probably need to have your SID looked at, see what’s wrong with it. For now, I can unlock it for you and have them add whoever this guy is to registered owners, so, you won’t be locked out until you fix it.”

“Fine, I guess.”

“But that does mean if this guy’s ghost decides to pop in for a visit, lock won’t stop him,” the man jokes, offering the first smile since he’s been here.

“Somehow I’ll handle it, thanks for the help, and if it’s not too much trouble can you forward me the details of that SID info?”

“Sure, no problem,” the maintenance man’s eyes glow and she can feel the very soft warmth and whirr of her neuroplant as it accepts the file.

She gives one final thanks as he unlocks her apartment and she’s finally able to step foot inside. Thankfully her door locks behind her and she makes a beeline for her shower, scrubbing blood and sweat from her skin; finding bruises, cuts, and flesh wounds she hadn’t noticed in the midst of fighting.

It takes her a little longer than expected to wind down for the night, the merc putting in her optic contacts and playing with the bot. Looking through its eyes, she has it twist and climb all throughout her apartment, making herself dizzy until she falls out of bed and bangs her head against the floor. Finally, putting the cute spider looking tech away when she feels the knot starting to form on her head. Then, setting her alarm and sleeping for the night.

V is still tired when her alarm vibrates beneath her pillow, waking her up as the sunlight streams in from her large window, warming her skin. She checks her phone, double checks the time and that Dex hasn’t sent the car for her yet. The young merc rushes through her morning routine; showering, brushing her teeth, dressing, and taking her medication with some Chromanticore in hopes of getting some energy back.

She’s out the door and has her mask on in a matter of minutes, phone buzzing with the message that Dex’s car is waiting for her. As she comes down the steps of her building she sees the same limousine and bodyguard waiting outside of it. But this time when he opens the door for her, there is no Dex, nobody. Chills creep their way up her spine, but she gets in nonetheless, sinking into the leather backseat as Dex’s guard starts to drive them away.

The guard is quiet, doesn’t explain where they’re going or why, V has a feeling he wouldn’t tell even if she asked. So, she doesn’t. Only the radio drones on, a mixture of news and occasional pop music from bands and singers she doesn’t know or care to know; an anouncer coming over the radio to speak somberly.

“Today marks the fifty-fourth anniversary of the attack on Arasaka Tower. Fifty-four years ago a group of terrorists stormed Arasaka Tower and detonated a bomb, which forever changed the history of our dear city. Devastating the lives of millions; thousands dying in the initial attack and more perishing in the aftermath as well. Today we ask for a moment of silence to remember those who lost their lives in this senseless act of violence so many years ago….:”

A beat of silence, barely a moment, then the high energy voice returns.

“Now, after this short music break, we return with the heartwarming story of Stumpy, the three legged puppy who’s gone viral after the use of veterinary cyberware has given the pup a new lease on life!~”

V rolls her eyes, sounds about right, barely a moment for something so somber. No real grief or empathy, time to move on to a cute puppy because that keeps people happy and listening. She watches the city around her change, spotting the Valentino graffiti starting to cover the buildings and that they’re entering Heywood. She sends a heads up text to Jackie, letting him know they’re not far from his house.

A short moment after, the driver is parking outside Jackie’s garage and she watches the older merc walking out. The guard opens the limousine back door and Jackie relaxes when he sees V, climbing into the seat next to her.

“Hey, V, you figure out what’s going on?”

“Was sort of hoping you had…”

“Asked T-Bug, said it’s a surprise.”

“Not sure I like Bug’s idea of surprises.”

“Hey, hombre,” Jackie calls out to the guard as he starts to drive them away, “mind telling us where we’re headed?”

They’re met with silence, because of they are. V nervously wrings her hands as she watches for signs of where they’re going based on the passing scenery.

“Has to be something to do with prepping for the job, just wish I knew what.”

“Speaking of which, you got the bot on you?”

“Yeah, brought it just in case and if Bug’s there she’ll want to take a look. Wonder if there’s any chance of keeping the Flathead after this?”

She knows Dex said it’s a single use toy, but...who knows, maybe she could somehow keep it afterwards.

“Why’s that?”

“Its cute.”

“You think a military grade combat bot is cute?”

“It's a little spider.”

“You find the weirdest shit cute, I swear.”

“It is cute!”

“It’s-” Jackie looks out the window, “shit are we in Corpo Plaza?”

“Maybe we’re just passing through?”

As if only to prove her wrong, the limousine parks outside a store on Senate Avenue, the bright sign says Jinguji. Even looking through the window, it looks entirely like a place that her and Jackie do not belong. Brightly lit, immaculately clean with fancy designer clothes on display.

“We’re here,” the guard tells them and the doors open with the press of a button.

V and Jackie share a look before getting out of the limousine, standing before the Jinguji store like deers stuck in headlights.

“Dex can’t be serious, Jinguji?” Jackie says, scratching at the shaved underneath of his hair.

“Looks…. Fancy.”

“Corp store, designer; a sock in there will cost you a few thousand eddies.”

“I know he says we need to play corpo, but… I don’t know, it feels weird.”

“I’m sure Dex knows what he’s doing. But, uh, you gotta take off the mask, chica.”

“What, why?”

“‘Cause its fucking Jinguji, they’re not gonna let you through the door looking like that.”

“You’re one to talk, you got a ketchup stain on your shirt.”

“Firstly, that’s blood. Secondly, you’re a wearing a jacket you stole off a dead guy last week.”

“Not like he needs it!”

“Jackie, V!” A voice yells out, drawing the merc’s attention into the doorway of the store, T-Bug in realspace, wearing a black netrunning suit, “would you gonks stop bickering and get in here?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the mercs speak and sign in unison, falling the netrunner into the corp store.

There’s a large lit up advertisement at the back of the store. Gold decor dripping down from the ceiling, plush white couches, and an ice bucket with champagne. To her surprise, there’s no other shoppers within the store. A man in a tailored designer suit sits at the desk, greeting the two mercs as they walk in.

“Welcome to Jinguji, an oasis of elegance!~”

V gives an awkward nod and wave. She’s not sure what else to do. She doesn’t belong here; she knows that much. A dirty black leather jacket under the bright lights and old raggedy boots on shiny polished floors. The merc wants nothing more than to run out of the store, some of the clothes she sees displayed are nice, if she’s being honest. A few bit tacky for her taste, but others are cute or sexy with dramatic flair, but nothing she would ever really have a reason to wear.

“Mind telling us why the fuck we’re here, Bug?” Jackie asks and the netrunner chuckles.

“To get into Konpeki, you two will have to look the part. Rather than blindly guessing what will fit, Dex is flitting the bill and getting you both some corpo threads,” T-Bug explains, taking a seat on on of the couches.

“Where is everyone?”

“Store is rented out for the next couple hours, discretion. V, did you bring the bot?”

“Got it in my bag.”

“Lemme see, got to make sure it’s in working shape.” V puts the bot down on the table, T-Bug opening the case and looking over the bot, running diagnostics that the merc can’t begin to understand,

“Right this way, you two, I’m sure we’ll find something perfect for both of you,” the man who greeted them, grabs their attention again, “but it would be easier, if I have a full idea of your features, miss.”

“Told you,” Jackie taunts and V elbows him in the side, slowly taking off her mask and she feels bare. And she knows people have seen her face before, but this is work and it just feels… wrong.

“Wonderful, so we’ll begin with the gentlemen, I think you’ll find we have a wonderful array of fine suits in our men’s department.”

The man, who’s fancy name tag says Zane, shows them a vast collection of suits. They range from slick classic black ones, deep navy blues, florals, brights, embroidered, and every color she can imagine. Its hard to imagine the big merc in any of them. She’s always seen him in muscle shirts or his favorite red and black jacket. His eyes seem to land on a red suit with gold detailing.

“Well-”

“Point is to blend in, not stand out, Jack,” T-Bug calls out, scolding him without having to even look at him or his choice in suit.

“Just black then.”

“Wise choice, sir, our tailors will get your measurements and get the perfect fit for you.”

Another employee guides Jackie to a fitting room and V feels the sudden urge to sink into the ground, Zane’s attention now solely on her. She scratches at her cheek and flips on her choker translator.

“Now, what about you? We have plenty of formal options in women’s fashion as well. A more androgynous business suit or perhaps a dress?”

She’s shown mannequins dressed in tight body con dresses with various necklines, materials, colors, and a few well fitted pants suits. Her eyes are drawn to the dresses, if she’s being honest. She has a rather small collection of skirts and dresses, for off days, but she never has a chance to wear anything more formal than a sundress or mini skirt over leggings. These dresses are dramatic, gorgeous; some with mesh inlays or cut outs.

But, like Bug said; they’re there to blend in, not stand out. This isn’t an outfit for fun but for work and if something goes wrong, the last thing she needs is this going to shit and having to battle in a tight constricting dress or too high of heels.

“I think a pants suit in black would be best; keep it simple.”

“Understood.”

V taken to a fitting room, given the chance to put on the ready to buy pantsuits in privacy. A stark white button up blouse, black blazer, and black slacks. And she knows immediately it will need to be tailored to suit her; the pants longer than her legs and the shirt loose around her chest. The tailor comes in after a moment and begins measuring, marking where things need to be taken in and raised. V left trying not to get embarrassed each time the measuring tape is wrapped around a part of her.

“Is there a way to make the blazer sleeves easier to roll up?” She signs once her arms are done being measured. The material is stiffer and harder to get tight around her elbows when trying; she wants her Mantis Blades easily used.

“Hmm, lets see, maybe it’d be best to use it more like an accessory rather than wearing it properly?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you could just wear it over your shoulders like a cape,” the woman drapes it that way across V’s shoulders.

“Not my thing.”

“Then you can carry it, like this,” the woman shows holding the jacket back over her shoulder with her fingers hooked in it’s collar. It looks alright, casual enough, though having a jacket and not wearing it still reads as strange to the merc.

“I’ll consider that.”

“It can also help keep you cool. Now, lets talk about makeup, hair, and shoes.”

V listens and nods as the woman gives recommendations; getting V a pair of low heeled black synthetic leather shoes. Then going into advice on hair; recommending french twist, a bun, or a low ponytail depending on how formal V wants to go. The woman recommends simple classic makeup styles and a few other tips for the merc to meet her full corpo potential. Finally, with measurements, adjustments, and everything marked; V is allowed to change back into her street clothes. She leaves the room, seeing Jackie already in his regular clothes again and sitting next to T-Bug.

“We have all the measurements down and will begin altering the clothes immediately.”

“Good,” T-Bug confirms with Zane, “remember we need them finished and delivered to The Afterlife by five.”

“I assure you, our tailors are already on it.”

“V,” T-Bug calls out when she sees the short merc, “got something for you.”

V sits down on the couch, watching as T-Bug sets out a pair of white hearing aids. They’re designed like her normal ones, just more boring.

“Hearing aids? I already have those.”

“These are special, optic camo. No corpo worth their salt has anything less than top of the line phonic implants, with press of a button or a thought, these will go invisible.. They’ll work just like your regular ones, but look like you’re wearing nothing. Try them out.”

She switches her blue hearing aids with the new ones, they fit well and she pushes the thought of turning the camo on. V catches her reflection in a mirror in the store, she can feel them, but see nothing.

“Perfect, no one will be any the wiser. This also means no signing or translator.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I know its not ideal, but it’s just the reality of it. Corpo types like this; lose your hearing, new implants. Vocal chords fried, get a new set in gold. Get paralyzed, new legs or entire nervous system. Go blind, new optics. They see you signing or using hearing aids, you’ll stand out like a sore thumb.”

“I get it.”

“No sweat, I’ll do the talking, V,” Jackie comforts her and then turns his attention to Bug, “So, what now?”

“We’ll go over the full plan this evening at The Afterlife, you two need to be there by five. We’ll talk with Dex and you’ll be in Konpeki by eight tonight, relic in hand before midnight strikes.”

“So we get to kick back and relax until five?”

“As long as you’re there by five and ready to go, I couldn’t care less what you do, Jack.”

“Said this place was rented out, right?” V asks, noticing a dramatic purple dress that reminds her of a certain tarot card reader’s favorite color.

“Yeah, why?”

“How much longer is this place reserved?”

“Another hour, maybe two and again, I ask why?”

“Ow, hell that for, chica?” Jackie looks up when V kicks him in the shin.

“Call Misty, dumbass. Buy her something nice, make a date out of it before we go on the job.” V tells him, remembering Misty’s concerns from the other night. It might ease her mind a bit to have a nice afternoon with Jackie, dress shopping and a fancy lunch in City Center. Just a chance to enjoy themselves.

“Dex is nice V, but sincerely doubt he wants to pay for Misty a new dress.”

“Oh no, if only one of us had scammed ten grand off of Militech, oh wait,” V says, pulling the Militech credchip from her bag and sees the twinkle in Jackie’s eyes.

“You serious, V?”

“Should get her a hell of a nice dress, maybe you a suit, and a nice fancy lunch; play corpo for an afternoon.”

“Shit, V,” he takes the credchip from her fingers, “what’d I do without you?”

“You two are going to make me puke,” T-Bug says, rolling her eyes while Jackie is already calling up Misty.

“Just wait until Misty gets here and the constant pet names start, you’ll really lose your lunch.”

“Ugh, more reason to get out of here, I’ll be taking the Flathead with me to keep in working shape.”

“Can I ask you something before you go?”

“Got more code you need me to check?”

“Not quite, had an issue with my SID chip last night, was wondering if there was a chance I was hacked?”

“You get spiked, jaina?” Jackie asks when he finishes chatting with Misty.

“Don’t know, couldn’t unlock my door last night, reader thought I was some old dude.”

“Hmm, SID hacks are tricky, we’re going to be using one for your covers in Konpeki. But they usually only alter your ID a bit and die after so many hours. Thing is, that wouldn’t really benefit anyone.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, I don’t think anyone would get much out of pretending I’m some ninety year old dead fuck.”

“I can jack in, see if I find anything in your soft.”

“Sure, if you don’t mind.”

V shifts her back to T-Bug, sweeping her hair off the nape of her neck and showing her neuroports. The netrunner pushes some loose strands out of the way and slots her personal jack into V’s biomon. A few moments pass and V can feel her cheeks flushing a bit, a weird feeling to having T-Bug directly touch her and jack in to her tech. This is the first time they’ve met in person, may even be the first time Bug has seen her face.

“Everything looks clear to me, SID is registering as yours, no signs of a hack,” Bug explains, jacking out.

“Weird, maintenance guy showed last night it was showing as some dead guy.”

“Strange, must be some sort of glitch.”

“Or you’re being haunted.”

“Haha, very funny, Jackie.”

“Hello… “

A soft voice calls out and V lights up seeing Misty poking her head into the fancy luxury store, looking every bit as nervous as V had been. Jackie is up and rushing towards Misty in a heart beat, pulling her into a hug and twirling her around, kissing her head.

“You’re here, mi carina.”

“Babe,” Misty says, giggiling as she’s put back down on her feet, then steps up on her tip toes to kiss Jackie’s lips.

“Gonna puke,” T-Bug comments low under her breath and V tries not to laugh.

“V, Bug,” Misty smiles at the two, “glad I got here before you two left out.”

“What’s up?”

Jackie walks Misty over closer to them, large hand on her hip as she rummage through her purse. After a moment, she pulls out three beaded bracelets. A mixture of beads in black, gold, and blue mottled with gold. T-Bug is already raising her eyebrow and V’s not sure how well Misty’s spiritualism will go over with the runner.

“These are protection bracelets. Lapis lazuli, black tourmaline, and gold sheen obsidian. They’re all meant to help with creating a protective spiritual barrier, it should keep you all safe from negative energies and frequencies.”

“Ay, you still in knots over this, mi alma?”

“It would just make me feel better knowing you have a little more protection, babe.”

Misty slides the biggest of the bracelets onto Jackie’s wrist and he gives her a soft smile, kissing her temple before starts to give the others to V and Bug. The young merc slides it on with a smile and T-Bug takes it in hand, with a less enthusiasm.

“Thanks, Misty, I appreciate it,” V tells her and elbows T-Bug in the side, earning her a glare, but the netrunner plays nice.

“Thanks…”

“I know it’s not much, but a little protection is better than none and should keep energies bright.”

“Right….”

“Well,” V cuts in before Bug can say anything else, “we’ll be getting out of your hair, have fun you two!~”

“Thanks again, V, see you two at The Afterlife.”

Jackie waves them off, Bug packing up and V putting her usual hearing aids in their case, away in her pocket. The runner and young merc leave the store, Dex’s guard already left a while ago, so V will have to either call her car or use the public transit. Come to think of it, she’s not sure how she’s going to kill time until its game time.

“V,” Bug stops her outside Jinguji before they go their separate ways for now, “gotta ask, you really believe in that spiritual crap?”

“No, but she does and it makes her happy, so, why not?”

“I guess, if she really thinks a bracelet is going to save us from Arasaka.”

“Won’t kill you to accessorize a little, Bug.”

“Whatever you say.”

They say their goodbyes and V is left thinking again about what she wants to do to pass the time. She could do a few short gigs, but her mind is preoccupied with the heist. Ultimately, V finds herself taking the NCART to El Coyote Cojo. Mostly just because she’s bored and maybe something or someone there will occupy her time. The bar isn’t too active at the early hour and she doesn’t see Mama Welles around.

“V!” Pepe greets her when she walks through.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Same old, same old. Jaquito is still out, Senora Welles is out shopping, but Jake is taking out the trash in the back if you want to say hi.”

“I think I might go and do just that.”

Playing grab ass with one of her go to lays seems like a solid way to waste her time. V walks through the bar and out one of the backdoors that open to the alley with the dumpster. Sure enough, Jake is there tossing away a trash bag. He’s around 6’5 about as tall as Jackie, muscular, with a head of ginger hair shaved down on the shades and a thick beard.

She throws her arms around his waist, feeling the muscle underneath his shirt. He teases his fingers over her forearms, the chrome of his Gorilla Fingers cyberware sending a soft chill through her skin.

“Hey, V, new chrome?” He runs over the chrome patterns in her arms.

She hums against his back in response, not wanting to move. But, he twists in her arms. He cups her face in chromed fingers, for a moment, his browns furrow in confusion.

“No hearing aids?”

She pulls away, enough space for her to sign.

“Camouflage ones, it and the blades are necessary for the gig.”

“Oh yeah, Jackie’s been talking everyone to death about this heist you two got planned. He better be damn glad no one here’s got loose lips.” His hands drop from her face and loosely wrap around her waist, fingers starting to graze over her ass.

“Can’t blame him for being excited.”

“Hmmm and you?”

“Nervous.”

“Figured as much,” he squeezes her ass, “you looking for a distraction?”

“If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be letting you grope my ass in broad daylight, now would I?”

A low dry chuckle echoes in his chest and he dives in for a kiss. It’s quick and rough, his beard scratching over her skin before he pulls away. She can’t help but giggle as he pulls her back into the bar, hand still shamelessly on her ass.

“Pepe! I’m going on lunch break!”

“Yeah yeah, go on.”

“C’mon,” Jake guides her out of the bar, “lemme at least buy you lunch first.”

“You actually trying to be nice today?”

“Something like that.”

V settles into his passenger side seat as Jake climbs behind the wheel. They pull away from El Coyote Cojo, driving around Heywood and finding a drive in to go through, Burgers, fries, and pop bought; Jake finds a relatively empty place to park meanwhile V has already begun taking the pickles off her burgers.

“So, you wanna actually talk about it?” Jake asks, taking a bite of his burger.

“Not much to talk about,” she signs with salt covered fingers and a mouthful of fries, “biggest job of our career. Nerves are natural.”

Not to mention the shady client, the fact they’re robbing Arasaka, the fact they’re robbing Yorinobu specifically, the fact they have to play corpo, that V will have to force herself not to sign, and that every fiber of her being is screaming that something is going to go wrong. Then she has the weirdness of her SID chip fucking up on her mind as well.

“Yeah, but you overthink, so I know that little brain of yours is spinning in a billion directions.”

V shrugs, “No more than usual, so, what’s been going on with you?”

“Not much, been thinking of quitting the bar.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, get to work the day shift so I can pick the twins up from school and spend some time with them. But, day shift in a bar basically means staring at a wall and waiting for Senora Welles to cut me a paycheck.”

“You don’t like getting paid to sit around and look pretty?”

“Not gonna lie, it’d be hard to find a boss as forgiving as Senora Welles.”

“Not every boss would let you take an hour or longer lunch just to play grab ass with me?”

“Eh, pretty sure if she knew what I was doing with her precious adopted daughter, she’d already have me fired.”

“Oh please, she’s known you longer than me.”

“Yeah, but she likes you more, you’re basically her kid and I’m her employee,” he pauses watching V roll her eyes, “you know, she’s been worrying a lot about you and Jackie, lately. She knows things are getting riskier with the merc work and-”

V quiets him with a kiss, not wanting to hear another word of this. She comes to him for a distraction. The kiss is messy and he tastes like greasy fast food, but she’s sure she’s not any better, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She cups his jaw with one hand, scratching over his beard and as he deepens the kiss, she drops her other hand into his lap. He’s already half hard in his jeans, pressing into her touch as she gropes him through the denim. Jake curses against her lips, breaking their kiss.

“You talk too much, honey,” she chastises him, a soft smile on her lips as she undoes his belt buckle, he lifts his hips, allowing space to pull his pants and boxer down just enough to get his cock out.

She pulls her legs up into her seat, on her knees so she can fully lean over the center console into his lap. V pushes hair back behind her ear and takes his dick into her mouth; not bothering to tease, swallowing around him. The taste of him on her tongue causes a heat in her center to stir, getting slick between her thighs as she bobs her head up and down. He groans as she strokes and sucks him, teasing her tongue ring along the head of his cock. The bitterness of his precum and the salt of his skin making her dizzy with need.

His chrome fingers slide across the expanse of her back, reaching out to grab her ass. He gropes and fondles her through her pants, the rough feeling of her jeans and panties being pressed against her sensitive wet folds. Jake curses as V alternates between sucking, licking, and taking him as deep into her throat as she can.

He tugs on her hair, bleached strands wrapped around chrome, pulling her mouth off him. Drool covering his cock and her lips. She pouts at him for stopping her, cheeks flushed and breathing heavy. He gives her a swat on the ass, barely hard enough to sting.

“Want inside of you.”

That’s all the explanation he gives and she pulls away, thankful that the windows of his car have steamed from body heat, she begins to quickly strip off her clothes. Its clumsy as she tries to strip down in a car seat, throwing her jacket off into the back, kicking off her boots, before yanking her pants and panties down in one fluid movement. She curses herself for not wearing a skirt or something with easier access. A part of her mind recognizes how stupid she must look, still in her shirt, bra, and her socks staying on after tugging off her pants. But lust has killed her ability to think, just wanting him inside of her. Jake has rolled a condom on, but otherwise has simply watched the flustered merc strip down.

V’s easily able to jump into his lap, straddling him and having her back to the steering wheel. She steadies herself with one hand on his shoulder, the other lining his cock up with her entrance, sinking herself down onto his dick. She’s slick enough that she takes him all in one movement, both cursing out at the feeling. The stretch of his cock inside of her and the tightness of her cunt around him. Jake digs his nails into her hips and bounces her on his cock, fucking up into her. He takes complete control, setting a brutal pace that leaves V reeling with every thrust. All she can do is wrap her arms around his neck and moan against his sweaty skin, accepting each harsh movement of him inside of her.

The tension inside of her grows tighter with every thrust, every smack of skin against skin like a strike of a match trying to grow a larger flame. She can’t think, can’t focus, every thought consumed with pleasure and a desire to be pushed over the edge. Bruises form on her hips where he hold her, where he uses her for pleasure. The chair of his cheap car creaks with each bounce and a few thrusts slams her lower back into the steering wheel, but she doesn’t care, couldn’t if she tried. She whines and whimpers against his skin, feeling her end nearing.

And then the tension snaps, orgasm hitting her fast and hard, she digs her nails into his skin, squirming and writhing as she moans out her pleasure. Mind a haze as she’s overwhelmed with her pleasure. He thrusts a few more times and she nearly chokes at the continued stimulation, the feeling of him fucking into her already sensitive cunt. Then he curses, bringing her hips down fully to meet his own one last time before he cums, spilling his seed inside the condom.

V rolls off of him and back into the passenger seat, hating the empty feeling Her skin is sweaty and flushed, as much she hates it, she needs to get her clothes back on. Fumbling to get her pants and panties out of the passenger side floorboard. Pulling them on and shoving her feet in her boots. V waits as Jake ties off the condom and adjusts his jeans, opening the car door and tossing the condom away into a nearby dumpster.

The Night City air feels cool compared to the heat of the car after fucking, she watches him light up a cigarette outside of the car and grimaces. He climbs back into the driver's seat, keeping the window rolled down and she makes a gagging sound as the smoke hits her nose.

“You coming back to the bar with me?” He asks, blowing smoke out of the window.

“No,” she signs, thankful the choker translator can survive sweat, “I’ll catch the train back to Watson.”

“Let strangers see you sweaty and fuck-dazed?”

“Well, it’s a good look for me.”

“Can’t really deny that, now can I.”

She rolls her eyes and grabs her jacket getting out of the car, walking away on still slightly wobbly legs. V takes the train back to Watson, fiddling with her holophone the entire way. The merc gets off at the stop closest to her megabuilding and makes her way to her apartment; lock recognizing her on the first try.

V checks the time and decides to get ready to go to The Afterlife. Those nerves she had managed to fuck away for a moment creep up on her all over again. She shakes her head not wanting to focus on her anxieties, she strips down and grabs a shower, cleaning off the sweat from her liaison.

The merc pulls her hair back in a small low-set ponytail and does her makeup to the recommendations of the stylist. She gets dressed and uses the new camouflaged hearing aids, she takes her mask with her too. Though she knows she can’t wear it into Konpeki, she’ll still be walking into The Afterlife. That thought alone twists her guts into nervous knots.

The Afterlife is the go to bar for the top of their game, Major Leagues mercs and fixers. It’s where the biggest deals are made, the easiest place to catch a drink and a job, but only mercs or fixers of a certain standard are allowed through its doors. Jackie brags about the place like it’s heaven for mercenaries. If they’re going to become regular fixtures of the bar after this, then she’d prefer to maintain her usual level of anonymity for fixers moving forward. She’ll drop the mask when they’re finally in corpo threads.

V slides on Misty’s bracelet as well, fiddling with the beads meant to provide some form of protection. Her mind goes back to Misty’s tarot card reading, while she doesn’t put much weight on it, her friend’s fortune telling often sticks with her. The Wheel of Fortune is sticking out to her; she could care less if the cards thinks she’s stupid or if she’s about to fall in love, the latter of which so ridiculous she can’t help but dismiss it. But the idea of conflict sticks out, fear of the heist going wrong has been heavy on her mind. Something always goes slightly wrong, no job is perfect. But this has the highest stakes she’s ever encountered.

V has new cyberware, the best possible tech and upgrades from Vik. She has Jackie, her best choom and partner in crime who’s never let her down. There’s T-Bug, her friend and brilliant netrunner who could bring half of Night City down if she wished. Their fixer is Dex, one of the best in regards to his job, he has everything to gain by having their backs covered. They have military grade tech and an inside look into Konpeki. They are going in under the best possible circumstances.

She has to remind herself, review this again and again, that if something goes wrong someone there should be able to take care of it. But, those nerves don’t fade even as she leaves her apartment.

The Afterlife isn’t far from V’s apartment, practically a hop and skip downtown. Barely five minutes pass before she’s under the roofed alley, nearing the club. Vivid cyan and purple graffiti across the wall, trash along the way.

“Porque ya tengo planes para esta noche!"

The voice is familiar, Jackie’s and V pressed her back to the side of the vending machine, he’s telling someone he already has plans for tonight. He sounds frustrated, like he’s on the verge of pulling his hair out.

“Virgen Santsima, ma! Te vas a enterar mañana,” a beat of silence, “también te quiero, ma."

The conversation ways on her, he’s talking to Senora Welles. Remembering Jake talking about her feelings, that the matriarch has been worrying herself half to death. And it sounds like Jackie has been on the receiving end of that worry for a while. V pulls her mask on and rounds the corner past the vending machine, stepping in front of the main entrance of The Afterlife. Her friend standing in the doorway under the harsh green light.

“Heh, about time, chica,” he greets, tucking his phone into his pocket, she catches the blue of Misty’s bracelet mingled with his usual gold ones.

“What’s going on?”

“Ehhh, y'know. She's worried about me - whatever. Can't help herself, y'know - checkin’ to see if I'm not rottin' in some dumpster… like most of the Welles boys. Been worse lately.”

“Why’s that?”

“Started climbin' our way up. Got more an' more knives out there, waitin' to stab us in the back. Higher stakes, higher risk. She can see that.”

“Look like you’re about to keel over.” V reaches out, touching the red blotches on his skin, stress and sweat inflaming his skin.

“Years of merc work, and yet, still sweat like a roasted pig when I talk to my ma. It's really startin' to wear on me. More tell her everythin's OK, more I feel like I'm straight-up lyin’.”

“Well, hopefully you had a nice date with Misty at least.”

“Went about as well as talking to my ma right now,” he scratches at the back of his neck, “for two women who don’t get along, they sure agree when it comes to worrying about me.”

“They worry because they love you, worse things in life than people giving a damn about you.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t matter none. Not anymore, Afterlife, here we come, baby!”

Jackie changes the topic and she can’t really blame him for it, rubbing his hands together and practically cheering in excitement. This is everything they’ve talked about, everything they’ve said they want. So, why does she still have a lump in her throat?

“Afterlife… we’re really here.”

“Does not get any higher, choom. And you know somethin' else? We fuckin' earned it, chica!”

“No point in standing around then, is there?’

“Ready to get your cherry popped?” he laughs leading her into the club, “Yeeeah! Come on!”

“Little late for that one, Jack,” she teases as they make their way down the stairs, a pair of double doors opening up for them. A short step down into a small hallway with mercs and fixers alike talking under the green glow of a sign bearing the club’s name.

“Place used to be a morgue - you believe that?”

“Really?”

“I know, right? Way before our time, that. When proper burials were still a thing.”

They come to another set of doors, through the small window V can see the true club main room beyond them. But a man stands guarding them, around Jackie’s height and a similar bulky build. Cyberware indented along his jawline and nose. His face is stony, eyes sharp when Jackie and V stop before him, then he puts a large hand out in front of him.

“And who might you clowns be?”

“Jackie and V,” the taller of the mercs says with a grin, “Dexter Deshawn is waitin’ on us.”

The bouncer gives them a look and V is glad for her mask helping hide her emotions. His expression is dismissive, looking down on them, making her feel all at once that she has not earned her place in this club. A baby merc, new to the city, barely six months under her belt and she’s standing at the Afterlife. How the fuck did she get here?

“Yo, Dex. Got two live ones sayin' they're here to see ya,” his optics glow as he calls Dex, “Yeah? All right, then. Says he needs a second or two. Go get yourselves drinks or somethin'.”

The doors open to a green and cyan lit club. Music louder as the barrier breaks away, people fill the room. Some sipping on alcohol and other’s puffing away on cigarettes; the smell of nicotine and booze wafting from the bar.

“Way ahead o' you, viejo,” Jackie laughs and leads the way in.

V follows him around the corner; the large bar coming into full view. It’s lit green, the same neon sign reading Afterlife at the top of it. A bartender in a blue button up slings drinks to the patrons. Floor to ceiling columns, like tubes, are places around the club each filled with water with a dancer twirling around inside with strategically place chrome clothing covering the most private parts of them. Everything is basked in that green neon light, despite being surrounded by mercs like her, she feels so completely out of place.

Jackie marches proudly across the bar floor, stride confident and unwavering.

“This is it… The heart o' Night City! That's it right there - beating. Hear it?” he proclaims as they pass by rows of half closed off booths, “Can you imagine? Susan Forrest, Boa Boa, maybe even Morgan Blackhand… All sat on those stools, fell asleep on that same bar.”

Jackie sits in one of the barstools, beaming and brimming with excitement. His eyes wide as he takes it all in, the place he’s dreamed of for all his years. V climbs into the seat next to him, placing an elbow on the bar, leaning her head onto her hand, as she shifts to face him.

“Doubt that puts us in the same league as them,” V teases, Morgan Blackhand brought down Arasaka Tower. They’re stealing a biochip, hardly the same thing.

“Oh, but we are. They just don't know it yet,” Jackie tells her with a wink and she can’t help but roll her eyes.

“We-”

V drops her hand when she realizes Jackie’s attention has gone elsewhere, an older woman walking past the two. She’s nothing unusual, older looking than most of the crowd here, sure but nothing immediately stands out to V. An older woman with long gray hair shaved on one side and a bright yellow cropped sweater, She marches her way across the bar and into a blue lit booth, moving past a guard.

“'Ey. See that old lady there?”

“Yeah, didn’t know grannies were your type,” V taunts him again, he’s always given her shit for her taste in older people, yet he’s ogling some grandma?

“Fuck off,” he playfully smacks her, but nearly knocks her from her chair, “that’s fuckin’ Rogue, best fixer in all o' Night City.”

