#and me & several others waited outside for him so he could sign the books we were given for attending (& some people brought records too)

[go-go-devil]

I'll be real with you all, getting to meet Geddy Lee in-person last night and getting a fist bump from him was a pretty fucking great moment for me as a Rush fan ✨

[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Seven: Paradise

The morning of your flight to Cabo you could not be more nervous. You’ve never been on a plane and decided to jump down the rabbit hole that is the internet and research airplanes.

Big mistake.

Levi decided an early morning flight was best, even though you would’ve loved to have slept in.

Levi checked you in and checked the bags. You ordered a lot online with the money Levi gave you, including some more risqué items that Ymir and Historia recommended. 

After breezing through TSA (of course Levi Ackerman has TSA Pre-Check) it was time to wait at the gate for your flight. Your stomach was in knots thinking about being in the air for a couple of hours.

“Are you okay?” Levi nudged you with his left elbow. “You’re quiet. That’s not like you.”

“Are you trying to say I talk a lot?”

“I’m saying you ask an awful lot of questions.” 

“I’m okay. I’ve just never been on a plane before.”

“It’ll be okay, I promise.” Levi reassured you as he brought his attention to his phone. You saw a text from Erwin pop up.

Erwin: Don’t do anything stupid, please. She’s a good girl.

You look away quickly, knowing you should’ve minded your own business. What Levi says to Erwin, or anyone for that matter is none of your business. 

Soon enough you were at your seats on the plane. Levi got first class. You don’t know what that means but it sounds fancy.

You sink in your seat as your heart starts to race when you hear the plane making noises.

“Hey,” Levi whispered, pressing his hand on top of yours. “You’re okay. I’m here.” He laced his fingers with yours and squeezed gently. You nod, looking out the window at runway.

Take off isn’t bad. Once your eats pop, you’re as good as gold. You don’t like the feeling in your chest when the plane tilts upwards, but you get over it.

Levi took his hand off yours once the seatbelt signs were off. You can’t help but miss his touch already. 

The plane ride is about 5 hours - perfect time for a nap. 

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The hotel is gorgeous. Stunning, even. It’s like a hotel you see rich people go to in movies. There are several pools, palm trees, and more. The water is blue and the sand is almost white.

“Welcome to paradise!” An overly excited employee runs up to you and Levi. 

Levi looks less than impressed.

“Can we just check in?” Levi’s tone is flat. Even in a gorgeous place, Levi’s attitude is the same.

“Absolutely sir. What’s your name?”

“Levi Ackerman.”

“Oh! Mr. Ackerman! You and your wife got upgraded to our best suite. It’s top of the line!” 

Wife?

“Thank you.” Levi grabbed the room keys off the counter. “Tell Oscar I said thank you too.”

Levi carried your bags along with his up to the room. When he swiped the key card and opened the door - you swear you could have fainted. This room was as big as the apartment you lived in growing up. 

As you walk in, you notice one bed.

“Levi…” You turn to him. “There’s only one bed.”

“Well I didn’t book this one, Oscar upgraded us out of the kindness of his heart.” Levi used air quotes. “The one I booked had 2 beds. So don’t blame me.” 

One bed? You’ve shared the same house with Levi for a while now, but a bed? And you’ve never even really touched him?

Once you and Levi get settled in, you start to crave the sun.

“Let’s go outside! Tan, drink a little, maybe swim!” 

“I don’t tan.” Levi peered up at you, taking his eyes off his phone screen. 

“Can you get off your phone for a bit please?” You put your hands on your hips. “I didn’t come here to watch you play on your phone.” 

“So what did you come here for?” Levi shoves his phone in his pocket and stands up. He walks towards you, eliminating the space between you. 

“You say I ask a lot of questions, but I think it’s really you who asks most of them.” You turn around, unzipping your bag. “I’m gonna change and so are you. I’ll be in the bathroom.” You pull out your bikini and sandals. 

When you emerge from the bathroom, Levi’s eyes are glued to you. He watches your thick thighs as you walk towards him. You’re wearing the bikini he specifically said he liked: high on the thigh, stringy, and barely leaving anything to the imagination. 

Levi is wearing a white t-shirt with khaki colored shorts paired with sandals. His mouth is slightly open as he gazes at you.

“Ready?!” You smile as you grab your beach bag. 

“Are you gonna wear a cover up?” Levi’s cheeks turned a light shade of red.

“Why? It’s hot out.”

“Because…”

“Because why?” You tilt your head to the side, placing your hands on your hips.

Levi takes a few step towards you and leans down until his lips touch your ear. “Because I can’t promise I can control myself if you don’t put something on in the next 2 minutes.” 

You can’t help but smirk knowing you’re affecting him this way. You spin yourself around, giving him a full look at your ass.

“Do you want to leave this room?” Levi sucked his teeth.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes, grabbing a black dress to put over your body. “Better?”

“Barely. Lets go.” His tone was back to being serious.

Sometimes you really can’t tell if this man wants to fuck you or just wants to be your friend. 

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“Levi, come in!” You swim in front of Levi as he reads his book on the lounge chair. 

“No.” He doesn’t even look up from what page he’s on.

“It’s 95 degrees, how can you even stand to just lay in the heat?!” You place your hands on the pool edge. “You won’t come swimming at all with me?”

“Maybe in… 3 days.” Levi held up 3 fingers. “Leave me alone so I can finish my book.” 

You huff and turn yourself around to swim to the swim-up bar. You take a seat and order some fruity drink that sounded cute.

“Well hello there. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” A man pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose. 

“Thank you.” You take a sip of your drink. The man isn’t ugly by any means, so you decide to entertain a conversation. “Where are you from?” You ask, placing your drink on the counter.

“I’m from California. You?”

“Wow, all the way on the west coast. I’m from New York.”

“A New Yorker! That’s crazy, you don’t have an accent or anything.” The man leaned forward towards you as he spoke. “My name is Ryan.”

You told him your name, and the conversation continued.

As you talk, you feel a hand push you gently into… a hard surface.

That hard surface was Levi Ackerman’s upper body. You look up and see those slate eyes burning a hole in Ryan’s head.

Ryan seems to catch on to what Levi is trying to insinuate, even though no words were exchanged.

“Dude, my bad! I didn’t know she was with you.” Ryan put his hands up. “I swear! The conversation was innocent!” 

Levi put his other hand on your other hip, gripping you tightly. 

“She is a sight for sore eyes, right?” He tilts his head to the right, glaring at Ryan. 

Then Ryan was gone.

“You swam!!” You spin your body to face Levi. You sit down on the seat in front of the bar and stare up at him. He is well sculpted, his abdominals carved out and his chest strong.

“I did.” Levi pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Levi, I-“ Your words get caught in your throat. The way he looks right now, with water dripping off his skin and his hair messy has you speechless.

“What’s your favorite color?” You blurt out. Smooth move.

“Navy blue. Yours is… black?” 

“Technically… no. My favorite color is actually sage green.”

“Any other questions? Get them out now while I’m in a good mood.” 

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Pasta.”

“I knew it!!” You smile at his response, putting your hand in a fist. “I told you!” 

“Are you gonna tell me yours or do I have to fish it out of you?” 

“Hmmmmm.” You tap your chin with your index finger. “Does ice cream count?”

“I guess it can.” Levi chuckled, letting out a real smile. You watched his mouth curve upwards, revealing his teeth. 

For the first time, you saw Levi Ackerman’s teeth. You made him laugh. A genuine laugh.

A low chuckle escaped his throat as he caressed your cheek gently. “You are so cute.” 

You have never wanted to kiss anyone more than you do right now. You would love to pull Levi down, straddle his waist, and attached your mouth to his.

But you can’t. If Levi wants something, he needs to make the first move. 

His lips grazed your ear as he whispered. “I can’t stop staring at you.” Levi brings his other hand on the opposite side of the ear his whispering into. “Your thighs are… hypnotizing.” 

You bite your lip and turn your head to the side.

“Don’t get shy. No one knows us here.” He grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb, pulling you to face him. “We can be whoever we want to be here.” 

“Whoever?” You search Levi’s eyes for a lifeline. Your body is craving him almost desperately. Goosebumps populate your skin as he touches you. 

“Whoever. Who do you want to be?” You swear you could feel his tongue on your earlobe. 

“I want to be a woman that’s kissed by you.” You lean into the palm of his hand as your heart rate increases.

Levi says nothing. He moves his face in front of you, letting his nose slightly touch yours. His lips are so close.

“You want me to kiss you, princess?” He whispers.

“Mhm.” You nod, almost giving in to the temptation. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Say please.” Levi’s lips are grazing yours, the touch sending electric shocks throughout your body. 

“Please, Levi.” You almost whine.

“So spoiled I made you, hm?” Levi buries his fingers in your hair as he sits down. He pulls you to him, letting your legs wrap around his waist under the water. 

Levi’s hand runs over the front side of your body - your stomach, your chest, to your neck. He gently grabs your neck to bring you close to him again. His fingers gently squeeze the sides of your neck, a gasp escaping your throat. Your lips are plump, begging to be touched. 

Finally, Levi presses his lips to yours. You swear your brain short circuited. His lips are so soft, but so… perfect. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing the back of your thighs to the tops of his. 

His tongue licks your bottom lip, begging for entry. You oblige, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You moan against his lips at the contact. Levi’s large hands move down to your ass, giving it a gently squeeze before he pulls away.

You can’t help but whine when you lose his lips. 

“That’s it for now.” He kisses your cheek gently.

“You’re such a tease.” You pout, pushing yourself off of him to the seat you were in a few minutes ago.

“I’m teaching you patience. I can’t have you acting like a spoiled brat. If I do everything you want, that’s what you’ll be.”

“Two can play at that game.” 

[jerzwriter]

In the Garden

Thank you to the always lovely @aria-ashryver for this ask! Come spend the first spring day in Olympus's garden!

Book: Wake the Dead Characters: Zoe Rivera (F!MC), Troy Hassan, May Words: 1,100 Rating: General A/N: @choicesaprilchallenge24 | Vegetable Garden and @choicesholidays "Spring is a time of new beginnings, how appropriate..." (though I tweaked it just a bit!)

Spring is a time of new beginnings, so it was no surprise that on its first warm day, the residents of Olympus were eager to be outside. After a brutally cold winter, it was evident that spring fever still existed, even after a zombie apocalypse, and the colony’s leader was not immune.

Scrunching down atop a patch of soil, Zoe stopped for a moment to wipe her glistening brow with her sleeve. Sounds of laughter caught her attention, and she turned to find several children playing a game of hide and seek nearby. 

“Joey,” she yelled to the oldest, a boy of about ten. “You know it’s not safe to hide alone. It’s early spring, and the zombies will be back.”

“ I know,” Joey grinned. “That’s why we have a parameter set and a big kid watching us.”

Zoe’s brow furrowed. There were only a few “big kids” in the colony, and they were doing chores during this time of day. “Really,” she asked. “And who is this big kid?”

A raspy throat clearing could be heard from the edge of the children’s play area, and Zoe shook her head. “I should have known,” she laughed.

“What,” Troy winked. “Can you honestly say you've never described me as a big child?"