“Thought Dex was the best?”

“Pff… Rogue was linin' up jobs when Dex was still shittin' in diapers, heh. Place belongs to her.”

“What can I getcha?” The bartender cuts in, hands down on the bar in front of them. She’s a woman with long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and a soft round face.

V doesn’t drink on the job, something she’s always stuck to. But, this is Jackie’s dream and she knows how he likes to celebrate. If nothing else, their banter has failed to undo her nerves, maybe booze will do the trick.

“You order,” she signs to Jackie and he grins.

“You drinkin’?”

“Special night, pick me something nice.”

“Two Tequila Old Fashioneds with a splash of cerveza and a chili garnish.”

“A duo of Johnny Silverhands, comin' up,” the bartender starts to put the drinks together, “somebody did their homework.”

“Guessing the dog ate mine,” V signs, confused because what the fuck is a silver hand?

“Age-old tradition. Drinks're named after our regulars,” she explains, putting the drinks down in front of the mercs.

“What’d I have to do to get a drink named after me?”

“Snuff it,” she grins, “ In mind-blowingly spectacular fashion, Mid-op'd be best.”

“Aah, what a beaut of a tradition!”

“Steep price for a drink, not going to lie,” V signs, letting her nerves speak for her, if only for a moment. Her guts are in knots, she can only hope the alcohol will untangle. All of the merc’s usual stress relieving tactics other than a weed brownie, have failed to do much of anything.

“Hey, everyone's gotta go sometime, right? Why not in style? Death’s nothing but the final flourish!”

“To hitting the major leagues,” she signs, holding her shot in the other hand.

“To becoming legends.”

She pushes her mask just up above her mouth, careful not to smudge her lipstick and they throw back their shots. Smooth but strong booze with a kick of spice from the garnish, a burn in her throat. Not her style, but she’s had worse. She pushes her mask back down, regarding the bartender, her nametag says Claire.

“So, who else can I drink here?” She still has no idea who Silverhand is, but maybe there’s a name she does recognize, reading the posted drink menu.

“All on the menu…”

“'Cept there's a spot missing. Morgan Blackhand, right?”

“Heh, true. Morgan's yet to make up his mind he's dead or still kickin',” Claire tells Jackie and V rolls her eyes.

“Think he’s still alive? It’s been years,” Jackie asks Claire.

“No way he’s still alive,.” The radio was just talking about the devastation of the tower going down, if that many folks were killed who were just near it, then there’s no way someone who was in the tower survived.

“Why not? Look at Rogue. Peeps from that era - a species unto themselves.”

“And one day we’re gonna be there too,” Jackie probably proclaims, “speaking of which, name’s Jackie Welles if you want to write down my recipe.”

“Sure.” There’s a playfulness in her tone, just going along with Jackie’s whims.

“Shot of vodka on the rocks, lime juice, ginger beer… oh, and most importantly - a splash of love.”

“Haha, I'll remember that.”

“Gag,” V signs just to see the glare Jackie levels her way, the playful smack of her arm.

“Okay, what’s your drink then?”

“Literally, the only thing I drink is like cherry cola with a splash of bourbon.”

“You know those are usually supposed to be reversed, the bourbon and coke.”

“Maybe so, but, and hear me out… cherry cola tastes better.”

“Heard you were Dex’s latest finds,” Claire tells them.

“Just biz, no big deal.”

“How'd you know?” V raises an eyebrow behind her mask.

“My job to know. Look around - how do you think meres earn their reps? Through gossip rivaling that of schoolgirls, that's how.”

“Mr. DeShawn see you now,” a booming voice rings out behind the mercs, turning around she sees Dex’s bodyguard. The first time she’s heard his voice.

“Love to hang, imbibe the vibe, but we got an important meeting,” Jackie tells Claire, getting up from his seat and V following suit, throwing some cash down on the bar.

“Break a leg.”

“This way,” the bodyguard tells them and the mercs falls in line behind him. He leads them around the bar, past the crowd and through a door towards the back of the club. The lighting shifting, more blue than green as they walk past another vending machine.

“Damn, holmes, you're huge... Work out?” Jackie asks, unable to stand the silence.

“Hmm.” A vague grunt as they pass through another door, the music fading as they get further from the main bar. But V can just hear the starting beat of some old dad rock, something about losing another day to pointless drudgery.

“Same here, y'know, in the ring. You do some kinda exotic shit? Kempo? Ninjitsu?”

Nothing as they turn another corner.

“Think you could take me, drop me?”

“Jackie…” Why must he sound like he’s picking a fight with the guy?

“In here,” the guard says, stopping and standing in front of another door.

"Este pinche tipo..."

The door opens and they’re greeted to the first room with warm lighting, though it just seems to be a storage corner. With a cabinet and vending machine. But to the left are barely see through walls of a booth that takes up half the room, through them V can just see T-Bug’s outline and leather couches.

They walk around, the front of the booth opened. A wrap around black leather couch goes around the back wall and left side of the booth. Dex sat on the back portion, talking into a holo about Excelsior and cold hard eddies. T-Bug sat to side, a table in the center of the room with the Flathead, Jinguji boxes, and shards placed on neat little index cards. There’s a small disconnect leather seat in the right corner, next to the door.

“Gotta bounce,” Dex hangs up, “well, if it ain’t Miss V.”

“Whole family in one place! Hah! Finally!”

“That’s one way to put it,” T-Bug teases and a shine of blue catches V’s eye, the netrunner wearing Misty’s bracelet. She can’t help but smile.

“A’ight, then… Set your butts down comfy,” Dex tells them. Jackie plops himself onto the larger couch next to T-Bug, comfortably spreading his arms over the back of it while V takes the smaller seat, putting her at an angle to see everyone. She stifles a laugh, seeing Jackie’s leg excitedly bounce up and down.

“Sweet booth, is it soundproof?”

“Jackie…” T-Bug scolds and V stifles a laugh.

“Now, now, Mr. Welles is right. We gon' be goin' over some sensitive material. But if it's all right with y'all, I'd like to start with a question for Miss V… Evelyn Parker - how'd you fare?”

All eyes on her, stomach still twisted in a vise, this is her chance. She’s got to tell him, but she doesn’t want Evelyn hurt. Some fixers will go to any length to get revenge on a client or merc who does them dirty. But, he’s got a right to know the shit she pulled.

“Intel was good, brain dance was exactly what we needed….”

“So, she just wanna see wha'ss good, or was there somethin' else?”

“Honestly?”

“Wouldn’t ask for anything else, Miss V.”

“She’s high risk as far as clients go. Shady as fuck, naïve as all hell, and genuinely thought she could make me another offer.”

“Another offer?” Dex’s brow raises about his sunglasses.

“Wanted me to cut you out for more cash, told her no, of course. But, wouldn’t do business with her again, if I were you.”

“Cut me out… shiiiit, now that’s rich,” Dex laughs, Jackie nervously laughing along, “Clients... never learn, do they?”

“You’re not pissed?”

“Lived in NC too long to blow my top every time some amateur thinks they can take me for a ride. Parker ain't the first and sure as hell won't be the last.”

“Fair enough,” V lets out a sigh, thankful if nothing else that Dex doesn’t seem prone to getting too mad at Evelyn. Maybe she’s being too kind, but she can’t help but think Evelyn is more naive than malicious when it comes to the offer. A stranger to the merc world.

“I do appreciate you sharin' this info, though, Miss V. You see, trust… …is essential in any partnership that's to be long-lasting and fruitful.”

“Figured you had a right to know, so, what’s the plan?”

“This.”

Dex gestures towards the shards on the table, V takes the one in front of her and slides it into her shard slot. UI and graphics lighting up her mask, a map pulling up on the tech.

“Me and Dex've already covered the fine detes. Ops wise, should be a stroll on the beach.”

“Elaborate, I wanna hear it.”

“A Delamain'll drop your asses at the front door of Konpeki Plaza,” a picture of the hotel shows, then two names, “You'll stroll right in thanks to your false identities. Then, with Bug's help, you'll breach the hotel's subnet…”

“Mine and the Flathead's help.” Images of the hotel’s interior and the bot flash by.

“Last but not least, you slip into Yorinobu's penthouse and klep the Relic,” his words bring up images of the heir and his suite.

“Goes without sayin' we do this on the hush - ideally no bodies, not a one.” The shard shows them The Relic and then blips out.

“You'll have T-Bug on comms for the duration. Time for your burnin' questions.”

“What’s our cover?” V asks, they’ve been told a thousand times they’ll be acting like corpos, but that’d be hard to do if they have no idea what their story is suppose to be.

“Hello, Ramón Victorino,” T-Bug looks at Jackie and then to V, “and you’re Hannah Conwell.”

“Ramón - yeah, OK. What do we say we're there for?”

“Biz as usual. Corpo arms deal. Case anyone asks, you there for a bogus meetin' with Arasaka's defense rep - Hajime Taki. Anything else?”

“How do we get in the penthouse?”

“Yorinobu's got barely any muscle. Hardest part'll be penthouse security. If we wanna disable, we'll need to neutralize Konpeki's dweller - elite ‘runner monitoring the hotel's subnet twenty-four seven. Only catch is there's no way to get in the dweller's den from the outside.”

“Hold on, how you want us to get inside a room you can't get into?”

“Trust me when I say whatever hitch you think up. T-Bug's solved it already”

“This is where the Flathead comes in. You'll have to get him in the ventilation shafts, guide him to the dweller and force the dweller to… take a break. Flathead'll stay there, jacked into the dweller, but thanks to that I’ll be able to roll out your red carpet into the penthouse.”

“Anything else?”

“Transports a Delamain?” She has no idea if the company has an ASL sign like most other corporations and doesn’t have time to think of one on the fly.

“Preemest cab company in all Night City… Nada mal,” hackie tells her.

“DeShawn don't ever work with anyone but the best. I consider Delamain just that.”

“Yeah, who needs creepy, nosy cab drivers when you've got a clean AI to get you from point A to point B in style?”

“And how he bags a permit to operate every year's still a mystery.”

“If everythin' goes as planned, Delamain'll drop you back here. If things get sticky, he'll head for the safe house.”

“Which is?”

“The No-Tell Motel. Quiet, no questions asked. Make our next move from there. But I'm flat certain that won't be necessary. Though, there is one more consideration for if it does.”

“What’s that?”

“Hate to put you on the spot, Miss V,” Dex explains, “but if shit goes sour, I’m gonna need to know who I’m letting into the hotel. Mask can’t go with to Konpeki, so I’d sure feel a hell of a lot better if I knew what was hiding behind that thing.”

“Oh… yeah, that makes sense.”

Even if she’d have Jackie with her when shit goes down, Dex is trusting her with this heist. The least she can do is trust him to see her face and not write her off or sell her out to The Herd if the chance arised. Not that she can see that happening anyway…

“Don’t even know why you wore the thing in, V,” Jackie teases.

“Well, there are other fixers here, didn’t want to give away my face…”

V carefully pulls off her mask, feeling exposed all over again, a new set of eyes on her face. The merc knows how she looks; five feet with a head of bleach blonde hair and big gray eyes. Not the picture one conjures in their mind when they think of a capable, strong, badass merc. Sprinkle in her disability and the reactions to her deafness; most people think she’s not a threat, weak.

“That what you’ve been hiding behind that mask? All that fuss, for what?” Dex laughs.

“Hard to take,” she stumbles over her English trying to sign at the same time, “be taken- seriously sometimes when you’re five foot nothing, deaf, and look like…”

“Gutterpunk Barbie,” Jackie cuts in to tease, earning him a sharp kick to the shin.

“Fuck off.”

“Trust me, Miss V, you pull off this job; ain’t nobody in their right mind gonna underestimate you”

“That’s the hope...”

“Any other questions?”

“I got a question. When do we get to the real reason we're all here?” Jackie asks, shooting a wink V’s way.

“Now's a good a time as any. Fresh talent gets thirty percent always, but I'm willin' to make an exception in your case. I'ma cut you a nice, juicy forty as a bonus for your honesty, V.”

“Much appreciated.”

“Ka-ching baby!~”

“Last thing, Konpeki's got a strict no-iron policy. Security gates, the works. So you dawgs'll leave your lead-spitters in the ride, take the Flathead inside in its case.”

“Got your suits from Jinguji on the table.”

“¡Chido!”

“Thanks, Bug.”

“So, not to count chickens, but when'll we see our eddies?”

“All depends how Ms. Parker unrolls herself or her role, but a week, two tops is my guess.”

“And what do we do in the mean time?”

“You sit tight, heads down, 'cause ol' uncle Arasaka be watching. Now, as that ol’ Greek dawg says, life's a banquet - so don't go thirsty, but don't get drunk, either,” he tells them as he leaves the booth, “Your chariot awaits outside.”

“My cue to delta, too. Gotta prep to jack in, be there when you come on comms. Any other issues, now's your chance,” T-Bug tells them, shifting her feet and something catches V’s eye. Delta V emblazoned on the netrunner’s boots, was that there before?

“Plan - your take?” V shakes the thought from her head, must be a brand or a runner thing V doesn’t know.

“Enough, I hope, to put me in a luxury Creton Villa from which I'll never set foot in cyberspace again.”

“Send me a postcard?”

“No offense, but I'm gonna burn any and all bridges - need a clean break.”

“Gonna take Misty’s bracelet with you?” Jackie teases, grinning because he caught it too.

“Shut up,” she tells him, rolling her eyes.

“Uh, just realized something, what’s gonna happen to our clothes? I don’t want to lose my mask…”

“No worries, put them in the boxes, we’ll have ‘em sent back to your places.”

“Alright then, lets get this show on the road.”

“Let's get to work, go ahead and get changed, Delamain is parked out front, uh, okay-”Bug starts to trip over her words when the two mercs start taking off their jackets, “you can use the bathrooms.”

“Eh,”

Jackie and V shrug their shoulders, the outfits are right there. Not much point in dragging them out to the bathroom. The pair shared a bedroom for the better half of six months, a room with one bed. They’ve seen each other naked plenty, boundaries destroyed a long while back.

“Why do I bother,” T-Bug rolls her eyes and leaves the booth, letting the pair change.

V kicks off her boots and takes off her socks, Jackie tugging off his jewelry first.

“So, you’re nerves still going crazy?” Jackie asks her as she tugs off her shirt, his own tossed off.

“What do you mean?” She tugs off her pants, both mercs soon standing around in their underwear.

“Can’t hide that shit from me, chica, been giving me twice as much hell as usual. You’re freaking out.”

“High stakes, Jack, of course I’m a nervous mess. Means I give a shit.”

She pulls the slack on and tugs on the white blouse, buttoning it up. The two of them putting on the corpo clothes, similar in look. Black slacks, white button up tops, black suit jackets, and Misty’s beaded bracelets for protection. Each perfectly tailored for their body types.

“Don’t sweat it so much, V, we got this.” He sticks his fist out.

“Sure fuckin’ hope so.” She bumps her fist to his.

Their street clothes are packed away in the boxes, V puts in her optic contacts and slide on her heels, then they start to make their way out of the booth. But, Jackie stops her with a hand on her shoulder and he taps his throat. She catches on taking off her choker translator, neck feeling bare and odd without the tech. With that they leave out through the club, Jackie carrying the Flathead case and the smaller merc keeps her head down as best she can. Her stomach still in knots as they spot the Delamain in the parking lot.

Her life is about to change forever; hopefully for the best. She’s on the cusp of having everything she’s wanted since she’s come to the city. The verge of earning the respect of everyone in this city and finally feeling like she’s someone, like she’s done something.

So, why does she feel like she’s about to puke?

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #johnny silverhand #silverv #jackie welles #t-bug #dexter deshawn #female v #aidan v becker #aidan becker #original female v

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Kill Me Hardly (Last Ch.)

Notes: Last chapter!!! This chapter is straight up Fluff, with nsfw, bc I’m a simple being :’) Those who just want a sad ending, can pretend that this chapter doesn’t exist, lol.

Warnings: mild Smut (or, milder than what I’m use to writing)

@youtubequeens: I tried my best, haha

Light. Warmth. Softness. Beeping. Everything dawned slowly onto you at once as you stared at the wall with half-lidded eyes, regaining your focus as your fingertips felt something soft. Feeling something. You jolted awake, sitting upwards. Your legs felt heavy, everything felt warm and safe, the ghosts were gone, and you wondered if this was how newborns felt, for everything seemed to be new and yet familiar.

Like a new dawn, you felt your own heart beating as the monitor beeped in with excitement. You also felt weak and tired, your frame was sick and paler than the healthy flush that it had use to be, and a soft snoring jolted you out of your thoughts as you looked at your hands.

“T-” You tried, yet your vocal chords were unused for a year, but you still felt a strong sense of relief and peace, and your heart thrummed with searing warmth as the man who you had beginning to develop feelings for, had his head and arms nestled comfortably within your lap, your fingers threading through his hair gently.

“…” You tried clearing your throat as you looked around your surroundings. Cards, flowers, stuffed animals littered the table next to you, no doubt from your friend and family, you and Taishiro were alone within the room, and yet, you also desperately missed your parents.

A thought struck you, how did he get in here? Where were your parents? Did they leave before he came here? It was such a miracle that you were alive, and yet, you were so confused.

“Ta-Tai-chan.” You croaked out lowly, looking down. He only stirred slightly. You huffed out a small noise of adoration. Alive. You were alive and feeling, and he came all this way….

“T..” You shook him gently. He stirred. He groaned when you pinched his cheeks, squeezing them softly as finally, his eyelids slid open, and then widened as he stared at you, taking you in. You didn’t have a chance to really think, before he lifted himself up in such a haste, and then lunged.

Surprise. You were surprised that he had leaned you down in which he was now hovering over you, staring at you thoroughly as one hand held himself above you, and the other clasped onto yours, rubbing a calloused thumb over your palm rather gently.

“Tai..” You tried, reaching up to caress his cheek. He leaned down, resting onto his elbows now as he surprised you with a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Shush. Ya damned woman. Makin’ me worry an’ shit.” He said softly, his own voice cracking a little. You smiled a little, he was trying so hard not to let the tears flow, and yet you were rubbing away the wetness with the gentle sweeping of your thumb.

The next thing you knew, he was holding your face gently as he began kissing you. Your eyelids, cheek, jaw, and finally, mouth with a fervent hunger, and you couldn’t help but whine with surprise want, gripping your hands tightly in his hair, him groaning as his face slid down to the crook of your neck. You jumped, but he kissed the scarred up wound so softly, threading his hand through your own hair, feeling that you were very real.

“Fuckin’ hell, ya scared me last night.” He said, voice muffling in your neck, sending tingles down your spine.

The both of you jumped as loud knocks echoed on the door. Taishiro reluctantly pulled away with a scowl on his face, placing himself back on the seat where he had been presumably all night as the familiar doctor walked in with a glass of water, and a closed packet with some rubbing alcohol.

“Why, hello! You must be very confused and exhausted, am I correct? I’m Doctor Fujiharu Akashi, I’ve been in charge of taking care of you. Please relax, I need to take your vitals, and explain to you what’s been happening.” The gray haired doctor said with a bright smile. Taishiro stood up so that the doctor could talk to you as he set the cup of water next to the desk, you took it and sipped on it slowly as he continued talking.

“Your body will need time, but there’s a high chance for it to recover wonderfully. You’ll need to eat soft foods, and drink things that have electrolytes in them, such as chicken broth or Gatorade. My nurse assistant should be printing you out a list of foods in which you can or can’t have.” The doctor babbled, you listening as you winced at the needle.

“-as you understand, you are a very, very lucky person. Your heartbeat had picked up at an abnormal rate last night, and we concluded that you were close to waking up. After...um...a year.” He stalled, looking guilty as he adjusted his glasses. You didn’t blame him, for he didn’t know that you were a ghost.

“Year?” You played along, tilting your head.

“Yes. I’m sorry, Miss (Y/n). I know it’s not easy to take in, but you’re safe now. Your parents had left you in the care of your friend. They needed to go..um...well, I’ll let him explain it to you later, alright? Your voice and organs should be up and running fine in a few days. Until then, we’ll have to keep an eye on you to see how you’re coping well, alright?” Dr. Akashi finished, taking the tube with him as he bowed, leaving you and Tai alone.

You turned towards him, raising an eyebrow.

“They were confused as hell, but long story short, I told ‘em that I was a pen-pal overseas, and told them of what I knew ‘bout ya. They seemed wary, but friendly enough. Of course they couldn’t stay, long. Yer brother had court, today. They’ll be here, later.” He explained, rubbing his hand softly over yours. You squeezed gently, making a humming sound in your throat.

You wanted to say something, to bring up the elephant in the room, but you were oddly, very happy and surprised, and didn’t want to break the spell. As if sensing your confusion or unrest, Taishiro sighed.

“Ya know, I thought a lot last night. Watchin’ ya sleep- don’t give me that look!” He huffed as you squinted at him with a judging stare.

“Oh, whatever. Anyways, I thought about ya. Me. Us. What ya might do after ya heal...and...it’ll be weird livin’ without ya, is what I’m sayin’! If...if ya wanna..kami, this is hard.” He bit his lip, a pretty red flushed to his cheeks and neck, and he sighed, looking at your own reddening cheeks.

“Look, I like ya. More than I’d thought I’d like anybody. You’re a little worm, crawlin’ into people’s heart-ow! Okay, that’s fair.” He rubbed his shoulder, squinting at you as you glared. He took in a breath as he then stared at you with a stern seriousness, his hand clasped onto yours as the other smoothed over your cheek.

“You’ve gotten close to me. Ya’ve caught me. I..I don’t wanna be the kind of man that you or yer parents should hafta fear, or look down on. It took such a fuckin’ scare from ya for me to get my ass in gear. I’ve made up my mind, thinkin’ last night,” He gave you such a soft look, and briefly you wondered if this was the same person months ago, yet you held his endearing gaze as he continued to finish his speech.

“-that I wanna protect ya. N’ everybody who’s been through that shit. Ya, yer parents, hell, even Dabi’s girls, knowin’ that their job ain’t easy, an’ they got mouths to feed. I hafta go home, let ya be with yer parents and friends, but I’ll be here everyday, if ya want. I’m gonna get rid of all that villain shit, buy some more vanilla candles, an’ look fer jobs.” He finished, and you stared at him with such surprise and shock, you felt tears welling in your eyes.

“O-oi! Don’t start cryin’ on me! Ya sap!” He squinted, eternally screaming on what to do, and you smiled.

“Beautiful.” You mumbled out, but he heard you, his blush darkening at your own wonderstruck stare. His expression softened a bit through furrowed eyebrows as his eyes met yours. As if to say “hell with it”, he leaned in, silently asking for a kiss, and of course you breached the distance between the two of you, catching him off guard as you grabbed the front of his hoodie, bringing him down to meet your lips. You grinned, catching him off guard as he made a muffled groan.

He pulled away, huffing out a laugh.

“Damned woman. My damned woman. Ya know, I’m gonna get ya later fer all the shit you’ve pulled. Just you wait.” He promised darkly, and you shivered with an odd mix of excitement and anticipation.

“For now, though, I gotta go. Rest up, Babe. You’re gonna need it.” He gave you one last kiss, before reluctantly heading out of the door.

….………

To say that you were relieved, was an understatement. Your parents were so damned happy to see you, your mother and father enveloping you in a tight hug, but not too tight. Your body was a little frail, not as strong as it use to be, so you had to stay in the hospital until you could be discharged.

Of course, you were far from being lonely. Both of your parents and Taishiro would meet up with you regularly, them telling embarrassing stories about you, and you, gaining back your voice, would hush them in embarrassment or change the subject, quickly as your partner, yes, partner, laughed.

However, when your parents were too busy, Taishiro would be more than happy to spend his time with you, telling you how he was getting noticed quickly by the police, but in a good way. He grinned, showing off his badge, and your eyes glittered with excitement.

“That’s great! Who did you steal it, from?” Slipped out, and he rolled his eyes, pinching your cheeks a little roughly as you complained.

“Figured that I’d try my hand at somethin’ that I do know about. Fightin, criminals, fightin’ criminals, ya know. Hafta do trainin’ classes, but so far they’re impressed. Heh, they should be. Fatgum was a notorious villain, after all who was good at shovin’ down police officers.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Braggart.”

“Heh. Says the college lady who’s takin’ online classes.” He pointed out. It was true. After word got out of your recovery, your old college had promised to continue your education, since it was already paid for, and you were close to graduating, anyway. Of course you took online classes, and joined the classroom through a camera, but you healed and studied, while Taishiro stayed busy, he did offer a solution to your loneliness if he or nobody else could visit you.

Cue a gaggle of giggling women, fawning over you as they babbled among themselves, fixing their makeup and painting your nails. At first, you were flabbergasted, but a grinning Dabi dropped in and told you that Taishiro said that you were the one helping him bring food and stuff for the girls. Although the scarred man didn’t know how, he trusted Tai, and thought that it’d be nice for the adult women to keep their savior a bit of company.

Not having much lady friends, you agreed reluctantly, but quickly took a shine to the bright-eyed ladies and their adorable children as they told stories that surprised and shocked you, and of course made you blush furiously, for they were still sex workers, and you were not use to such stories.

“Always use lube~! Even aroused, it’s normal for some people to just not get wet. So don’t hurt yourself, Babe!” One chirped.

“Oooh! Glass dildos are easy to clean, and are soooo much smoother than plastic or silicone. Any lube can go on them, and won’t wear the toy down.”

“I got one! Always pee after sex. You can and will get a urinary tract infection if you’re not careful.”

Yeah, you’ve learned a lot other than your college classes.

When Taishiro wasn’t busy, he’d bring you his favorite snack, Takoyaki, as the two of you talked about everything and nothing. You liked these days, where it was just you and him, how he’d say that you smelled like vanilla, that’s why he has so many of those candles, and you telling him that you’re learning too much things from the girls. He’d wink at you, saying that if you wanted to, you could teach him, and then laughing at your frustrated yet flushed face.

Two months had passed so soon. It was nearing Christmas, and you’ve gained back your own weight, skin looking healthy and you were about to be discharged. Of course you wanted to move in with Taishiro, and with your parent’s knowledge, he moved your things to his apartment. Or, so you thought.

“Wait...so...my things aren’t at your apartment?” You quirked an eyebrow. He grinned.

“Neither are mine.”

“What the fu-”

“Language, young missy.” He tutted, mocking a teacher as he wagged a finger. You laughed.

“No, but Tai, where are our things?” You pressed, and he grinned. You glared.

“I moved them.”

“Wheeeeeere?” You drawled out in a whine, and he switched out his grin for a smug smile.

“To our new home.”

“Wait, what?”

“Ya heard me! Figured that I’ve been savin’ a lot of money from my old “job”, that you an’ I could, I dunno, moveintoahouseorsomethin’.” He said it so fast, but it caught your attention.

“Taishiro...you? Got us a house?” You asked softly. He looked away sheepishly for a moment.

“Well, yeah. Should’ve asked ya, first, but, it was in the middle of the city, an’ a heh, “steal”, an’ it’s near plenty of job opportunities for yer career. If ya don’t like it, I’ll-”

You shushed him in a kiss, pulling away for a moment before beaming from ear to ear.

“You sap. It sounds perfect.”

“Shut up, I know.” He grinned, kissing you in turn.

“No, but seriously, please inform me of important decisions from now on. I don’t need more anymore surprises.”

“Will do, Sweetheart.” He hummed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“So. Does this place have a stripper pole?”

“Tch, Cheeky woman, who do ya think I am? I was goin’ to ask your permission to install one in our bedroom.” He joked, and yet you oddly didn’t mind the idea.

“Only if your service is free.” You giggled, and he laughed.

“For you? Only.”

………….

After being discharged, you had finally gotten to get some more fresh air, getting out of the hospital bed as you looked around your surroundings, glad to be free of the grisly spirits, even on the streets. Of course, Taishiro had taken you to your new home, the both of you standing outside and he grinned proudly.

Although he mentioned house, he didn’t mention almost a mansion. You gave him a look.

“What?”

“Taishiro, as I am beyond grateful, isn’t this a bit, much?” You asked, solemnly. He frowned, and already you felt bad.

“Ya...don’t like it?”

“Kami, I love it, it’s beyond perfect! It just caught me off guard, a little, and I wondered if it’ll be lonely? You know, such a big house, and so many rooms…” You glanced at him, and he found himself smiling.

“Ya know? I think there’s a way that we could use up the rooms.” He drawled, and already you found that you were blushing furiously.

“Not that, you pervert! Well, maybe that, but only in like, two rooms! Anyways. Even if I’m in the police force, now, I’m still on good terms with Dabi an’ his boss. The lady’s and their kids...really need a break from livin’ in the slums….” He drawled out. You quirked an eyebrow.

“Our home isn’t going to be ran like a brothel.”

“I know that! I was sayin’…maybe we can set up a daycare? For their kids? So that they can grow up more safely. So they don’t hafta resort to gang violence, ya know? It’s not a permanent home, but it’ll be a place for each parent an’ kid to be in their own rooms.”

“As much as I like that idea, Taishiro, we need a solid plan to make this work. Okay, so each room-” You began babbling as he listened, giving you his own ideas, which you also liked. The two of your continued your conversation after taking a look inside of the house, pointing out which rooms were the two of yours, and which rooms could be spared. It was a lot to think about, but you genuinely wanted a more safer place for your lady friends whom you’ve grown fond of, and of course, for their children.

Calling Dabi, said man gave his own insight on the idea, and said that that would work, perfectly, as he could make sure that his girls and their kids were safe and more sound, knowing that they’d be in a safer neighborhood.

All in all, the plan boiled down to, was that each parent and child had their own daycare bedroom for a limited amount of time per day. Although they couldn’t permanently live in there, because of food, rent, and you really not wanting to have a bunch of women living with you, constantly, the children could be in a safe place while their parents worked, Dabi’s other girls who didn’t have kids, looked after them, giving you and Tai plenty of space and time for each other. Although, you didn’t mind being a babysitter, as long as you weren’t overworked.

Even though you had gotten close to the ladies, cameras were set up so nobody could bring unwanted guests. To the both of you, it sounded like a good plan.

It didn’t happen overnight, of course, as you had finally had gotten hired at a really well paying job, the two of you stayed busy, yet made time for each other as you possibly could, while in both of your spare times, made funds here and there to remodel each room. Although working, you didn’t stress yourself, for you were still healing, a little, but you tried to help Tai in anyway you can as you decorated the rooms, laughing as you smeared orange paint onto his face, leaving him to growl playfully, kissing you senseless as he quickly returned the favor, grinning with pride as you had a poorly drawn red heart on your arm. You smiled.

When all rooms were finished, Dabi was called, and thus a small group of women and their children came to look at the place.

Cue a bunch of teary eyed women, hugging you as they sobbed out how grateful they were, and how their babies were now much safer away from the crappy parts of the city, even for a little bit. Taishiro smiled a bit fondly as you held onto one of their kids, leaning in and whispering in your ear.

“Hey, I want one.” He grinned darkly, and you shrugged.

“Sure.”

“What?” His brain seemed to stop, still, and you chuckled at his frozen expression.

“We both have stable jobs, and a good home. Plus some very awesome babysitters. Tit for tat.” You winked, and he grinned.

“We still haven’t-”

“Oh, and did I mention? Rubber toys can absorb bacteria-”

“Yuna! There’s children, here!”

……………..

It was nearing spring, you were getting more acquainted with seeing happy, hyper children, and learning more from the ladies, whether it be parental or other advice. You didn’t mind them, liking the way they’ve kept you company on your days off, helping you clean and cook as Taishiro was at work. If you were at work, he’d rather be out and about with his work buddies, saying that he felt uncomfortable being around a group of ladies when his own woman was away. It touched you, really.

Of course your parents started visiting, more often when they could, learning that you were taking care of others, they were very proud of you and although wary that so many women lived in your home, you reassured them that you trusted your partner. They’ve brought news about your brother, saying that he was going through rehab and therapy. Although he didn’t want to bother you, nor pressure you into forgiving him, he passed the word to your parents, that he was thinking of you, and wished that he could have been a better sibling. All you could do is wish the best for him, and wait and see for yourself.

With Tai’s and your jobs, the two of you made a very good team, splitting the bills and chores equally, as the two of you had taken time out of your rather busy schedules to go on dates, help with charities, taking care of your friends and their children, and support each other. He was still a grumpy Tsundere, but you were his cheeky smartass, so it all evened out.

…………(nsfw)

You were fully healed when the two of your’s first anniversary came around. Physically, as well as mentally, you were ready. Although dating for a year, the two of you were so busy with work, looking after the girls, going to local charities, and learning to love and cope within society, the complete act of sex wasn’t a thing between the two of you. Sure, after heavy kissing sessions, you’d cum around his fingers and tongue, and vice versa, but neither of you had the time to take to really slow the world down and appreciate each other, and that’s what you’ve wanted, and he couldn’t have agreed more.

So the two of you planned to use your vacation days to use on Halloween, or the two of your’s anniversary. Nobody was in your home, the vanilla candles lit up, making the bedroom have enough flickering light that the two of you could still see each other.