“No,” she agreed. “I haven’t. The descriptor of “big” would be too generous. Besides, aren’t you supposed to be doing chores, too?”

His face dropped, and he feigned shock. “I am! I’m supervising the children! You should really just go ahead and make me a teacher.”

“So our governing committee can lose all faith in me and revoke my leadership? I think not. Besides, aren’t you scheduled to help me with the gardening?”

“But Miss Zoe!” A little voice wailed. “We are having so much fun, and it’s the first day of spwing!”

Lily was an adorable child with a long mane of curly, black hair. Whenever they flashed Zoe that mostly toothless grin, everyone in sight knew Lily would be getting her way.

“That’s fine, Lily,” Zoe conceded. “Troy can remain the big kid that he is.” Glaring over at the “big boy," she yelled. “You owe me, Hassan! Now I have to do all the gardening myself.”

“No, you don’t,” a voice cried, and a small hand slipped inside Zoe’s. May looked up, her face beaming brighter than Zoe had seen in a long time. “I can help you. I love gardening.”

“I know you do,” Zoe smiled. “And we all know you’re better at it than I am... but don’t you want to play with the kids... and Troy?”

“Nah,” May insisted. “I love gardening even more, and besides, Troy is taking bribes to tell the person who’s “it” where the others are hiding.”

“HASSAN!” Zoe hollered, but Troy had already scooted to the other end of the yard.

“What? Sorry! Can’t hear you!” he yelled, chasing after the children.

An amused Zoe turned to a delighted May. “I’m going to have to talk to him about this later, but for now...”

“For now, we garden!”

Time seemed to pass by in a moment, and before they knew it, the late afternoon sun was beginning to set in the sky. May was engrossed in her work, and Zoe tapped her shoulder to gain her attention.

“We should start heading in. We both have to get washed up before dinner.”

“I know! And I can’t wait for dinner! Eli is making chili tonight.”

“He does make a good chili,” Zoe agreed.

“He’s the best cook! I told him we were planting zucchini, and he said his mom used to make fried zucchini flowers. He’s going to make them for us as soon as these grow.”

Zoe quietly surveyed the little plot of land, her eyes downcast. “If they grow,” she signed, surprised she had said it out loud.

“Of course they will grow!” The enthusiastic little girl replied. “Why wouldn’t they?”

“Well, gardening doesn’t always... work,” Zoe lamented as she sat on a nearby step. “Especially when I’m involved.”

May was quick at her side. “What do you mean? You’ve gardened before. Feather says you’re a natural.”

“Well, Feather is very kind. But I don’t always feel like I know what I’m doing.”

“That’s because you grew up in the Tower,” May said, patting Zoe’s back. “I bet you didn’t even have dirt there.”

“No,” Zoe laughed. “Which is surprising because there sure were a lot of dirty things."

“Yeah, but I grew up at Sunflower Creek. That’s why I know a lot about gardening, and I’ll teach you. You can teach me all the things you learned at the Tower. Then maybe one day when I grow up, I can lead Olympus, too.”

Zoe reached over and lifted the girl onto her lap, squeezing her closely in her arms. “You will be an amazing leader one day,” she smiled. “I just know it.”

“And you will plant really amazing zucchini,” May giggled.

“You know what? You’re right!” Zoe grinned. “This is why we all need each other.”

The sweet moment came to an abrupt end when fun but chaotic screams shot from behind. They turned to find Troy buried under four of the children, each pulling on a different limb. Zoe rushed over, despite her side-splitting from laughter.

“HELP!” Troy screamed.

“Troy Hassan,” she scolded. “What is going on here.”

“We found out he was taking bribes from all of us!” Joey replied. “Now he’s getting all of our pudding after dinner.”

“Troy?” Zoe questioned with a stern glare.

“I’m not really going to take their pudding,” he insisted. “I’m just providing valuable... business lessons.”

May tugged at the hem of Zoe’s shirt. “This is why we all need each other,” she smiled.

“That’s right, we do. But right now, Troy needs us to get him out from under that heap of kids!”

“Oh, that’ll be easy!” May stated.

“Yeah? Why?”

Just then, the creaking sound of the old wooden kitchen windows could be heard, and Eli's head poked out.

“Come and get it!” he yelled. “The chili is hot!”

Squeals of delight mixed with Troy's whimpering and grimaces as a stampede of children trampled over man. Zoe extended her hand with a smirk.

“Let’s get you into the lodge before these kids do you in.”

Troy stumbled along beside Zoe, attempting to catch his breath. “Since they assaulted me, can I have their pudding after all?”

“No,” Zoe reprimanded. “But how about I sneak you an extra cup from the kitchen.”

“You will?”

“Consider it payback for all the treats you used to sneak to me at the Tower.”

“Nice,” he grinned.

“Yeah. Besides, you’ll need the extra energy for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” he asked. “What’s tomorrow?”

Zoe removed her gardening gloves and smashed them into Troy’s chest. “You’re on gardening duty, Hassan... and tomorrow, you’re on your own.”

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Thanks again for the prompt @aria-ashryver! :)

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[and-claudia]

His Heir pt. 30 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

Warnings: mentions of being sick

Word count: 2301

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After returning from Mandalore, Maul suggested that I take a couple of days off to rest before returning to work. I ended up just asking him if I could have the rest of the week off, to which he obviously agreed. I was just trying to process everything still. It was still strange to know that now, despite the fact I hadn’t considered her my sister for many years that my ties with Bo-Katan were officially severed. 

Currently, I was sitting in the small office Maul had in his quarters. There were a few sheets of loose flimsy scattered across the desk with different names written on them. I was practicing in order to update the book and wanted to make sure my handwriting was perfect. I have spent so many years using my datapad that my penmanship had suffered. 

“Yn?” I heard Maul call through his quarters. 

His voice startled me. It had been so quiet for so long and I had been focussing so hard that I wasn’t expecting him to be home so soon. Sure enough though, when I check the chrono on the wall it was just about time for him to be home.

“I’m in your office!” I hollered back. 

I could hear his footsteps approaching before he stopped outside the door. 

“May I come in?” 

“Of course.” 

The door slid open with a small hiss and he stepped inside. 

“I didn’t expect you to be in here. And not to say that you can’t be in here, but may I ask what you are doing?” He asked, peering over at my flimsy sheets. 

“I am trying to make sure my handwriting looks okay before I write in the book. I want to make sure it looks perfect.” I said. 

“May I look?” He asked reaching for a few of the papers. 

I nodded and he grabbed a few of the pages and began to inspect them. He flipped through a few before he stopped and did a double take at one of them. 

“Who is Korkie Kenobi?” He asked, squinting at the name as if he may have read it wrong. 

“That is my nephew.” I said simply, waiting to gauge his reaction. 

“And is it Kenobi as in…” He trailed off. 

I nodded, “Yes it is Kenobi as in Obi-Wan Kenobi… neither of them has any idea about the other though. As far as Obi-Wan knew, Korkie was our nephew. Which, if you ask me, is suspicious considering he was Satine’s, Bo-Katan’s, and my nephew… we were the only three children of Satine’s and Bo-Katan’s parents so how could we all have the same nephew? One of us had to have been his mother. I knew no one in the public would believe us. Especially since Satine disappeared for a year and a half and then suddenly when she returns we have a nephew… Anyways as far as Korkie knows, his last name is Kryze.” 

“Hm.” Maul said in thought. 

“Korkie has nothing to do with Kenobi, I promise.” I said worrying that he may be thinking about his involvement with him. 

“I have no doubt about that. I was just thinking… it’s funny in a way I suppose. A few years ago I would have been thinking about how to use this child against Kenobi, but now I feel a bit… sorry, I think, for the boy. It’s hard growing up, not knowing who you are. With the Jedi gone, there’s no way for him to meet his father. Don’t get me wrong, I loath Kenobi, but as you said this boy would have had nothing to do with him.” He was silent for a brief moment, “Do you know where Korkie is now? Is he taken care of?” 

“I can only assume, I haven’t spoken to him in many years. I hope he’s doing well.” I replied truthfully. 

Maul nodded, “Should you ever be in contact with him again, let him know that he has family here on Dathomir. He would be safe and protected here.” He said. 

I was taken aback by his words. I had definitely seen a much softer side of Maul since I got pregnant but this was a whole new level of caring from him that I had never experienced. 

I nodded, “I will. I will.” 

When I returned to work I was surprised to find that the majority of the banquet to announce that we were having a boy was already mostly planned. My first task of the day was to review some of the decisions already made. 

I was sitting in a meeting with Maul and Dasar who was there on the hologram in the center of the table. 

“Did you really pull this poor man away from his wedding planning to help with this?” I asked Maul. 

“Yn,” the man in question began, “If I’ve said it once, I swear I’ve said it a million times. This baby is the biggest event of Crimson Dawn. I am honored that Lord Maul asked me to help plan it. It also has given me a break from Totin. I love the man, obviously, I mean I’m marrying him in 4 weeks, but boy does he drive me crazy sometimes.” 

I laughed at his comment. I understood the feeling. 

“Well, I’m grateful for your help. I guess let's get started.” I said. 

“Here it’s all been put onto this datapad.” Maul said, leaning across the table to hand it to me. 

I took it and my eyes locked in on the first entry: 

Guest will dress in accordance to what they think the baby is: Pink for a Girl, Blue for a boy.

I sighed and set down the device on the table. My eyebrow raised in question at Maul as I leaned back in the chair, folding my hands on top of my belly.

“I hate that. So much.” I said, still looking at Maul. 

While I looked at him, he looked at Dasar and Dasar looked back at me. 

“I told you she’d hate it.” Maul said to Dasar. 

“Mhm. Fine, you were right.” Dasar said.

Neither of them were being rude, more so just sassy with the way that they said it. 

“Do you hate the concept or just the color choices?” Maul asked, turning to me. 

“Just the colors.” I began, “I love the concept. I think it’s very cute, ooh… wait! So I don’t want some big over-the-top reveal. SO, what if the reveal is just something simple? Like Maul and I can make our grand entrance and the color that we are wearing is the announcement. I’m just not wearing something baby blue or baby pink, that’s just not my vibe, and it’s definitely not Maul’s vibes.” I said with a laugh. 

“I don’t know, I’d paid a lot of credits to see Maul in one of his tunics but have it be a nice pastel pink.” Dasar said as we both laughed at the mental image it gave. Maul just shook his head in amusement. 

“What color would you prefer us to do? Red and black?” Dasar asked once he had stopped laughing 

“No, that seems a bit too predictable from us. How about… navy and burgundy?” I asked. 

“I like it.” Maul agreed. 

“Yn, that… that’s literally just dark blue and dark pink.” He said dramatically.

“No…” I hesitated as I thought about it a bit more, “I mean technically you can look at it that way, I guess.” 

Once the laughter died down I picked back up the datapad to review the rest of the plans. The guest list was fairly small.

“Only the leading members are physically invited, and since this is such a big deal, attendance is mandatory. The reveal itself will be broadcasted to everyone else.” Maul explained and I nodded along. 

We had discussed this some already. I really didn’t want everyone being here since it would bring in so many germs and stuff. I wasn’t scared of germs per se, but being pregnant made me much more aware of them and their risks. 

“What else is there to discuss?” I asked. 

“Well, there’s still the Mayer of the food. I was thinking that instead of doing a full sit-down meal and everything like that, it may be better to just do hors d'oeuvre. We can have the service droids go around with trays and just do that instead of trying to prepare a full 3-course minimum meal for everyone.” Maul said. 

“I think that sounds great. I do just request that we avoid anything with blue milk in it…” I said, slightly shuttering at the mention of it. 

“Of course. I will make sure that happens. No blue milk.” Maul quickly agreed. 

“What’s wrong with blue milk? We use it all the time here.” Dasar said. 

“We use it quite frequently here as well… or we did. Yn was making a snack a few days ago and poured herself a glass of it… let's just say her snack went uneaten.” Maul said clearly trying to leave out the details and spare me the embarrassment. 

“I never even noticed a smell on it. But for some reason when I took it out, it smelt so bad. It instantly made me nauseous. I think that is the sickest I have ever been. Maul was still working I had to com him to come help me.” I added. 

“Was it out of date or something?” Dasar asked. 

I shook my head along with Maul, “I even checked it.” Maul said. 

“Let’s move on before I relive it.” I said. Just talking about it was making that nausea creep back up. 

“How formal are you wanting the guest to dress?” 

“Standard formal banquet attire. Just as we normally do.” I answered before turning to Maul, “I already know what you’re going to be wearing.” 

He scoffed, “I am fully capable of picking out my own attire, dear.” 

“I know you are. But considering this whole banquet wouldn’t be happening if it wasn’t for me I think you should wear what I want you to wear.” I shot back. 

“She has a point.” Dasar said. 

Maul just shook his head in amusement, “She always uses that now. Anytime she wants or needs something of me she’ll always pull the whole ‘I’m the one carrying your child’ card. She thinks that by saying that I’ll cave to whatever she wants.” 

“Well, it works does it not?” I asked. 

He stayed silent. 

“Exactly.” 

“Okay, so Dasar is going to come in a few days before the banquet to oversee the setup of everything since I am beginning to have Qi’ra take on more responsibilities to prepare for once the baby is here. And I don’t want you to have to worry about running back and forth for multiple days-” 

“Appreciated.” I commented with a nod. 

“So, he is going to have to know what we’re having so he can plan accordingly with the lights and for the fireworks at the end.” Maul said. 

“I don’t know, can he be trusted?” I teased, raising an eyebrow. 

“Miss ma’am, I do believe I was one of the first people to know you were even pregnant and I am pretty damn sure I kept that secret. So, yes, I can, in fact, be trusted.” He sassed. 

“You’re right, my sincere apology… we’ll tell you. But first, just for my own curiosity. What do you think it is?” I asked. 

“Hmm… stand up real quick.” He said. 

“One, there is no standing quickly for me anymore. Two, why?” I asked. 

“Just do it.” He said. 

I let out a groan, that was only partly playful and stood. 

“There, happy?” 

“Turn to the side.” 

I rolled my eyes but did so anyways. 

“Oh, it’s definitely a girl.” He said confidently. 

I sat back down and looked at him. 

“How do you know that?” Maul asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair some. 

“I mean look at the way she’s carrying. It’s obviously a girl. So burgundy. Fun.”

“Nope, navy blue, bud.” I corrected him. 

“What?” 

“It’s not a girl. It’s a boy.” Maul said. 

“Really? Are you sure?” Dasar asked causing Maul and me to laugh. 

“Positive.” 

“Oh… wait why am I getting a little emotional?” He said, fanning his eyes. 

“It’s okay we did too.” 

“Awe, you two are the cutest… so any names picked out yet?” 

I let out a long sigh at the question. Truth is Maul and I have spent many nights discussing names but I just couldn’t figure out what I wanted for him. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to have a Mandalorian name, a Dathomirian name, a traditional Night Brothers name, or just a name in galactic basic. It was overwhelming honestly, knowing that this name would be with him all his life. I didn’t want to pick something he’d hate later on and it was just stressing me out at this point. 

“We are still working on a name.” Maul said for me. 

Dasar got the hint that it was a sore subject for me right away and brushed it off quickly. 

“Well, there’s no rush, the right name will come to you. And you know what if it doesn’t, I am more than happy to share my name with him. Have a mini Dasar! So cute!” 

“It would be something.” I agreed. 

“Well I do have to get going now, wedding planning duties await. I will be there next week. Bye bye!” He said 

Maul and I said our goodbyes as well before he turned off the device. I sighed as I looked across the table at him. 

“Maul, we really need to figure out this name situation.” 

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[bit-dodgy-innit]

Scared to be Lonely

Part Two   Part Three    Epilogue

Summary: After S.W.O.R.D. helps with the clean-up in the Cairo aftermath, they ask Marc to return the favor: guard a variant Loki’s estranged wife while Thor and S.W.O.R.D. try to track down the evasive Godbutcher. Yet leave it to a “catty space princess” to throw the Moon Knight for a loop. 

Pairing: Marc x Fem!OC, eventual Steven x Fem!OC and Jakex Fem!OC, past Loki x Fem!OC, past Marc x Layla

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI! 

Word Count: 7.3k (hahahaha wut?!)

TW/CW: Leave it to Oscar Isaac to end my decade (?) long hiatus from writing fic...it’s so long and filthy I had to split it up into parts instead of posting in one go like I’d planned. But for this bit - talk of divorce, mention of forced marriage, angst, oral (m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, barebacking (wrap it before you tap it IRL folx), p in v sex, and a smidge of creampie & cum-eating 

“This is beneath me,” Khonshu declared yet again, materializing on the bus seat across from Marc, “Since when does a venerated member of the Ennead, and therefore by extension his avatar, serve as a paladin for Loki’s brat bride?”

Marc pulled out his phone. Pretended to make a call. Held the phone to his ear and then spoke. “Since if it wasn’t for S.W.O.R.D. last month the clean-up in Cairo would’ve been more of a mess than it was.”

Khonshu bristled. “I don’t trust them.”

“We agree there. But all things considered, as far as S.W.O.R.D. calling in the favor I owe them, there could be worse asks. Besides, if there’s really a deranged godkiller out there, we need intel.”

“Resorting to lowly bureaucrats instead of finding the adversary yourself. No wonder she left yo--” 

“Ok talk to you soon!” Marc pretended to hang up and pushed Khonshu to the back of his mind. 

Any mention of Layla was a conversation-ender.  Khonshu was severely mistaken if he thought Marc was any more excited about guarding Loki’s ex-wife from another universe than he was, but if Marc was being honest, he could use a distraction. The two weeks since he’d signed the papers had been…rough. 

A calm, robotic female voice came over the bus’s loudspeaker and announced his stop. He stepped off the bus into an impossibly posh area of London. Funny how different areas of the city could be so starkly different they felt like separate worlds. 

The S.W.O.R.D. operative was waiting for Marc outside of Claridge’s as said he would be. 

“Agent Woo,” Marc greeted him. 

“Mister..?” Woo struggled with how to return the greeting, trying to determine who he was speaking to.

Marc watched him squirm for a moment or two, then put him out of his discomfort, “Spector. The other one has a British accent so thick it borders on hokey.” 

Sod off, Steven chimed from one of the polished window panes of the luxury hotel’s entryway. 

At least he counted you, Jake added. Marc was still grappling with the existence of another alter, and it was none of S.W.O.R.D’s business. 

“Oh, okay, thanks. Shall we?” Woo gestured to the door, eager to put his gaffe behind them.  

The two men made their way across the grand, bustling lobby. Marc had never been to the hotel, but it was more or less what he expected. Chandelier, black and white marble tiles, a sweeping staircase. 

“What am I walking into here?” Marc asked. When googling his charge, Sigyn, he hadn’t found much. He’d even consulted a few of Steven’s mythology books but they contained little more information about the Norse goddess. All Marc was working off of was, until recently, that she was the long-suffering wife of Loki, god of mischief and chaos, and that Sigyn was given the title of goddess of fidelity for her trouble. 

Woo called the elevator. “You read the brief?”

“Of course I read the brief,” Marc fired back. It had been frustratingly vague to his chagrin, but not to his surprise. Sigyn was a “variant”, a person who had come from another universe into theirs. In her dimension, she’d been married to Loki for centuries on Asgard and part of the ruling royal family. S.W.O.R.D. suspected that her universe’s Loki had gone rogue, conspiring with the entity who had been destroying gods across the multiverse. 

“She’s lovely,” Woo said as they got on the elevator. 

“Don’t bullshit me.” 

Woo deflated. “Her highness comes off as arrogant, imperious. Our psychiatrist says it’s because she’s still feeling vulnerable after her husband left her. We need her for intel obviously, but our team has lead on Gorr–”

“The godkiller” Marc interjected.

“Yes. Thor doesn’t want her to come. Our leadership agrees, it’s too risky. We can’t lose our two closest connections to Loki and Asgardian assets should the mission go south.” 

“So you called me to babysit rather than actually help you.”

“You are helping,” Woo insisted. “And your status as a consultant with us is delicate, Mr. Spector. S.W.O.R.D. is protecting you and your alter from several international authorities. Fail to keep the princess safe and perhaps we’ll reconsider.”

“Does she have the same affinity for lightning as her brother-in-law?” 

The elevator reached the top floor. 

“No, but like other Asgardians, she has increased strength and invulnerability, heightened senses and stamina, in addition to the Allspeak. She’s a practitioner of magic, but her skills are nowhere near Loki’s. She also tells us she can hold her own in a fight.”

“Hand-to-hand combat or with a weapon?” 

“Doesn’t matter. Under no circumstances is she to leave the premises of the hotel. We’d prefer if you two stayed in the suite at all times.” 

“Worse cages to be kept in,” Marc commented as they walked down the plush-carpeted hallway to what he guessed was a penthouse. 

“Tell that to her,” Woo muttered under his breath. 

The pair reached the door to the Asgardians’ suite. Two armed guards were posted outside. Marc stopped Woo before the agent could give the nod for entry to his colleagues. 

“Do I really have to call her your highness?”

“If she likes you she’ll let you call her Sigyn, she picked that up from Thor.”

“So you call her Sigyn.”  

Woo snorted. “Ha! No.”

With that, Woo motioned to the operatives and they opened the door. Six more guards and agents were inside from what he could see, and Marc could barely take in the elegance of the spacious and cream-colored suite before Thor stormed into its living area. He was in full battle guard: helmet, cape, and the massive axe that Marc always assumed was over-compensation for other “shortcomings”.

Hot on his heels was a woman adorned in a large gold helm of her own. Where Thor’s was winged on the sides, hers has two large semi-circles and a dazzling emerald inlaid in the center right above her brow. Though her respective cape was green - her husband’s color Steven clocked - she wore a glittering gold gown. Sigyn. 

The more Marc observed her, everything about Sigyn seemed gem-like. Long, honey-colored  tresses tumbled down her back, and her skin was fair but sun-kissed. A pair of sapphire-like blue eyes competed for brilliance with the emerald on her helmet. Her cheekbones were high, her lashes were long, her lips were full, and her build athletic.

Loki left her? What an idiot, Jake marveled. I’d chain her to my bed and live inside of her–

Marc blocked him out before Jake could finish the thought. 