He kissed your scar rather more gently than the rest of you. You whined as feather-like kisses adored you, while in contrast, his hips had moved against yours, lifting your leg on top of his shoulder, he buried himself more deeply inside you as you made a keen whine, threading your fingers within his hair tightly. With his free hand, he had cupped your cheek, making it easier for him to kiss your face as your body moved under the shaking bed due to his sharp thrusting.

“I-it’s…warm.” You murmured, feeling the intense heat making you sweat, sharply contrasting the cold, dead feeling as a spirit. He must’ve known what you were talking about, as he then kissed you tenderly.

“I know, Baby. Mu-must’ve been rough, huh? H-heh.” He chuckled quietly at his own dirty joke, and you let out a breathy huff of laughter mixed in with a moan. He worked himself into you, feeling your walls grip him as he churned them, hitting your sensitive spot as your legs trembled as they tightened around his waist and shoulder blade, toes curling as you felt yourself scrambling for that high.

“Th-that’s it. Feel ya...squ-eezin’ onto me. Let yourself go, Baby.” He urged, slowing down, only to aim sharp, powerful thrusts into you as you felt tears of frustration pool. Having none of that, he kissed your eyes, forehead, and mouth as you trembled all over, squeezing him as if he was a lifeline as you bit out his name, finally cumming onto his cock as your orgasm ripped through you.

Seeing such a sight, and on the verge of his own release, he quickened his hips, paying no mind to the squeaking of the bed-frame as the headboard slammed into the wall, you whined out as your sensitivity heightened, saying his name in a mantra of sentences as he fucked you into the mattress, precum, lube, and your cum soiling the bedspread underneath.

In what had seemed to be a looping moment, he gripped your hips towards him in a final, harsh thrust as he then stilled, cussing and letting out your own name as he shot his release inside of you. The both of you panted, as he rested his forehead against yours, hips shallowly moving on their own as he pushed his cum deeper into you as you hummed gently with approval.

“You alright, Honey?” He asked, and you nodded tiredly as he gently pulled out, you whining at the loss as your opening clenched onto nothing, pearlescent fluid dripping out of you.

“Mmm. Better take those lady’s advice an’ use the bathroom. I’ll clean up and meet ya in the shower for round two.” He purred, and you flushed, yet grinning wildly.

…………..End.

:’) I just went straight ahead for domestic fluff and Tai and reader taking care of everybody while living their best lives, especially after all of that angst. This was a field fic, I’ll tell you what.

#fatgum x reader #Fatgum #Taishiro Toyomitsu #You thought you've seen the last #Field fic of a trip #I don't know what or where I was writing #To be happy Ig #I've had a day #And just began writing #Some of it doesn't make any sense but shhh #Au #They low-key adopt everyone

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Meet The Family. (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Summary: Draco finally visits Y/N’s family home for the first time. The trip ultimately brings them closer together. (Set during Order Of The Phoenix).

Word Count: 1,982

Gif Not Mine. Requests Are Open!

Warnings: None, I don’t think.

Draco's hand gripped mine tightly, his palm clammy and coated in a thin layer of sweat. He's nervous. If his hand didn't give it away, the look in his smoky grey eyes definitely did. Squeezing his hand, I offer him a bright smile as my eyes glance over his outfit. "You couldn't have worn something a little less formal?" As much as I love Draco's style, it really isn't appropriate attire for the occasion. His crisp white shirt is accompanied by a form fitting black suit jacket. On his feet are a polished pair of undoubtedly expensive shoes. It would be the perfect outfit if we were attending a meal of some sort. Not visiting my family home. "I don't see a problem with my clothes. After all I need to make a good impression." He tells me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "My family will love you! Now, sit down with me. My brother is late as usual." Taking a seat at the edge of the long, dirt road, I cross my legs beneath me. Embracing the warm summer sun as it hits my face. Draco looks at me as if I've gone mad and I find myself giggling slightly. Of course he won't sit down. He grew up in a manor of all places. "I'm no peasant Y/N." "And I am?" I tease, shielding my eyes from the sun as I glance up at the pale boy. Before Draco can say anything else the sound of a vehicle approaching silences the pair of us. When it comes to a stop in front of us, my brother hops out of the driver's seat. Immediately scooping me up in a rather tight hug. "This is Draco, my boyfriend." "I know who he is. Everyone knows the Malfoy's." My brother states, glaring at the blonde boy who has taken particular interest in his shoes, focusing on them rather than my brother. Hauling our trunks into the back of the truck, my brother climbs back into the driver's seat and motions for us to get into the back. Upon looking into the passenger seat, I spot our two dogs stretched across the seats. Rolling my eyes, I pull myself up, offering a hand for the still timid boy. "Are you sure this is safe?" Draco asks me as we take seats upon a stack of hay directly behind the back window. "It's as safe as riding a Nimbus 2000." Leaning into his side, we watch as the numerous fields slowly fade into the distance. The ride to my house is short, though by the time we reach the farm, I'm ready to be home. As soon as we jump out of the truck, my mum comes hurtling out of the door. A huge smile set upon her face, making her look much younger. "Draco! It's so wonderful to meet you. Our Y/N talks about you non-stop, always talking how much of a charming young lad you are." She says, wrapping her arms in a friendly hug before he even has a chance to react. By the look on his face this reaction is unexpected. Draco was determined that my family would hate him, what with the Malfoy reputation. It's fair to say that my brother isn't exactly the biggest fan of Draco. At least not yet anyway. However, I always knew my mum would love him. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs Y/L/N." He states, a small smile forming on his face. "Enough of that nonsense! Call me Y/M/N. You're family now lad, whether you like it or not." I can't help but grin as watch the interaction between the two of them. Pleased that they are actually getting along. The slytherin wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer out of instinct. My mum notices and although she tries to hide it, she can't help her smile from becoming impossibly wider. "Y/N, just because your boyfriend is here that doesn't exempt you from your chores. I expect everything to carry on as usual, do you understand?" My mum's voice switches instantly, from sweet and friendly to calm and stern. "Of course, I wouldn't dream of slacking off." With that my mum scurries back into the kitchen, presumably to prepare dinner. Taking Draco's hand, I pull him inside and up to my bedroom. My house is probably nothing like his. Although I've never been, I've made assumptions. Malfoy Manor sounds like the type of place that is all polished marble and sleek furniture. Whereas my house is wooden and practically falling to pieces, with odd pieces of furniture that simply do not match. As odd as it looks, it's home. Closing the door behind me, I look on in content as the blonde takes in my bedroom. He slowly walks around my room, careful not to miss anything as he stares at each poster and picture that are stuck to my walls. Kicking off my shoes, I flop on to my bed. Staring at the glow in the dark stars that are still stuck to my ceiling. "I'm sorry its so messy and childish. It hasn't really been redecorated since I was a kid." I admit, hearing the sound of his footsteps as he continues to look around. "No, it's cute. It's very you. I like it. I mean, it shows you had a childhood." Smiling at his words, I realise that Draco and I most likely had extremely different childhood's. His being controlled by his parents, telling his what he can and can't do, who he can and can't be friends. Mine being so relaxed and carefree, simply doing whatever I felt like. I feel the weight on my bed shift and Draco's face is hovering above mine. He looks so relaxed, something that I haven't seen him feel for a long time. Not since you know who came back. "You're so beautiful." He whispers. Pressing his lips to mine, I feel the happiest I think I've ever felt. One hand cups my face while the other is positioned next to my head, holding himself above me. My fingers comb through his perfectly styled hair, emitting a low groan from the back of his throat. His tongue gently dips into my mouth as the hand that was cupping my face slowly begins to make its way down my body. His cold fingers slide under my shirt and trace patterns along the skin of my stomach, causing goose bumps to form all over my body. Before his hand can travel any further however, the door is thrown up and my brother stands there with a disgruntled expression set upon his features. "Get off my sister." Peeling himself away from me, he sits at the end of my bed. Sighing slightly, I push myself to sit up. My brother has his arms folded and eyebrows raised as he spots my slightly swollen lips. "Mum said dinner will be in about twenty minutes. She also said you need to feed Chester and Ruth." He tells me, voice monotone as if he doesn't want me to see how he's feeling. Nodding my head, I wait for him to leave before moving. Pulling my boyfriend off the bed, I quickly shove my feet into my shoes and head out of the bedroom. We pass my mum as we dart outside and she simply throws us a soft smile. "Who are Ruth and Chester?" Draco asks, once we're outside. Smiling slyly, I don't answer and instead continue walking to the barn at the back of our house. The sound of hooves against the mud, catches his attention before mine. Looking down in disgust at his now mud coated shoes, yet he continues to follow me into the barn. "This is Chester and Ruth." I say, grabbing a bag of horse feed. Hopping the fence with ease, I begin to fill their buckets with food, only to realise that Draco is still stood by the door. A wary look on his face, as though he's unsure whether he should come over or not. Waving him over, I climb back over the fence and hand him an apple. "Hold your hand out, palm flat. One of them will come to you and take it. They love apples." I say, holding an apple out myself so he can copy my movements. Chester comes over and snatches the apple out of my hand, Ruth follows and takes the apple from Draco. Although he still looks somewhat scared he doesn't run away from them. Which I take as a good sign. Stroking Chester's head, I hear Draco's breathing begin to shake slightly, causing me to look at him. "Are you okay?" I ask, concerned for the boy. "Y/N, where's your dad?" The question was obviously plaguing his mind. Presumably the reason for his shaky breaths. He probably didn't know how to ask. Or didn't want to upset me. "You don't know? I thought everybody knew." "Thought everybody knew what?" He asks, even more curious than he was seconds before. "He's dead. Back when we were in third year he was killed by a group of deatheaters. It was all over the newspapers. It was all anybody could talk about at Hogwarts. I guess that's why my brother is so cold towards you. Especially since your dad's a deatheater." "Is that why you're so against the idea of meeting my parents?" "It was two years ago. I've been through the whole grieving process. I don't want to forget my dad, but I want to move on if that makes sense. If I meet your parents, especially your dad, I don't think I'd be able to handle it. At least not yet." Wrapping my arms around his waist, I rest my head on his chest. Listening to the sound of his beating heart as one of his hands strokes my hair gently. He kisses my forehead gently before bringing my face to look at him. "I understand. There's no rush. I love you and that's all that matters." My heart fills with warmth at those three little words. It sounds like heaven as they spill from his lips and I know that this boy has stolen my heart completely. It sounds silly but it's true. "I love you too." With interlocked hands we walk back to the house just as mum is placing dinner on the table. Taking our seats, we wait for my brother to join us before helping ourselves to chicken and vegetables. The stone cold glares my brother keeps throwing at Draco don't go unnoticed by me and I try my best to ignore it. That is until he tries to cause an argument at the kitchen table. "Don't you feel bad about the way your family treats people? Don't you feel bad that your father has killed people?" "Draco isn't his father!" I object, taking his hand in mine and gripping it as tight as physically can. "No, but he'll follow in his footsteps it's only a matter of time." My brother is looking for a reaction, I know that and judging by the fact that Draco is simply looking down at out hands, he knows it too. "Mum tell him, this isn't fair!" "Quit it. The both of you. Your dad wouldn't want our guest to be treated like this. Draco is apart of this family, so you will treat him like it. Y/N is right, he isn't his father. So show him some respect." My brother continues to eat in silence, looking at neither me nor Draco. I know he won't warm up to him easily but hopefully with a bit of time they'll become some sort of friends. At least for now, there is no more hurtful comments or icy glances. For now everything is peaceful.

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Guilty as Charged - Intrulogical

A one shot that isn’t angsty? Huh, turns out I am capable of writing some form of fluff/crack after all.

Intrulogical is good shit alright?

Blurb: Upon hearing a secret relationship between Logan and Remus, the others wanted to unravel the truth in a courtroom.

Okay no seriously: Here are some trigger warnings in case any of you need them. - Swearing - Remus, just, Remus - Sexual name calling - Courtroom scenario - Mentions of murder/suspected murder - Pet names

(You can also read this on ao3 too).

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22:00 (PM). Sunday, 27th September, 2020. Courtroom (1).

Roman settled himself on the highest point of the room, the judge’s chair towering over the rest of the valley of seat benches in front of him. A weight scale was displayed in front of the judge’s seat, with the witness stands nicely tucked beside the judge’s space. The room had its same cream and brown structure, the dark wood fitting nicely with the formality of the scene. His red sash was pulled over his white robes, gripping onto the gavel he broke a year before.

Janus seemed smug in his side of the courtroom, chilling near the prosecutor’s benches of the scape. His partner in juristical crime, Patton, stood in his side of the room. Adjusting the silk white tie that laid on his dress shirt, he glanced curiously at the prosecutor. His own black suit fitted nicely with the yellow he adored, as well as the bowtie and bowler hat that he wore as his signature style.

Patton gave the other a small grin, a hint of mischief evident in his giddy behaviour. Wearing his own blue, white and cream suit for the event, the preppy side brushed the specks of dust off his outfit and gave a small, knowingly nod to Janus. The prosecutor of the trial nodded back to his partner, his own smirk curling onto his snake-sided face. Janus later scoped around the room for the little emo he again appointed as the jury. Given that it was early night, the tired side sprawled across the few chairs of the gallery, his hand resting over the table top and his leg hanging for room space. Roman slammed his gavel loudly near Virgil’s direction, and Janus stifled a laugh when a thud was heard nearby.

Virgil climbed off the floor to sit on his jury seat properly, huffing as he hunched over his figure. His eyes were darker than usual, his low energy reflecting his tired mood. The patched purple tie loosely hung from his purple button up shirt, and his black hoodie had its familiar, warm weight on his shoulders. It was a Sunday night, and the others thought it was a perfect time to introduce the new agenda of the week, starting fresh before the new Monday.

Logan (compared to the others) looked pissed. The last place he wanted to spend his night was in a courtroom to entertain the other sides. He was abruptly summoned from the warmth of his bed into a bright blinding room. Still in his fluffy, stark white unicorn onesie and blue flannel pyjamas, he hastily stood up in order to properly change into his daily attire. Clearly, his day has not been finished yet. With his black polo shirt and blue striped tie, he also summoned a black cardigan to keep the nightly chill off his shoulders. Logan heard shuffling noises around him, and he assumed everyone else was getting ready for the trial to commence.

Speaking of trial - What the heck is this trial meant to be? Why is it held at a late time? On a Sunday no less. Logan assumed he was to receive these answers to the questions swimming in his head throughout the fiasco the others called a court scenario. He took a quick wander around the room and noticed he sat in the defendant’s seat rather than in the back of the room where he was last time in the public gallery. At least he had a more significant role than the last courtroom event, but himself sitting in the defendant’s seat and not as a lawyer like the snake-father pair did confuse him. Was he in trouble for something? Or was it the group’s dramatics to engage themselves into a topic the answer to his questions?

Nevertheless, Logan continued observing and noticed there was a lack of Thomas in this room, so he safely deduced that the sides weren’t working with another late-night moral dilemma. He also spotted a lack of green that would often appear in the same room as the others. Perhaps, he was asleep and kept away from the mess the others would engage themselves into - although, knowing the other side’s curious and unpredictable behaviour paired together, it would have been tricky to hide away from him.

Logan’s thoughts trailed to the whereabouts of Remus instead of the sounds in front of him, his pondering kept short when he heard the gavel slamming for attention. He vaguely heard Roman’s shouts and almost missed the others sitting in their seats. Logan decided to pay attention to the situation instead. At least he can answer his own questions of Remus’ whereabouts later when he sees him again after the situation, whereas it would be more difficult to gather answers for his questions about the courtroom if he missed the trial.

“Alright ladies,” Roman said, beginning the court case. “Are we all ready to discuss the charges?”

“Yes, your honour,” both Patton and Janus said in unison. Virgil rolled his eyes as his response, and pulled his hood over his eyes.

Clearing his throat, Roman opened the conviction book and began reciting the lines from the last court trial.

“The state of… Logic Sanders v. uhm…” the judge began trailing off, staring at the imaginary lines. Patton tilted his head at Roman’s confusion, whereas Janus sighed as a response.

“Logan ‘Logic’ Sanders v. Mindspace, Roman.”

Roman perked his attention at the snake, whispering a quick thank you before clearing his throat again to restart his lines.

“Apologies, everyone,” He said, before speaking again. “The state of Logan ‘Logic’ Sanders v. Mindspace in the name and by the authority of the state of the Mindspace,” Then picking up his gavel in the process, he pointed the mallet towards the stylish lawyer. “Janus ‘Deceit' Sanders, prosecuting for the state of the mindspace, under oath information makes the trial for Logic Sanders.”

Roman saw the wording, and grinned at the page he was to say aloud. “Count one…” He said. “Did conspire suspectful activities with Remus Sanders, the Duke of Creativity, without mentioning it to other sides who reside in the mindscape.”

Logan quirked an eyebrow at the mention of Remus. “Count two, is convicted of creating and performing numerous chemical concoctions that are, as of, dangerous to handle and human dissection without a license, whilst experimenting said ideas on an idiot the judge then refers to as a 'brother’.”

Listing off the convictions, Virgil laid his head on the jury bench to rest before the lawyers could provide their opening statements. Logan wanted to do the same as the jury, especially as the false claims of his activities are listed throughout before the case could properly commence. He took note of how most of these activities, if not all, involve Remus in some way. It’s not as if they figured something out, right? Logan handles the braincell after all.

Well, so he thought.

“And count 5. Is engaged in an illegal secret relationship with Remus Sanders, the Duke of Creativity,” Roman huffed, finishing his lines. “Remus should be glad I read his name in such formality and not as ‘Stinky Trash Bastard’.”

Logan’s attention piqued as he heard the last conviction, conscious to not give any facial expressions away for the courtroom. The others may own a brain cell between them after all, although, in Logan’s situation, it is not the best thing to appreciate. Lifting himself off the seat to call on their bullshit, Logan fell back almost instantly as if he was restrained. Noticing the chains linked from his wrists to the seat, he quietly growled as he tugged on his arms.

“What is the meaning of this, by chance?” He asked the others who stared back at him.

Roman opened his mouth to repeat the charges, for Janus to interrupt him instead. “Did you seriously forget that you were charged for suspectful murders with Remus?”

“Are you… for sweet Newton…” He muttered under his breath. “I did not try to kill anybody, I can promise the court that.”

“Sorry Logan, but that’s for the jury to decide,” Virgil mumbled, resting his head down away from the bright lighting of the room. Logan grumbled from his seat, crossing his arms and leaning back on his seat. Yawning, Logan rested his head back as he listened through the court procedures. Janus’ work for an accurate scenario, he was sure. There was no doubt Roman wanted to join him, with his theatrics for drama. Patton was most likely involved for a majority vote. Virgil however? He wasn’t too sure as to why he’s in the room, more preferring sleep than anything.

He heard the judge banging his gavel again to wake Virgil from his attempts of slumber, and he felt someone shaking his arm awake. Opening one eye to spot a concerned Patton, he shrugged his lawyer away and went back to closing his eyes, concentrating on the sounds instead.

“Logan ‘Logic’ Sanders, how do you plead?”

“Not guilty, obviously,” He said. “However, I do have a question for the judge.”

With the silence in the room, Logan took this as his opportunity to speak. “Hypothetically, for some odd reason I was to be found ‘guilty’ for any of these charges, what is my sentence?”

Patton leaned against the edge of his side of the bench, fiddling with the tie tucked into his vest. “Full fairness, we were aiming to get you to cough out what you were hiding with Remus and give you a minor sentence. We would agree on the sentence, right guys?”

Logan began tapping his foot on the tiled floor, his impatience slowly growing. “But what is that minor sentence you were thinking of? A rough idea, Patton.”

Everyone hummed at the question, thinking of an idea. It wasn’t till Roman had an idea did he share with the court.

“If you are found guilty on any of these charges, we take your crofters away for a month for not telling us and uh...”

“A group discussion about opening up to others when we figure out why you were so secretive to us, and work towards building trust,” Patton said, silently congratulating himself on his idea.

They’re going to fucking what?

Not the crofters. Not the trust exercises.

“You are not touching my crofters, nor am I going to participate in a ‘trust bonding exercise’”.

“Logan, that is for the Judge to decide after your trial. Gosh, I thought you were meant to be the smart one,” Janus said, waving away Logan’s protest. “Now, can the judge continue this trial? I do like continuing my 8 hour sleep schedule.”

“Alright,” Roman puffed out his chest, opening a different book to read from. “Prosecutor, your opening statement…”

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The trial was running along smoothly as the lawyers gave their statements, and Logan decided to at least entertain the idiots for a while. If he cooperates, the better chance he has to both escape charges and sleep in his lovely cushioned bed with Remus. It wasn't as if he were not guilty with all of them, but he wasn’t going to tell the others which charge it was. Although, he wouldn’t say their relationship was illegal either, per se.

“Prosecutor, call your first witness to the stand,” Roman said.

Janus nodded, summoning Logan into the witness bench. He noticed the chains around his legs, meaning he couldn’t teleport anywhere beyond the courtroom, but he appreciated the fact that his wrists were free. Janus waltzed over to the other stand, to begin questioning his first ‘witness’. First? Does this mean there are other witnesses? Would that mean the other witness is Remus? Logan doubted that Remus would be kept away from the courtroom in the first place due to his nature, but the fact that he was included in the charges meant the others would interegotate him too.

Oh gosh, Remus doesn’t even know what a filter means.

Logan silently wished for Remus to remember the fact that it was a shared secret, and therefore his partner can keep the unharmed crofters.

“Witness, state your name, age and role as a side.”

Logan cleared his throat. He should at least follow along to their shenanigans if it meant he gets out quicker and freely. “Logan Sanders. I am 31 years old, and represent Thomas’ Logic.”

As he finished his sentence, a book appeared beside him as Janus took the initiative to recite the vow for the court. With everyone’s hand on the book (except for Virgil, who Logan could assume was soundlessly asleep), the book disappeared and the question could finally begin.

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” Janus asked.

Logan stared back at Janus, giving the other a small smirk. “Objection, that would be leading the witness.”

“Well objection, the witness does not object.”

Roman fiddled with his red sash for a moment before noticing the pair. Picking his gavel up, he gestured to the two men. “Sustained. Janus, watch yourself with your blunt honesty. Logan, do your job as a witness.”

Apologising to the judge, Janus sighed as he posed straighter in his stand. “Very well, we shall do this the long way.”

“We shall, yes,” Logan spoke back. Sneering at the logical side, Janus adjusted his bowtie and began his work.

“Alright, if you insist,” He began. “I’ll like to remind the court of the date of which the case commences. It should be Sunday, 13th of September, 2020, and this date is when participants of this room recognise some signs of a… relationship, between the pair.”

Janus cruised around from the stand towards Logan, resting his arm on the desk. “How would you classify your bond with Remus?”

“I would say it is a close platonic relationship between us.”

Smirking, Janus clicked his tongue at the statement. “So close, would you say you do activities together that you, or Remus, wouldn’t do with the other sides?”

“Provide examples to the court, Janus, and I’ll decide on that question,” Logan leaned over, staring at the snake. No way would there be any evidence that would suggest their relationship together, or anything else like doing chemistry experiments together, or dissection as a pair. The homicide case however, was questionable, since Logan didn’t remember killing anyone - unless they assume he was suspected to contribute into some homicide cases; again, questionable. What was the 4th conviction again? Now he thought about it, Logan should’ve paid more attention to the charges Roman was reading aloud to everyone.

Nearby an empty space in the courtroom, Janus clapped his hands together to summon a table. Logan felt the blood drain from his face as he saw the table. An assortment of items laid on the desk, from fingerprinted evidence to even photos with him and Remus together. A few objects were on the table too, which included small bags of jewellery and the coats the pair wear whenever they do their science experiments. How is Logan getting away with any of this both smoothly and quickly?

Janus adjusted his yellow gloves and picked up a small ring from the table. The glint of gold shined from the reflection of the lighting, and Logan instinctively looked over his left hand to realise there was something missing. His glance was quick, but both Janus and Patton caught his stare to confirm that it was his own ring. Logan stood up to walk over to the table himself and snatch his ring from Janus’ grip, only to remember he was restrained to the ground.

“So eager Logan… But do tell the court what this ring means to you.”

“Janus, I request that you give it back to me as it is my belongings.”

“But you have stated earlier that you would discuss the activities you do with Remus to the court once I provide examples, and this is your first only example. The rest is for Patton to decide when he interrogates you next,” Janus leaned onto the bench while inspecting his gloves, turning around to wink at the defence attorney awaiting for his go. Patton glanced to the side, covering his hand over his mouth to suppress his giggling. Janus patiently waited for Logan to dig himself out the figurative hole he just dug himself in, smirking as the opportunity for the real truth seemed bright.

“For your information, the ring has no relevance to this case, and no relevance to the previous statement you provided to the court about some weird, nonsensical ‘symptoms’ of me having feelings,” He retorted, sitting gayly-straight on his seat. "Get lawyered."

“But here’s the thing Logan, it does, in fact have relevance,” Janus said, grabbing a snapped photo earlier of the ring. “In this ring is engraved a date. Assuming this ring is yours due to your reaction earlier of checking if you have the ring, do you want to share the connection of a suspected bond between you and this ring?”

Logan gulped, shifting away slightly as Janus held up a photo for the judge to see. He knew what the ring was. Although the ring was gold, there were speckles of dark blue sapphires and emeralds that were entwined together, with detailed swirls danced around the ring. Inside the ring had a date. 13.9.20. That was the day him and Remus celebrated their 3 year marriage anniversary.

“It’s not as if you provided any details about these signs of a speculated relationship,” Logan said. “What are these figurative ‘connected strings’ between our friendship and the signs? Obviously a ring could be a part of the friendship, but do you care about sharing anything else to the court?”

Janus strolled back to the table and picked up another object from the layers of evidence he could show Logan. While gathering a few photos to display, he also held a stained cooking apron in his arms both respectively coloured blue and green. The few photos were of the pair baking or cooking dishes (captured from a corner due to Patton’s photography skills). Looking over at the evidence table, Logan’s eyes trailed across to another empty spot of the courtroom, where Patton’s side was. The logical side only realised then, that both sides had enough evidence to prove their points.

He hopes that Patton’s defending skills were better than Janus’ prosecuting.

“I’m pretty sure besties don’t wear cooking aprons together and make things. Not even Virgil and I cook together like you guys and I consider ourselves good friends,” Roman quipped as he saw the evidence.

“Well, what do you think of this new evidence, jury?” Patton asked, spinning around to face Virgil. Unfortunately for them, Virgil was softly snoring from his comfortable position. Roman grabbed his gavel again, slamming it close to the edge of the table to Virgil’s direction. The anxious side perked up from the sound, turning his gaze towards the judge before huffing. He lifted his head back, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.

“Alright, what did we find from Logan? Brief recap please,” Virgil asked.

“We found out that Logan’s bromance can be proven as a romance,” Roman said.

“How?”

“Cooking aprons,” Patton clapped. “Oh Jannie, didn’t you also find their cookbook? You got real good recipes there Logan.”

Logan’s attention reverted back to the black-tux wearing lawyer in front of him. “Jannie?”

“We’re meant to make fun of you, you know,” Janus sneered, throwing the cooking aprons at the judge. “Anyways, I can also supply a fully documented report conducted by the side who feels… well, feelings of what was being observed during that day and now, in this very courtroom,” Janus held the case file in his hands, blowing a quick kiss to Patton’s direction. The other closed his hand as if he caught it, holding his hand to his chest while smiling. Virgil grimaced at their loving affection, whereas Roman waved the lawyer’s shenanigans away. He opened the file, finding many pages of notes instead of the expected few words Patton would’ve written.

“This is about the both of them, right?” Roman asked himself rather than Patton.

“No, your honour,” Patton heard the judge. “That is of Remus alone.”

Roman chuckled at the notes he read as Logan sunk on his seat, his confidence disappearing. His defence attorney created a case file for his prosecutor. How would Patton defend his own words? How would Patton defend? Yes, Logan felt himself getting screwed over by the two lawyers. Until, that was, an idea popped in his head.

“Hold it,” Logan stood up, pointing a finger to the prosecutor. “I thought we were discussing about me, your witness, if you remember. How would that contribute to my case?”

“I’m so glad you asked Logan,” Patton said, getting up from his seat to join Janus. “Jannie and I waited for this moment.”

Virgil, Roman and Logan looked at the both of them, each wearing their own puzzled expression.

“What moment?”

Janus stepped aside, bowing to Patton to guide him to the stand like a gentleman. “I’m afraid that’s for my clever pumpkin to tell you,” He said before strolling off to his own seat.

“Thank you Jannie,” Patton summoned his own evidence table, with more of Remus’ belongings rather than Logan’s. Still a concern for the witness, who wanted to walk away from the case with a ‘not guilty’ verdict. Preparing himself, Patton waltzed towards Logan with a grin on his face, his bunny teeth coaxed with a glint of mischief. “So do you happen to remember… the specific details… of what both you and Remus did that day… on the 13th of September?”

“In fact I do, Patton,” Logan said, adjusting his glasses. “Both he and I cooked dinner together since the rest of you were out from 5:30 PM to 8 PM, and watched a documentary to accompany each other since neither of us were busy and wanted to relax because we're good friends.” He technically wasn’t wrong, so why did Patton look as if Christmas came early? He held up a photo album for the court, flipping through the pages with the couple together.

“This is found in Remus’ room, and evidence of his handwriting on a separated written page on the evidence table confirms that it is his handwriting and even pen ink.” He smiled brightly, trying to find the specific page in question. “There was a page of the both of you together that describes his feelings perfectly with the book I gave to judge Roman, with Remus talking a lot about your… marriage anniversary.”

Although Roman gasped for dramatic effect, Logan’s shock was shadowed from under him. His case will be blown if Patton found the page. Logan knew what he had to do, but he had to be discreet so he wouldn’t be caught. Inspecting his uncuffed hands, he rolled his wrists before flicking his fingers, making an object move from across the room. The object fell from the table and clattered on the ground, and Logan took his chance to eradicate the evidence in the photobook from where he sat. A temporary disappearing 'spell', but it would last long enough for the case. Patton looked away from the clatter to return to the photo album, frowning as his evidence had disappeared.

And a score for Logic.

Janus noticed the smug expression on Logan and the confused face on his partner. Even from a distance, he saw the lacking bulk of pages that would describe their ‘anniversary’ date, and slammed his hands on the table. It could only mean one thing, and he pointed to the witness.

“Objection,” He shouted. “Logan tampered with the evidence when the object coincidentally clattered on the ground.”

“Overruled. Unless you can prove the coincidence, then it will be dismissed,” Roman yawned. “Patton, I’m afraid your time with the witness would be over soon if you cannot gather any other sustainable evidence.”

“Oh,” Patton said, replacing his frown with a cherry grin. “No worries, my question would be finished if that were the case.”

Roman slammed his gavel down to announce the end of the questioning, and both the lawyers sat in their designated seats. Logan was teleported back to his defendants’ spot, sighing when the cold metallic shackles were connected to his wrists once again. He looked aside to Patton, and furrowed at the lawyer.

“Patton, who are you exactly in my case? I doubt you’re my defence attorney.”

Sitting down and sliding towards Logan, Patton adjusted his jacket and summoned some cookies for a quick bite. “That’s the thing, I’m not.”

“What?”

Gulping down the cookie, he hummed at the sugary chocolate chip before turning to Logan. “Both Janus and I collaborated on the case together. He would just be the leading prosecutor whereas I’m more on the side-lines waiting for your undying confession,” he explained to Logan. Before Logan could object how it was an unfair trial and therefore should be disbanded completely, Roman slammed the gavel to call for silence and prepared for everyone’s attention.

“I call for the second witness to the stand.”

Janus nodded, flinging his wrist to open the doors automatically, revealing the second witness. Seemingly in his green and black striped pyjamas, Logan assumed that one of the others forced his husband to wear some form of clothing before entering the courtroom as boxers may not have been enough. He trotted to the witness stand, also in shackles (considering the convictions were about him too). Remus yawned and glared daggers to the others that dragged him here, and took his heating (Logan) away during his peaceful slumber. Logan internally prayed that Remus wouldn’t do anything stupid during his testimony and questioning, and that the neither of them would contribute to the endless trust bond exercises if the either of them were caught guilty.

Remus seemed to not notice Logan at first, expecting his husband to wear his unicorn onesie. Landing his eyes onto Logan however in the accused's bench, a grin broke in his face and waved to his lover.

“Hey Honeybun, how’s it going?” He shouted, wanting to jump over the witness stand and cling himself into a bear hug before falling down from his seat, the shackles bonded to the floor. Nobody reacted at Remus’ fall, and each instead had their own form of surprise.

Roman saw Remus and thought that his brother could never act like an excited dog, at 11:23 PM no less.

Virgil was jolted awake from the statement, and stared at Remus in shock. By that, he had decided the verdict.

Patton was internally screaming in glee. Their plan had worked.

Janus was horrified, with his mouth open at the words that came out of Remus’ mouth.

And Logan?

Pale with rage in his eyes.

He did whatever he could to divert the case for almost an hour and a half, only for his idiot of a husband to blow it in no less than one sentence. Maybe… just maybe, he would be found guilty on all charges after all, including an attempt of homicide. Logan wished his crofters goodbye when he heard the lawyers fall from their surprise to their laughing cheers, celebrating with a quick kiss shared between them.