Though you’ve got to admit, she certainly looks like a goddess, doesn’t she?

He turned away from Steven’s image in the mirrored cabinet behind the dining table across the room. Marc was a professional. Unlike his alters, he could handle being in the same room as a beautiful woman. He pulled himself out of his head, focusing on the argument unfolding in front of him.

“No one knows Loki like I do,” Sigyn asserted. 

Thor wasn’t convinced. “I’m his brother.” 

“Adopted brother. I’m his wife,” she countered. 

“Estranged wife,” Thor shot back just as quickly. He scrubbed a massive hand over his face. It was clear they’d had this dispute before. “I need you to stay here, Sigyn. You’ll get your crack at him, I swear it, but not yet. 

Thor spotted them before the princess could get another word in. “Oh brilliant! Your knight is here!” 

The Asgardian crossed to them quickly, his hurried gait betraying his desperation to change the subject. Sigyn glared at the trio of men with disdain. She may have only married into royalty, but it appeared to Marc that Sigyn definitely had her imperial sneer down. 

“Cut the cow dung, brother. You mean my nanny.” She narrowed her gaze onto Marc. Everyone else in the room followed suit. 

Sigyn’s stare was withering. Was he supposed to bow? “Don’t you dare”, Khonshu protested. 

Marc offered his hand instead. “Marc Spector…your highness.” 

Sigyn didn’t take his hand. The princess’s face gave away nothing. Instead, she looked at Thor expectantly. 

“Lord Spector, allow me to introduce you to her royal highness Princess Sigyn of Asgard.” 

“Thanks but um, I’m not a lord.” 

Thor was thrown. “You’re a knight, aren’t you?” 

“I’m the avatar of the Egyptian god, Khonshu. Moon Knight is a title but I don’t have subjects or anything.”

Sigyn groaned. “Norns”. She swept out of the living area into what must have been a bedroom, making sure to slam the door behind her. 

Thor broke the subsequent awkward silence. 

“So now you’ve met my sister,” he sent the other men a conciliatory smile. “Technically, we’re not siblings, or really in-laws even, but she’s fast become the younger sister I never had, you know?”

“Sure,” Marc offered. 

“I’m an only child,” Agent Woo blurted. 

“Anyway, Marc, I was hoping to see Khonshu! It’s been a literal eternity since I’ve seen that crazy old bird!” Thor scanned the room.“Is he here?”

Marc glimpsed Khonshu in his periphery shaking his head. “Not now, no,” he lied. “The Ennead relocated to the Overvoid, so it’s complicated to–”

“We need to go,” a female voice tinged with an eastern European accent interrupted him. A smaller blonde woman entered in tactical gear. “Is the Princess Bride taken care of?” 

“Yes!” Thor exclaimed. “Marc Spector, Yelena Belova.” 

Yelena shook Marc’s hand. “You’re Sigyn’s personal detail?” he nodded. “You poor son of a bitch.”

“I’ve been a mercenary for over a decade, I think I can handle a catty space princess.” 

“Exactly! You’re the best there is,” Thor pulled Marc close to him. The Asgardian lowered his tone, “She’s been through a lot as of late. First her husband leaves her and then she’s transported to a different realm, in an entirely different universe where they were never wed, not to mention he’s dead here too.”

“I get it. Sort of. I got divorced recently.” Marc had no idea why he said it. Did he drink and fight about the split from Layla? Yes. But talk about it? Never. 

“Great!” The god of thunder caught himself. “It’s not great, I’m sorry, though perhaps you wanted to get divorced? Who am I kidding? Breakups are always hard. Well, they are for me, you seem like the stoic type. But it is great you two have something in common.”

The suite had nearly emptied. Before Thor followed suit, he went to Sigyn’s closed door and knocked. No answer. 

“Seeg? We’re leaving.” Still no response. Thor tried another tactic. “They may come here, you know. That’s why we need you and Marc to stay behind.” 

Sigyn’s reply came in the form of a pillow being hurled at Thor’s face that sailed through a gold hole in the top half of the door that disappeared as swiftly as it materialized.  

Bloody hell, Steven marveled at the casual use of magic. 

Thor remained undeterred, shouting “I love you, sister!” before he took his leave. 

Agent Woo headed for the door too, clapping Marc on the shoulder. “She’s all yours.”  

Marc stopped him. “Wait, you’re not staying?” 

“I thought you read the brief! It clearly outlined that this is an all-hands-on-deck situation, which is why we called you. Plus, I'm pretty sure she despises me. The door guards stay. Charge whatever you need to the room. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

Less than a minute later, the room was deserted. Marc approached Sigyn’s door. He tried knocking and calling for her, but she remained non-responsive. 

“She didn’t climb out the window, did she?” 

“The princess is still here,” Khonshu assured him before adding “unfortunately.” 

“Might as well make the best of it.” 

Marc wasted no time flopping onto the couch that probably cost more than his last car, ordering room service, and several putting pay-per-view fights on S.W.O.R.D’s tab. If he was lucky, Sigyn would stay holed up in the bedroom until everyone came back. 

Those hopes were dashed ninety minutes later when the princess emerged from her bedroom and padded into the living room. No longer in her ceremonial battle armor, Sigyn wore a simple ivory linen dress. Marc turned off the TV reflexively when she entered the room. 

Sigyn studied him, her eyes inquisitive and piercing. “You’re the Moon Knight?”

“Just Moon Knight. No ‘the’. Fuck it, just call me Marc.” 

“But there’s another man that lives within you.” 

“Yes.” 

“What’s his name?” 

“Steven.”

Sigyn nodded, digesting the information. Marc was surprised to see there were no traces of wariness or distaste on her face, simply curiosity. 

“And you both serve Khonshu?”

“I do more than he does.” 

Wouldn’t at all if it were up to me, Steven remarked, his face warped in the silver of the serving cover that the room service had been delivered under. 

“I’d like to apologize for my behavior earlier. I made a rather terrible first impression.”

“Don’t mention it. Thor told me what you’re dealing with right now.” 

An exasperated sigh escaped past Sigyn’s plump lips, “I wish he hadn’t. He treats me as if I were made of glass, it drives me mad.” 

“He cares about you.” 

She softened slightly. “It’s all too easy to forget he's not actually the brother I’ve spent the last however many years with. Otherwise he’d know.” 

“Know what?”

“That I am not a fragile, helpless princess that needs your protection, Marc.” 

He stood, went to her. Marc fought to ignore the intoxicating scent of jasmine that flooded his nostrils when he crowded his space to test her. “Oh yeah? So why haven’t you given me the slip then? 

Her sapphire eyes turned hungry. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Sigyn chuckled. She lifted her chin in an attempt to make up for the inch or so Marc had her height-wise. “You remind me of my husband. Ex-husband.” 

“Ouch,” he replied with faux hurt. 

“You strike me as a man who doesn’t take well to authority,” she explained, “so are you really going to listen to those puny Midgardian peons and keep us confined to this room?”

Marc smirked at her, but he didn’t answer Sigyn. This was a game he could play. And win.

“Perhaps you really are only a knight in name, hmm? Especially if you’re afraid of protecting a superior being who received her combat training from Odin’s elite Crimson Hawks.”

It was Marc’s turn to chuckle. She was goading him, trying to use reverse psychology. He leaned in close, hovered his lips millimeters from her ear. “Nice try.” 

Marc stepped back from her and returned to the couch. Clicked the TV back on. Before he could resume the boxing match he’d been watching, Sigyn followed him to the couch.

“Merely my only opening gambit. I’d caution you trying to play mind games with me, Marc. I was married to the god of mischief for a very long time.” 

“Sweetie, you have no idea who you’re dealing with.” 

“It’s your highness.” 

That’s it, give me the body! Jake demanded. I’m going to bend her over and–

Marc did his best to retain control of the body and cover any signs from bleeding onto his face as he stared Sigyn down. 

Khonshu didn’t make it any easier, “For once I agree with the ruffian.” 

“Marc?” 

“Yeah”

“Are you well?” 

“Never better,” he pivoted immediately. “Cards on the table, I only agreed to this because I want to know more about the godkiller–”

“Godbutcher.” 

“Excuse me?”

“He calls himself the Godbutcher”. 

“That’s a hell of a name to give yourself,” Marc mused. “Who has he butchered so far?” 

“We don’t know how many. I’ve overheard that some members of the Greek pantheon were victims. Thor refuses to tell me anything more, which means he’s afraid.” 

“Where were they going?” 

“You believe they’d tell me?”

“No I don’t, but you’re too savvy to wait to be told,” Marc pressed. “You must know something.”

The television remote flew from the table into Sigyn’s hand. She turned off the TV. “Take me to dinner and I’ll tell you all that I know. I hear the restaurant downstairs is fabulous.” 

“So you can be closer to an exit and lose me in a crowd? I don’t think so.” 

“I genuinely haven’t the faintest idea where they went,” she averred. “If I did, we likely wouldn’t be able to follow them anyhow since you don’t have the tech, nor I the magic to traverse the multiverse.” 

“They’re traveling inter-dimensionally?” 

“That’s the most I was able to glean.” 

“Why are you telling me this?” 

“Because I have been locked in these rooms for nearly four days and I am going mad,” Sigyn confessed, her eyes locked with Marc’s so he could see the truth in them. 

“The restaurant downstairs,” he agreed. Sigyn’s face lit up. “That’s it though.”

“Of course,” she flit back to her room. 

“I should have claimed Layla for my next avatar when I had the chance,” Khonshu lamented. Marc turned to face him. “You don’t use the head on your shoulders to negotiate.”

“Keep her out of your craven attempts to control me,” Marc fired back. “I’m containing Sigyn so you can go find where Thor and S.W.O.R.D. went to.” 

Khonshu cocked his skull, impressed. “Perhaps you’re not as useless as I thought.” 

The god vanished and Marc snuck over to Sigyn’s bedroom, listening through the door. She was on the phone. 

“Under Sigyn Odi–-Sigyn Frodisdottir please. No, the private dining room won’t be necessary.” 

Marc’s notion of Sigyn trying to lose him among the hotel guests wasn’t unfounded after all it seemed. He was taken aback by how gracious the princess was, however. There wasn’t a trace of the haughtiness in her tone that she’d spoken to Marc or the S.W.O.R.D agents with. 

Sigyn continued with who Marc guessed was the concierge, “I was curious if your personal shopper might be available? Wonderful! One minute, I’ll ask him–”

Her footsteps got closer and Marc launched himself through the hallway to resume his position on the couch before the door opened. When Sigyn appeared, Marc was tapping away on his phone, pretending he’d been there the entire time. 

She handed him the receiver. “The shopper requires your measurements.” 

“I thought we were just going to dinner?”

“Not with you dressed like that.”

Marc rolled his eyes. So much for Sigyn abandoning her royal airs. She retreated to her room once more and left Marc with the phone. 

He put the phone to his ear. “Don’t make me look like a douche, alright?”

*** 

It’s official. You definitely look like a douche, Jake mocked Marc’s reflection as he straightened his tie in the suite’s spare bedroom. 

I think we look sharp, Steven offered. 

“Fuck it,” Marc took off the tie and tossed it on the bed. He undid the top three buttons of the hideously expensive shirt the Claridge’s personal shopper got him instead. Sigyn would deal. 