Janus spun around after Patton kissed him, smiling with a dopey expression before glaring at Remus. “Hold it for a second,” He said. “How the fuck-”

“Language.” Patton chided in.

“Apologies Patton. Where the fuck did you learn pet names from? I sure as heck never taught you any.”

Remus leaned over in his witness stand, wanting to be close to his best friend as much as possible (whilst being restrained).

“Did you just forget I’m also Creativity, dumbass?” He sighed, looking up to his brother on the judge’s seat. “Do repeat my title for me, ‘oh mighty judge of dick sizes.’”

Roman grumbled, crossing his arms while leaning back on his seat. “Stinky Trash Bastard?”

“No you bitch, the other thing.”

“Remus Sanders, the Duke of Creativity?”

“Ha, there’s your evidence from your ridiculous question Anus. Get lawyered.”

Logan sighed, banging his head on the table before grumbling curses under his breath. Virgil swung his legs on the table by that point, now awake more than ever since Remus stepped in the courtroom. This is what he signed up for. The drama - and he wanted to see it personally.

“Don’t worry sweetie,” Remus noticed Logan’s upset mood. “I’ll steal more crofters for you later once the trial ends and we’ll hide it in the secret stash.”

"And there goes the 4th conviction..." Roman muttered. "Count 4; thievery."

At least he remembers what I like, compared to who I love.

“Remus, you do remember the two sentences carried for this case, right?”

Getting himself comfortable on his seat, Remus tilted his head. “I mean, I know ‘the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog’, Star-fly, and something about crofters?”

“No Remus, we have to explain everything, including our feelings.”

Remus’ eyes widened at the words, hissing. “Aw Shit. You’re not gonna do that to us, right guys?”

“I dunno Remus,” Roman said, spinning his gavel. “That is the sentence if you are found guilty on one charge, and so far you’re going to be found guilty on two and a half charges?”

“Two and a half?” The partners said in unison.

Virgil smirked, pointing to Logan. “Do you see the murder in Logan’s eyes when you said that, Remus? I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Remus cursed under his breath again, whining to the emo. “But he’s my heater. Do you know how cold it is when you’re in bed alone?”

Patton squealed quietly, covering his mouth. “Oh my gosh they sleep together. You’re both so adorable, oh my god look at you Logan - all grown up and living with your life partner- hey wait a second.” He stopped talking, looking between the both of them.

“If you're both married like the photo album said, then why did you never invited us to your wedding?”

“Hey yeah - Where are your wedding papers if you’re both married?” Janus asked. Logan hummed while processing the memory of the papers, shrugging as a response.

“I remember signing mine, and I was actually fairly surprised when the last count was announced,” Logan quipped to himself, sighing when he may of realised something. “Remus, what did you do to your papers?”

“What papers? The wedding papers?”

“No Remus, we were talking about your funeral arrangements- Yes you’re marriage papers you idiot.” Virgil rolled his eyes.

Remus tapped his chin, furrowing in thought before letting out a small sound in realisation.

“Oh. Okay Logan, believe me when I say I did sign the papers.”

“Mhm, do go on defending yourself in a courtroom,” Logan said while shaking his head. He knew where this was going.

“But I may or may not… ate-our-papers-a-few-weeks-ago-with-the-new-deodorant-stick-you-gave-me?”

“You fucking WHAT?”

Virgil snickered at the couple as they began bickering, looking over to Roman and waved to him for attention. “Your honour, I came up with a verdict.”

Roman leaned over to Virgil’s side, hammering for the others to quiet down before Virgil could announce the verdict.

“Not guilty.”

Remus stared at Virgil for a moment, a grin slowly forming on his face as he whooped in joy, celebrating as Logan let out a breath of air. They can finally sleep. Both Janus and Patton stared at him in ‘are you kidding me?’ expression. Virgil watched the husbands have their moment of glee before he could speak again.

“Nice try fuckers, it’s a guilty verdict by a landslide.”

The lawyers nodded as that made sense whereas the partners groaned in unison. Roman slammed the mallet down to announce the end of the case and the sentences carried out. Although the shackles were off the pair, Roman quickly snapped his fingers together to keep the shackles on Logan’s wrists.

“Do you mind, Roman?” He asked the judge as he descended down the stairs.

“Dude, by looking at your face, you’re probably going to kill someone for taking your crofters. Or, well, murdering your 3 year husband? From announcing your secret relationship? Platonic relationship my ass…” He muttered the last part, beckoning Virgil to join him from the jury stand. The lawyered-couple followed from behind, and Logan sat seated as Remus waved from the witness stand.

“Hey Remus?” Logan asked once the door clicked closed when Patton was the last to leave.

“Yeah Cherry-Nerd?”

“5.”

“What? 5?” Remus tilted his head.

Logan summoned Remus’ morning star in his hands, gripping onto it as he stared at Remus. “4.”

“Oh shit-” Remus scrambled to jump off the witness stand to the door. He slammed it open and checked behind him briefly.

“3.”

“ROMAN- ONE OF YOU NEED TO ARREST MY HUSBAND BEFORE HE KILLS ME.”

Even if Logan is pissed, he can appreciate the feeling of finally be called his husband. But now, Remus is going to stay on the couch tonight.

"2... and 1-"

#Sanders Sides #Sanders sides fanfiction #Ao3 #Intrulogical #Logan Sanders #Remus Sanders

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smoljamswrites · 4 years

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all is fair in love & war | bts x reader | chapter 3

pairing: bts x female reader

genre: mafia!au, series fic, angst, fluff, (eventual) smut

warnings for this chapter: bitchy girls? degradation, mention of Syndicate killing reader’s parents, abuse, slight mention of Y/N talking about killing herself (only mentioned once in passing), stalker elements, swearing,

a/n: hey, please let me know what you think in the comments! All feedback is appreciated! Just a reminder, that I am not condoning any abusive or stalking relationships in my writing. If you are sensitive to the warnings above, please do not read this fic. Thank you.

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Over the past 24 hours you have completely worn yourself out. Practice. Practice. Practice. You have one day until your first performance and you couldn’t be more nervous. After selecting the song on the stereo, you move to stand in the middle of the podium, your hips swinging with fake confidence as you walked. Coming to the black chair in the centre, you sit sideways, bringing your legs off the floor in one smooth motion. Hooking your legs over the back of the chair, you swing yourself around so that you are now upside down. Running your hands over your body, you look at the wall straight ahead. Moving away from the chair, you make your way over to the pole. Wrapping your legs cautiously around the pole, you do a couple of turns on it before bringing yourself down to your knees. You open your legs wide before turning to grind down, so you were now on your tummy. Butt first, you slowly bring your body up off the floor.

There’s a knock on the door before you can continue further with your routine. The door creeps open, and you’re met with big beautiful eyes and high cheek bones. “Hey! Hope you don’t mind me checking in. My name’s Kira, and I work here too” the girl smiles. The door opens further, allowing you to see her properly. Dressed in a plain sports bra, and some black shorts, her silky brown hair falling to rest at her hips, she enters the room and comes up to you. “So, what’s your name, new girl?”

Something unsettling rested within you as she called you that. You had thought she was going to be sweet. Someone nice to talk to. Finally, someone you can call ‘friend’. But the weird glint in her eyes warned you otherwise. But still, you answered her politely, not wanting to make any more enemies around here, “My names Y/N, it’s nice to meet you Kira”.

Kira’s eyes moved to look you up and down and then drifted over to the podium. “Oh, I heard your practicing for your first performance. It’ll be tough out there, especially because you aren’t really a dancer are you? I can tell because you don’t have the correct physique yet. But don’t worry! You’ll be a professional like me in no time! If you ever want any guidance from me, just give me a shout, I’m sure I can fit you in somewhere.” Snobbiness oozed in her voice, and you could tell this girl had Syndicate blood. The way she looked down on you, and put herself superior, made your blood boil. That’s what the monsters who had killed your parents always done to you – belittle you. And you’re not going to lie, it works. You are petrified of them. Who wouldn’t be!? But that doesn’t mean that you don’t hate them, that they don’t get you seething. You hate that they have you trapped in their little world. God, the things you’d do to be able to be free. Free of their torture and torment. You’ve had enough! This whole liberty idea, of ‘allowing’ you to work, is beginning to piss you off. Having to work for your life? Sometimes, you wish you’d rather be dead. If you were ever handed an opportunity to leave this place, this gang, this hell, then you’d take it. 100%. You’ve always dreamt of this magical opportunity, that some knight in shining armour is going to come and save you, but it never has arrived. Instead you’re stuck here with them, with her right now, wishing you were somebody else.

“Okay, thanks for the offer!” you force out a smile, although it doesn’t reach your eyes.

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The day has finally come, and you’re currently perched on a black box backstage. A few of the other girls are getting ready for their performances too and are engaging in conversation. Kira is there, along with two other girls – Sunny and Grace. Kira’s long brown hair tied up in a high ponytail, her figure on display as her outfit hardly left anything to the imagination. Her face is made-up; Smokey eye makeup, coupled with a nude brown lip and false lashes. A sparkly choker completed her look.

Sunny had a different style to the rest of the girls. Her hair is left down, resting just below her chest. Her makeup is much more neutral, but she definitely draws attention to herself with her collection of tattoos. Art adorned her arms and neck, a small sentence written in a foreign language is placed above one of her breasts. Piercings decorate her lip and eyebrow, and leave a trail up her left ear, glistening when the light hits them. Out of all the girls you have met, it is Sunny that screams intimidation. Her black lace two piece matches her black hair and the glare that she sends you, makes you look away immediately.

Grace seems much brighter than the other two that you have met, but maybe that’s due to her obviously bleached hair. You can see her darker roots starting to come back through the top, but this really suits her. Her outfit is a lime green colour. Grace sits on the floor on her phone, a cigarette resting between her lips.

Just then, a Syndicate member comes through the curtain looking for you. His eyes land on yours immediately, “these packages have come for you” he throws them in your direction and walks away, leaving you to fetch the package that lays near your feet. The other girls don’t bat an eyelid at his behaviour; they know who you are, and they make it clear that they are your superiors, despite their own status in the group being quite low anyway.

You crouch down onto the floor and grab the first parcel. It feels soft in your hands. Pulling at the plastic, you tear it open, a mass of lacey fabric coming into view. Taking it out of the packaging, you see that you have a pastel pink lace bodysuit, accompanied by a garter-type belt to go over the top. Taking the outfit and the second parcel, you go to get ready in a booth, aware that you only have about 15 minutes until your show. The garter belt has two strips that hug your thighs and the bodysuit is kind of low cut, showing off your collar bones. Compared to the other girls, you look quite bare, as your body isn’t decorated with ink, or with glitter like Grace’s. Looking in the mirror, you scrunch your face to the side, quickly applying and blending your makeup. You decide quite early on that you don’t need to have a really bold makeup look today, being as you’re pushed for time. That’s why you settle for winged eyeliner, subtle eyeshadow and a nude peachy tone for your lips. You add a bit of contour onto your collar bones, hoping to make them stand out. Opening the second box, you take out a pair of chunky, lace up boots and put them on. Deep breath Y/N. Everything is going to be fine.

You exit through the curtain, passing the other dancers on your way, and wait at the edge of the stage. You peek your head around and see an array of people whispering amongst themselves and waiting for your performance to start. Shit! Here goes nothing. The music begins to play through the speakers, all whispers come to a halt. As the intro plays you walk onto the stage, beginning to feel yourself getting lost in the music. It’s just you and the practice room, you’ve got this! Nobody else is here. Placing yourself sideways onto the chair, the first verse brings your routine to life.

You make it look like it’s magic

'cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you

I'm never confused, hey, hey

I'm so used to being used

Your legs have swung around to hook over the chair, just like you practiced, everything is going perfectly. The upper part of your body is hanging off the edge, all eyes drawn to watch your every move. The spotlight makes your collar bones glisten, your neutral look making you look angelic and feigns innocence.

So I love when you call unexpected

'cause I hate when the moment's expected

You’re now wrapped around the pole, turning to the beat. There’s something so delicate about the way your body moves. It’s like you were one with the song, completely in sync. You come back down and look straight ahead, coming down onto your knees.

So I'ma care for you, you, you

I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah

Legs are spread, your own hands coming down to marvel your body. You were mesmerizing! Your body turns to the side, sinking down onto the cold floor, ass high in the air as you do so. You lift the lower half of your body up quickly, and then you bring it back down, and you repeat. It matches the beat of the song really well, but also your pounding heart.

After a couple more minutes, your routine wraps up. As soon as the music finishes, you quickly leave the stage, not wanting to look anybody in the eye once the spotlight gets dimmed down. As you rush backstage, ready to get changed back into some more comfortable clothes, you’re stopped by Yunseo.

“Y/N! That was brilliant sweetheart! Who knew a sweet, little girly like you could get every man in there going, huh?” his sweaty palms caress your shoulders, and you’re struggling to hold back the urge to shudder. His words are vulgar and coarse, eyes looking you up and down like he wanted to demolish you. “I always knew you were a performer, the way you act all shy with the boys at home is all a front really, isn’t it?” You couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. You do not ‘act shy’, it’s called being frightened for your life! How dare he! What he is insinuating was uncalled for, and completely untrue. You were fuming at this point, rage bubbling up inside of you. He hit a nerve alright, and you had snapped.

Your brows knit together as you look up ready to face this appalling man, “Um- actually I’m not shy thank you! It’s the fact that I don’t want anyone of Syndicate’s filthy fucking hands touching me. You make me sick. All of you make me-“

-SLAP-

The hit was loud, and the contact stung your face. You were sure that was going to leave a mark! He’s hit you before, god they all have, but having Yunseo slap you in public made the anger set in more. Your cheek felt warm and tingly from the hit, but that didn’t stop you from maintaining eye contact with the monster in front of you.

“Listen here you little bitch, I don’t want to hear another word from you tonight! Do you understand me? I don’t know who the fuck you think you are! I’ll tell you what’s going to happen now, okay? Someone has requested a private dance from you, and usually I’d have to decline being as it’s your first week and safety and all that bullshit. But I don’t give a shit now. So, you’re gonna go through there and entertain that man like the little fucking whore that you are! Got it?” his hand had come up to clutch your chin. His eyes glaring into yours, as he spat his bitter words into existence. He pushed your head towards the direction of the door. “Oh and Y/N?” you turned around, tears beginning to brim in your eyes, “just letting you know we don’t have any cameras, and if you scream, no one will come running.” His tone had changed into a calmer one, a malevolent smirk on his face, but his words made you more frightful than the last. He shoves you into the room and slams the door behind you.

Sitting on the black couch, a man peers up to look at you. He looks quite shocked to see you, but then you hear voices in the hall. You hear them clearly. Great! So he fucking heard everything! You walk over to the man, but then slow down once you get a better look at his face. He’s the one who was sat at the bar earlier this week!

“Hi, I’m going to have to apologise in advance, I have nothing prepared and so…yeah. I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out more timid than you had wanted it to, than you expected it to, but you don’t miss the way that the man’s face softens at your apology.

“Hey, no, please don’t apologise! Come here” his voice is soft, and although the request for you to come closer should have sounded unusual, you found yourself moving to sit next to him, seeking comfort. His hand moves to cup your cheek, and you tremble slightly at the action, thinking the worst, “what happened here?”. His thumb gently caresses your inflamed cheek and you can see the sincerity in his eyes as he asks you.

You remain quiet and evidently nervous as you manage to build up the courage to confide in him. Taking a deep breath, you lean into the stranger’s touch, “h-he hit me” you simply stutter. The handsome man hums in response, features beginning to tense after your comment. It is obvious that he cares, but you don’t know why. “Who hit you Y/N?” although he is seemingly a little infuriated with the situation, the tone in which he uses to address you is still soft. “Don’t worry, you’re not going to be in trouble. You’ve done nothing wrong, princess. But it’ll help you if you talk about it, and I’m here for you. I don’t want to see you upset like this. You’re too beautiful to be sad. I want to see your eyes gleaming with happiness, not shining with tears.” At this point, you have somehow managed to be propping yourself up on this man, him soothing you, large hand running up and down your spine as tears flood down your face.

“It’s the man who owns this place. He said something t-that I didn’t like, and it made me angry so I raised my voice at him a-and he slapped me,” you sobbed into his chest. Never before have you had the opportunity to confide in someone, you’ve always felt alone. But in this moment, you feel cared for, you feel safe, you feel seen. Albeit by a stranger, but this stranger must have a heart of gold. He could have easily had taken advantage of you, but he didn’t do that. He didn’t want to.

“He shouldn’t have hit you. My mother always told me that a real man would never hit a lady, and if he did then he isn’t a man, he’s a mouse. And as for the things he said, I heard it. And you were right to stick up for yourself, princess. You don’t deserve any of this. But it’s going to get better, I promise!” You snuggled closer to his chest and looked up at him, smiling. You thought it was weird that you felt safe in his arms, and yet you didn’t even know his name.

“What’s your name?” your voice gets muffled into his shirt, but he still hears you and smiles sympathetically. “My name’s Seokjin, but you can call me Jin.” He replies, hand resting just above your hip. You nod in response whilst letting out a yawn and begin to sit up. His hand moves to tuck your hair behind your ear, “You’re tired, huh? Why don’t you ask somebody to take you home so you can get some rest?”

“Okay,” you whisper, “will I see you again Jin?” you ponder, wishing that he could take you to his house, instead of having to go back to the hell that you call home. He nods insistently, “of course! I’ll come back here regularly so you know that you aren’t alone, yeah?” both of you rise from the couch, but Jin turns to face you. He leans down, gently placing his hands on your petite shoulders and kisses your forehead. It’s ever so soft that it barely feels like his lips have grazed your skin, but your body shivers in delight all the same. You both part to exit the room and bid your goodbyes. Then you’re off in search for somebody to take you home.

Walking through backstage, you find your belongings screwed up in a plastic bag, definitely not where you had left them but at least they hadn’t gone missing. You get changed back into a much more comfortable attire, wiping off all of your makeup, and leave the booth once more. Sunny and Kira are in the next room you walk into and you are surprised when they start talking to you.

“Hey Y/N” Kira chirps, turning to look at you, “we’re gonna go outside for a smoke, you wanna come?”

You nod, maybe a little to eagerly, as you think that maybe fresh air would do you some good after this whirlwind of a day. Following them outside, the cold air of the night briefly brings you out of your sleepy state. Grace is already out here, sat on the grimy sidewalk without a care. All 3 of you walk towards her, Sunny and Kira in front while you walk behind. This unnerving feeling comes over you, as you get the sensation that you are being watched. You can’t seem to shake it, but it feels like someone has their eye on you, and it is watching your every move. The back of your neck feels tingly as a result, but you try to forget it as you reach Grace.

“Oh my God!” she exclaims in disgust, staring right at you. Kira and Sunny turn around to look at you as well, as Grace continues, “Looks like some guy got carried away with you during your private dance, huh? Look at your face! He hit you? Didn’t think new girl would be into that ladies!” The other girls join in, mocking the blemish on your face, and you don’t know what to say to make it stop. So you just sit down on the floor, and play with the weeds that are pushing through the concrete squares of the pavement. You try your best to block out their words, but some of them stick in your mind, repeating like a mantra.

‘Slut. Kinky bitch. I thought the syndicate pet was going to be shy clearly NOT! Whore. Disgusting bitch. Did you enjoy it slag? What was you doing anyway giving somebody a private dance on your first week? Desperate much?’

After a while, they all get up to go inside, and you know you have to follow suit. But just as you stand up to follow them, you hear something from the opposite side of the road. You turn to squint into the darkness, trying to make out what was lurking in the shadows. Something is over there, right? A bright flash of light grabs your attention, coupled with a faint shutter type sound… did somebody just take a photo of you? You freeze in place, completely still, as you feel the blood drain from your face.

“Hey new girl, are you coming or not?” Sunny is holding the door open for you, looking extremely pissed off with you. You let out a shaky breath, before stepping through the open door and back into the confinements of the club. I definitely need to go back home. All 4 of you are greeted by two Syndicate members as you enter backstage again. Going up to one of them, Seojun, you feel the eyes of the other girls on you, “When can I go home? I’m a little exhausted”, you smile, asking nicely. Seojun turns his head to look at you, “Not yet, you’re gonna have to wait. We’re, um, busy with something at the moment-“

“I’ll take her!” both you and Seojun turn your heads to the assertive voice, and your eyes meet with Sunny. Great! you muse.

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The walk back to the Sin Syndicate’s mansion was one of irritability and interrogation. Sunny would not stop making sly comments about you, but you couldn’t do anything about it. You were already in enough trouble with Yunseo already, and you didn’t really want to make it worse for yourself.

“So I guess the Syndicate pet is a certified hoe now, yeah? After that private dance of yours, it’d be spiteful to refuse you of that title. Welcome to the club, hunny! We’ll take care of you!” Lies. Lies and insults, that’s all the shit that came out of her mouth. God, how badly you wanted to shut it for her. Just take deep breaths. “Your performance was okay too, for your first time at least. You’ll get better though, don’t worry!” at this point, you’re 90% sure that she’s just trying to provoke you. To test your limits.

“Right, I wanna pop into this off-licence, so come on!” she grabs your wrist forcefully and drags you in the direction of the store.

“Can’t I just stay out here? Please?” you hate yourself for sounding like you’re begging, but you really want to be alone, even if its for 5 minutes. She laughs in your face at your request and you already know what she’s thinking. “I’m not going to go anywhere, I promise! Why would I? Do you think I’m dumb? I wouldn’t even know where to run to, and besides I get everything provided for me at home. I just need a breather, that’s all, I swear!”

She lets go of your wrist and walks alone towards the shop door, “You better be telling the truth, pet! Or I’ll personally track you down and kill you, understand?” she doesn’t even face in your direction as she speaks to you. But you know she’s true in her threat. She pushes the door open, the bell above the door signals the arrival of a new customer, and then it shuts swiftly behind her.

Propping your exhausted and aching body against the filthy wall of the shop, you take a deep breath. At least today is over and done with, and you can finally go home and go to bed. You roll your head to the side and admire the night view. It’s so weird being outside at night like this, being completely alone with the world. The big dark blanket of the sky is adorned by sparkling silvers, begging to capture your attention. It’s so peaceful, and you feel so safe. You can hear cars and sirens in the distance, the slight breeze in the air occupying most of the sound. You look straight ahead, and you notice something rather peculiar. A car. Albeit there is nothing strange about a car normally, but it’s because you had seen this exact car before. A dark grey body shining in the moonlight. And that’s when you make eye contact with him.

You storm over to the car and forcefully tap on the window. Big wide eyes are staring back at you, and you can feel the urge of his to drive away, but no, you want answers! You pull on the handle to his side of the car and you can feel the fury and confusion beginning to build up inside you. “Care to explain why you are straight up stalking me!?” you spit, subconsciously allowing yourself to take out everything you were feeling from that day on him.

“Y/N no- I can explain I promise! This isn’t what it looks like!” the man is beginning to panic. The last thing he wants is to lose contact with you. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

“Explain to me then, Jungkook! First you get me free drinks, then you get my number, and now you follow me around in your car! What the fuck!? Was it you taking photographs of me?!” You are now raising your voice at him in this street, probably waking up the residents nearby, but you’re too pissed to care. You’re outraged!

“No- It’s complicated I swear! It’s a long story and I don’t think we have time-“

“You know what!? Just forget it, you creep!” and with that you slam the door to the car and begin to make your way back over to the store. You’re red with anger. But as you look up, you can feel all the colour drain from your face. Sunny is standing in front of you, eyes wandering from you to the car. “Y/N?” her face seems cold; emotion is not evident. A detached and distant tone takes hold of her voice. You’re beginning to think your heart cannot beat any faster.

thump thump thump thump thump

But the next words that fall from her mouth make your stress and panic set in more, “Who’s the guy in the car, Y/N?”

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liw-the-melancholic-apple · 4 years

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The First One - Bonus scenes in traditional written word

This is a smau and a zukoXreader, although i haven't decided how this ends yet.

Y/n has recently transferred to Ba Sing Se from Omashu university and meets the gaang through a schoolproject they do with sokka and suki.

Bonus 2: Nerves

Ooooookay. It wasn't all this exciting. You'd been to parties before. You'd met new people before. Why did choosing a pair of jeans feel like you were deciding your fate? You usually only noticed people's jeans when they didn't fit, were neon colours or torn to shreds.

Your jeans all fit you, they were all in the neutral colour scheme and those that were distressed were still more fabric than hole.

So, by your own logic you could choose any pair and be fine. Yet still five pairs were laying on your bed. 2 grey, 2 black, one midnight blue. You didn't seem to be able to pick one.

The pile of t-shirts and jumpers on the ground hadn't gotten any of your attention but promised to be a similar drama...

You sighed in annoyance and texted both, Jin and Fai. The latter had a lot of encouragement and suggestions while the former mostly mocked you. He did however offer some really good advise: treat it like a gig with the band. In a pub. Wear those clothes.

"And stop being such a nervous wreck! It doesn't suit you. You're great. You're fun. They'll like you."

He didn't let you thank him, though. "Next time you're here, you're buying at least two rounds. I'm not your fucking therapist."

Classic Jin. But his idea worked. To a gig you'd wear the ripped black jeans, white t-shirt and the vintage leather jacket.

Those where the clothes you wore when you left your appartment. Those were the clothes you wore when Suki texted that she was held up at Aang's place. She would be late. Sokka was gonna join later anyways. Ty Lee wasn't coming at all.

Yeah, meeting new people who were presumably forced to be nice to you!! On your own. Without the safety blanket that were Suki and Sokka. Great...

You stood in front of the Jasmin Dragon, studying the green and gold of the big logo on the window and the small one on the door.

You could just wait here for Suki. No, you weren't a child and Suki wasn't your mum. Besides, she would show up with Aang -why did that name seem so familiar? - and you already told her that you would be about 15 minutes earlier than her. Waiting was no option.

You shifted your weight from your left leg to the right and texted the group chat:" So, I'm here."

Katara answered, telling you to come inside to the counter. The scent of oriental spices and caramel syrup filled the air in the shop. The perfect mix of old-timey, traditional tea house and modern way too sweet coffeshop combined into one smell. The essence of the Jasmin Dragon.

You had discovered it during your first week in Ba Sing Se and instantly fell in love with it. Was it that smell? Maybe. Was it the excellent sencha-ginger-tea? Partially. Was it the supercharging, black as your soul giant mugs of coffee? Partially. Was it the delicious muffins in every flavour imagineable? Yes. Was it the breakfast items that all looked mouthwatering? Absolutely.

But mainly it was the general atmosphere here. The furniture was a collection of armchairs, benches, sofas and tables that all looked like they came from a 50's or 60's living room. All colours of the Rainbow, nothing actually fit together. It was so cosy and inviting.

And then there was the old man who usually was behind the black marble counter. You'd found that he would start around 11 am, as he was never there when you got your coffee before early lectures and classes. But he would take orders, prepare drinks, clean tables and give his thoughts on students' problems when you popped in for a midmorning pick-me-up.

And also now, close to closing time, the rotonde older man with the long grey hair stood behind the counter checking on a couple of teapots that gently bubbled behind him. While doing so, he talked to a short black-haired girl that giggled a lot. She held on to an annoyed looking tall guy, that you thought might work here, and stood next to a girl that warmly smiled at you and waved you over.

"Y/n?"

"Yes, that would be me. You're Katara?" She nodded.

"And that's Toph and Zuko", she answered while indicating the girl and the guy. Suki had warned you about both of them. Toph was blind and often subjected to people wanting to help her, which she hated. "Don't offer her help. She'll let you know when she needs you", Suki had said.

The girl extended a hand into your general direction. "Pleasure meeting you."

"All mine", you answered taking her hand. Zuko also shook your hand, mumbleing "Hi."

He had a rather large scar on the left side of his face. His hair covered it some. According to Suki you shouldn't stare and shouldn't mention it. She had known Zuko for years and still didn't know how he got it. You quickly averted your eyes.

"Okay, so I'm sure Suki already told you but she only just left Aang's. His roommate is a bit mad because he can't go to the party and delayed them."

You were about to answer when the man behind the counter cleared his throat. "Sencha-ginger", he handed you cup. Surprised but greateful you took it and looked for your wallet.

"Oh, no need. You've been a valued customer. And i finally learned your name. You know, you're one of the most quiet People ever to come into the shop." He gave you another smile.

"Not really quiet", you answer laughing. " But i usually come in alone and i don't like talking to myself in public. People stare." The man crinkled his forehead but Toph punched your shoulder and laughed. "Sokka said you were funny!"

"Well, why do you always come in on your own?", counterman inquired, his forehead smoother.

"Uhm...", should you tell the sad truth?

"You don't have to answer that", Zuko intervened. "Since he opened the dragon he's become quite enamored with gossip, haven't you uncle? No need to satisfy his curiosity."

"My nephew thinks me impolite. But I reckon there is a reason for your solitude. If it is your choice to enjoy our tea alone you can tell me that and no harm is done. But if unfortunate circumstances force you to drink your tea by yourself i would like to give you the oppertunity to speak about it. Let go of dark thoughts."

Wow. Some teamaker he was. And Zuko's uncle? Interesting.

"Thank you...Mr..."

"Iroh. Just Iroh will be fine."

"Well then, thank you Iroh. It's not too much of a story, though. I moved to Ba Sing Se six weeks ago and haven't yet found a group of people who'd put up with me for extended periods of time", you chuckled, hoping you didn't seem too desparate.

Katara seemed like she wanted to say something really nice but Iroh spoke quicker:" Oh, i don't think that's true. You don't give me the impression that anybody would have to put up with you. But if you want company while drinking your beverage i can always chat.

We could talk about your love for green tea and ginger. You know we also have black tea varieties that feature ginger and i think you might enjoy the herbal infusions.

The fruitier teas go great with the muffins! And if you're into croissants and pudding pretzels you should try the vanilla chai latte.

But if you don't want to talk about tea we could also gossip and play pai sho. You know how to play pai show, right?"

You absolutely didn't.

"I'm familiar with the most basic of basic rules." Wrong answer. The sweet little man grabbed a pai sho board out of nowhere and started explaining the game. Zuko offered an apologetic gesture, while Katara and Toph intently listened. You sipped your tea, nodded your head and enjoyed just being part of something. It had been a minute. But you would never play pai show of your own volition. The game was complicated and boring at the same time.

"Maybe you would like to learn about the ancient art of teamaking?", Iroh continued his suggestions of things to talk about when at the dragon.

Was there an art to it? Hot water and a teabag, no? You tried a vague expression and he kept talking.

"I always wanted to found a club or class, you know. Likeminded tea enthusiasts who want to deepen their knowledge and appreciation. Would you be interested?"

No, you weren't. But he was so endearing. So caring. So genuinely into this idea.

"I... have yet to find out how much time and effort my classes will demand. I wouldn't wanna make promises i can't keep."

That was fair, right? And not even an actual lie.

"We're here!!!!!"

Suki burst through the door, followed by a gangly guy with a shaved head. Aang!! That's why the name sounded familiar! He was Instagram verified. Half the campus followed him for his inspirational quotes and vegan recipes.

Suki hugged you hello, introduced you to the insta-famous and then Katara ushered you out and to the metrostation.

You waved at Iroh as you left. He had only talked about things that hardly interested you but he'd managed to make you feel like a member of the group that was now discussing pai sho rules, teamaking and being on time.

MASTERLIST

Part 1

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us, Part 20. (Fezco x fem!reader) - The Aftermath, Part 3. (Ending)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: Inspired by Cinderella by the man of the greatest, Mac Miller for two reasons (and Talk by Khalid slightly in the end).

He truly is a great rapper in my opinion (and not because his life ended up so soon, sadly). I like the beats of his songs, the energy, they have thoughts in them (like Cinderella or Self Care).

Cinderella is a break-up song, but also, Mac says that he’s waiting for that girl no matter what.

Also, it should end up way different, but I was too sad, so I made it a bit sweeter. Still sad tho.

Warnings: Angst, ending of the series. You're gonna hate me, folks. Also a lot of Khalid mentions. And ma being right once again.

Word count: 4.1 K

Read the rest here, babe: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 PART 15 PART 16 PART 17 PART 18 PART 19

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Tagging: @charmed-asylum, @jeyramarie, @pantherxrogers, @analia-analia-analia

There's no such freedom as letting the bike ride down from the hill on its own, nothing is better than riding down with your ass up just as your hair flies around you and you close your eyes, smiling to the sun as songs rush through your earbuds.

For the first time in forever, you could feel happy and calm, a smile appearing on your lips basically on its own. The last few months were a fucking ride, you couldn't put it in other words. Your heart broke many times as you broke down in tears, sliding down leaning into the wall. There was a lot of screaming at your home, a lot of curse words falling down; from you and Fran, not from your parents.

She needs to go on rehab, your ma said when she saw you for the first time in hospital. There was no such terrible news for Christian parents than knowing that their child is a drug addict. Or a lesbian. They could somehow handle Fran like that problem kid, at least for the first time she got into a rehab, but when you ended up on a hospital bed for the first time as well, they were so disappointed.