Marc called for her, “We gotta go! You said seven, right?”

“A moment more!” Came the princess’s muffled reply through the door. 

He waited for her in the living room. Caught his reflection again on the TV screen. 

“I do look like a douche.” 

Sigyn’s door opened before Marc could change back to the clothes he arrived in. Her hair was artfully piled atop her head, exposing the golden skin of Sigyn’s shoulders since the deceptively simple, short black dress she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. 

“Don’t clean you up well.” She remarked as she approached him. 

It took Marc a moment to acknowledge that she was speaking to him. He was a professional, but this wasn’t an impetuous princess before him. Dressed in earthly clothes, Sigyn was simply a knockout. He liked this version of her better. The golden helmet and cape and shimmering gown were unnecessary adornments to her beauty. 

Jake and Steven immediately, simultaneously, demanded control of the body. It felt as if four fists were pounding on his skill from the inside. Marc didn’t blame them, but there was also no way in hell they were going to ruin the delicate connection he’d forged with Sigyn.

Who do you think you’re kidding? Jake scoffed. You want first dibs on fucking her.

Sigyn’s hand cautiously touched his arm, snapping Marc out of his thoughts. 

“Marc? Can you hear me?” Her brow was furrowed in concern. The strappy heels she wore gave her the height advantage now. 

“Yeah,” he said, “yes. Sorry.” 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.” 

“No, I want to,” the words left Marc’s lips without permission. _Get it together Spector, _he thought, it’s like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before. He needed to backpedal. “I mean, we had a deal.”

Sigyn grinned. “Shall we then?” 

The restaurant was dark and enveloping in its design - aubergine walls, low lighting, velvet seats. A singer and her small band occupied one of the corners; her sultry voice suited the ambiance of the establishment well as she serenaded its patrons. 

Marc wasted no time ordering the most expensive champagne on the menu to spite S.W.O.R.D. Once the waiter departed from the table, he got right to it. 

“So the godbutcher.”

A nervous laugh escaped Sigyn. She fidgeted, and even in the dim lighting, Marc could tell the princess was blushing. “In Asgard we usually wait for the first course before we discuss the matter at hand, Mister Spector.” 

Marc readied a retort until he caught Sigyn's fingers unconsciously drifting to her left ring finger, as if to twirl a wedding band, only to remember a moment too late it was bare. 

That’s when it occurred to him. She may be considered a goddess, but Sigyn was clearly a profoundly lonely woman. Not only had she been forsaken by her husband, as morally ambiguous as he was, she was on a strange planet in a completely different universe from hers with men in suits keeping her cooped up in a gilded cage. Why else would she not have escaped from the suite and insisted Marc dress up and take her dinner? 

He understood how she felt. All too well. But before Sigyn’s plight could truly tug on his heartstrings, Marc shut it down. He could work with this. Sigyn wanted the boyfriend experience? Marc would give her the boyfriend experience and get what he needed. 

Better give me the body, Steven entreated, only his eyes visible on the thin blade of Marc’s butterknife. You’re a bit too gruff to deliver the boyfriend experience, aren't you? 

“Shut up,” Marc whispered. 

Sigyn had heard. “Beg your pardon?” 

“Nothing,” he covered. “And I’m sorry your highness, you’re right, it was inappropriate of me to ask you right away.”

“I shouldn’t expect a Midgardian to observe the customs of a realm to which he’s never been,” she admitted. “Please call me Sigyn.”

Marc smiled a wolfish grin. He was in. 

“Nevertheless, I wish to know more about my enigmatic sentry.”

“Not much to know,” Marc deflected. His response was an automatic defense mechanism. Don’t let anyone get close, or let them learn anything they could use against him. Yet he knew he needed to give Sigyn something if he was going to coax anything useful out of her. “From Chicago, that’s in America. Do you know America? It’s um, across the-”

“I’ve heard of America,” she reassured him. 

“Served in the military which led me to mercenary work which led me into the service of Khonshu.” There. That was something.

Sigyn giggled as their waiter brought their champagne. “You say it with such simplicity.” 

“Yeah well, something tells me you’re a lot more interesting,” Marc countered.

“Is that so?” 

“You’re very different with me than you were with your brother and S.W.O.R.D.” he remarked.  

“Because you don’t look at me with pity,” Sigyn explained. “In their eyes I’m the silly, stupid woman who married the evil god because she didn’t know any better. Whereas they all saw this coming lightyears away apparently, and regard me as if I didn’t know my husband after centuries of marriage.”

“I get it,” Marc told her, making sure to catch her gaze. “I really do.”

Sigyn didn’t know what or how to ask about Marc’s…condition, so she stayed silent and took a sip of her champagne instead. 

Marc followed her line of sight to the band. A few couples had taken to the small dance floor in front of the musicians. Sigyn watched them with equal parts wonder and wistfulness. 

“Do you dance on Asgard?” 

“Yes but not like this,” Sigyn kept her eyes on the dancers. “Here it looks to be about two people merely being close to each other. On Asgard, it’s much more formal, impersonal even. The first time I met Loki he asked me to dance.” 

“Did he?” 

“I could hardly believe it.”

“Why?” When Sigyn looked at Marc in confusion, he elaborated, “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

Sigyn flushed, a mix of the alcohol and the compliment.

“My entire childhood, my mother’s complete focus was getting Thor to wed my elder sister. Which if I’m honest, I learned not to mind, since it meant I could do what I like, court who I wanted. But the shock on her face when she discovered that a prince had asked little Sigyn to dance instead of her prized Astrid,” her expression darkened, “It’s probably why I stayed with him after the shock at the wedding.’

“What do you mean?”

“The night Loki danced with me I was already betrothed to a friend of my brothers’, a fellow Crimson Hawk. Theoric. We were madly in love and Loki could see that. So he arranged for Theo to be killed in battle and posed as him. Odin married us, and it was only after we had sealed our vows that he revealed who I had actually pledged eternity to.” 

“Fuck” was all Marc could muster in response. Sigyn sent him a wan smile.

“Odin was enraged, marriage was binding but no one ought to be wed under false pretenses. So he offered me the goddess of fidelity. And I suppose because of all the resentment I harbored for my mother, I accepted. Yet I grew to love it - both my husband and my role. Odin and Frigga had begun to send me on my own diplomatic envoys before…” she swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing, “before all of this happened.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

Sigyn blinked away a tear. “Tremendous. Now you pity me too.” 

“I never said that.” 

Sigyn took another sip of her champagne. The band began a new song, the bass and strings made for an enticing mix. 

“Dance with me,” Marc said. 

“Don’t trouble yourself.”

“Sigyn.”

“I don’t wish to anymore.”

Marc stood. Reached out his hand. 

“Stand up.“ It wasn’t a request. At last, Sigyn obeyed. 

Who knew her highness is just as good at taking orders as she is giving them, Jake noted as Marc led them to join the few couples already dancing. 

Somewhere in the middle 

Think I lied a little 

Sigyn was a quick study as to where to place her hands, fighting to ensure that her face wouldn't betray just how good it felt to grip Marc’s hard but warm flesh under her hands, and the two were sidestepping together in no time. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. 

I know that I seem a little stressed out 

But you’re here now 

And you’re turning me on

Marc ignored how intoxicating Sigyn’s closeness was and focused on how to get more information out of her. It was clear she was feeling vulnerable, he needed to meet her where she was at. 

“I got divorced. Recently.”

Sigyn’s eyes found Marc’s, open and compassionate. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault,” he shrugged, “but know I do get what you’re going through.” 

Put my mind at ease 

Pretty please 

“At least with my ex-wi—with Layla, things were pretty cut and dry as to why. I couldn’t be there for her, I couldn’t protect her, now she’s mixed up in the same shit as I am” Marc shared. “But what I can’t figure out is why Loki would leave you to team up with someone who wants you all dead.” 

“Because he wants a throne,” Sigyn answered simply. “He’s always wanted a realm of his own to rule over. I suppose he believes allying himself with Gorr will not merely dispose of Thor but all deities who would challenge him.”

“But Gorr would kill him-“

“Not if Loki double-crosses him first,” Sigyn pointed out. 

She knows how he thinks, Marc noted to himself, the song’s dulcet melody filling the silence. 

If we take it further I swear I ain’t gonna break 

So baby come try me 

“But what do I know? Things had been comfortable, content between us. This could just as easily be his latest and arguably his grandest act of self-sabotage,” Sigyn mused. “A subject you seem well-acquainted with, no?” 

“Dinner, dancing, and head-shrinking? You really know how to show a guy a good time, your highness.” 

“Tell me Marc, did Layla ever say she required your protection?” 

He bristled, refusing to reply.

“I don’t know her—“

“Yeah, you don’t.”

“But I’d venture that Layla, if she married you, hardly wanted, let alone needed, your protection.”

Marc’s grip tightened on Sigyn’s waist but he said nothing. They continued to dance in silence as the band moved into a new song. 

Too much time, losing track of us

Where was the real?

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe Loki left you to protect you from what he felt he had to do?” 

“A noble thought.” The same pained smile spread across Sigyn’s lips. “But you don’t know my husband.” 

“I don’t,” he conceded, “but if our paths cross, I’ll be sure to kick his ass.” 

“By all means. If there’s anything left after I’m finished with him, that is.”

Marc laughed, instinctively holding Sigyn closer, their lips millimeters apart. The air seemed to crackle around them. 

Is it just our bodies? 

Are we both losing our minds?

Instead of bringing his mouth to hers, Marc turned his face to murmur into Sigyn’s ear. “How about we get out of here?” 

She shook her head. “Take me upstairs.” 

Is the only reason you’re holding me tonight ‘cause we’re scared to be lonely?  

Marc didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as the song came to an end, he escorted Sigyn off of the dance floor and out of the restaurant. With the way the waitstaff was fawning over the princess, he figured they’d know to put their meal on S.W.O.R.D.’s tab. 

They crossed the expansive lobby with Marc’s arm around Sigyn’s waist, but not daring to do anything more. The wait for the elevator was excruciating, he could already feel himself beginning to grow hard, but all bets were off when the larger metallic doors closed behind them. 

Their lips crashed together with a surprising amount of force, finally no longer denying their desire for each other. Sigyn’s hands gripped either side of Marc’s face, while his hands found purchase on her hips, walking her blindly back into the wall of the elevator, pressing his hard-on against her. 

A throaty moan escaped Sigyn’s mouth in between harsh, hungry kisses when she felt Marc’s erection against her hip. She grinded against him, savoring the friction, detaching their lips to whisper, “Is that all for me, Moon Knight?” 

He mouthed at her neck, encircling each of her wrists in his hands, pinning them to the wall, “Shut up.” 

Sigyn acquiesced with a giggle that suddenly morphed in a moan when Marc bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. 

The elevator doors opened to their floor with a high chime. The pair stumbled out and disconnected, Marc adjusting his jacket to try and hide his boner while Sigyn smoothed out her dress, both aware that there were still two guards posted at the other end of the hallway outside the suite. 

“Your highness,” they greeted them, opening the door for Sigyn and Marc. 