Also at that moment, Fran was on the same hospital floor with recovering from cuttings under her neck, her ankles, and her palms. She was out. Sleeping. Fighting for her life. In the end, you couldn't blame your parents for their reactions. One of their kids ended up in the hospital, drugged and almost dead, and when the kid had finally woken up, the other one tried to kill themselves. It was just too much to take in.

Of course, you were forbidden to see Fezco when they learned what actually happened, or what occurred according to the witnesses. If they knew that the man with a red beard just appeared in the same room as you did, they would kill you both. Regardless of what happened, they made Fezco the bad guy, even if the police found him completely innocent. For further restricting the contact between you two, they even took your phone away.

Your man almost couldn't handle that shit - and he didn't even hear the worst part at that time. He sat by your side almost every evening since you were in a coma, holding your hand, sometimes even sleeping by your side - and when his little angel had finally woken up, he was restricted to see her.

Thank God, the teen-agers who were saving his ass have done a really good job - part of that was that Nate had got a good record with manipulating crimes and he was from a well-respected family. And the other part was done thanks to Jules, who took all his drug-dealing junk into her room until the situation got quiet. They were working to save him a good time and they knew that they would be able to manipulate a murder - which didn't mean that they would like to kill for business from that moment on (even if Rue persuaded that idea many times).

But in the end, Fezco wasn't arrested or rotting in jail, which made you happy. But even if he was legally cleansed, that didn't make a difference for your parents at all. He was a criminal - and he could damage your life and well-being.

Of course that as soon as they released you our of the hospital, and they also told that there's no need for rehab since you're not a junkie, you ran off in the night. It was a cold January night, it was snowing and the roads and pavements were covered in a thin layer of ice.

As soon as your lips touched his, your body started to undress before you even realized any of it. There was no need for words. You only needed him and his dick. You slowly realized that you're naked when his warm skin pressed on yours and started to heat it. The truth was that you only barely realized what you were doing as you felt all those things after a few months. You wished for his taste never leaving your lips, for his skin to warm you until the day was over and to smell him when you close your eyes.

Fezco wanted to make you feel love and to make you feel like a princess, yet it didn't end up like that at all. It was passionate, it was almost violent at whiles. You started on the bed and when he was finally naked, you somehow ended up on all fours, ass up for him, yelling to the floor as you felt the skin on your knees burning.

He always told you that you look like a beautiful, tender angel. That night was somehow different - you wanted and needed to be broken by him. Fez basically destroyed you that night - just as you mesmerized him by slow, tender lovemaking - you rode him like he loved to and to feel you after such a long time was like a dream coming true. Unreal.

When it was all done, you laid down in his bed, holding him just as if he belonged to you - your hand around his hips, your leg entwined between his thighs with your forehead on his chest. You felt safe. But you know that it wasn't for too long.

"I heard rumors." - Fez started slowly, drawing circles on your naked shoulder, kissing the top of your head.

"Oh yeah?" - You wondered with a low chuckle, kissing the small sweet spot between his flat breasts. - "What did you hear? Do you want to share with the class?" - You mumbled as you continued up to below the line of his beard, your hand slowly traveling down, thinking of round three.

"About you movin' out of da town." - Fezco whispered, watching you with his blue eyes. He was... Hurt. And about to cry. Which mad you inclined to crying as well. It was like an instant connection.

"I am afraid... That those aren't only rumors, Fez." - You sighed. The man under your body just shifted for a second before he closed his eyes as he smoothed his face with his fingers. - "I need to. My parents want me to. And they wouldn't leave me alone."

"When ya leavin'?" - Fezco gently pushed you on his body, leaning his head down to kiss you.

"On Monday." - You mumbled to his lips and felt, how he tensed. And practically pushed his lips off yours. - "I have already packed everything."

"And when you planned on tellin' me? Huh? A short call at a gas station?" - He got up from the bed, taking some underwear on, leaving you naked between the blankets. Everything inside you strangely hurt, it felt like if you let your man down, because he wasn't even able to look in your direction.

At that moment, he didn't think about loving you like anybody else on the whole planet, he just thought about you being gone from his day-to-day life in just two days from that night. That just wasn't fair - how could someone love somebody else so much only to let them go?

“Fezco, you know that it's not like that.” - You sat, covering your own body with a blanket. You felt as tears slowly crept into your eyes. - “You know how complicated my life is right now. You do.”

“Whatever, man.” - He leaned his palms into one of the cabinets in his room, looking into the mirror as you dressed up. You felt the need to leave immediately. Before knocking on his door, you were willing to give him both the nights that were remaining to you in the town. Now, you just wanted to get away from that place.

And so you did. And didn't come back after that, not hearing a single word from Fez again. You took it as a break-up. He hadn't tried to contact you after that one last passionate night. It felt cold. So you acted cold as well, you didn't stealthy left your room or went to his and Ash’s gas station. And it hurt like hell; it hurt so much that you only laid in your bed and cried until you fell asleep, not leaving your room for food or toilette.

And this time, you hadn't got Fran by your side to tell you that you will do just fine - with Fez or without him.

Rue and Jules came to visit you just before it was your time to leave, both of them were crying like hell. Rue held you for a ridiculous amount of time, so tightly that you giggled. Then you sat at your room, a rap song playing from Jules’ phone.

“We’ll miss ya, idiot.” - Rue said and nuzzled her head into your upper thigh so you could massage her scalp.

“If you can behave and you will stay clean, you can come to visit me to Minnesota on spring break.” - You smoothed her cheek with a small smile. - “Granny has a place for all of us there. It will be fun because Minnesota is beautiful.”

“Yeah, I heard somewhere that its wilderness is great. We can go hiking.” - Jules exclaimed happily, holding your other hand.

“Only if missy here on my lap will stay clean. Can you promise that?” - You asked the beauty on your lap and she nodded lazily with her eyes closed and a sad face, she was smelling you, so she remembered your favorite perfume or antiperspirant.

“Anything new about Fez?” - You mumbled with a sigh.

“He’s still refusing to speak with us. He tries to get me clean again and I think that we are remindin’ his ass of ya. You know that it still means that he loves ya?” - Rue played with your fingers childishly. Of course, he was in love with you - because you still couldn't get him out of your head or heart as well.

The question was if you will be ever able to forgive him. Everything was screaming his name to you - like the small things on your bedside table, an empty frame where your photo used to be, weird hoodies that reminded you of his style, that tone of his voice whispering you dirty little jokes whispered to your ear, him making you laugh whenever he felt you're stressed that you could hear in any song you’ve listened to, his smile and blue eyes in the color of the sky. No. No, you knew you could hardly move on from that intense relationship. And even if you eventually do, there will be a part of you still in love with that man.

No other boy will ever take your panties off, damped as hell, the way Fezco did. Nobody brews coffee the way he did and nobody else will watch you perform concerts only in your lacy bra and bathrobe.

“He will be fine. He always is. Let him take his time.” - You nodded, crying again, but smiling at Rue sadly.

“And about ya?” - Rue asked seriously and you just looked away. After that, Jules changed the topic fast, because she knew that you're about to scream in frustration.

One thing was crossing your mind again and again - why people who are the closest to be actual angels are the most corrupted ones? You took a good look at Rue, the girl with heart of gold - a drug addict, irresponsible woman with OCD, ADD and so many shits to add to the stock. Jules, such an incredible sweet - also a kind of slut for older men. Fezco, literally the best boy you have ever met and basically the love of your life - a dropout highschooler and a dealer who killed a person.

The people around you were the literal angels - and the most fucked up of all people youve ever met and you knew that you will never meet anyone like them in your life.

So naturally, when it came to saying goodbye, there were so many tears that it couldn't be counted. Rue was telling you dumb jokes and promised to send you letters every once a while, Cal couldn't even speak in his terms because he was sobbing so much and Jules... She was just sadly smiling at you and even if she wasn't crying at all, you could feel that she is sad.

But you only laughed when your ma started the engine and Jules and Rue followed you on their bikes until the Hope you'll come to visit you again and you only could laugh because they were yelling stuff at you the whole way while you were leaning from the window and looking at them.

When you left the town, you closed the window, seeing those two still watching your car disappear. You sighed and started to play with the few rings you had on both hands.

“How you're doing?” - Your ma asked silently. You disappointed her really bad, but you were still her daughter and you knew that sooner or later, she will start trusting you again. But you also knew that you needed to take small steps at a time. Same with dad. You fucked up, that was for sure - but there was still a comparison to Fran, so your fucking-up bar wasn't as high, you thought to yourself.

“I'm doing just fine.” - You said quietly, not looking at her. - “Thanks for your concern.”

“Y/N, stop acting like Fran. This is...-” - Your ma gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. - “For the sake of my own health and well being, I know, I know. How I said, thanks for your concern.”

“Look, I know that this whole attitude thing is about Fez. And I get it, totally.” - She started quietly. That was when you turned off the radio and turned your face to her a bit.

“He isn't a bad person and you know that.” - You mumbled with the breaking of your heart being pressed into every letter of that sentence.

“And if I remember correctly, I and neither your father ever told that. Never. Not even once.” - She sighed and after a long time, she started speaking again. - “He is a wonderful man when we are speaking about his character only. All I needed to know is that he makes my daughter happy and that he is honest and serious with her. And I swear to God that I've never seen anyone looking at someone else like when he watched every move you ever made. I liked having him over for dinner or movie marathons. He was kind to me and nice under any circumstances. Fezco is a good, loyal and loving person.” - She told you. You were sitting there like a hot pile of shit, looking in front of you without any word coming to your tongue.

“And I know you left your room on Friday and I am not dumb. But you two needed to talk to each other for the last time. I needed you to do it, because it doesn't matter if he is a nice guy or not when he shot a guy with a gun, regardless it was self-defense or not. A mother doesn't want to see her child with a man like that.” - She stopped the car on the right side of the road and she watched as your cheeks have filled with tears. But she didn't stop the engine.

“And I know that if you want, you can just be with him again when you are an adult. But I think that now it just isn't your time to be together - things happened to him, thing happened to you and... I know it hurts, baby. I know. But give it some time. Let both your lives settle down, grow up a bit, grow as a person and someday, maybe, if you want, you can save the man you're so blatantly in love with now.” - Your ma took your hand to her palm and kissed it slowly, letting you cry.

She was right, just as always. You’ve done wrong - but just as you did, he did too. And she did even know that if you would want to continue the relationship in the future, you could and she couldn't stop. But this was her way of making you stop for a while, so you could get out of Fezcos drug world she didn't even know about.

“We have broken up... The night I have sneaked out of my window.” - You confessed quietly and she just closed her eyes and exhaled out loud. Your ma was the wisest woman you have ever met. She did antagonize Fezco - but on the other hand, she was able to tell that he has a kind heart and that the relationship you had was an unusually strong one for the first one in your romantical life, at least openly.

She even liked that boy. He helped with the dishes, laughed at her dumb jokes and brought her some nice pieces of dishes and flowers when he had an opportunity. Naturally, she was a little sad that you called your romance off. Or, more likely, he called it off.

“You will be fine, baby. You will do just great.” - She promised and kissed your forehead. She was mad at you most of the time - but the mother does nurse their children when something happens. Plus, you already showed the will to turn the things around.

Even if it was without an internet connection and extremely far away from your own home, you loved your granny’s big house in Minnesota. It was a big and old one and you loved spending time there since you were small. It was kind of a bummer to start school all over again without anybody, but you managed.

Your mom got you a new phone number and made sure to give it to Leslie and to Jules’ dad, so they could call you from time to time when you weren’t doing anything at the moment. The town was pretty small and you knew most of the people - but nobody knew the true reason why you moved there. They were glad for you nonetheless.

You found new friends sooner or later and one day, while you’ve been sitting at a coffee, waiting for your studying partner, you’ve hidden all the photos and stories you had with Fezco on Instagram. It felt strange, yet the memories in photos of you and Rue, Leslie, Gia, Jules, and other girls made you genuinely laugh.

In this town, you had a good reputation - you were a pretty good student, the nice person helping on local events for children. To say at least, you’ve been good.

And just as Rue promised, she wrote you letter every two weeks. She bragged herself about being clean so she could visit you with Jules - she also wrote the number big and colorful, so you couldn't miss it at all.

Over time, small notes were delivered in the letter for you - for example, a polaroid of your and Fezco’s favorite restaurant and when you turned it, there was Do ya remember? written in big letters.

For the first few times, you thought of Rue doing weird Rue shit - but over the time, the photos got more and more intimate - the place where you sat and made love under the stars, the pool where it all has started, a small spot on the counter in his shop which you marked as yours with a heart drawn with a glitter pen. Later, you started a small collection and you were smiling every time youve opened up the book to save another polaroid there. It was like he was speaking to you with small sentences like I remember everything or This place ain't da same without ya singin’ Talk (*by Kalid, author’s notes) and the sweetest was when you received a photo of his bed with This space empty without ya, just like ma heart.

And that’s what got you to that one April afternoon where you drove the hill on your bike, listening to some good old Khalid, as you did with Rue. Thanks to her, you knew a few of his songs by your heart. Rue loved him.

Just as you entered the house, you kissed your grandma on her cheeks and went to your room to clean up your things. The phone was laying on your bed and still playing songs when it started to vibrate and play the ring bell tone.

You were surprised - it was neither Rue or Jules, Fran was calling from rehab every Wednesday, ma called on Friday. When you read the number, your brain recognized it as if someone snapped next to your ear. You got anxious and you almost threw up - you never tried calling him, you weren't seeking photos of him or exactly threw up yourself in self-pity and melancholy, only the first week you’ve been in Minnesota was like that.

Did you want to hear Fezco actually? Wouldn’t it just hurt you more? You knew how cold he was when you told him that you’re leaving... Three months ago. But since then, he was slowly making you fond of those memories you had with him. He was apologizing in his very own way.

But the true question was if you were ready to hear him again. You were nervous, sweaty, shaking like hell. The first call fell into a black screen and you exhaled slowly. No, you weren’t. You definitely weren’t.

Just as you threw the phone back on your bed so you could continue with the stuff you had to have done, it started to ring again. You closed your eyes, leaning into the wall. So Fezco was serious with the call? It made you only more anxious and angry. He was acting like such a douche the last time you’ve seen him and even if he took you cute polaroids, he didn't even apologize.

That evening was mostly Fran’s fault, yes, but he technically shot Mouse down. And he did so for a good reason - Mouse was scared that you will disclose their location to the police. You could be the corpse. But exactly was also a reason why you had to leave. And he didn't exactly have the decency to neither explain himself or say sorry.

You were basically sure that you are done with him - backing up all those photos you had so you still had them, but not in your gallery, archiving every post on socials you had with him. You guessed that you weren't simply a thing anymore.

And you even tried to date a guy in Minnesota. But just the way he held your hand didn't feel right. Fezco always held it like if you were a princess, gently playing with all the ring it had, kissing your knuckles or fingertips while he was bored or listening to what you were saying. And the way Minnesota boy was kissing? N O W A Y. It wasn't right at all. His clothes weren't as cozy as Fezco’s, he didn't smell as good as your former boyfriend did. He didn't touch you so you would feel like a goddess - that was a no-no situation for you.

And you realized that Fez might have set the standard bar for other boys who tried to win you for themselves too high. He truly was spoiling you with every look and every touch.

But that didn't mean you would just run to him when he calls you like a dog. He was doing some fucked-up things and you acknowledged that especially since you weren't mesmerized by him every day.

So you told yourself that if he calls you for the third time in a row, you will pick the phone up no matter what. No matter how angry or nervous you would be. The second ringtone ended and you watched the screen with anticipation. The phone was silent for a minute, then for two, three... You sighed and shook your head.

“Y/N! Dear! Can you come and help me out here with something?” - Your granny screamed at you from the first floor. You slowly went to the door, still glued to the screen of your phone as you held the door in your hand. You almost closed it, but it rang again - and to your surprise, a big smile grew on your lips as you went to pick it up.

“Gimme five minutes, grandma!” - You yelled back at her and sat down on your bed.

And you picked up.

FIN

#mount everest ain't got shit on us #hbo euphoria #rehab #rue bennett #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #fezco x fem!reader #here we go again #the last part #I will miss it tbh #jules vaughn #drug addition

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Enough Is Enough. (Audrey Tindall x Reader One Shot.)

A/N: 3k words of pure bratty audrey ?? maybe this was slightly self-indulgent, who knows.

Warning: this is pretty smutty and kinky !! (dirty talk, fingering, oral, punishment, etc etc !!) so read at your own risk <3

Making a reservation at one of the most high-class restaurants in the city — when Audrey was scheduled to work 12-16 hour days for the next 4 days — was not the brightest of ideas, and you knew that the second the actress had brought it up. Of course, you couldn't reason much with your lover at the time, on a Tuesday night, when she had barely felt the hit of the exhausting week she was about to endure. And so, with little argument on your part, you had done exactly as Audrey had so sweetly asked and you'd managed to book a table for Sunday night for the two of you.

It was barely possible, and if it weren't for Audrey begging you with her eyes as you made the call and the slight bribery you had slotted into the conversation, well, you probably wouldn't have ended up in the sticky situation that you were in now.

It was already Sunday evening. The week had flown by rapidly for you; if it weren't for the fact that you'd woken up to Audrey peppering kisses along your shoulder, you wouldn't have even noticed that it was already the end of the week. Audrey, on the other hand, couldn't have had time flow slower for her as she struggled to stay sane with every long day that passed, yet that didn't stop the actress from waking early — even if it was with the wrong intention.

Audrey decided to start her antics this morning. You weren't going to lie, you had hope that she would be able to behave herself properly for once after a tiring week, and although you couldn't necessarily blame her for being frustrated, you also couldn't allow her to act out towards you when barely any of her irritation was of your fault.

You spent a good majority of the day shushing Audrey's excessive whining, avoiding arguments about who's at fault for tonight's reservation, and blocking out any ill-mannered remarks which were thrown by Audrey at just about every little thing she felt the need to give her specifically negative opinion on.

It was fair to say that you had remained patient all day. However, as you breathed out your fifth sigh in the last minute — realising that you'd been ready and waiting for Audrey to do her hair for the past hour —, you felt your patience being sucked entirely dry, and so, you swiftly stood from the couch before making your way to the master bedroom.

The sound of Audrey huffing could be heard from halfway down the hall, and as you stepped back inside the room you'd left just over an hour ago, you couldn't help but blow out your own exasperated sigh as you noticed Audrey was in the exact same position that she was in when you'd last seen her. Her back was facing you as she remained situated at her vanity, a comb left abandoned in her short, blonde hair. She took a moment to frown at you through the mirror, making sure that her annoyance was made extremely known.

"Audrey, what's taking so long?" Though the tone of your voice could've fooled anybody into thinking that you were calm, the actress knew you better than that. She could read your face like a script and the mere glimpse of your slightly-raised eyebrows had her informed of your own frustration immediately.

"It's this fucking hair, (y/n)!" Audrey complained, being reminded of the show she was supposed to be putting on, making her irritation out to be far bigger than it really was.

"Baby, watch your tone. It was just a question," you spoke in warning. Audrey sighed, slumping in her seat as you wandered over to where she was sat, carefully sliding the comb out of her hairspray-coated head. "Now, can you calmly explain to me why it has taken you over an hour to do absolutely nothing?"

The actress rolled her eyes. She didn't do absolutely nothing. Time was being wasted, wasn't it? That was the entire point.

"My hair isn't co-operating with me, love. I'm sorry for snapping but it's making me see red," Audrey explained.

"Do you need help? I know I'm not one of your hair stylists but your hair is short, baby. I'm sure I can style it somehow."

"No no, it's fine. I think i'm going to give my hairstylist a ring instead."

"Honey, I asked you if you wanted me to call James an hour ago," you reminded the actress. "You told me that 'it's not necessary'. We don't have the time now, Audrey. You either sort your hair in the next ten minutes or you're leaving like this."

The blonde's mouth fell open in disbelief at how unreasonable you were sounding. Her eyebrows furrowed, and as she began speaking, her tone grew harsher and harsher with every word. "Do you really expect me to leave the house with my hair a mess? Not fucking happening, (y/n). I'm not-"

"It's hardly a mess, Aud-"

"Then what the fuck is this?" Audrey cut you off quicker than lightening, lifting a fast hand to roughly pull at a clump of stiff strands of hair.

"Did I not tell you to watch your mouth a minute ago?" You sternly asked, ignoring her frustration for the time-being. The actress' attitude was starting to get on every single one of your nerves, and if it wasn't for the fact that you were due to leave in fifteen minutes, you'd have already pulled her over your lap.

Audrey blew out a deep sigh as her eyes fluttered shut. This wasn't working in her favour at all. She had to make a quick change of plans.

"I'm sorry, darling. It's just-" Audrey got up from her seat before making her way towards you, continuing with her sentence only once she was stood an inch away from you, a pleading look on her face. "I- I don't think I feel too well. All this hairspray in the air — God, it's making me so dizzy."

You raised both of your eyebrows at that. Audrey was an incredible actress and it wasn't hard to believe even the silliest of stories when it came to it. But you knew her very well by now and she couldn't fool you this easily even on one of your worst days.

"We're not doing this right now, Audrey," you shook your head in disapproval. "I better hear you walking down those stairs in the next ten minutes or so help me God-"

"You will! Ok, fine! I will be there," the blonde quickly cut you off. "But before you go, can I have a kiss? Please?"

You playfully rolled your eyes before smiling, "of course, baby. Thank you for listening."

Audrey gave you a toothy grin before leaning in and pressing her soft lips to yours, trying her very best to lead the kiss. It was unusual. And what made it more suspicious was the fact that Audrey never, absolutely ever, kissed you so heatedly right after getting her makeup done. In fact, she'd scolded you plenty of times for attempting to do so before an event or even just before a simple outing.

The second the actress felt you attempting to pull away from the kiss, she deepened it, sliding her hands up your arms and around your neck, locking you in place.

Feeling your patience gradually being drained by the woman's questionable behaviour, you slowly turned so that Audrey's back was facing the bed before carefully leading the woman towards its direction, not breaking away from her embrace just yet.

Enough is enough. You bit Audrey's bottom lip, sucking on it gently before pulling away just as the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed.

"Wha-" Audrey was cut off as you shoved her back onto the mattress, "for God's sake! Watch it! You're going to ruin my hair, (y/n)!"

You climbed onto the bed, straddling one of actress's thighs before swiftly pulling her dress up to her abdomen. "Oh, quit whining already. I'll ruin a lot more than just your hair if you don't get your attitude in check, you little brat."

Audrey squirmed, biting her lip as to hold back from firing yet another brave remark at you as you ran your fingers along the inside of her right thigh. "Is this what you've been wanting all day, hm? Do you like testing my patience?" You raised an eyebrow as you reached the top of Audrey's thigh, noticing that her legs were now fully spread.

Taking the opportunity to do so, you pulled your hand away before sharply bringing your palm down onto the fair, sensitive skin, delighting in the surprised squeak that left Audrey's plump lips.

"No! No, I- I don't. Please, God! Have some mercy," The woman grumbled in frustration, yet you didn't miss the pink flush that coloured her chest and warmed her cheeks, or the way she tightly gripped the sheets with both fists in order to ground herself.

"Oh no, no. You don't get to do that. Not after misbehaving for me the entire day," you shook your head in disapproval as your fingers resumed their dance along the blonde's smooth skin, running over Audrey's silk panties and down her slit.

She arched her back as your digits teased her in the way you knew could drive her insane. Audrey couldn't stand teasing. It always made for the perfect punishment.

"(y/n)," the actress warned, her knuckles turning white for a brief moment before all of her self-control flew out of the window and her hands flung down to her panties.

However, before Audrey could even get any sort of relief, you had gripped both of her wrists in your own two hands and pinned them down by the sides of her head. Your face was barely an inch away from hers as you began scolding the blonde. "Don't you even dare try playing that game with me, Audrey. Pull a stunt like that again and you won't be getting to cum anytime soon. Now you're going to show me that you're a good girl who's deserving of a reward, and you're going to fold your arms behind your back. Am I making myself clear, sweetheart?"

The neediest of whines poured from Audrey's lips as her eyebrows furrowed in frustration yet, surprisingly enough, the woman nodded in agreement, noting how serious your tone had gotten. She did not want to be punished today and she knew very well that although you were patient, she was walking on a fine line right now.

"Good," you whispered, your lip brushing against hers for barely a second before you sat up straight again, watching as Audrey hurriedly did just as she was told. A pleased hum was quick to involuntarily leave your throat, and you soon rewarded Audrey by slipping your hand into her panties and through her soaked folds, indulging in the way she gasped at the feeling of your fingers sliding into her heat with ease, and the way she squirmed impatiently when she came to the realisation that your hand had stilled. She was so close to finally gaining some relief and here you were, messing with her mind again.

"So wet already," you noted out loud. "Does being a bad girl turn you on, Audrey? Is that it, baby? It certainly would explain a lot."

The actress groaned, closing her eyes as she huffed. "No. Now please, I need you, (y/n), come on!"

You tutted, shaking your head as you slowly moved your fingers in and out of Audrey, "such an impatient little brat. You ought to be taught a lesson."

All Audrey could do was whine in reply, feeling breathless at the sole feeling of your fingers curling and hitting her sweetest spot every-so-often.

As much as you scolded the woman for misbehaving — and enjoyed whenever she made sure to be an extra good girl for you —, there was nothing more satisfying than reducing her to a speechless, whiny mess after she'd been so insolent the entire day.

Audrey's soft whines and whimpers soon turned into needy moans and you found it to be a perfect opportunity to quicken the pace of your hard-working fingers, suppressing a moan of your own as you fed on Audrey's adorable reactions.

"I- (y/n), I'm-" the actress could barely form words as they seemed to die at the tip of her tongue. The pleasure of your fingers hitting her g-spot repeatedly had Audrey seeing stars.

"Hm? What was that, sweetheart?" You teasingly asked, slowing down in pace when the blonde failed to reply after a few seconds.

"N-No, God, please don't stop! I'm, I'm close," Audrey breathlessly informed you and you smirked in return, pulling your fingers out of her heat and taking in the defeated and completely astounded look that fell upon her face as she watched you clean her juices off of your fingers with your tongue.

Purposely moaning at the taste before letting your digits leave your lips, you looked right into Audrey's shocked eyes, speaking with faux-sympathy laced in between your words. "Awe, my poor little girl."

The actress's face flushed red in almost an instant as she eyed you in disbelief. "What the fuck is this supposed to be?"

"Why run your mouth when you can put it to much better use?" You asked dumbly as if you didn't understand what Audrey's frustration was all about.

"I didn't get to cum!" The woman angrily snapped, perching up onto her elbows to fully scowl at you. She was pissed beyond belief. And the stupidly sweet smile which was occupying your face didn't at all help the actress calm down.

"Well, that was the point, darling." You crawled over Audrey's half-clothed body till you were straddling her abdomen before pushing her back down onto the bed with one hand. "You see, it's only fair that I make you wait to cum since you thought it would be perfectly fine to make me wait for you."

Audrey gasped, looking conflicted as she watched you crawl off of her. You slid your panties down your legs before dropping them onto the bedroom floor and turning back to the woman who had her eyes glued to your long limbs. With a small smirk playing on your lips, you situated yourself back over Audrey's flustered skin, slowly lowering yourself onto her face.

"(y/n), my makeup!" Audrey whined in complaint. She couldn't believe it! You'd made such a fuss of her getting ready so you could both go out to dinner, and here you were, ruining her hair and makeup as if it didn't cost her a performance, a handful of meltdowns and a punishment. The woman didn't know whether she should be pissed at you for wasting her time, or whether to be pleased at the fact that her plan had worked after all. However, she didn't have the chance to thoroughly think her choices through before your stern voice pulled her out of her thoughts again.

"Shut up. Be a good girl and stick out your tongue for me," you ordered, searching Audrey's defiance-filled eyes. Much to your surprise though, after a moment of hesitation, the woman once again did as she was told. You were soon met with Audrey's hot, wet tongue sliding through your folds before her painted lips wrapped around your clit, proving that the actress could, in fact, be such a good girl when she wanted to be.

Audrey, being driven by the need to orgasm herself, worked eagerly and with intent on your own throbbing core as you pulled on her short, blonde locks, not caring for the fact that you had completely messed up her hair, or the fact that with every jerk of your hips, Audrey's lipstick was being smudged further and further across her chin and cheeks.

"Your m-mouth is incredible, babygirl," you informed the actress between moans. Audrey softly whined at the praise, the vibrations racking up her throat and pushing you closer to the edge.

You kept your eyes on the actress for as long as you could, observing the way her own dark eyes would roll back whenever you tugged on her hair a little tighter. Or how her skin would heat up a little more every time a generous praise left your lips.

"You always look so gorgeous underneath me." There was a smug look on your face which Audrey could not stand. Her face was so flustered, she was sure it was going to burn.

Enough is enough. Audrey suddenly doubled her efforts, wanting nothing more than to just get you off and indulge herself in getting to watch you unravel for her. She was always so much more vocal than you, so every moan or whimper that she managed to pull out of you had her eyes lighting up in delight.

However, what the blonde wasn't expecting was to see you lean back a little before feeling two of your digits sliding back inside of her. You were no longer messing with her and she was well aware by the feeling of you roughly curling your fingers inside of her.

Before long, you were desperately rocking against the actress's mouth, words of encouragement falling from your lips between sounds of pleasure. "Fuck, Audrey. Yes! Make me cum, sweetheart."

The actress moaned uncontrollably; the sight of you grinding against her mouth and the feeling of your fingers working her exactly how she liked had Audrey's mind spinning, and before the woman could even stop herself, she was clenching on your fingers as screams of pleasure poured from her mouth and into your heat.

Your orgasm was soon to follow, leaving you breathless and spent as you practically dropped onto the bed next to Audrey's twitching body.

The room was emptied of all the tension that had built up over the past few hours as you both relaxed into the cool sheets. The blonde was the first to recover, sitting up before looking to you with her award-winning puppy-eyes.

"Does this mean that we don't have to go out tonight?" Audrey quietly spoke, almost worried that she'd have to fix her stupid hair and makeup again.

You gently laughed then, watching as the actress's face softened at your clear amusement.

"How about this-" you began, sitting up before kissing Audrey's wet lips, "I'll order takeout and cancel the reservation while you go start a shower. Sound good?"

Audrey beamed as she looked into your eyes, relief washing over her as she heard the words she'd been craving to hear all day. "It's a date," she grinned before attaching her lips back onto yours in a grateful kiss.

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Requests: “Please!!! I am begging you, darling best writer in the whole of Tumblrverse. Write a smut based on that gif where Kai licks his lips and has blood on his face and used magic to pull someone closer. Cause Holy Crap!!!! That was a TOTAL Turn on...” “any kai smuts on the way???? and also umm can you do a smut based off kai with like his coat cause he looks like a god with coats or even jackets on (:” (Credits to gif owners! Because DAMN) Warning! Visual smut ahead! Also very long!

"I have to say that there's been a record. Mystic Falls hasn't had any trouble with The Grill in like two months." Y/N zipped by her co-workers who were cooking an extremely large order. She couldn't help but look over a chef's shoulder and watch what they were preparing. "Is that for a party? Or a family?" She couldn't help but wonder aloud. The cook turned his head with a laugh to follow. He explained that it was all for one person. "Damn." Was all she replied with.

Y/N worked hard as a waitress. And she loved it. "All for table five? I'll need all ten of you guys to carry it back there." She rolled her eyes. Whatever, as long as the customer was happy and they were all getting paid it wasn't a problem. The order might be large, but Y/N started carrying trays back.

What was strange was that the new guy, who was put on host and waiter duty, never showed up in the kitchen to help or to return with more orders. The dining room was a little too quiet for Y/N's liking. Maybe he screwed something-

From the kitchen doors, Y/N could see that her new co-worker was clearly killed and in the hands of a tall stranger. Her eyes were large, her throat told her to scream. But nothing other than her heavy breathing escaped her enlarged nostrils. The man was wiping blood off of his face...her co-worker's blood and he was licking it off of his fingers.

Y/N was noticed, when he turned his face toward her she wanted so badly to run the other way, back into the kitchen and find something to defend herself. Other than the stranger, the dining room was empty. She also found herself with another problem, her hand was shaking so much that the tray of food fell at her feet. The beer glasses split and liquid was all over the floor. Boy was that going to be a sticky mess she'd have to clean up depending on her near death.

Her mouth dropped open, the rather handsome stranger with smeared blood on his face turned himself toward her with a bit of a sadistic grin. When he spoke, she could swear it was a rumble of thunder. "Mmm, aren't you so afraid?" He fixed the messy sleeve over his wrist and wiped the rest of the blood off of his face, sticking his wet fingers into his mouth and humming. "He was a little bland."

Y/N couldn't even muster a 'holy shit' but she had to admit in her overactive mind that he was rather attractive and whatever he was trying to do was working on her. This shouldn't be attractive. She wasn't like this. All she wanted was to get paid and get through college, not in this situation at work. "That nagging voice in my head says not to hurt you. But my stomach says too. I'm just so hungry and upset." His lips jutted out, he was pouting. And boy was he good at it. "I was hoping you'd taste a lot better."

Y/N's throat burned so much, something came out. "P-please don't hurt me." Her head wagged back and forth, she wanted so badly to just run by the man and never see him again. Then she realized he took a step closer but there was still the space of the whole room between them.