She smiled and acknowledged the guards with a nod, hoping her eyes telegraphed Sigyn’s gratitude for not commenting on their appearances. 

As soon as the door closed behind them in the suite, the two launched themselves at each other once more. This time Marc’s hands went straight under the hem of Sigyn’s dress to her ass and lifted the princess into his arms. 

“I should fuck you against the door so they can hear,” Marc growled. 

“Naughty,” Sigyn played with the hair at the nape of his neck, “spread me out on the bed first.” 

Marc obliged, carrying her into the bedroom, and depositing Sigyn on the bed with a toss. She laid back amongst the pillows, separating her legs to give Marc a glimpse of the scrap of black lace covering her as he stripped off his shirt and toed off his loafers. 

“Turn around,” he ordered. 

Sigyn did so, and Marc unzipped her dress and slid it down her shoulders, kissing every newly exposed notch of her back as he went. He slipped off her stilettos and pushed the black fabric down her hips, Marc’s mouth watering when Sigyn’s full, toned ass came into view. He snapped the strap of her flimsy thong against her golden skin, earning a shiver from Sigyn.

“This ass,” he groaned as he pulled Sigyn’s back flush with his front. Marc snaked his hands up her taut abdomen, then cupped her breasts in his large hands. 

“Marc,” she mewled as he resumed his attack on her neck. 

He teased her nipples, pinching them. “What do you want?”

She answered him by slithering out of his grasp and twisting back around on the bed, sitting back on her heels. Sigyn’s hands went straight to Marc’s belt, undoing the strip of leather and unzipping his fly. She reached inside, taking his massive, insistent bulge in hand through Marc’s boxer-briefs, squeezing him through the fabric.

“Fuck,” he grunted. 

Sigyn withdrew only to pull his pants and underwear down, Marc aiding her and by kicking them off. He stood before her in all of his glory, and a wicked, satisfied glint flashed in Sigyn’s eyes when she was able to take in Marc’s member without any obstruction. She bit her lip unconsciously - he was uncut and thick. An errant thought danced through her mind —she owed her sort-of brother-in-law an apology and her heartiest gratitude for pairing them together. 

Concentrating back on the task before her, Sigyn pumped Marc a few times, climbed off the bed, and knelt before him. She brought her lips to his head tracing the shape of her mouth before laving kitten licks up his length. 

Marc gazed down at Sigyn through hooded lids as his cock slipped between her lips and she bobbed up and down. He rested a hand on the back of Sigyn's head, guiding her eager mouth along the length of his dick. Shit she was good at this. 

Well, she is a thousand-year-old goddess, Steven pointed out, probably had loads of time to practice. 

The last thing Marc wanted to do was think about Sigyn with another man, the thought prompted him to begin thrusting into the warm, wet suction of the princess’s mouth. She moaned. 

C’mon, fuck her mouth, Jake urged in Steven’s absence. 

As if she could read their thoughts, Sigyn grasped onto the globes of Marc’s ass and pulled him deeper. His eyes rolled back in his head as she proceeded to deep throat him. Did Asgardians not have gag reflexes? 

Marc could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. He pulled himself from between Sigyn’s plush lips, but the princess looking up at him with her wide sapphire orbs and glistening pout was nearly enough to undo Marc. 

“Wanna come in your pussy,” he offered as an explanation, lifting Sigyn to her feet and pushing back onto the bed again. This time, he covered her body with his, Marc’s hand slipping down to her underwear, toying with Sigyn’s clit through the lace. 

She let out a breathy cry, both relieved and riled up that her core was getting some much-needed attention. Marc’s dexterous fingers continued playing with her while another slipped between her folds, earning another keen from the princess. He proceeded to rip the thong clean off her body and redouble his efforts by thrusting two fingers inside of Sigyn. She canted her hips to meet his strokes, just as hungry for this as he was. 

“Sigyn,” he murmured. 

“Hgggnnn,” came her incredibly coherent reply. 

“We need protection.” 

Her eyes popped open, her brow creasing. “From what?”

“Sexually transmitted diseases,” he explained, “and pregnancy.” 

“Our kind can’t contract any diseases from yours,” she panted. Marc hadn’t ceased his ministrations and hit a particularly delectable spot inside of her. “And I take a – um, tincture. F-f-for contraception.” 

His thumb drew circles around her clit. “Fuck me already, Marc,” she demanded. 

Marc was all too eager to acquiesce. He withdrew his fingers from Sigyn, inserting them into her eager mouth while he lined himself up with her dripping core. Sigyn licked Marc’s digits clean, treating him to more insistent, needy moans as he ran the head of his cock through her wetness. 

At last Marc sank into Sigyn’s tight cunt. She felt just as heavenly as he’d imagined she would, her walls clinging to his shaft in a vice-like grip, encouraging him to sheath himself further. 

As Marc pulled out to thrust back in deeper, Sigyn wrapped an arm around his neck and brought their mouths together once again. They collided in a mess of teeth and tongues, Sigyn breaking the liplock only when Marc picked up the pace of his hips, her neck thrashing to the side. 

It felt as though Marc was consuming her, spearing her apart with his thick girth, and she loved it. What they shared felt more primal than her lovemaking with Loki had been as of late. Sex was a tactic or carefully calculated move in the chess game that her marriage had become, with Marc it seemed that they needed each other equally as badly, and for the same reason. To forget someone else. 

And with a face like that and the way Marc pistoned his fat cock into her, Sigyn had no problem with forgetting everything except the stretch in her pussy, Marc’s dark, unflinching gaze, and the pair of bulging biceps that held her wrists above her head. 

“You’re so strong,” Sigyn exhaled. 

Marc grunted a reply, continuing to hammer into her. 

“But so am I,” Sigyn smirked as broke free of his grasp, flipping them over so she was on top. She canted her hips and pinned Marc’s wrists just as he had hers, a devilish grin playing across her kiss-bruised lips.

Despite the hot thrill that raced down Marc’s spine at having a partner who could match his strength and the view of Sigyn’s tits bouncing in time with his thrusts, he wasn’t going to let her get away with it. 

“Oh no you don’t,” Marc rolled them over again, splaying Sigyn back on the bed. He hooked the backs of her knees in the bends of his elbows to spread her legs wider and pounded in deeper. 

Sigyn threw her head back against the bed’s downy comforter. “Norns, Marc, yes.” 

But Marc was unable to shake the idea of fucking the Asgardian against the wall. He collected her in his arms and carried her to the wall opposite the bed. Sigyn’s breath hitched when Marc re-entered her and resumed his punishing pace. She clenched around him even harder, relishing the contrast between the rigid, polished wood paneling at her back and Marc’s searing flesh, damp with sweat, pressing into her front. 

Marc was unrelenting in his assault on Sigyn’s pussy, driving his hips into her, earning a hybrid of a moan and shriek when the tip of his cock found her g-spot. He focused there with his thrusts, swallowing Sigyn’s cries and moans as he impaled her. Though initially Marc has wanted the guards to hear just how well he was fucking her royal highness, he’d changed his mind. Now he wanted all of Sigyn’s sweet little sounds for himself. 

Particularly sweet was the sound of slick slap on skin-on-skin from where they were joined. “Do you hear that?” Marc asked her, his voice gravel. It sent another shudder through Sigyn. “You’re so wet for me baby, you gonna come on my cock?” 

Sigyn pulled Marc closer to her, digging her manicured nails into the thick muscles of his traps. “Make me.” 

The Asgardian’s challenge spurred Marc to redouble his efforts, holding Sigyn up with his pistoning hips and only one arm, the other shooting straight down to her clit. He rubbed rough, persistent circles into the nub, prompting Sigyn’s cunt to clench around him so tightly he could barely thrust. 

Marc didn’t mind though, he ground his hips into hers and continued his stream of filthy goading, “You like that? ‘Cause I love the way your tight cunt is squeezing me. Come on, cream on my cock baby.”

Sigyn snapped with a loud, unprincess-like wail as she came, her pussy spasming around Marc’s hot length inside her. Her orgasm rushed like a roaring flame through her veins, her nails digging so deep into Marc’s shoulders she nearly drew blood. Marc didn’t stop grinding his dick into her core as Sigyn came, prolonging her release as he chased his. She didn’t know how long it took for the blinding euphoria to settle, but when Sigyn regained coherence Marc was still frantically fucking into her. 

Despite the oversensitivity beginning to set into her groin, Sigyn tightened around his pulsing dick again and urged him on, “Marc, wanna feel you.” 

That did it - not a moment later was Marc painting her walls with his hot seed. He slammed his free hand against the wall and his chest vibrated with a deep groan as he emptied himself inside of Sigyn, the climax so good he could forget about Khonshu, his divorce, and the impending threat of the Godbutcher, if only for a moment. 

Marc gathered the remains of his strength and walked them back over to the bed, his softening cock still inside Sigyn. This time he lay her on the now mussed duvet much more gingerly, and extracted himself from her just as carefully. 

They lay beside each other, looking into each other’s eyes for the right thing to say. This was so not how Marc thought tonight would go when he got the call from Agent Woo, but he was not complaining. 

Marc spoke first. “How do you feel?” 

Sigyn smiled - not an imperious smirk, nor the grin she used to mask her pain when talking about Loki. A genuine, unguarded smile. “Very good.” 

“Just very good?” Marc scoffed with mock offense.

“Very very good,” Sigyn assured him with a kiss. “Wonderful, even. Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Marc found it too easy to get lost in Sigyn’s eyes. “I am famished, though.” 

“You did work up quite the appetite, Mister Spector,” Sigyn remarked. She sat up, pushing herself off of the bed. “Order us something, I’m going to clean up.” 

What a gentleman you are, Steven fumed, leaving her to fend for herself as soon as you’re finished. 

Marc sat up as well, eschewing firing back at Steven that he barely wasn’t a virgin anymore, and grabbed Sigyn’s wrist as she headed toward the en-suite. “I can get you–”

“It’s no trouble,” she told him. She gestured to her now thoroughly wrecked updo. “Besides I should tend to this.”

“Wait, let me…” Marc slid his fingertip along the inside of Sigyn’s thigh where his release had trickled out of her. She bent over obediently and sucked it clean, making Marc’s spent cock twitch in a valiant attempt to harden again so soon.

He enjoyed the view of the naked princess traipsing into the bathroom, then grabbed the in-room phone.

 Part 2 

A/N: The night’s just getting started for Sigyn and the Moon Boys... 

[armpirate]

UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 28

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Warnings: Dirty talk, vaginal sex, second first time

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MASTERLIST

Although I was sure I wouldn't need a jacket today, I feel the hairs on my arm lift when it doesn't get any warmer inside the car -at least compared to the temperature outside. So I move my arm and start messing with some buttons, just to turn on the heat.

—It's not working? —Jungkook asks, confused.

—No.

I rest my spine back to the backrest as he moves to deal with those buttons himself. One hand touching every button and the other controlling the wheel, all while his eyes move from the road to the center console.

—It's not working —he confirms—. Hold the wheel.

—What?

But he barely gives me time to react. He moves his hand away, and I rush to hold it so the car doesn't divert to the sideway. Jungkook tries to take off his jacket fast, just so he could leave it on my thighs and hold the wheel again.

—Thanks.

—I told you you'd be cold without a jacket.