"Oh doll, I have a better idea." There was that sadistic grin again. The one that made her heart flip and it shouldn't. She shouldn't think this was attractive but she couldn't deny it. In her own twisted way, there she was unable to move because she was scared and curious. "Why don't you come here? Come to me, Sweetheart." He spoke lowly. Low with a hint of a growl. One that bad her gut develop an anchor to it.

But she refused. She wagged her head hesitantly back and forth. The man raised his brows and then tilted his head to the side. "I'll give you one more chance before I make you. Now let's try again. Come here." He spoke slow, longing. But she wagged her head back and forth. He was someone her parents told her to stay away from as a child. She wasn't going to give into him with her co-worker's corpse on the floor. Not at all actually. This man didn't need to get his way.

The stranger took another step forward and raised his hand. Y/N wasn't sure what he was doing. Was he going to try and hit her? "Motus." He growled. She started floating across the room to him, her feet couldn't stop her. Nothing could stop the fact she was in motion because this man was beckoning her to him. She started to panic, but everything was cut short when she was facing his large hand.

It was decorated with two rather shiny and large rings. There were a few seconds of silence before her mind was filled with his scent. His musk mixed with a hint of a dominating cologne that she couldn't put her finger on. He was intoxicating and the cologne added to the fire in her lungs and throat. So she decided to look away from his harsh gaze to his hand that was still raised. "You are very disobedient." He commented. His other hand rose to his chin, pulling her gaze to his again. He looked harsh but he also had the most beautiful eyes she had ever saw in her life.

"Who am I to judge though?" In mere seconds his harsh gaze turned into something happy. He was laughing and showing off those perfect teeth he kept hidden. His brows were raised and his smile was so wide his eyes turned to slits. Was he a mad man? The answer was yes. Her gut told her yes. "Mmm." He hummed and then contained his laughter. "You won't make me feel bad if I scare you."

She cringed. Y/N actually cringed, she wanted far away from him yet he was drawing her in. "Do all females look at me the way you do?" This was a more intimate moment, he was getting closer and closer. His breath smelled like spearmint. Oh boy was he perfect. When Y/N didn't answer he was clearly annoyed but he answered for her. "You're supposed to say duh."

All Y/N could do was swallow the lump in her throat. "L-let me go please." That wasn't as confident as she liked. Now he'd never take her seriously. Now both of his hands cupped her cheeks. Her skin was on fire and he took her breath away. The cool metal rings took a bit of the sting away, but that didn't ease the anchor in her stomach.

"To kill you or not to kill you? I need a list of pros and cons. But my oh my, you have no idea what's going on. It wouldn't be fair to you if I had you choose without knowing now would it-" There was an interruption from the door. Y/N was relieved, so relieved she could pass out. Someone had come to her rescue.

It was yet another very young man who nodded toward the door. "You can leave. I'll take care of him." Boy did Y/N run as fast as her little legs could carry her. Running made the fire in her throat rise higher than before. But at least she was heading for the safety of her home.

She saw him again...at The Grill. After it closed, he was there again. From the doorway he was waving, it was rather flirty which made her co-workers wonder if she was seeing somebody. "Is he here for you? You didn't tell us you were seeing someone." One of the cooks leaned over her shoulder. Y/N could feel the lump in her throat again. What did he want with her? Their first encounter was over a week ago.

Why now? "I'm not seeing anybody. He was here about a week ago. Uh...you can go home. I'll finish closing and get rid of him." She offered her co-worker. So they accepted the offer and untied their apron from their waist and hung it on a rack in the back. Y/N could only pray the stranger didn't hurt her friend as he tried to leave. But she let out a sigh of relief when the man stepped aside and let the cook leave without any harm.

Y/N tried focusing on scrubbing the counter-top. People had spilled drinks throughout the day and dropped food. It was just a mess. "Is there any way I can help?" Her hand suffocated the wet cloth and when she got startled, the stranger laughed. "I want to place an order." He took a seat on one of the stools. Y/N started backing away with the wet cloth as her only defense. "Except I don't want food. I want you."

There she went again, wagging her head back and forth, aggravating him. "You really are a scared little thing aren't you?" He tapped his fingers against the counter-top. Y/N watched carefully as he poured salt packets onto the counter.

"H-hey!" She started to stop him but he only laughed and looked up through his eyelashes with that grin on his face. He raised that same hand that had magically called her over to him, and now it was...making the salt float? Each grain was dancing around his fingers. Y/N wiped her eyes and blinked but it didn't work. She wasn't seeing things.

"At least hear me out, beautiful." His nickname for her made her swallow. "I always get what I want. I want you. Its weird, I can't stop thinking about you. Ever since I was dealt with last week. I realized I was a little much." No kidding. "But that doesn't mean I'm sorry for it. I've never been so curious about a human before." He rambled. "That's a little weird right?"

For once Y/N agreed with him. "Except its normal for me. I debated on tracking you down. I had some of your hair..." He started chuckling. "Wrapped around my finger, literally, from when I touched you. I was going to do a simple locator spell and follow you around. But there's this pair of brothers that thought that would frighten such an innocent girl." Boy did he talk alot. "But now I know where you work. I can catch you here whenever I please." The salt fell into a crumpled pile under his hands.

The stranger reached over the counter, into her apron and pulled the pen out of the pocket with that stupid grin on his face. Without taking his eyes off of her, he reached into the napkin dispenser and started writing something on it. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back a smile and then pushed the napkin across the counter to her. Y/N collected the thin fabric in her shaky hand. 'Kai' was written at the top along with a phone number.

"Text me, or hey better yet call me. Hold on, sometimes I don't know how to go about this. You have a Twitter?" Why was he so casual? "Cobrakai1972. Live tweets and all. I know lots of girls these days like a man who's handy with his Twitter." His left eye closed in a very seductive wink as he pushed himself up and off of the stool. "If you're curious enough its your call." He was inviting her. And boy was she debating on calling the number in her hand. Kai, his name had a ring to it. Kai...Kai-she kept repeating it in her head.

"You probably have a crush on her." Was all Damon said without glancing over at the Heretic twiddling his thumbs. "And showing her magic..." Damon shook his head before taking in his drink. "Not a good idea. But I won't hold it against you considering I killed you and you didn't live long enough as a mutt to know."

Kai glanced over through his lashes and watched the vampire continue drinking. "She's...perfect. I gave her my number and I'm on edge. Every time my phone makes a noise I hope its her but its Twitter notifications from fifteen year old girls." He wiped a hand through his hair.

"Granted you did scare her, Parker. You're lucky Stefan was there to save your ass last week otherwise you would have hurt the girl you're crushing on." Damon tsked and wagged his finger. "As for the fifteen year old girls, I'm just going to be honest here and tell you you're not the ugliest guy I've ever seen. I'm only being nice to you so I can make Elena happy when she wakes up. You remember that when you remember my compliment."

"Got it." Kai steepled his fingers under his chin. Damon noticed the Heretic was glancing nervously at his phone. "Damn it. You know I was just going to feed on her." He laughed. "And here I am stalking her at work because I can't even stand to see her interact with a customer." His raked another hand through his hair. "What's wrong with me?"

Damon sat in the chair across from Kai and tapped his chin. "It would be easier to find out what's right with you. And that's a very short list. With two bullet points." Damon sat back and played with the glass in his hand. "But as for what's wrong with you...its more like a grocery list. The basics, eggs, milk, bread. Water-" Kai glanced at him. "My point is that you've got...some sort of basics. Give her some time. Stop trying to scare her. Don't be...you."

"What do you mean?"

"You...you're too forward all the time. Most girls don't like somebody who just shows up at work and plays with salt on the table and randomly hands her his number. Or showing up and killing a co-worker or two and then dragging her across the room with magic. No, Kai you have to wait till you get her hooked first and then you get comfortable. Then you start with the magic or being confident." Damon crossed his leg over his knee. "Civil. Yeah...be civil."

Kai rested his hand under his chin and started digging deep. "I should start over? Introduce myself? Ask for her name?"

"Her name is Y/N. You're welcome. Drink there all the time with Ric. There's only one problem to your plan here though." Damon hissed. "She's Ric's niece."

Kai surprised Damon when he face-palmed himself. "Great. Just great. Damn it."

"There's always a chance though, Parker." Why was Damon even feeling so positive today? "If you make her happy, Ric might accept it."

"Make her happy?"

"That doesn't mean you keep harassing her at work. That means show up with flowers. Or ask her to see a movie. Get to know each other. Show her you aren't the creepy guy that keep showing up at The Grill. Tell her you're sorry, that you want to start over-" But Kai wasn't even listening.

"I'll go see her tomorrow." Damon was now the one to face-palm. Had he taught Kai nothing?

The Grill had been sort of lonely for the past few days. Some of Y/N's co-workers who she really enjoyed were sick. And Y/N's mind drifted back to Kai. She hadn't seen him in a while either. Her lunch break consisted of eating food that one of the cooks made her, and sipping on her Coke while scrolling through her phone.

Her mind wandered to the contact list. After Kai had given her his number, she had been debating all week whether or not to call. So she made him a contact in her phone. There she was staring at the call button again. But a voice from behind her made her jump and lock her phone quickly. "Y/N, I figured it was your lunch break." It was only her uncle.

"Hey, Uncle Ric." She waved and finished the last few bites of her sandwich. "I was about to get back to work in a few minutes."

Her uncle took a seat across from her and grabbed her hands. "Look I just have to talk to you about something. Because you're my only niece. Which makes you my favorite niece. And I'm concerned for you." Y/N furrowed her brows and took a sip of her drink. "Word gets around here. A guy named Kai coming around to see you?" Her heart fluttered at his name. It made her straighten her back.

"Yeah, he's...weird. What about it?" Her uncle squeezed her hands and pursed his lips together. "What's wrong?"

"I want you to stay away from him, Y/N. I have a rough past with him and he's got...problems. Just promise me you'll stay away from him?" How could she say no to her sweet uncle? Her only favorite uncle?

Y/N nodded. "Of course." But she didn't dare tell her uncle she put two and two together. She knew exactly who Kai was, from research and sneaking into her uncle's office, reading journal entries. From watching Kai use 'magic' to kill a man in cold blood. He was a Heretic, a sociopath, a psycho. The list continued with some rather foul names coming from her uncle after that.

Her uncle pushed himself away from the table and kissed her forehead. "This is why I love you, Y/N. So be good. I love you."

"Love you too." Her face was red when she looked over at the door and Kai was there. He waved, his seductive grin on his lips. Y/N looked around, her uncle had used the back door. So he didn't have to pass Kai.

Kai couldn't hide the fact that he wanted nothing more than to pull her close and try her out for a while. But he didn't. He watched her clean her table and throw away her trash. Customers approached her, young guys touching her elbow or ordering their food from her. It made his chest burn. Was he jealous? Was that the word to use? That she was his, he wanted nobody else to even look at her?

"You're ignoring me now?" Y/N sort of felt bad. But she knew her uncle meant well and she didn't blame him for wanting her to stay away from Kai. Who knew what he could do to her? Kai's voice was soft, distant, upset. "What did I do?"

"N-nothing. I'm just working." She wiped down the counter before him again. "Nothing's wrong. Just think its best to stay away from each other. I've been keeping what I've seen you do from so many people and you're dangerous. So if you don't hurt me, I won't tell anybody."

Kai's face dropped some. "Y/N if I wanted to hurt you I would have already." Who had gotten a hold of her? Why wasn't she looking at him? The way he said her name gave her goosebumps. "Y/N?"

"Its nothing, Kai. I'm working and I have customers to get to. So if you're ordering something then do it and your food will be out in a second." But Kai was silent, sadness written in his face. His lips pursed together. Little did she know he was trying to ask her out, but he didn't do it fast enough. She brushed by him with her pen and notepad in hand and left him raking his fingers through his hair.

Y/N had just finished brushing her hair and teeth, put on her pajamas and started un-tucking her freshly made bed. She pulled the blanket back and started to climb in. A tap on her window called her attention. "What in the world." She sighed and headed for the window. There was another knock, it was louder this time. She fixed her shirt before opening the window and jumping back two feet, with a loud scream to follow.

Kai jumped as well, almost falling off of her windowsill. She held her chest to recover from her heart attack. "Jesus Kai what are you doing here? How do you know where I live?" He was dangerous, she had to remember that. She had to remember he could come through the window and strangle her if she wasn't careful.

"I watched you when you left The Grill. You make me curious."

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat. "You shouldn't be here. My uncle could be home any minute."

"I know your uncle. Ric, yeah great guy. Just wants me dead. Long story." Kai focused on not falling off of the sill he was perched on. "If you could invite me inside, that's be great. Don't act surprised either. I know you put two and two together very well, and so could I."

She was taken aback. "Get in here." She grabbed his arm before he fell. Except he fell backward into her window and tumbled to the floor. He was a little shaky on his legs when he pushed himself up but he recovered.

"Piece of advice, be careful who you invite in." He helped her lock her window.

"Noted."

They sat in silence for a while until Y/N headed for the T.V. across the room and turned it on. Kai was sort of confused. "Why so loud?" He raised his voice over the volume of the T.V.

Y/N spun around and grinned a little bit. It was a major character change for Kai to comprehend. "My uncle's coming home anytime now. Do you really think I haven't been thinking about you either?"

Kai was starting to catch on. "Well let's see if you're still as disobedient as before." He called to her with his curling index finger. But she stood on the tips of her toes and wagged her head. "Motus." His hand went up, pulling her right to him.

She stared up at him with her index finger in her mouth. Kai bit his bottom lip and then swiped his tongue across it. That same hand he performed his spell on was now shoving her backward onto her bed.

He stood above her, shrugging his pitch black jacket off of his shoulders. The one that Y/N had saw him in the other day at The Grill after her uncle left. The one that made her want to ride him all day. He folded it with a knowing smirk on his face. And then he tossed it to the end of her bed.

"You are a very lucky girl Y/N." He crawled between her legs. "Do you have an idea why?"

Y/N bit her lip and shook her head. "Why is that?"

"Because I'm feeling good today." Y/N raised her brows. "I feel like a decent person. Decent enough to show you the best time." He trailed his fingers across her lips.

"Is that so? I'd like to say that I'm not so lucky." She pouted.

"Hmm?" He focused in on her mouth.

"You look a lot more attractive with blood on your face. See I think you've ruined me. I'm not a person that likes blood. But when I saw you the night we met, I can't help but think about it." She stuck her index finger in his mouth. He was so close to her, their noses were almost touching. He was intoxicating.

And his breath smelled like mint, her favorite scent. Kai responded, sucking on her finger, swiping his tongue around it. The lust he felt for the girl multiplied by a hundred. "Do it." She whispered. She encouraged him to bite her finger. "I know what you are. Don't hide it from me." She had to curl her legs around his waist, to hold onto him. Kai debated it, but he wasn't that strong enough to say no.

He closed his eyes, he let the monster he was consume him. A network of patterns spiraled across his face, they made Y/N gasp but they turned her on no doubt. His eyes were dark when he opened them. Almost as dark as the jacket he threw at the end of the bed. Y/N huffed, encouraging her finger to trace the daggers just under his lip. "Please." It was soft and intimate. The madman who she was crushing on was about to bite her.

Kai bit down, slowly and just enough to break the skin. He suckled the blood off of the tip of her finger. Y/N held the cry that was aching to be released. She didn't expect it to feel as sore as it did. He was a predator, it was supposed to hurt. He released her finger, Y/N traced his lips, smearing the blood around his lip. "I'll make you my evil queen. How does that sound?"

"I don't even know why I like the sound of it. But I really like it." What was he doing to her? Tainting her mind. She worked at tracing his cheek, just where she saw the bloodstains of her co-worker two weeks ago. She bit her lip, he was her work of art. He licked his lips while his intense stare held her captive. Oh he was such a bad influence.

"I think you're finding yourself." He whispered. The same tooth that dug into her finger now pricked his lip, making it bleed. The blood dripped down his lip and onto his chin. "Clock's ticking if you wanna get rid of that pin prick I gave you." He grinned.

He wanted her to drink his blood? Kai noticed how hesitant she was and kissed her anyway. The copper taste between them seemed to connect them. The uncomfortable ache in her wounded finger seemed to dull away. The blood smeared against his lips and cheek made him look dominant, crazy. And Y/N wasn't aware that she was into the psycho types. (The reader is all of us lmao.)

Kai moaned, the sound rumbled from his chest where Y/N rested her hand. Her other hand played with the hairs on the back of his neck. His hands started pushing her shirt up, higher and higher. "You've got nothing on underneath." He quietly groaned in her ear. He sucked at her chin, her jaw, her earlobe. She allowed him to push the shirt up and over her head.

She was so perfect it made Kai's whole body ache. His lips closed around one of her nipples, pulling and teasing, swiping his tongue across it. "Two weeks does a lot to a man." He grumbled, tracing his tongue down her stomach. "I escaped hell-" He laughed. "And here I am in pursuit of a girl I had no idea existed." Mmm, Y/N loved when he lowered his voice.

"Oh?" She moaned. Kai rubbed his hands down her chest, his ring catching on her hardened nipple. She reached for Kai's hair, that perfect dark hair. She completely messed it up, the way it was put up with a little curl at the end of the strand. "Bummer."

"What do you mean?" He looked up from working his tongue against her stomach.

"I messed up your hair. Bummer for me." Kai grinned and pushed his lips against her soft flesh.

"Mmm, I don't mind. Mess it up for me." He groaned.

Y/N tilted her head back, her eyes closed. Focusing in on the feeling of his soft tongue caressing her. When she looked down, she noticed Kai pushing that one strand of hair off of his forehead. "No keep it. I love your hair."

Kai bit his lip to hide his smile. "Bonus." He crawled back up her body, reaching between them and pushing her shorts down her legs. "Something tells me that your sudden interest in blood compelled you to choose your new underwear." He teased the front of them, pressing into her clit. "Bonus times two." He grinned and leaned in, rubbing his nose against hers.

He started working his way down her stomach, but Y/N pulled him back. "I like nipple play better." Kai furrowed his brows but couldn't hide the smile on his face. That beautiful, wide smile that made her forget he was a madman.

"Damn, jackpot." He wrapped her legs around his waist. She aided him in pushing his hips into hers. His lips pulled at her nipples, taking turns, going back and forth. When she touched the collar of his shirt, his body ignited. The excitement that collected in his stomach fueled the fire in his pants. The way she held his face, or gently touched the back of his neck. Goosebumps formed on his body where he never even felt them before.

He cried out some when Y/N ran her nails roughly through his hair. Moaning when he suckled a good spot. The way her hips met with his...Kai looked up and took a deep breath before kissing her. He needed air but the other half of his body needed her. He had no idea why she was so special, but his monster craved her.

When she reached between their bodies and unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, he knew he was on fire. She was glowing and he was on fire. What set him off even more was when she pushed her panties to the side and called him closer with her index finger. "If you're going to do it, do it now."

He just couldn't, the evil part of him that had escaped Hell told him to do it. While the other part of him...the part of little humanity he died with told him to enjoy the moment more. But he had to respond to the devil. So he did it, he connected them roughly. Grasping her face and sucking at her neck.

Her gentle fingers reached for the collar of his shirt again, pulling him closer. Her moans all she could release. She stared up at him in awe. He was poison, she wasn't. Yes he injected everything he had to offer and corrupted her brain. Everything her uncle told her, she was started to forget. Kai wasn't so bad, he was poison, but he was the good kind. The kind she was into.

He was the bad boy, the one nobody liked. And that made her crave his poison even more. Y/N could tell he was fighting to keep control. But she didn't want control. Her fingers traced the dried blood on his lips and over his cheeks, moaning as she did so. Her hair splayed across her pillow, her hands running over his back.

Kai almost stopped her from unbuttoning his shirt. But when she gave him that look, the one that made him crumble, he gave in and helped her brush the thin material over his shoulders. Y/N didn't know where to explore next. Kai was a predator, a killing machine made out of pure muscle. Her back arched into him as he worked at pushing his pants down the rest of the length of his legs.

His mouth grabbed a hold of her right nipple, her hands raking through his hair. Soft and gentle in contrast to the rough speed he was being encouraged to move at.

His arms kept her encased in a blanket of his warmth. It was rather addicting. She couldn't get enough of how he smelled. Musky, he smelled natural with a hint of a spicy cologne. She tilted her head back, wrapped her legs around his waist and let him have her.

Their position was intimate. She was his now, she didn't think Kai was ever going to let her live this down. She didn't want to. His lips attacked her neck, claiming her with large purple marks that she'd have to hide from her uncle. Kai couldn't help himself. He believed there was a goddess under him. And that if he let her go she'd just disappear. Two weeks craving one person made the rest of his life difficult.

Y/N swore up and down, grumbling words in Kai's ear. He was having her and he couldn't believe it. "Y/N-" He whispered against her throat. Her hands encouraged him, gently stroking the back of his neck and then moving to his strong, hard shoulders.

Kai knew she was close. Anticipating her orgasm made him close, picturing her under him. Sweaty and out of breath. Chanting his name. Y/N held his chin, kissing away the blood stains lovingly. This was going to trigger his new leaf. This was when Kai felt he could be better. That he wanted to be better but he'd tell nobody else.

"Kai, Kai-" She chanted with large eyes. Knowing eyes. She knew she was about to come undone. So she prepared herself, locking her legs tighter around his waist and arching her back into him. Kai took her lips in his, grumbling against her and then sucking her into a dirty, needy kiss. Her hand connected with his jaw as he made her cum, her eyes closing and holding onto his shoulder.

Kai wrapped his arms around her, nipping her bottom lip in hopes to subdue how he felt. But he finished with her. His control was scarce, he rarely had none which was why he was surprised he had made it this far with her. He closed his eyes and held onto her.

"Kai-" She whispered, hoarse and tired. Kai pushed himself off of her on shaky arms. "I needed that." She rolled over onto her stomach, hugging her pillow. She was acting like a girl who had just found love. Kai thought it was strange. But even he had to admit she was glowing. Kai helped her fix her panties and found his briefs on the floor, pulling them up his legs. "What are you doing?"

Y/N watched him cover her with the jacket he came to her in. It was warm, soft, it smelled like him. That musky smell that drove her insane. "Are you leaving?" She sounded hurt.

"No." He answered shortly. "I don't leave after. It doesn't add to the effect now, does it?" His grin returned and he took his place next to her under the covers. They faced each other, staring. Y/N fixed the jacket, pulling her arms through it and cuddling with it.

Kai's arms were open, he was available. Y/N took her chance and pressed herself against him, letting him hold her. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head.

"Y/N I brought home some-" Their attention was directed up to her uncle. Ric had a look of horror plastered across his face. He pursed his lips together. "I-I thought I told you to stay away from him?"

Y/N pushed herself out of Kai's arms and sat up, wrapping the jacket around her body. "I can explain. Its a really long story."

"I'd kick him out but he's...he's aggressive...and a psycho-" Ric looked like he had seen a ghost.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder at Kai who was waving at her uncle. "He wasn't aggressive a few minutes ago." Her face turned red. Ric ran a hand through his hair.

"Did he hurt you? Are there any marks?"

"No, of course not."

"Oh boy, I failed you as an uncle. You're...he could have killed you Y/N!"

"Could have." Kai licked his lips. "If I wanted her dead she would be." Ric looked like he could cry. Kai lifted his arms, resting them behind his head. "Its all good over here. More than good."

There was a moment of silence before Ric closed the door. "He's mad at me." Y/N lay herself across Kai's chest. "And this shouldn't be okay. I shouldn't feel okay with this."

"Mmm, yeah but doesn't it feel good to be a rebel kid for once?" She had to admit. It felt exhilarating.

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Stretched - Shawn Mendes | Part 2

summary: Shawn gets a surprise

requested: no

warnings: smut

first part here

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Pulling up to the curb in front of Shawn’s childhood home, you turn the car off and force yourself to open the door and leave the warmth of the car. It was freezing. Hail pelted down against the pavement relentlessly like it had been for the past three hours.

Carefully, you climb up the icy driveway, sighing in both pride and relief when you reach the front door without falling. You press a frozen finger against the doorbell button, hearing the muffled tune sing throughout the Mendes household.

Soon enough the door opens, revealing Aaliyah Mendes dressed in sweatpants, one of Shawn’s merch sweaters, and fuzzy socks. A wide smile spreads her lips and she moves aside.

“Who’s at the door, chica?” Shawn steps into the hallway from the direction of the living room, stopping short at the sight of you standing in his home. Mainly because he wasn’t meant to see you until tomorrow, and his dad had promised to drive him back to your place downtown because you had driven him to the airport four months ago.

Four months.

You hadn’t seen him in person in four months. FaceTime was great and all, but the comfort wasn’t there. You couldn’t exchange hugs or kisses or touches and it killed you. And it seemed to kill Shawn too.

With his long legs, it only took half as many steps as it would’ve taken anybody else before he was standing in front of you, wrapping his arms around you so tight you were sure the two of you would become one person.

“Baby, what are you doing here? Dad’s driving me back tomorrow.”

“Your sister called me this morning.”

Shawn turns to his younger sister, raising a brow though his face showed no disappointment - only joy and curiosity.

“I could hear you moving around all night. I thought that going home one day early would be good for you.” Aaliyah knew her brother better than anybody gave her credit for. When it came to going home, the couple of nights leading up to his return home were restless. But the last night before he’d board a plane and see his family again, he never got a wink of sleep, too excited to see his family.

You knew that because he’d told you the first time he’d come back home to you and you’d noticed the large bags under his eyes and had asked him about it. Aaliyah knew that because before he was famous, whenever they’d go on vacation, Shawn could never sleep the night before. But now that traveling was a major part of his job, only going home had that effect on him now.

“Thanks, Aaliyah.” Shawn kisses his sister’s cheek and you smile briefly before Aaliyah turns down the hallway.

“I’ll let Mom and Dad know that Y/N’s here.”

“Tell them in a couple minutes, would you? I want some time with my girl.”

As Aaliyah mutters an ‘ew’ under her breath butterflies take flight in your stomach. You were used to Shawn’s affection. He was quite touchy, clingy, and just affectionate overall. But you would never get used him calling you his girl. It was just something that always got you flustered.

Shawn helps you out of your coat and scarf, hanging them up in the front hall closet. But the moment your winter layers are stripped and your boots placed neatly to the side, Shawn is everywhere.

One of his hands grips the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he guides your mouth to his. The other hand rests on your lower back, pushing the two of you together so that there’s no space between you two.

You can smell his cologne and soap, feel his curls tickle your forehead, and the heat of his body warms your cold body.

The kiss started off slow and soft at first, the two of you falling back into the comfortable and familiar feeling of one another. But the moment you nip his bottom lip, Shawn can’t hold himself back. You’re pushed up against the door and the hand that was around your lower back slips under the front of your turtleneck and Shawn splays his hand over your stomach, running his thumb back and forth over your skin.

With all restraints gone, you tug on his belt loops, bringing him infinitesimally closer to you before one hand finds purchase in his curls at the nape of his neck, tugging in appreciation when he sucks on your lower lip. The other hand rests over his heart that beats wildly.

When you pull away to take a take a breath, Shawn isn’t done, moving down to suck a faint hickey into your neck. You push your hand between his mouth and your skin, stopping his actions.

“Your parents could see us.” While you had no problem with them seeing you and Shawn exchange a peck or kiss, you decided they didn’t need to see the two of you all disheveled and out of breath.

“And? I missed you. I’m making up for four months of not touching you.”

You peek around Shawn to find the hallway empty and lower your voice, staring straight into his brown eyes, a shade darker from lust. “You can touch me all you want at home where your surprise is waiting.”

Shawn raises a brow, squeezing your hip. “A surprise?”

“Mhm.”

“What kind of surprise?”

You smile playfully up at Shawn, trailing a finger down his arm, teasing. “One that involves toys and no clothing.”

A strangled moan escapes through Shawn’s lips and he drops his head. “You’re killing me, baby.”

“I hope not. I’m looking forward to the surprise just as much as you are.”

Shawn’s smile goes from sexy to soft in two seconds flat, and after running his fingers through your hair and to calm the post-makeout look, he guides you into the kitchen with a and on your waist.

“Y/N!” Karen exclaims, rounding the large marble island to gather you in her arms. You often visited the Mendes household when Shawn was away and you were missing him more than usual. Karen and Aaliyah always helped with that.

“Hey, Karen. How are you?”

“Much better now that my baby’s back in town, but I assume you’re stealing him a day early from us?”

“Sorry to say that I am,” you smile. “But it would be great for you all to come down to the condo for dinner one night this week. We could all catch up then.”

“Sounds good to me,” Manuel smiles, stirring the meat sauce. “But Shawn isn’t cooking. He only knows how to cook macaroni and chicken.”

“Hey!” Shawn exclaims, faking insult. Karen only laughs and ushers Shawn to pack his bag so the two of you can be home before it gets dark out.

Thankfully, the hail had turned to rain and you and Shawn slip and slide down the driveway to the car. Shawn throws his bags in the back seat and you take the chance to slip into the driver’s seat.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you the opportunity to sleep. I have a lot planned for us tonight and you need to be as awake and energetic as possible.”

Shawn smiles softly, his tired eyes crinkling in the corner. “You’re amazing.”

“I know,” you smile and reach over the center console to kiss Shawn’s cheek gingerly before pulling away from the curb.

Shawn doesn’t fall asleep immediately. He takes the time to plug his phone in and put on some soft music and watches you for a while. When you grab his hand and place a soft kiss to his calloused fingers, Shawn relaxes and falls asleep with his face pressed against the window.

***

Pulling into the underground parking lot for yours and Shawn’s apartment building, Shawn always wakes up when you go over the speed bump no matter how slow you go. But he’s so tired that he doesn’t even move an inch when you enter the parking garage. Smiling, you smooth his one stray curl from his forehead and begin scratching his scalp, pulling him from sleep the best way possible.

“Hey, baby.”

Shawn’s sleepy smile was your all-time favourite. “Hi.”

“Come on. Let’s get upstairs and maybe run you a bath and then bedtime? I know you’ve missed the bed.”

“I did but I’ve also missed you and am looking forward to my surprise.”

“Your surprise doesn’t have an expiry date and it requires you to be fully functioning.” You push Shawn’s shoulder with two fingers and he stumbles to the side, barely catching himself. “Which you are most definitely not.”

“Fair enough. How about this – we have a nap for an hour or two, you show me my surprise, and then we have a bath. I have a feeling we’ll be needing one,” Shawn winks.

You laugh and link your fingers with his, stepping into the elevator and hitting the button for the eighth floor. Inside the apartment, Shawn’s things are piled by the door as the two of you stumble into the bedroom, slowly peeling all your clothes off until you’re both left in just your underwear. Shawn unclasps your bra for you, knowing how much you hate sleeping in it, and helps you into his shirt.

In the bed, you can’t help but pounce on Shawn, the feeling of excitement of seeing him identical to that of running down on Christmas morning to see all the gifts under the tree.

“How come you only jump me when I’ve been gone for a while?” Shawn muses, letting you press kisses all over his chest and face. They weren’t sexual in any sense, just ones of pure excitement and happiness. You used to have a dog when you were little and it was so small, you couldn’t squeeze it in fear of squishing it, but all you wanted to do right now was give Shawn the strongest hug you could and squeeze the life out of him.

“It’s called deprivation.”

“Sexual?” Shawn smirks, rolling over so you’re caged beneath him. You reach up and stroke the side of his face, thumb running over the scar on his cheek.

“Yeah, but emotional is always more prominent. I miss your presence over everything else.” Shawn’s face softens as you speak. “Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and roll over to cuddle into you, but then I remember that you’re not here.”

“The same thing happens to me. Even though I’m not in my bed, I think I’m with you.”

“I love you, Shawn.” Still cupping his jaw, your fingers move into his hair as he leans down for a kiss, slow and soft but full of love and longing. When Shawn pulls away, his eyes are much brighter.

“I love me too.”

You scoff, “Way to ruin the moment.”

Shawn lies down beside you, pulling you into his chest. Your fingers run over the soft hairs on his chest as he hums. “I never the ruin the moment.”

“When did you get so egotistical?”

Shawn’s eyes droop, and his words come out slurred. “I live with a girl who calls me hot at least once a day ad beautiful at least twice. Blame her.”

You laugh at the correctness of his statement. “Well in that case, good night ugly.”

“Mmmm. Good night beautiful.”

When you wake up a few hours, Shawn has trapped you between his body and the mattress, pulling you from sleep with soft kisses peppered all over your face and upper body.

You hum, “Someone’s impatient.”

“Someone’s teasing,” Shawn retorts with a smile. You feel his semi press into your leg but he’s not rushing you. He’s happy to push the surprise back for cuddling with you and simply being with you.

But you won’t deny him any longer simply because you yourself have been waiting a long time. And now you can finally give Shawn that full plate he’s been wanting for months now.

“Lie with me?” Shawn moves to lie next to you, pulling you into his body by wrapping an arm around your waist. Distracted momentarily, you run the tips of your fingers over his stomach, feeling the dips and planes of his body he works so hard for.

“Keep gawking at my abs and my head won’t be able to fit through the door.”