I press my lips together, squinting my eyes at him, after that smart ass response; something that only makes him chuckle.

—How are you feeling? —he asks, once he drives past the welcome sign to my town.

After that question, there's only one word that comes to mind. I know how fucked up that word is, and how it'll only show off how rotted humans are.

—Cozy, thanks for the jacket —I smile at him.

—You know what I'm asking.

I sigh, knowing I wouldn't get away with the joke.

—Relieved —I answer with a thin voice—. These days I was thinking I was the one in that bed, the possibility of being in Amber's position was killing me. So knowing that I wasn't, learning that I was the lucky one out of the two in that situation is a relief —I scoff, moving my eyes to the dark road—. I know how fucked up that is.

—It doesn't make you a bad person though. You're relieved it wasn't you, but it doesn't mean you're glad it happened to your friend —he tilts his head—. You and your friend were victims, on different lengths of the word, but you were.

The rest of our way back home is quiet, just like our way here. But it's not the same type of silence, this time we just aren't talking because we have nothing to talk about, so the music is enough. We don't need to talk right now. At least until he complains out loud, throwing his head back for one second as a loud "Ashh" leaves his lips.

—What? —I ask confused.

—I forgot I had to retouch some designs —he turns to me—. Do you mind if I make a quick stop at the studio?

—No, you can't —I say with a straight face.

I know he doesn't buy whatever I'm trying to do, because he gives me a quick warning look before he moves his eyes back to the road.

—'Course you can.

He parks in front of the tattoo studio just a few minutes later, and asks me whether I want to go with him or wait here. And since he said he wouldn't take long, I decide to wait for him in the car. I wanted to send Jimin an email anyway to make the appointment for the next session.

Not even five minutes later, he gets my attention by opening the car door and getting in. He hands me the drawing book he generally uses for his designs, before he starts the engine again. Since he doesn't say a word, I start going through his designs, finding several that get my attention.

—They all are so good —I mention.

—I know —he scoffs.

—That's why I can't be nice with you.

—Yet you always are.

In the middle of our bickering, his phone rings. He clicks his tongue, pissed off at whoever is bothering him right now, and gives me his phone so I check and tell him what it is about.

Opening the conversation, I saw that Mark was reminding him to close the studio and set the alarm before he leaves.

—I always do —he complains in a murmur.

While he's driving and concentrating, a doubt that never crossed my mind comes up when I'm holding his phone, with everything open and accessible. Until now, I never even thought about the possibility of him meeting other girls while we were seeing each other, not even when the deal started.

But he planted an enticement right at the palm of my hand.

I will check, but just the general conversations list. Nothing else.

It's totally empty. I mean, it's not totally empty, but it's quite obvious he hasn't been chatting to any other girls. The most recent conversations are the ones with Mark and Soo, not even Leslie is at the top.

—What are you doing?

—Nothing.

—I told you I'm not talking to anyone else —he sings, aware that I haven't found anything suspicious.

He chuckles when I give him his phone back, and I think he might keep silent for a while, but he starts talking soon after.

—So, cocktease, we have two options —I raise an eyebrow when I hear him say that—. Either you sleep at my house or I sleep at yours.

—Or you can sleep at yours and I sleep at mine.

—That won't be possible —he fakes a sigh—. Because I really want to sleep with you tonight.

And I don't know what's cuter: the way he's saying it with those pouts, or what he's saying. All I'm sure of is that my cheeks are burning right now, and I might be looking totally stupid by the way I'm smiling.

—Your house is nearer.

He smiles wide enough to make one of his dimples totally visible, along with that mole under his lower lip.

✸ ✸ ✸

Although it's been a long time since we both went to sleep, Jungkook keeps rolling on the bed, moving the sheets with his body every time. When I turn, he's facing me, eyes still open and lips slightly parted.

—You can't sleep? —I ask, seeing him shaking his head.

—You either?

It's the first time we sleep together after what happened, and it'd be a lie to say he doesn't have any effect on me. Because right now everything I'm able to think about is how good his lips used to feel on mine. How soft and spongy they are.

—You keep looking at my lips.

My eyes go straight to his as he says that, finding them squinted, with small wrinkles on their ends, as he smiles.

—I didn't say you had to stop doing it.

—I know —I whisper—. You're also looking at my lips —I point out, making one corner of his lips curve up.

His brown eyes kept moving down to my mouth, tracing my face under his gaze until his eyes reach my plumped lips eager for him.

—It's either looking at them or kissing them —he whispers.

—Why can't you do both?

—That's a really good idea.

—Right?

He nods, moving closer to me, letting his warm breath prepare me for the kiss. Jungkook gives me a soft and short peck, caressing my lips with his, making it so delicately it makes me eager for more. When he moves his face back, I move forward to trap him again, sucking his lower lip to push him closer to me, back to where he should be.

I know he's being cautious with every move, I know it by the way he's placing his hand on my waist and the way he's barely moving his mouth right now, although he wants to kiss me just as bad as I do.

I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I kiss him passionately, slowly but so deep that it'd seem I'm only get oxygen from him. And I wouldn't mind it if I did.

Jungkook is into it as much as I am. I know it by the way his hand keeps lowering down the curve of hip, bringing me closer to his body. He moves away every time I try to sneak my tongue in his mouth, smirking when I whine the third time he does it. He hovers a little over me, finally kissing me the way I've been dying for him to kiss me. His tongue tracing my lower lip, to finally sneak in, does something to my body it never did before.

The palm of his hand covers my belly under his oversized t shirt, keeping me in place when I start moving against his body. But that only encourages me to lift one of my legs, letting it rest over his lap near his crotch, and I know that causes something in him instantly by the way he's smiling before he sticks his tongue in my mouth again.

His fingers ghost my slit over my panties, and I'm sure that's even worse than having him directly touching me, because of the way my whole body jumped for him.

—What? You liked that? —he moves his fingers the same way.

I nod, pulling his face to kiss him again. And just like he bends over to take my lips, one of his hands pulls my panties down. And the same way his hands went down, they go up again over my body, raising my t-shirt just enough to expose my tits. My breathing goes even heavier when he starts squeezing my breast, while his tongue in my mouth is close to take me to a different dimension.

But just like he's doing it, I do it, too.

I move my knee closer to his crotch again, finding him getting harder with every innocent stroke I make. He sucks my lips with hunger, but directly goes from my mouth to my nipple in a blink of an eye, barely giving me time to digest he's just broken the kiss, before he's sucking my bud as if it were a competition on who can tease the other more.

And he's winning. Fuck, yes, of course he's winning.

With no effort, he moves my body so I'm straddling him. The cold air hitting my wet nipples directly makes them even harder, sending that sensation straight to my core, that clenches over the thin fabric of his blue boxers.

Jungkook pulls from his t-shirt, leaving me completely naked, before he drags me back down to his mouth so he can kiss me again. But like him, I love teasing, and a little play hurts nobody. So I break the kiss, moving my head back every time he tries to trap my lips with his.

His eyebrows are slightly furrowed as I start humping against him, giving my needy clit the friction it needs, and knowing perfectly fine the mess I'm making on his boxers with my wetness. I kiss his cheek, the mole down his lip, his chin, and trace his jaw with the tip of my tongue until I reach his earlobe.

And I'm so fucking sure he loved that by the way his cock twitches against me.

—Y/n, babe... —his raspy voice calls me.

—Hmm? —I bite his earlobe, stealing a low moan from him.

—Kiss me.

Just as if he's just thrown a spell on me, I go straight to his lips. The kiss goes messier with every move of my hips, it gets sloppier as I feel I'm closer to my high. But Jungkook doesn't stop me. He even lifts his lips and grinds against me, against a particular spot that needs close to nothing to make me explode.

My moans get drowned on his lips as I cum on his boxers, freeing myself.

He's still kissing me, cupping my face with his hands, to make sure I'm not going anywhere. And it's not like I was planning to.

This isn't over. And he knows it. Despite him being unsure of what I want to do, he's well aware this isn't over. Not when he made me reach so high just by touching me.

—You sure?

When he drops that question and I look into his darkened eyes, I can see the concern and worry among the pleasure and lust.

—Yes —I give him a peck on his chin—. I want to fuck you.

He smirks at the way I used my words, before he moves my body over his belly so he can take off his drenched boxers. With barely any effort, he sits on the bed with me still straddling him, and lifts my body again so my legs are wrapped around his body.

—Do everything I tell you —he warns me—. Don't close your eyes. I don't care how fucked out I make you feel. Keep your eyes always on me.

Jungkook opens up the shiny wrapping, and takes out the condom carefully, wrapping it around his cock in such an attractive way that it's almost hypnotizing.

—It'll be just us —he kisses my shoulder.

His fingers move from my thighs to my ass, lifting my body over his cock, until the tip rests against my entrance.

—Put it in, baby.

My hand trembles when reaching for him, reminding of what happened last time we tried it. But his eyes glow with comfort and reassurance, he fights to take me back to right now.

With my other free hand, I hold onto his shoulder, and Jungkook moves me down slowly. I feel his dick stretching me out, the feeling hurts and burns at first, easily perceived on my face by the way Jungkook says:

—Eyes on me —he first warns me, when he sees me attempting to close my eyes—. When you need time, pat my shoulder and I will stop.

But I don't make him stop, and let him move me down slowly. He slides in, letting me take him inch by inch, getting used to his size at such a slow pace that it feels comforting for me. And it must be so hard for him. Not only because of how slow we are going, but how he's insisting on lifting all my weight. and even if he's a strong guy, the effort is clearly seen on his face, with his lips pressed, and one of the veins on his neck a bit more marked than usual.

We both gasp when he's fully in, stretching me the most I ever thought I could be stretched. And although it's an annoying ache, it feels so fucking good how the shiverings go through my body when we're fully connected.

—You're okay?

As I nod, he avoids kissing my lips, and instead kisses the corner of my mouth. He lifts my body again, and does the exact same thing a few more times, until he makes sure I can handle the thrusts going faster, until I grind my hips down looking for a faster move.

—You feel so fucking good, cocktease —he moans—. You're so tight, yet you took me so well. Gonna fuck me just as good?

Jungkook rubs his nose against mine, eyes fixed on me all the time as I start trying to move by myself while holding onto his neck and shoulder. The first moves in this new position are clumsy, arrhythmic... Embarrassing.

—Move like this.

He cups my ass with his hands again, controlling my moves, teaching me how to do it so his cock hits deeper. In less than three minutes, we both turn into a moaning mess. And I never thought there would ever be something better to listen to than music, but the way he's whimpering and moaning is making me want to record him so I can hear him forever.

My head unconsciously falls back, the feeling of his cock pushing further everytime I move down is too much to handle. But I'm forced to look back to him when a hard slap burns my upper thigh and ass. Holding my hair, to keep my head straight and my eyes fixed on his, he moans directly into my mouth.

—Let me see how good it feels —he kisses my jaw—. And see how good you're making me feel.

—Kook, your cock feels so good —I hold onto his arms, with my nails digging on his skin.

—Fuck, cum with me, babe —his voice cracks while he speaks.

Our moans get louder with every move of our bodies, with every touch... My hips move by themselves at this point, looking for our high as if my life depended on it right now.