“It already doesn’t,” you tease. “What with me calling you hot all the time. Not to mention all of your fans hitting on you and commenting on your height and hair. Speaking of which, I like that you’ve grown it out.” To demonstrate, you tangle your fingers in Shawn’s curls and give a slight tug, pulling a giggle from Shawn’s lips.

“But on a more serious note, do you want to know what your surprise is?”

Shawn’s eyes light up in excitement and he nods, tightening his grip on you. “What is it?”

“Me. All of me.”

Shawn looks confused for a moment. “Baby, you’re already mine, just like I’m yours. And there’s nothing I don’t know about you because we promised that when- wait. All of you?”

You nod with both pride and excitement. Shawn was finally catching on.

“All of you as in-” Shawn lifts the covers up to look underneath, directly at the apex of your thighs, covered by Shawn’s shirt. “No!”

“Mhm,” you nod, lip trapped between your teeth. “I’m ready, Shawn.”

Adrenaline coursing through his veins, Shawn can’t keep still, jumping up in bed to kneel beside you, pushing the covers down the bed with his movements. “You’re serious? If we need to wait a little longer, we can. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You sit up and cross your legs, reaching for Shawn’s tattooed hand and pressing a warm kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I’m serious. I’m sure. I’m ready.”

Shawn lets out a sharp breath, placing his hands on his hips. There’s a moment of silence before, “Why the fuck am I so nervous?”

“Because it’s our first time. And technically mine too. And the circumstances are a little different-”

“Not helping, babe.”

“But aren’t the circumstances unique to every couple? Like we’ve talked about it before, it’s something new for us and we’ll treat it like everything else that we introduced to our sex life. Slow, gentle, careful. We can-”

“I don’t want to fuck you, Y/N.”

You reel back in shock, the panic setting in. This was not something you were expecting.

“Fuck. No. No. That’s not what I meant. What I mean is that this is – like you said – both our first time and your first time. I don’t want them to be painful and uncomfortable and awkward.”

“I’m not following.”

“Remember when you told me about the dilators, and you noted the difference between the biggest dilator and me – well, my dick. But do you remember?” You nod. “I don’t want to jump into having sex with you. You’ve been stretched out by the dilators, but not by me.”

“Shawn, are you suggesting we cockwarm?”

“Yeah,” Shawn nods carefully but with confidence. “Like you said, it’s a first so let’s take this slow and gentle. I’m home for two months so there’s no rush. What do you say?”

You think for a moment in silence. Shawn had suggested it when you first showed him the dilators, but you didn’t think he was serious. But would it be so bad? It’s just like a very lifelike dilator. He won’t move and neither will you. But you know Shawn wants more and you don’t want him compensating when it may not be necessary.

“You’re sure you want to do this?”

“Positive.”

“Okay,” you agree and reach into the bedside drawer for the lube.

“Oh, honey. I don’t think we’ll be needing that.” Shawn winks, before disappearing into the closet. “But, I do think this may come into play later on.” In his hand, Shawn holds your vibrator – your favourite toy and Shawn’s favourite toy for both teasing and punishment.

As he approaches, Shawn turns the vibrator on medium and you lie back, spreading your legs for him. With his free hand, Shawn pushes his shirt up to your collarbones, exposing your breasts. Your nipples begin to harden from both the cold and the anticipation thrumming through your veins.

Shawn places the vibrator against your clit through your underwear, watching your hands grip the sheets and your back arch slightly. All he wanted was to be inside you – to feel you wrapped around him. But he wanted to drag this out. Account for every second of pleasure, starting with yours.

Slowly, the vibrator dips between your legs and when Shawn pulls it away, your hips chase the small machine and your underwear is soaked through.

“Oh, well these are done for,” Shawn remarks, placing the vibrator on the bed. “They might as well come off.” You lift your hips for Shawn and he smiles, running a finger up through your slit, collecting your wetness before tasting you for the first time in months. After sucking his finger clean, he leans over you and places the vibrator back on you, swallowing your moans.

His lips are soft and slow against yours, nipping at your bottom lip occasionally. Everything about his actions shows only love and gentleness. He doesn’t rush you in any way and you pull back to tell Shawn that you love him.

Shawn hesitates for a moment. Where was this coming from?

“I know. And I love you more than anything. Now let me make you feel good.”

You’re stripped of all clothing slowly, Shawn’s lips leaving a trail of fire where your skin is most recently exposed. And as per your request, Shawn covers your skin with his lips in only his boxers. Whenever he pulls up slightly, you look between your two bodies. When you go to reach for him, he grabs your wrist and places it down at your side and says, “You’ve already done more than enough for me. Now it’s my turn.”

Shawn can’t help the sharp breaths and quiet grunts as he watches you moan and struggle in your place as he presses the vibrator to your clit, taking short breaks to run his fingers over you, spreading your juices.

When he inserts his ring and middle finger, that’s when you begin to scream. Having been deprived of Shawn’s touch for so long and with the anticipation of what’s to come, you feel yourself reaching the tipping point much faster.

You grab Shawn’s wrist and while he stops thrusting his fingers into you, he continues to curl them slowly. “Am I hurting you, darling?”

You shake your head, too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak. Shawn chuckles, beginning to thrust again. “Oh. It’s that kind of grabbing.” Shawn grabs the vibrator and places it right on your clit, red from all the irritation – the good kind of irritation.

“Keep your hips down for me, baby girl. I’m going to make you come so hard.”

You whine, back arching but keeping your hips firmly planted on the mattress.

“That’s a good girl. You like it when I finger-fuck you? Hmm?”

“Yes!” You gasp out. “Please don’t stop, Shawn.”

Your hips begin to jerk uncontrollably, and Shawn has to abandon the vibrator to hold your hips down and then attaches his lips to your clit, sucking hard.

Your fingers tangle in Shawn’s curls, tugging his locks and scratching his scalp. You don’t even need to tell him you’re about to come. He knows by the way you lock your legs around his head, preventing him from moving.

Shawn chuckles, the vibrations sending you over the edge into pure white bliss. Everything blurs and then goes white. Shawn’s fingers and mouth coax you through the orgasm. When you come back down, Shawn climbs on top of you, licking his fingers. “That was fun.”

“God, I haven’t come like that in a while.”

“When was the last time?”

“When we first used the dilators,” you admit, sitting up. Shawn’s chest glistens with a layer of sweat, much like your body does. He reaches down to the floor, grabbing his shirt and wiping your brow. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Shawn smiles leaning down to kiss you. You pull him in, the kiss heating up quickly. When both his hands become preoccupied – one holding him up and the other resting underneath your breast, you make your move.

Shawn groans as you drag your nails down his chest, breathing in through his nose sharply. He loved the feeling.

You smile proudly when his groan turns into a loud, pornographic moan followed by a shudder when you finally grab him through his briefs. Stroking him a few times, he falls apart, legs quivering and the hand that was cupping your breast now grips the sheets.

“Against the headboard,” you whisper. Unable to fight his desires, Shawn complies and spreads his legs wide for you to fit between them. For as long as he hadn’t touched you, you hadn’t touched him.

Giddily, you part your lips slightly, dragging them along the outline of his hard dick. When you get to the tip, you trace the head lightly with your finger, watching in fascination as Shawn twitches beneath you.

“Please,” Shawn begs. The word slips out but he doesn’t regret it. You peel his briefs down his legs, Shawn’s cock slapping against his abdomen. Once again, Shawn spreads his legs wide enough for you to fit between them but you stop him. Instead, you position yourself beside him, your back facing his direction.

Using his precum as a lubricant, you pump Shawn a few times before taking his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head before releasing him with a ‘pop’.

“Fuck,” Shawn curses under his breath, moving his hand to grab your ass. The action reveals how wet you still are and Shawn runs a finger over your entrance before using his thumb to rub soft circles over it.

You moan around Shawn’s cock, it halfway into your mouth. Shawn’s hips buck and you choke momentarily and pull up.

“Sorry baby. The vibrations felt good.”

You chuckle, kissing his thigh. “Why do you think I bought a vibrator?”

The two of you build a rhythm. Shawn switches between running a finger through your folds and rubbing his thumb over your entrance but never penetrating, and you take as much of Shawn as you can. And when you come up for air, you pump him fast, watching his thighs twitch.

“I want to come inside you,” Shawn moans. “Please.”

Sitting back on your heels, you stare at Shawn for a moment. His eyelids hang low with desire and his chest heaves with every breath he takes. He was so close.

“Okay,” you whisper. Shawn gives a small but positively heart-wrenching smile and leans into you, kissing you slow and strong.

“Let me get a condom.”

“No, it’s okay.” You say, placing a hand on his chest. “I know we should be careful, but you’ve told me before that you’re clean and I’ve been on birth control to regulate my period for years. Just this once…no condom.”

Shawn groans low and long into the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin. “God, you’re killing me.”

You giggle and swing a leg over Shawn, straddling his lap. “What a way to go.”

“No kidding.” Shawn presses delicate, loving kisses to your chest before leaning back against the headboard. “You ready?”

At his words, all the doubt you’ve been trying to push back comes rushing at you and you nibble at your bottom lip and drop your gaze. “I’m scared.”

“Me too, darling,” Shawn admits. But unlike your admission, Shawn still sounds sure and strong. “The last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt you, especially with something so important to you. But baby, don’t let the fear of this stop you. You’ve wanted this for so long and worked so hard to be able to do this. Don’t let the fear win, okay?”

You nod but are still unsure. “What if I’m not ready though? What if it still hurts?”

“Then we stop.” Shawn makes the answer seem so simple, but you were never just doing this for yourself, and you didn’t want to disappoint Shawn after getting him so excited. “Y/N I love you. And while you think your insecurities may negatively affect our relationship, you couldn’t be more wrong. For one, this has made our sex life so exciting and adventurous. But aside from that, I know you sometimes have troubles with body image, and I don’t tell you that you look beautiful because I have to but because I love calling you beautiful. And I feel so good about myself when you smile after I tell you that.”

Your eyes water and you desperately press your lips to Shawn’s, hoping he’ll feel at least an inch of the love you’re pouring into the kiss. “I love you too, Shawn. And I’m ready.”

Shawn smiles and slips a hand between you two, making sure you’re still wet enough. He pumps his fingers into you a few times, taking you by surprise and making you quiver. When he pulls out, he uses the wetness he collected from you to lubricate himself before lining himself up with your entrance. Just the tip of him against you has heat rushing through your body and you drop your head as he pushes through your folds.

It feels so much more intimate than with the dilators. It feels warmer and more real. As you continue to slowly sink onto him, he begins to stretch you out and your eyes close in bliss and slight pain. You knew he was going to stretch you, but the pain was slightly more acute than you were expecting.

Halfway down Shawn, you grimace and Shawn’s fingers press down on your clit, rubbing circles against the tight cluster of nerves. Only Shawn feels you loosen around him and he encourages you to continue by squeezing your bum once.

Shawn fills you completely and – even though it hurts – perfectly. You rest your head on his chest and focus on breathing deeply as he continues to please you. The pain was definitely there, but the feeling of pure bliss was overpowering and heart-warming.

“This is wonderful,” you whisper, kissing Shawn’s bare damp chest.

“You feel so good, baby girl,” Shawn agrees, moaning deeply. He wants to move – you’re so tight and perfect around him, clenching around him involuntarily that all he wants to do is make love to you. But this is also more than enough for him, especially because he knows you did this as much for him as you did for yourself.

“Where’s the vibrator?”

Shawn reaches for it and places it in your hand. Switching it on the middle speed, you replace Shawn’s hand with it, mouth forming into an ‘o’ at the combined feeling of Shawn inside you and the vibrator.

“Shit,” Shawn groans. You clench around him harder now and your whimpers and gasps are driving him insane. “God, Y/N.”

“Had to make cockwarming a little more exciting,” you breathe.

You moan Shawn’s name, and this time it’s Shawn who whimpers, doing everything he can to keep his hips glued to the bed. He’s dreamt about fucking you. Hard. He’s dreamt about driving his cock into you so hard and fast you scream his name. It happens more often when he’s away on tour, where you aren’t there to feel guilty about not giving him what he wants. He knows the two of you will get there and he’s excited for the trip. He often compares it to the building of an orgasm – as you get closer to that step, your orgasms become more and more intense.

And when he’s home, he dreams more about soft sex with you and sex all over the condo – in the shower, on the kitchen counter, and (his favourite) on the grand piano in the main room.

But Shawn can wait for that without a problem. Because you drag your nails down the front of his chest with one hand and the other speeds up the vibrator and you let out a slight scream and Shawn knows that the best part of this journey will be the end, and he’s loving this journey.

“Feel good, baby?”

You whimper and nod. “So good, Shawn. You feel so good.” And under your breath, you whisper, “So big…”

Your head falls back and Shawn holds you there by reaching around you and grabbing your hair and pulling down. You moan and Shawn scrapes his teeth down your neck, leaving lovebites and hickeys in his wake. He nibbles on your collarbones and bites your earlobe while his free hand sneaks up to grip your left breast, squeezing it and playing with your hardened nipple. When he pinches and twists, you gasp.

“Oh, Shawn.”

He pulls back, admiring your purple neck, fresh with his marks. You look gorgeous and he tells you that. And through the bliss and pleasure thrumming through your body, you smile wide and bright.

The heat low in your stomach that was once simmering is now burning and coiling and you love the familiar feeling that only Shawn could make so intense. You moan, pressing down against Shawn and he smirks. You did this all the time when he fingered you.

“You getting close, doll?”

You whimper out a ‘yes’ and lean forward. “What about you?”

Shawn smiles. “Don’t worry about me.”

You shake your head, but stutter out a moan halfway through. “But you said – oh– that…that you wanted to – fuck– come inside me. God, Shawn.”

Shawn hisses as you speak and clenches the sheets beside him. “Forget about it.”

You shake your head again before placing your hands on his shoulders and lifting yourself up half an inch. You can feel the drag (despite its short length) and moan loudly. Then you grind down on Shawn, reveling in his surprised gasp.

“Y/N,” he says.

“Shawn,” you moan and do it again. Another gasp. And then a moan.

“Fuck, doll.”

At first, it’s slightly painful because you haven’t moved at all, but then the pleasure takes over and your moans sync with Shawn’s and it isn’t long before the pleasure becomes overwhelming and you’re a moaning and whimpering mess.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, Shawn! I’m getting close.”

“Don’t hold back, baby,” Shawn says, thumbs running over your nipples. “Scream my name loud and come hard.”

Shawn’s words spur you on and you grind a little harder and a little faster against Shawn and he curses, squeezing your breasts. “Just like that baby. Fuck, just like that.”

“I’m going to come, Shawn.”

“Come, Y/N. Come for me. Come on me.”

It’s strange – coming with Shawn inside you, but it feels wonderful. You clench around his cock hard and your legs shake. Your nails dig into his shoulders and Shawn’s name tumbles from your lips, somewhere between a moan and a scream.

Your clenching and sounds bring Shawn to his own orgasm, and he barely has time to warn you before he too releases, cock twitching uncontrollably. The feeling of Shawn coming inside you is indescribable and you collapse on top of him in complete and utter bliss.

“Shawn,” you sigh. Catching your breath is on the back burner. Living in the current moment was your main priority.

“You okay, darling?”

Pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to Shawn’s chest, you speak, “That was amazing Shawn. Thank you.”

“How do you feel?” Shawn wonders, brushing your hair back from your face. Your eyes are bright with life and happiness.

You shift above him, feeling a slight ache, which you were expecting. “A little sore.”

Shawn frowns slightly despite expecting that as your response. Some part of him still hoped you wouldn’t be in pain. “Let me make you feel better.”

You stop him with your hand. It feels cold against his chest. “You’ve done more than enough for me, Shawn. Let’s just relax now.”

Shawn rolls over so that you’re underneath him, pulling the covers up to your midsection. Resting on his side with his elbow keeping him propped up, he brushes your hair back, tracing the shape of your face. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Not anymore,” Shawn admits. “Go to sleep. I’ll be right here.”

A tired giggle slips out of your mouth, your words slowing. “So much for that bath.”

Within minutes, you’re fast asleep beside Shawn, pushing the covers down below your waist and rolling over onto your stomach. Shawn stifles a giggle at that; you always were a stomach sleeper, often splayed out across the entire bed or over Shawn.

In the lights cast onto you by those of other buildings, Shawn can see the dips and curves or your body, tracing the contours with his eyes. Like a lovesick fool, he sighs dreamily and leans forward to place a kiss to your shoulder blade.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N.”

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes x fem!reader #shawn mendes x y/n #shawn mendes x reader #love #romance

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rancoeur-the-unfortunate · 5 years

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Pills (Chapter 22)

(Fair warning this chapter is heavily based off the episode Hobo 13, so it might be best to watch that before reading this.)

Hobo 13 was a small baren planet designed to be used as training grounds for alien soldiers throughout the universe. A long time ago when Tallest Miyuki was in rule, she had found the planet and was originally going to destroy it. However, the residents of Hobo 13 managed to convince her that they could help her train her army if she spared their planet. So she called off the attack and watched from afar as the generals down below trained her men.

Even Miyuki had to admit the training was a little unorthodox but it worked. Her soldiers were faster, stronger, more preceptive, but most importantly they worked together.

The army was knocking down planets one by one, and with the ever-growing population of Irkens, there were plenty of soldiers to keep watch of said planets.

When Tallest Miyuki died and Tallest Spork took over, he was going to do the same thing. However, when Zim's blob attacked and Tallest Spork died. No one knew what to do. There weren't any Irkens tall enough yet; no one was superior enough to rule over the Irkens.

Years went by with no Tallest, and without a Tallest, there was no one left to control the Massive and that meant no concurring until someone reached the right height.

This didn't sit well with many Irkens and so the shorter, less superior ones did what thought to be impossible. Using the knowledge they gained from Hobo 13 they worked together. Planet after planet, the army was taking down faster than ever before.

Those short Irkens were an inspiration to short Irkens everywhere. They fought the taller Irkens declaring that they no longer wanted to slaves. They could be soldiers, they could be engineers, they could be doctors. Why the hell were they being treated like they were mindless drones? They were just as capable as any tall Irken. So they fought and rebelled, the short Irken populous now had a voice and it was screaming.

This was a problem for the Irken economic system, the taller Irkens were used to the short ones doing everything for them for little to no pay as well. But with this rebellion sprouting up like a weed, the stock market, as well as everyday life, was changing. Short Irkens were boycotting anything overpriced for them, quitting their jobs, even going as far as to claim that they were equal to the taller Irkens.

However, despite the rebellions large quantity of Irkens, it had no leader to guide them.

That was when a small but very loud Irken named Zim made himself known. Zim had been the smallest and shortest Irken of his generation heck maybe in all Irken history. He was alive during Miyuki's rule and had even personally served her before he was drafted to become an Invader where he met his Second in Command Skoodge.

At first, the rebellion was a little apprehensive about having Zim as their leader. But Zim had made it clear that he would lead them to victory.

'We may be the smallest but we are not incompetent! We are not lesser beings! We are not slaves! WE ARE IRKENS!' Zim screamed to the crowd. They cheered for him, they cheered for Skoodge, they cheered for small Irkens everywhere.

With this new advancement, flyers were put up.

'JOIN US OR FIGHT US!'

'THE BIGGER THEY ARE THE HARDER THEY FALL!'

'THE TALL CALL, THE SHORT RETORT!'

Thousands upon thousands more, not even the cleaning drones could clean them away fast enough.

More Irkens joined short, tall, skinny, stout. Until eventually 2/3 of the of Irken species were apart of the rebellion. Some fought for more than just equal rights, some fought for the right to choose their occupation, some fought for the right to breed, some even fought for free speech among all Irkens.

They shouted they screamed they marched. The Control Brains tried to detain them but there were just too many. Zim had trained them to be the best, no one could stop them.

Then another Irken made himself visible, known only as The Doctor.

He approached the Control brains with a plan. A plan that would get rid of all of their problems forever, or at least until they find a new Tallest. That was when he introduced the drugs.

After that everything went to hell. The rebellion, fearing for their lives took those damn pills. Zim and Skoodge tried to warn them. Tell them that they were fine and the drugs weren't what they seemed. Soon the rebellion's numbers dwindled.

'Life is perfect.'

'We have work to do.'

'Sorry for the fuss.'

Was written on the flyers.

Only half of the rebellion remained after that. They stopped getting recruits.

Hope was dying.

But Zim would not give up, not without trying. So he gathered what was left of the rebellion and told them to hide.

'Those slaves out there are not one of us anymore. We can't let them see us or else they'll force us to take their drugs.' He warned them.

'Hide from them, don't let yourself be seen. If you have to go out, pretend to be one of them. Don't make eye contact. Don't stay out for long.' Zim taught the rebellion with the help of Skoodge and began plotting their first attack.

This wasn't supposed to get violent, but it's too late for peaceful protests now. This was war.

The rebellion's attacks were well thought out and well-timed as well. Zim wouldn't let a single mistake slip by him. They gathered equipment from the Vort people who were happy to aid the war if it meant crossing their name off the concurring list. Quite a few other alien species were pretty quick to help with the promise of not being destroyed.

That didn't stop the rebellion's dwindling numbers, however. Either by death or capture, more and more rebellion troops were taken down. Even Zim had his doubts, but that was what he had Skoodge for.

The two were inseparable, they took care of each other and kept the other running. Even someone as confident as Zim needed a shoulder to lean on and Skoodge was happy to provide. He happy to provide many things for Zim and Zim was eternally grateful for him.

So after Zim disappeared, it was safe to say Skoodge's spirit shattered. He'd sit in his and Zim's room for hours just crying. It felt as though his world was ending and it was. The rebellion was now limited to only 10 Irkens including himself. They'd be found out soon and this whole fight would have been for nothing.

Bob, Lieutenant Commander tried his best to convince Skoodge that he had to pull himself together and that Commander Zim wouldn't have wanted him to give up. But that was all Skoodge could think about. Just give up and let go. He had already failed Zim, he should have been there to protect.

Bob stayed with him that night, letting Skoodge cry and cry until there were no tears left.

"If you're done crying, I think it's high time we get back to work," Bob said sternly.

"And how do we do that?" Skoodge nearly shouted.

"We do what Zim said and contact Lord Narr. He's been making a second resistance since day one remember. Then we call 777 and figure out a to get our commander back." Bob offered his hand to Skoodge.

"Come on sir, for Zim."

Skoodge smiled and took Bob's hand allowing the stumpier Irken to help him stand.

"For Zim."

Skoodge awoke with a start. He was a mess of sweat and tears.

He sighed and laid back down in his cot, he rubbed his arm over his forehead. Even after the withdrawal, those damn dreams won't leave him be. Skoodge took a moment to calm down before getting up to check on his progress to Hobo 13. He had a few hours until he'd enter the planet's atmosphere.

Skoodge was well aware of the fact that the Tallest were sending him to die and he was ok with that. He'd show those tall bastards who exactly they were dealing with.

When Skoodge had landed, he was greeted by the guards who, after a brief scan, identified who he was and put his pac in a sort of lock so he couldn't use his legs or other defenses. Afterward, they gave him his gear and he was led to a group of diverse looking aliens. No other Irkens, that's good.

That was until Skoodge heard the unmistakable screaming. There was only one being in the known universe that screamed like that.

Skoodge stepped out into the front of the crowd and there he was.

Commander Zim and he was screaming at the very big alien in front of him. Who Skoodge soon found out to be their trainer.

"-I AM THE TOOL OF DESTRUCTION, VEGENGENCE, AND FURY!!!" Zim screamed.

"I ONLY ASKED FOR YOUR NAME, NEXT!" The larger of the too glared down at Zim. It seemed like Zim must have been screaming for a while.

Skoodge could already tell this was going to be a long day. He could feel his spooch pull at the thought of what Zim had become.

"I AM THROBULATOR! I AM A CREATURE OF PURE HEADACHE! AARGH! MY HEAD!"

The trainer was only getting more annoyed it seemed.

"YOUR NAMES! THAT"S ALL I WANT! GAH!" Skoodge decided it would be best to do what the big man said.

"Invader Skoodge!"

The trainer turned to him. Skoodge raised his right hand in a solute.

"Sir!"

"Skoodge? I thought the Almighty Tallest killed you." Zim's voice was surprisingly calm at the rumor of Skoodge's untimely death. That hurt.

"Yeah, but I'm ok now." Skoodge tried to play it off. Zim wasn't on his side right now, the friend of my enemy is also my enemy.

Skoodge placed his hands on his very wide hips.

"They say they'll promote me if I pass the evaluation."

Zim just laughed at him.

"Ha! Foolish, gullible Skoodge."

Skoodge chose not to hear that.

'That's not your Zim, that's not your Zim.' He repeated in his head.

Their trainer hollered at them.

"Your first task, you scum-pudding skwagdoogies, is to choose a leader! Anyone who disobeys the leader will be eliminated!" He paused.

"Think carefully. This is the most important-"

He was cut off by Zim.

"I CHOOSE ME! ZIM SHALL LEAD!"

Zim pointed to the rest of the group.

"Object and taste my revolting vengeance of power!!!"

Skoodge wanted to object, Zim was in no shape to lead anybody. But it seemed like everyone else was completely fine with it. Pushovers it seemed. With any luck, they will survive long enough to know just what they did wrong and learn from their mistakes.

"Just remember, with leadership comes great responsibility! You take care of your team and you survive with honor!" Their trainer warned Zim.

Zim brushed him off though.

"Yes, yes, get on with it. My battle tanks await."

Battle tanks? Wasn't Zim set to be an Invader? What would he need battle tanks for?

After being promptly warned about the holding pen of pain. Which really didn't have to be they were set to move out. Their trials awaited them.

Their first assignment was to cross the molten pit of hideous screaming pain.

As soon as Zim opened his mouth all Skoodge wanted to do was cover his antennae and curl up in a corner.

'That is NOT your Zim!' He reminded himself.

"Child's play! We will stand on each other's shoulders and fall forward! Forming a bridge to safety!" Zim pointed to the other side.

Already Skoodge wanted to punch this imposter dressed in Zim's uniform. What the heck kind of stupid idea is that?!

When one of the other soldiers propose a much better and safer alternative, Zim was quick to glare and threaten the other. Drugged or not, Zim was dangerous. It was probably best to do what he says. Though Skoodge couldn't help but cringe. His Zim would always listen to his soldier's comments and suggestions.

'That isn't your Zim though.'

Maybe ten minutes later they had managed to form a tower-like form and were promptly pushed backward by Zim, forming that bridge he wanted. The bridge he walked over and then left them to gather themselves, losing three soldiers in the process.

"Victory!" Zim exclaimed.

It became apparent how much the team was starting to resent Zim. But they marched onward to the stinking canyon of the ferocious meat-thirsty Hogulus.

Their trainer threw a steak into the canyon and instructed.

"It's simple! Navigate from this end to the far end! Alive! Good luck." With that their trainer flew off with his jet boots, leaving the team to figure themselves out.

Of course, Zim was the first to talk.

"I have a plan! But I will need a volunteer to distract the hog-beast."

Skoodge already knew what Zim was going to do. He'd most likely leave the poor sob that spoke first to the mercy of that hog thing. It would probably be best if he did it considering he was more likely to survive out of the rest. He could take on this Hogulus, and afterward, when he beat the Tallest and got Zim off the drugs he would smack Zim upside the head for being so stupid.

"Yes, sir! I am your loyal-" Before he could even finish Zim kicked him down the trench.

Skoodge screamed as he fell and hit the side of the trench before having his body slam against the floor. He bounced once more before coming to a halt and he hit something round and rough, like a pillar. When looked up, he quickly realized his mistake, it wasn't a pillar, but in fact, was the hoof of the Hogulus.

A terrifying, huge beast with 6 eyes, horns and sharp, scary teeth.

Of course, his first thought was to run screaming, after all, Zim still thought he was on drugs. He couldn't look competent in front of him. So as soon as Zim turned around, Skoodge took more precise turns and twists to keep the creature away. But he continued to scream to keep up the appearance.

They were running for so long, and Skoodge was getting tired. But he knew Zim would leave him for dead if he didn't keep up.

'That is not your Zim.'

"Somebody help me please!" He screamed as he saw the end of the trench.

However, from his angle, they were already leaving him behind.

Skoodge never took himself as an over-emotional Irken but at that moment of abandonment, Skoodge felt like crying. He would have started crying too if it wasn't for the Hogulus getting ever so closer.

'Scratch what I say about hitting Zim, if I survive this I'll that bastard!'

He didn't mean it, but that was a nice thought.

'Just keep running Skoodge, just keep running.'

When he reached the end of the trench Skoodge immediately tried to climb out. But the walls were steep the creature didn't want to give up its next meal. So it rammed it's head into the wall, just below Skoodge, causing the poor Irken to fall. But before he could land in the creatures awaiting maw, he hit the Hogulus' teeth and leaped managing to land on the creature's back.

Instantly, Skoodge grabbed its neck and pulled up. The creature went into a frenzy and kicked and jumped. But Skoodge wouldn't let up. Clinging on for dear life. The creature jumped up once more and Skoodge climbed up the neck and jumped from his head and onto the edge of the cliff. The creature had barely missed a snap at his foot before he landed. Skoodge laid there for a bit, listening to the Hogulus' squeals and screams whilst catching his breath.

Slowly Skoodge got up and began jogging to catch up with his team.

Finally, he made it to the Fortress in pain just in time it seemed.

"Zim! I escaped from the canyon! I made it! I'm alive-oof!"

Just in time to see Zim hurl their leader at him and promptly crush him.

"Where am I?!" He called out.

"What am I seeing?"

However, the darkness that blanketed him was soon gone when the Leader was grabbed by the Hogulus.

How did it get out?

Must have followed me here.

The Hogulus then shook their leader around like a dog toy. Skoodge was going to back up when his arm was grabbed and he was smacked against the creature's head before they were dragged off.

Zim made no move to stop it of course.

'Not your Zim.'

Zim did nothing at all.

'Not your Zim.'

Zim was quite cruel to him.

"Not Zim.'

Skoodge wasn't proud of how he escaped when the creature returned to its home to eat its meal. Skoodge could feel his trainer's grip on his arm weakening. Skoodge guessed it was chewing him up on the inside. Skoodge managed to slip away as it tore his trainer apart.

Skoodge made it out, only because the creature wanted it's bigger meal first and Skoodge felt horrible. But it was already too late to do anything about it. He managed to get back to the entrance, he threw off his gear and went inside his ship. He set it to autopilot, he was getting on the Massive no matter what the Tallest said. He then crashed onto his bed and fell asleep.

When Skoodge opened his eyes he already knew where he was. It was one of the many hideaway planets the people of Murth had given them; another alien species who offered to help the rebellion for the promise of being spare the Irkens' might wrath. The Murthens were very seclusive and usually refused to talk with them, so they wouldn't be much help aside for providing hiding spots.

The planet they were currently hiding on was a dessert planet called Gitq.

Gitq was a pretty small planet, but it was far enough away from Irk to be the optimal hiding spot. The small group was camping out for the night Zim and Skoodge sharing a tent, happily chatting away.

The two were pretty close together, laying on their sides with their legs intertwined. Zim's antennae clicked together as he presses himself to Skoodge's chest.

"I'm so proud of you!" The smaller of the two chirped.

"Proud of me?" Skoodge cocked his head to the side.

"Yes! You did so well today. I want to reward you!" Zim moves himself to Skoodge's neck.

It was at this point Skoodge realized he was dreaming, and yet he didn't ever want to wake up. Zim was purring happily urging Skoodge to join in on his passion.

After a minute of Zim's whines and pleas, Skoodge finally gives in and gives in and gives Zim what he wants.

-For those of you who want to read this NSFW https://archiveofourown.org/works/21185144-

When Skoodge awoke he was in a cold sweat. Out of all the damned things to dream about, it had to be THAT. Skoodge covered his eyes and tried to pull himself together. He felt sick and dizzy, deciding now that it would probably be best not to stand up for a bit.

What was wrong with him?! Dreaming of his Commander like that! He felt disgraceful, what would Zim think?!

Skoodge paused.

What would Zim think? You haven't heard from the real him in so long. Was he gone for good or was there a way to bring him back.

Skoodge managed to come back, so surely the same could be said about Zim.

Skoodge whipped his forehead and sighed.

'I miss him.'

#Pills #invader zim #Zim #Skoodge #Hobo 13

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bimineko · 5 years

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“The Meeting of the Ryuneko”

I have decided to put my hand at writing something. Please tell me what you think of the story! (Below the cut) Word count: 2866 Content Warning: Soft Vo re, Safe Vo re, Light Profanity, Some Degree of Fear (Not too prominent though)

It was the bleeding of the dawn, as the war-ravaged sky dissipated into a calming hue of the ocean. The mist of the morning vanished as my paw steps onto the blades of grass adjacent to the pavement outside of my door. I never dared venture out on foot into the wilderness unless I absolutely had to. I heard the tales of the creatures that wouldn’t rest until it got what it wanted, and in this case, it was the flesh of the prey caught. The only certification that I had concerning these claims were that of the vivid descriptions that my father would tell us if we ever misbehaved in some manner.

It has been a while since my father has passed away, mainly from a broken heart after losing his third wife; the one that made most of an impact on him. However, it was in his best interests that he would never deceive his family, so I held in my heart, every lesson and story that he has ever told. It was destined that this would be the truth, from now until the end of time. I was confident that my father was the wisest of all the men on this planet, and nothing could ever change that.

Daydreaming and recalling what I was told as a little bunny, I timidly went through the forest between my residence and the grand metropolis that rested on the other side of the dark collection of shrubbery and trees that were at least 30 feet tall. Under normal circumstances, this would not be something that I would be invested in participating in. However, this was not a normal circumstance, as my car had broken down in the middle of my driveway, and my birth mother required assistance from an illness that she had caught from venturing into an unexplored area. Cursing silently, I continued through the undergrowth, twitching in slight annoyance whenever an insect landed on my fur.

Forcing myself forward, I got ready to run if there were any of these mentioned predators waiting in the brush in the forest. If my knowledge was correct, I wouldn’t survive out here if caught. Cautiously, I advanced through the plants and my ears twitched as the bushes surrounding me rustled violently. I pushed myself off my feet and I started to run towards the city. However, just as I saw the light of day through the dense branches of the forest, I felt a jerk of my leg and I advanced towards the floor of the woods, my body throbbing in pain. I cried out as I gradually felt a feeling of legitimate dread coming over me, black patches filling my vision before I lost any recollection of my surroundings. I was pretty sure that this was it for me. Goodbye cruel world. May I see you all on the other side...

It was the afternoon when an oversized kitty with attributes of a dragon located a brave adventurer shivering on the forest floor, seemingly having lost conscious. The Ryuneko pushed a paw against the rabbit and tilted his head curiously, wondering why he was taking a nap in quite an inappropriate location. Shrugging, the feline-reptile hybrid checked to see if the bunny was still alive, finding that even though his breathing was labored, he still had a chance to survive.

Not wasting any time, the creature picked up the individual by his neck and trotted to his burrow, moving the branches and trees around so it didn’t look like anybody actually took residence within the cave. Even though the cave was damp and a bit claustrophobic, it was home to the Ryuneko. Going into the far reaches of the cave, he approached his bedroom and placed the rabbit on top of his bed, which was comprised of straw bundled up to make a nest. Following he placed a blanket over the fallen rabbit and started to take care of him as if he was his own, wanting him to get better.

My eyes strained open as I glanced around my surroundings, my back and neck being soar from the previous impact that sent me into a world of darkness. I was able to make out a creature and a few light sources as my consciousness came to me. When I realized that there was a creature over me, I twitched and I backed myself against the straw that surrounded me, looking at the creature with widened eyes.

“Please don’t kill me! I’ve been good, I promise!” I shouted at the creature, determined to keep it away. The creature glanced at me and tilted his head, giving me a gentle lick.

“Kill an adorable creature like yourself? Where did you get that idea? I would never want to hurt you,” the oversized cat with wings explained, putting a wet cloth onto my forehead, “but it would be best if you got your rest. I don’t want you to work yourself to death over some horrific bed time story that your folks told you when you were a child.”

In protest of the creature’s advice, I pushed myself up and attempted to walk upright, finding myself to be stiff from the top of my head to the pads of my hind paws. Falling immediately back to the straw that served as the Ryuneko’s bed, I let out a shout stemming from a jolt of discomfort and pain.

“You don’t understand,” I complained to the creature, as if I was expecting him to sympathize the problems of the common folk in the populous cities, “I have to get to the city as soon as possible! My mother is sick, and I must help take care of her. It’s important...”

The dragon cat looked at me and tilted his head, thinking about the circumstances that I have given to the creature. He smiles with a hint of compassion and rubs my head with careful precision, not wanting to aggravate my injuries, “Agreed. I will help you get there.”

I leaped up in joy when I heard those words and I gave the creature a hug, which either confused him, or made him annoyed. I was never that great at picking up emotional cues. He clears his throat and looked outside towards the entrance of the cave, “However, it would be dangerous for you to walk alongside with me, as you are currently in a weakened state. And the creatures are also smart enough to nab you off of my back, so this leaves me with one more option that I can think of.”

In contrast to the last words that were uttered, I was not as trusting of the creature. I knew what he was going to ask, but I also gathered that I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Reflecting on the knowledge that I had about this creature, I knew that if he wanted to cause me harm, he would’ve done it already. Nodding, I look up at the Ryuneko and I smirk, “Alright, you big guy. I’ll do it. If that is the only safe mode of transportation that you can think of, then I will allow myself to be eaten by you.”

The creature’s tail dropped in place and his eyes widened, taken aback by my willingness to go through with the plan, “I-I... Y-You didn’t even trust me a few minutes ago! What caused you to affirm my plan on short notice, especially when I haven’t actually explained it to you yet?”

“Well,” I replied with a smug expression on my face, petting the side of the feline dragon’s head, “Why would you go through all this trouble of saving me just to eat me, when you could’ve done that while I was lying on the ground, knocked unconscious? Y’know, maybe my father was wrong about you.”

“To be fair, it was within his judgment to protect you. It is natural to be scared of the unknown, but if you don’t let it be your only motivation for living, you will be able to navigate through life without any worries. Granted, it’s easier for some than others, but I wish everyone luck on this journey!”

I twitched my nose and I placed my hand on the paw of the moderately sized creature, glancing at him with a glimmer in my eye. “I loved what you said and all, but I would like to hurry to my mother, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh! Of course! I am very sorry!” The Ryuneko exclaimed, lifting me up with his front left paw, being careful to not subconsciously strangle me. Looking into the creature’s majestic eyes, like that of a canvas of warm colors blended together, I detected a hint of determination in achieving something great. Within moments, his eyes interviewed me, asking if I was ready to face the unknown. I nodded, having nothing except my life and my family to lose.

The cat/dragon hybrid extended his maw open, his tongue reaching greedily reaching to my paws. This was an experience that I always dreaded since I was a young rabbit. However, there was something different about this creature in particular. I don’t exactly know what it was, but this creature seemed like he was not in it for the free food, unlike that of a college student. As time went on, my legs slipped onto his tongue, and I cleared my throat impatiently, informing him that he could actually give me a good taste test after we checked on my mother. He apologized once more and he merely shoved me into his mouth, swiftly gulping me down without a second thought. The journey down was actually kind of pleasant, to my surprise, if not a bit too tight and claustrophobic for my liking. However, I feel like this is something that I could indeed get used to if given an endless amount of time and patience. Resting inside of the spacious belly relative to my size, wincing every time the walls of the stomach squeezed against my body. This was still a sensation that I was not completely used to, but so far, there was no attempt at digesting the passenger safely tucked away.

Curiously, I brushed my paw over the sides of the colossal stomach, taking note of all of the scars that were embedded deep into the tissue. These injuries could really only be made from the inside. Once could imagine the interaction the dragon feline had with those that he previously ate. However, it was not a flesh wound, so it could be gathered that these injuries were relics of the past. Shrugging the violent aspect off, I listened only to the sound of the heartbeat, the stomach shifting around me, and felt the swaying of the stomach as the creature rushed frantically to my destination in a timely manner.

Although not first rate transportation, this experience was a whole lot better than the other options within the city. From the abusive language filling the air from the old drunkards living on the streets, to the individuals with no concept of personal space, it was extremely difficult and uncomfortable to get around to one’s destination. However, being stuck inside of the stomach of a Ryuneko was a significantly better experience, for all involved. You have a higher chance at being the only person using this form of transportation, and the vessel got a free snack in exchange. In all reality, it was a win-win situation for the both of us, although I’m not sure how many people would agree with me.

The swaying of the stomach came to a halt momentarily, snapping me out of the trance I was encompassed in. I placed my hand paw against the side of the fleshy container within the dragon cat, the slobber in dripping down my hand. Ignoring this, I sat up straight, as the movement prior to this would’ve made this impossible.

“Everything alright, big guy?” I asked with a hint of concern, worried that something might be in his way.

“Yep,” the ryuneko answered, addressing my concern, “It’s just that I am not sure where to go next. We have made it to the city though, if you are interested in an update.”

I fidgeted around and I was deep in thought, perking up when a thought entered my mind. “You got a name, big guy? I don’t really want to be calling you ‘big guy’ for the rest of the trip, and further, if we meet again.”

“Nope. I don’t think that I was given a name by my parents or anybody else, for that matter,” the Ryuneko answered after a few moments of silence, “My parents perished when I was a young kitten, and I learned about your behaviors from watching families like yours in the distance. A name is something that I would like, but I don’t know the process behind it.”

We stood in silence for the next few minutes. I was determined to give him a name, but to be honest, I had no idea how to select a name for somebody myself. I scanned the belly to see if there were any defining traits of the dragon cat. Shining a subtle light source onto the walls, I was taken aback. There were so many shines, and they were all as pretty as the night sky in a polluted-free atmosphere. Pushing against the area in which my hand previously occupied, I shook the creature with a burst of excitement.

“Hey, big guy!” I shouted too loud for myself to handle, flinching and placing my free hand over my forehead in agony. Adjusting my volume, I lifted my head back up and smiled warmly, “I think I have a name for you! How does ‘Hoshino’ sound?”

“What does it even mean? I’ll agree that it sounds cool though,” the creature explained, being a skeptic about the name that I proposed for the time being.

“Field of Stars,” I briefly answered, offering a more precise explanation after sensing that he was lost on where I pulled the name from, “your stomach simply reminded me of a starry night. Ever looked up to the sky when the sun was on the other side of the globe, Hoshino? It’s truly something of beauty.”

The dragon cat hybrid didn’t object to his new name, actually taking a liking to it quickly. As a token of his appreciation, his gut pressed against me from all sides and I started to ascend to the sphincter. The way up was much more interesting to me than the way down, as I didn’t expect to get this far in the whole process. As I was pushed through the opening of the stomach, I felt a bit strange as the throat worked in reverse, pulling me up in the opposite direction. After a while, I was back into his mouth and I was spat out, covered in several layers of drool. Shaking myself off, I looked to the dragon cat hybrid and I smirked wildly.

“Enjoy yourself, Hoshino?” I inquired, giving him a pet on the side of his chest.

“Seems like just as much as you did, mister...?” Hoshino seemed a bit conflicted, as he didn’t know what he should call me, other than ‘a snack that he found satisfying.’ I picked up on his cues this time and I elaborated on what my name was, finding it to be underwhelming in comparison to the beast’s name.

“Kyle! Well, actually... My name is Kōto, but I prefer to go by Kyle.”

“Well Mr. Kyle, shall I escort you the rest of the way into the city, so we can visit your mother? I am imagining that she would like to see you in her time of need, and that the city is a dangerous place for an innocent bunny like yourself.”

“Trust Me, Hoshino... I could kick down any sick fuck who would dare put a paw on me.” I started to exclaim, before my enthusiasm went extinct, “But probably not in the state that you found me in. Feel free to accompany me in this task, if you wish.”

“Wow! Do you eat people with that mouth? Never mind that, let’s get going now.” Clearly, the Ryuneko was taken aback by my diction choice, but he still decided to walk alongside me. With this fearsome beast next to me, nobody dared to pick a fight with me only because I was a rabbit. After venturing through the concrete maze that was the city, we finally made it to the hospital, when my sick mother was.

Although I had to try to convince the hospital staff that I was indeed related to my mother, and that I wasn’t being held hostage by the giant creature by my side, we were able to make it to the room where my mother was being observed. Although she looked well, I knew that I had to make sure she was alright. Taking a breath of hesitation, I walked into the room to let her know that I have made it safely, and that I, rather, we, would be there for her.

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A birthday fic for the lovely and amazing @desperatelyseekingcannibals. Happy birthday, my dear Max, hope you enjoy <3<3<3

Thanks to @slashyrogue for the title, and @tcbook and @hotmolasses for advice on writing smut scenes (and for generally being amazingly patient and wonderful).

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Mortimer slid quietly along the hallway and snuck a peek into the waiting room, hoping that no one would notice him in such an undignified act. Not that he didn’t spend all day engaged in what many people would no doubt term undignified acts, but at least those took place behind closed doors. Fortunately, the inhabitants of the waiting room seemed to have their direction focussed on quite another subject – the same subject that had caused Mortimer to sneak around without his shoes on.

Seated on a chair at the far side of the room was quite the most unusual patient Mortimer had seen on these premises (which, not to be uncharitable, was saying something). For a start, he was a man, and this practice was strictly ladies only (other than the doctors, of course). Then there was the matter of his hair, which was the colour of pewter and worn in a thick braid that hung over one shoulder, in a manner which made him look nothing short of a barbarian. Mortimer rather suspected he could fight like one too – despite his unremarkable clothing (rough-looking greatcoat, in a shade of grey to match his hair, untailored trousers, beaten-up workman’s boots), the man had a bearing that suggested impressive strength. A former soldier, was Mortimer’s immediate impression.

None of which explained why this rather intimidating specimen had, about half an hour previously, strode into the practice and demanded an immediate appointment with Mortimer himself. Mortimer squinted at his face, trying to recollect if their paths might ever have crossed previously. It was, Mortimer had to admit, rather an interesting face to examine, all angles and sharp edges, yet with an elegance that put him in mind of an ancient sculpture. Or perhaps an ancient rock face. Interesting or not, though, he had no memories of this man, and no reason to grant him an audience.

It had been rather a routine week so far, though…

Intrigued despite himself, Mortimer slipped back to his office, replaced his shoes, and returned to the waiting room. He first excused himself to Mrs Bellamy and asked for her patience in enduring a short delay to her appointment, for which he received a coquettish pout and a giggle in response. He then crossed to the far wall and offered his hand to his mysterious visitor as he rose from his seat.

“I am Doctor Granville. I believe you insisted upon meeting me somewhat firmly, Mr…?”

“Draco will be fine, Doctor Granville. I don’t stand on ceremony.”

Mortimer couldn’t help allowing a brow to rise at this unusual behaviour but otherwise schooled any reaction behind a polite smile. “Mr Draco then,” he said, unable to make himself give up on an honorific completely, “I am terribly sorry to inform you that I have no appointments available today.”

“I will return tomorrow, in that case.”

“I’m afraid I have no appointments free at all for at least a fortnight.”

“You keep none for emergencies?”

“We are not providers of an emergency service, Mr Draco.”

“I shall return each day in hopes of a cancellation, in that case.”

Mortimer wanted desperately to ask if he had no decent employment during working hours but propriety would not allow the words to pass his lips. Instead, he observed the glint of determination in Draco’s eyes and concluded that he would not be brushed off so easily. Acquiescence seemed to be the surest route to ridding himself of this puzzling individual but it wasn’t in Mortimer’s nature to so easily bow down and give in to men’s desires.

“All right, Mr Draco, I shall make you a deal. I will see each of my patients according to their appointments and you will make no further attempts to interfere with my schedule. In return, if you are still here at the close of the day and have managed not to make any more of a nuisance of yourself than you already have, I will see you in my office. Is that acceptable?”

“More than.” Draco gave a little bow – intended as mockery, Mortimer had no doubt – and retook his seat, crossing his remarkably long legs in front of him with a flourish.

“Well then,” Mortimer said, a little rattled by Draco’s behaviour. He stood awkwardly for a moment, and then turned and fled back to his office, hoping against hope that Mr Draco would get bored of his strange little game and be gone by the time he had finished with his next appointment.

The gods were not smiling upon him today though, not entirely to Mortimer’s surprise. He checked throughout the rest of the day, accompanying a number of his patients back to the waiting room rather than leaving them at his door as usual. And each time he was greeted by a softly-smirking Draco who, on one occasion, actually had the gall to wink at him across the room. At least, Mortimer thought it was a wink, it might have been a spasm.

By the time he bid goodbye to his final scheduled patient of the day, Mortimer was resigned to having to make good on his agreement and trod back to the now-empty waiting room where Draco greeted him with a smile that showed the sharp points of his teeth. Mortimer wondered for a moment just what he had let himself in for, but pulled himself together and gestured at Draco to follow him through to his office.

As they passed through the corridor, Mortimer began to try to discover what this strange man’s business was in coming here. “I must enquire whether you are aware of the nature of our practice here?” he asked.

Draco gave no answer to this, though Mortimer supposed the minute smirk that flashed across his face was answer enough. Still, he forged ahead, wishing for there to be no misunderstanding. “In this clinic we are solely devoted to the treatment of women’s issues.” Mortimer uttered the phrase in a hushed tone for the sake of propriety, knowing even as he did so that it was a ridiculous affectation given that everyone still present in the building was well aware of exactly what kind of treatment he and Doctor Dalrymple provided. Apparently Draco agreed, his smirk fair turning into a leer that made Mortimer’s stomach flip in a most peculiar fashion.

They had reached his door by this point, and Mortimer paused outside it. “Sir,” he stated, riled and concerned by Draco’s reaction, “if you are here to cause trouble or to gather salacious gossip, I will have you removed from the premises without delay.”

Draco help up his hands in a placating gesture. “Calm yourself, Doctor, I mean no offence nor intend anything salacious.” Mortimer had his doubts about that from the way Draco’s accent – something European, thick and honeyed – rolled around the word, but decided it would be easier to hear him out than to call in the police. He had no illusions that he could remove this brute under his own power without serious consequences to his state of being. Instead he opened his office door and ushered Draco inside, gesturing to the chairs opposite his desk for Draco to take one.

Once they were both settled, Mortimer locked his gaze with Draco’s and told him, “I would be most obliged, Mr Draco, if you could state what your intentions actually are in attending this specific practice.”

“Don’t remember me, do you, Doctor Granville?”

Oh, this man was quite infuriating! “Can you not answer a question straight, sir?” Mortimer asked, forgetting his manners in his irritation. “No, I do not recall having seen you in all of my existence.”

“Suppose you see a lot of faces coming and going in your line of work. I’ll try not to be hurt that you’ve forgotten.” Really, the smug expression on Mr Draco’s face was too much, and Mortimer had to grit his teeth in order not to bear them at the impudent way he spoke. Instead, he kept himself together and extrapolated the meaning of Draco’s implications.

“I treated you at some point in the past, is that it?”

“Indeed, Doctor Granville, you saw me in the hospital a couple of years ago. Kept going on about little animals crawling around my body.”

Mortimer squeezed the bridge of his nose between his fingers, steeling himself for the inevitable barrage of mockery.

“You’re a smart one, Doctor, what you said made a lot of sense for anybody willing to listen.” Mortimer’s head snapped up in surprise. “Put me back together almost as good as new, as well. I thought to myself then, if ever my health was in danger, I wouldn’t settle for anyone else’s treatment.”

Mortimer had absolutely no idea what to say to that, having expected derision and instead received more respect and admiration from this man than any other person about his dedication to modern medical practices. He gaped at Draco, he couldn’t help himself, and knew that colour was climbing into his cheeks. Needing to regain control, he chose to ignore the compliment entirely and instead proceed as he might with any normal patient.

“All right, Mr Draco, given that you have gone to such trouble to seek me out, I assume that you are suffering from some difficulty with your health. If you would describe your symptoms, I will determine whether or not you require further examination.”

“As you wish, Doctor. It is… a little embarrassing, I must warn you.”

Mortimer doubted that somehow, but delivered his standard response to anxious patients regardless. “Please, Mr Draco, I can assure you there is nothing you can say that would shock me. Do go on.”

“Well, you see, lately I have been having trouble finishing.”

“Finishing?”

“Sexually, Doctor Granville. I have no trouble rising to the occasion, as it were, but no matter how I try – and I have tried extremely hard, Doctor – I seem unable to bring myself to a satisfying conclusion.”

“I see. That s-sounds extremely upsetting. I am not- not surprised you sought a medical opinion,” Mortimer stuttered out. Perhaps he should have been expecting it – why else would a man insist on being seen in this clinic – but instead he was entirely taken aback. Did this mean… Was Mr Draco asking…

“Your medical opinion, specifically,” Draco said, interrupting Mortimer’s train of thought before it derailed entirely. “Word has spread about the services you offer in this clinic of yours, Doctor Granville. I thought perhaps your talents might stretch to patients of the masculine persuasion.”

Oh. He certainly was asking, then.

“How, um, long have these symptoms been affecting you?” Mortimer asked, deliberately stalling.

“Oh, for quite some time,” Draco responded, entirely unhelpfully.

“Mmm-hmm. And I take it the results are equally unsatisfactory whether you are with a partner or,” Mortimer coughed delicately, “taking matters into your own hand?”

“Would that I had the opportunity to compare, Doctor.”

Mortimer barely kept from rolling his eyes. Clearly questioning this man was going to be of little help. A hands-on approach appeared to be the best strategy – it was Mortimer’s speciality, after all.

“Well then, Mr Draco, since you appear determined to obfuscate, I believe it will be best if we get on with the physical examination.”

“Do with me as you see fit,” Draco said, and really, the man seemed able to make anything sound suggestive, it was quite outrageous. No wonder Mortimer had to scramble to remember how to speak for a moment.

“Ah… yes… well then,” he flailed, trying to pull himself together under Draco’s amused gaze. “If you would just move over to the examination table, we can begin.”

Draco obeyed, thankfully with no more than a cordial nod in Draco’s direction, though the way he moved as he crossed the room was, if anything, more suggestive than his words. He put Mortimer in mind of a big cat; a lion perhaps, all lazy grace and coiled power, shoulders rolling and hips swaying in one fluid curve.

Mortimer couldn’t help but gaze at his progress, before wrapping his professionalism round himself like armour. Never yet had he allowed a pretty face or a flirtatious manner to distract him, and this unsubtle show would not be the first to break him.

“If you would be so good as to remove your clothing below the waist, Mr Draco. I’m afraid I will have to proceed without the usual screen in place, in order for me to observe your responses. I hope that won’t be a problem.”

“No problem at all, Doctor.” And indeed, Draco proceeded to remove boots, britches and underclothes in short order, without a hint of the embarrassment to which he earlier referred. Following which, quite to Mortimer’s shock, he shucked off his shirt and vest as well, easing himself onto the table – really more of a lounge chair, with its reclining position and button back – just as naked as the day he was born.

“Don’t want to get stains on anything,” he remarked, his expression aiming at innocence and landing on devilry instead.

Confronted with the long, bronzed line of Draco’s naked form, Mortimer found he could not look away, hoping that his patient assumed he was taking stock of his physical condition for purely medical purposes.

The twinkle in Draco’s eyes suggested he believed that about as much as Mortimer himself. Well, that and the fact that his prodigious length, already half-hard, twitched expectantly under Mortimer’s gaze.

“I, ah, see you were telling the truth regarding your ability to become aroused,” Mortimer said, watching as Draco’s member continued to thicken with something bordering on fascination.

“Dishonesty would have done me little good.”

“Quite.” Mortimer took a deep breath and stretched his hands, considering how best to start. “If I might begin by testing your sensitivity, Mr Draco.”

“You know best, Doctor.”

Mortimer wasn’t quite sure he did, in this situation, but hummed in agreement anyway, and then positioned himself at the side of the table, realising that his normal position at its foot wouldn’t do. Draco’s eyes followed him closely as he did so, and Mortimer felt pinned beneath them, heat rising to his face in a most unprofessional manner. As if to show that he would not be intimidated, he reached out with one finger and gently stroked the underside of Draco’s cock, tracing the ridge that ran the length of it. Draco hissed in response, and his member stiffened fully.

Mortimer couldn’t help his triumphant smile. “How did that feel, Mr Draco?”

“Very pleasant, Doctor Granville.”

Oh, so that was the game. Well then.

“Excellent. Now please, lie as still as you can.” With which, Mortimer took a firm grasp of Draco’s shaft and gave it a few long, dry strokes, just short of too rough. This time, Draco’s response wasn’t a hiss, but a grunt of surprise that turned into a moan as Mortimer grazed the pad of his thumb against his slit, checking for pre-ejaculate. “Hmm, rather dry, is that normal for you?”

Draco shot him a wry look but answered easily enough: “Recently, yes.”

“Ah well, age comes to us all,” Mortimer said, gently thumbing at the rim of Draco’s foreskin.

“I do not – ah – do not think that is the issue.” Draco shifted on the bed a little, perhaps trying to keep his hips from rising.

“No?” Mortimer raised an eyebrow at Draco’s statement. “Well, nevertheless, I believe some lubrication will assist in our examination, if you will excuse me a moment.” He released Draco’s member – noting with amusement the almost imperceptible pout the man gave in response – and went to retrieve one of the small pots of oil he kept discreetly stored near the bed (after all, ladies often also benefited from a little help to ease the way). His patient appeared entirely unperturbed by its appearance, and Mortimer wondered if perhaps his reluctance to discuss partners was less down to their scarcity than to the type of person Draco took to his bed.

The thought caused a little jolt to run down Mortimer’s spine – and not an entirely unpleasant one, either.

He unscrewed the pot and dipped his fingers in, coating his hand liberally as Draco’s eyes tracked his every movement, hard to the point where the head of his dick was turning purple where it emerged from his foreskin. Mortimer thought that it looked almost painful and took mercy on his patient – he was sworn to do no harm, after all – returning his hand to its former position and letting it glide down to the base and back again. Draco’s groan was louder this time, and he grinned wolfishly at Mortimer.

“A great improvement, Doctor. You really do have a gift.”

If only he knew the truth of that statement, Mortimer thought, but kept it to himself and instead returned Draco’s grin with a polite smile of his own. “All in a day’s work, Mr Draco. Now,” he continued, beginning to stroke in earnest, “I understand from what you’ve told me that getting to this point of arousal is not generally problematic for you?”

Draco’s head tipped back against the headrest, exposing the long line of his throat, already beginning to gleam with sweat. “Not generally, no,” he agreed, his last word turning into a moan as Mortimer twisted his hand a little on his upstroke.

“Mmm, and could you describe to me at what point your difficulties begin?” Mortimer’s voice was a little roughened, almost husky, as he questioned Draco, as though it was he becoming aroused by this activity. He cleared his throat, annoyed at himself, and waited for Draco to gather himself enough to respond.

“Usually… usually I seem to – ahh – reach a kind of… kind of plateau,” Draco panted out, words trapped between gasps and moans. “Can’t seem to… to tip over… oh, that’s good, Doc, don’t – ah, don’t stop, ohhh…”

Draco’s hips were bucking in earnest now, and Mortimer decided to take control by laying his unoccupied arm flat against his patient’s torso, pinning him to the bed. This, apparently, excited Draco even more, his moaning becoming louder and more shameless as Mortimer held him down with one hand and continued to stroke and tug with the other.

This display pulled down the last of Mortimer’s defences – there was no point in denying he was as aroused as the man lying under him, his own member straining within his trousers. He couldn’t reach down to take any of the pressure off, and Mortimer realised he was rubbing himself against the frame of the table, matching the rhythm of his strokes up and down Draco’s cock. He felt electrified with desire, entirely blindsided by his effect on this gloriously beautiful man.

He ought to have been watching Draco’s cock, checking for any physical oddities, any abnormal reactions, but any pretences that this was a genuine examination were long abandoned. Instead, Mortimer found he couldn’t drag his eyes from Draco’s face as it contorted with pleasure, mouth slack, breath short, eyes hooded and dark. Through the haze of bliss, Draco seemed to realise Mortimer’s focus had shifted and tilted his head so their eyes connected.

Mortimer couldn’t contain the little exclamation – oh – that escaped as Draco looked deep inside him, and it was enough to bring both he and Draco to climax, sweating and writhing and shouting for the gods, Draco’s pleasure flowing warm and thick across Mortimer’s wrist and down his arm.

Mortimer stroked him through his orgasm, until Draco shuddered with oversensitivity and he released his grip. He found he couldn’t move away though, or form the kind of detached, doctorly pronouncement his patient was no doubt expecting, not with the evidence of his lapse of professionalism spreading warm and wet inside his trousers. Instead, his hands hovered over Draco’s flushed thighs, wanting to touch, wanting to crawl up onto the table and continue to wring those noises from Draco. Wanting Draco to wring them from him in return.

Of course, he did nothing of the sort. It would have been entirely inappropriate.

Though not, perhaps, as inappropriate as what Draco himself said, once he had his breath back.

“So it is true what they say, once you’ve known the touch of divinity nothing will ever compare.” Draco sought out Mortimer’s eyes, which were already widening in shock, and added, “My Lady Aphrodite.”

Well, fuck.

Mortimer briefly considered trying to locate a weapon and battering Draco about the head. But his fighting skills were rusty after several decades quietly hiding amongst humanity and Draco looked alert and formidable despite his post-orgasmic lassitude. Besides, he had been caught fair and square, and he probably should find out how and for what reason before attempting escape.

Mortimer – otherwise known as Aphrodite, goddess of love, pleasure and procreation, former denizen of Mount Olympus, currently on self-approved sabbatical from his divine duties – sighed. “I really thought this disguise was infallible.”

Draco grinned. “It almost was. Zeus knew your general location but you did an admirable job of masking your exact whereabouts. I must commend you.”

“Oh fuck your commendation, how did you find me?”

Draco smirked. Mortimer wanted to punch him. “If only you’d been able to resist the temptation, little goddess. You were safe and sound in your hospitals, trying to convince all those poor, naïve humans about the importance of hygiene. But it was too good, wasn’t it? The prospect of bringing pleasure to so many again. Just couldn’t pass it up, to feel the thrill of it, help those poor women feel good. Just a little touch of your power to ease the way, couldn’t hurt, could it?”

Mortimer sighed. How stupid of him, how arrogant to think he could get away with it unnoticed. Honestly though, how was he, the goddess of love, sex incarnate, supposed to turn down the opportunity to provide orgasms on a regular basis? When Dalrymple had reeled off his nonsense about hysteria during their initial interview, Mortimer had nearly fallen out of his chair at the realisation of what was being offered.

“So the little story about seeing me at the hospital? Your supposed difficulty in climaxing? What was the point of that?”

“I needed you to trust me enough to put your hands on me, Doctor.” Draco raked his eyes along Mortimer’s body, the damp patch in his trousers, shameless now that he had revealed himself. “Only way to be sure you were the one I was sent to find.”

“A neat trick. Did Zeus lend you some magic?”

“Daresay he would have, but it was unnecessary. Your kind always feel different, if only a man cares to pay attention.”

“And you do pay very close attention, don’t you? To my backside in particular, I must note.” Two could play at the shameless game.

“It’s a very fine backside, my Lady, even by divine standards.”

Mortimer rolled his eyes, but let himself grin with it. He had to admit, he’d missed sparring like this – the bumbling doctor routine had been a useful one, but he had been forced to play frightfully earnest at times. Some good, old fashioned flirting was quite a relief after being so buttoned up. In fact, Mortimer decided to take advantage of his regained freedom by climbing up onto the table and settling himself atop Draco’s extremely well-muscled thighs while he continued his interrogation.

Draco, happily, seemed completely unfazed by this, and simply placed his large hands against Mortimer’s hips for support.

“So then, soldier – you are a soldier, yes?”

Draco inclined his head in confirmation.

“Thought so, you seem like a man who would be comfortable with killing. So, what does my father want so urgently of me that he would force one of his toy soldiers out of heaven to hunt me down?”

To his credit, Draco didn’t so much as flinch at the insult. “No force was required, Lady, I volunteered.”

“Bored of eternal quaffing and carousing, were we?”

“A break is nice, little god, but eventually a man grows weary of existence without purpose, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You are quite fascinating, aren’t you Mr Draco? And very good at evading my questions. Once again: why does my father request my presence?”

Draco’s smile turned wry. “A war is coming, my Lady. Olympus is threatened and Zeus demands that all his children do their duty.”

“And I suppose if I don’t come quietly he’ll start chucking lightning bolts into Charing Cross?” Mortimer poked Draco, immediately regretting it – the man’s chest might as well have been a breastplate. “All I wanted was a few hundred years of me time, was that really so much to ask? I’m not even any use in battle – I’m a lover, not a fighter.” He laid his hand flat against Draco’s chest, considering. “And you, Captain? How will they reward you for completing your mission?”

“I will be returned to Elysium, to eternal peace and celebration.”

“How ghastly. I have a better idea,” Mortimer said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Draco’s lips, chasing it with a flick of his tongue. “There, how do you feel?”

“Unsatisfied.”

“Odd. Most people say ‘tingly.’ Let’s try that again.”

This time the kiss was deep, filthy, and several minutes long. By the time it finished, Mortimer had a tight grip on Draco’s braid, Draco an equally strong hold of Mortimer’s much-admired backside, and both were flushed and panting for breath.

Mortimer leaned back a little, in order to look at Draco property. “So?”

“I am not certain tingly quite covers it.”

Mortimer grinned in triumph. “Excellent. Captain Draco, you are now bound to me, unable to leave my side, devoted to me above all others.”

Draco looked entirely unfazed.

“Which means you will attend me in battle, as my captain and consort.”

Draco continued to fail to react.

“I have just stolen you from Zeus himself for my own pleasure! He is not going to be pleased with either of us. Surely you have something to say about that?”

Draco shrugged lightly, and Mortimer once again considered battering him with something heavy. Fortunately, his new paramour finally decided to break his silence. “This means I will spend my foreseeable future fighting when required and fucking when desired?”

“Well… basically, yes.”

“Then I believe Zeus can go fuck himself,” Draco drawled, and dragged Mortimer into another devouring kiss.

Mortimer smiled into it. This one was going to keep him entertained for aeons.

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