And it's right here, in this moment, while we're holding each other's stare, no matter how fucked out we look, right when we both explode that I understand why he moved to this position despite of being the most uncomfortable one. I can see his high covering his watery eyes as his cock twitches inside of me for his release. We're so close, so all over each other, there's absolutely nowhere else to look, nothing else to think about. He didn't let me.

Still sitting on the bed, still hugging each other, I feel my body relaxing with his, under his gentle caresses on my back and the soft kisses on my shoulder.

—Was I good? —I ask, with a shaky breath.

—You were perfect —I feel him smiling on my skin—. Was it okay? Did I hurt you?

—No —I giggle, resting my cheek on his shoulder—. It was great.

—Thank you —he whispers.

Confused by that, I move back so I can look him straight in the eyes. Jungkook moves one of my locks behind my ear, gently touching my cheek before speaking again.

—Thank you for trusting me both times.

I pull him into a kiss again, playing with his long locks the same way he's playing with mine. He smiles into the kiss, making my stomach jump to my throat when he does that. It should be illegal to be so hot and cute at the same time.

And I'm finally aware that this, what happened right here, could make our deal take a shift. And although I try not to think about it, I know it's something we'll have to discuss. 

[kiankiwi]

Storytime with Elvis

(So this isn’t part of any of the AUs or really based on anything; it was just an idea that was begging to be written. Apologies if it seems a little unpolished in spots; I sort of wrote this on a whim. I sure hope you like it!)

Erin was in a panic.

At first, the morning had been going well; the Cozy Corner bookstore had opened as usual, and the usual amount of customers had been milling around the place. 

But today was a special day. 

Dr. Seuss himself was going to be making a visit to the bookstore to do a storytime of his books “Green Eggs and Ham” and “The Cat in the Hat” for a local charity to support literacy in young children. Local families had been piling in with their kids for the last hour, putting 20 dollars (or whatever they could afford) into the donation box in order to get in. The special chair had been set up and everything. Now, all they had to do was wait for him to arrive. 

The problem was, he was running late. He was supposed to arrive at 12:30, and it was almost 1 pm. Erin had been told he was a punctual man, and preferred to just get in and out, so this didn’t seem like him to be running this far behind.

Then suddenly, about 20 minutes before the storytime was set to begin, Laura (one of the bookstore’s employees) came rushing up to her boss with the phone in her hand, looking panicked. Erin was readjusting some books on a shelf, trying to keep herself busy.

“Miss Erin? We’ve got a problem.”

“What is it?”

“Um…Mr. Seuss isn’t coming.”

Erin nearly dropped the stack of books she was holding.

“Wait, what? Laura, this isn’t the time for jokes right now; I’m on edge as it is.”

“Boss, trust me, I wish I was joking. His agent just called; apparently he’s got a sore throat this morning. He thinks he’s got the flu, so he can’t make it in.”

Erin banged her fist on the nearby bookshelf; she nearly swore, but just barely managed to keep it in when she remembered there were several little kids around.

“Ugh, shi—shittake mushrooms! Why did he have to cancel right before he was supposed to come here? He couldn’t have called us yesterday?!”

Sighing, she tried to compose herself and figure out what to do.

“Okay, okay, okay. I think first, we have to tell the audience there’s been a problem and that he’s not coming. You start giving the donations back—“

Suddenly, a male voice cut in as she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Excuse me, miss?”

Erin turned around to see a dark-haired man in sunglasses and a purple suit looking at the two of them; he had a bunch of flashy-looking rings on his fingers and carried a cane in his right hand, and seemed to be accompanied by a few other men.

Flustered, Erin tried to step out of the way.

“Oh, sorry, did you guys want to get by?”

“No, it’s just…hang on a sec, I can’t see with these damn things on—“

The man took off his glasses, and Laura let out a gasp; Erin looked at him in shock as she finally recognized him.

She couldn’t believe it. Elvis Presley himself was standing in her bookstore. 

He continued, “Miss, I’m sorry, but I—I kinda came in here with my guys on a whim, and I couldn’t help overhearing. Is something wrong?”

Erin sighed; at this point, she reasoned, she had no reason to lie to him.

“Well…yes. See, you probably saw the signs outside about the storytime for charity today, and, well—“

“And the special guest ain’t showin’ up?”

“No. And right now we’re not sure what to do. I mean, I hate to disappoint everyone who showed up, but I guess the best choice is for us to just give the money back.”

Elvis scratched his chin for a minute, looking at Erin’s nametag.

“Miss…Erin? What books was he supposed to read, if you don’t mind me askin’?”

Erin looked a little surprised at the question. “Uh, just “Green Eggs and Ham” and “The Cat in the Hat”. Why?”

“Well, I was thinkin’…Maybe I could do it? That way, you don’t have to give the money back. I mean, I’ve read these books to my guys’ kids a million times; I pretty much know ‘em by heart at this point.”

Erin looked shocked. “A-Are you sure?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s no big deal. No reason to disappoint these people if ya don’t have to. Besides, I ain’t got nowhere to go for a bit.”

One of the guys behind him cut in, “Wait, boss, don’t you gotta be at the studio today?”

“Nah, not till three; besides, it ain’t gonna kill ‘em if I push it back an hour or two.”

Erin and Laura shared a glance, before shrugging. Laura spoke up.

“Uh, well, okay, if you want to, you’ve got it. I gotta say, though, we can’t really pay you much; we’ve only got about like 2 grand for—“

Elvis cut her off. “Don’t you worry about that right now; just tell me where I’m supposed to go.”

Still confused, and trying to figure out if this was really happening, both Erin and Laura led him to the curtain right behind the “stage” where the reading chair was. Laura, bewildered and nervous, came out to announce the “special guest”.

“Okay, well…um, due to an unforseen circumstance, unfortunately Dr. Seuss couldn’t make it today, but a, uh…a special guest has kindly volunteered to take his place to read today, and, um, to add to the fun, I’m…not gonna tell you who it is! Uh, so, uh, Mystery Guest, come on out!”

Erin sighed and slapped her forehead at how unprofessional the whole thing sounded, but Elvis seemed to not even notice as he walked out, causing a small stir among the moms and dads sitting in the audience; it seemed they were as surprised as the bookstore employees that the great Elvis Presley was going to be reading to them and their kids.

He gave a small bow and his usual cheeky, charming smile, before sitting down in the reading chair and picking up “Green Eggs and Ham”. He read with all the care and excitement of an experienced storyteller, even pausing to show the kids the illustrations in the book; Erin couldn’t help but laugh when he pointed out one picture and told the kids, “Now, see, he was gonna punch Sam-I-Am, but he walked away. That’s what you do when you’re mad, you don’t hit people; you just walk away with it.”

Erin smiled; she couldn’t help but think this storytime was turning out to be much better than they’d ever expected.

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This was so unique and cute! Thank you for writing it!!! <3 @arianatheangel-girl you’re so talented 

[braveclementine]

Chapter 7

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

The house in question was a small one, that was still abandoned with a FOR SALE sign in the front yard. I slipped into the house using Alohomora, and then headed upstairs to the bedroom. The furniture had all been moved out, so I simply used the few blankets I had to make a small bed for Remus. He looked adorable, all trundled up in the blankets. 

I sat on the floor and cried. The stress of everything that I had gone through caught up to me. I couldn't sleep, consistently having nightmares about the dungeons. I worried about Severus and I also worried about Lucius. 

I hoped that Severus  made him the potion quickly and I hoped that Lucius was able to recover in time. I knew from the little research that I had done, that the potion usually took effect in less than forty-eight hours. That was promising. It just depended on how fast Severus could get the ingredients. 

I tried not to focus to much on the rapes. I wasn't sure if the ability to focus on other things like taking care of Remus or planning out the future was a good thing or a bad thing. Did it mean I wasn't coping with it and pushing it away until it became detrimental? Or did it just mean I was strong enough to move past it? 

Somehow, I felt I was moving past it, too easily. Which probably meant that I was dealing with it the wrong way. 

It took Trang three days to show up on my doorstep. When she slipped into the house, she gave me a heart attack as she called out my name. I pointed my wand in her face unapologetically. "When did you find out I was a witch?" 

"Technically, I didn't know you were a witch until we were in the summer of our fourteenth birthdays." Trang rattled off quickly. "However, I knew something was fantasy like in your family when I was on a camping trip with my family and I watched your father turn into a werewolf." 

I sighed in relief, pulling her into a hug. She hugged me back tightly and we went back upstairs. 

She had packed everything I'd left behind at the Burrow, which also contained books and journals. I had notes on the upcoming year. Dates and timelines so I knew when I needed to start brewing the Felix Felicis potion for Dad, Tonks, and several of the others. 

We moved house after that, leaving the small one behind. We found a house that was for rent near Kings Cross. We paid for only a month since that was how long we were going to be there. Since it was already complete with furniture and the likes, we didn't need to worry about that. 

I was the one who paid for the house while Trang and Remus waited around the corner. It was only after the real estate agent had left, did Trang come around the corner with Remus in her arms. 

We had already agreed that I needed to be the one to do things, but not have Remus with me. Me, a natural Brit was perfectly fine. Especially since I looked and acted older than my real age. But if I had Remus with me, there would be questions and curiosity around me. A single teenage girl with a baby? 

And Trang was out of the question since she was definitely looked like a foreigner. Vietnamese, living in Britain, with a mix of Vietnamese- British- American accent combined. She would stand out too. 

We settled into the new house in comfort. We kept the doors and windows locked with alarms on every single ones. They were special wizarding alarms that would sound only inside the house, not outside so the Muggles weren't alerted. The only people that needed to be warned of intruders were us. 

It was actually a nice month. I would go out and get the groceries- once again by myself- and then we would cook and eat in the kitchen. We could watch movies on the telly. Read books upstairs in the bed. There was a crib so Remus had a comfortable place to sleep. 

There was also a park nearby and every few days we would walk down there together with Remus and we'd take turns pushing him in the baby swings. If anybody ever inquired about us, I would say that he was my baby brother and that me and my friend were taking him out. 

There was never anyone suspicious around the park. It was always families with children. And unless the Death Eaters were taking Polyjuice Potion to be a child too (which I couldn't see), we were perfectly safe here. 

It wasn't until about three days before we were going to leave for Hogwarts did Trang and I finally discuss the plan. 

"I was thinking," Trang said as we sat on the bed. I had been reading a Stephen King book while eating Salt and Vinegar crisps with tea. She had been sketching a little in a notepad, but was taking a break. Remus was already fast asleep in the room, so the lights were dim and the curtains were pulled. "We could make our way to Vietnam. I have family there. I haven't met them, but we've contacted through letters over the years. We could stay there until the war is over." 

"If that's what you would like to do, I won't stop you." I said softly, closing the book over my finger, holding my spot. "But I have to go to Hogwarts Trang." 

I hesitated and she waited. "I. . . There are things there that I need. Potion ingredients and, well, most importantly. . . Severus. I need to make more Felix Felicis." 

"For the war?" Trang questioned carefully. 

"For people I love who die in the war." I whispered softly. "It's. . . Trang this battle. This war if that's what we want to call it. . . I am going to lose everyone if I don't do something about it. Dad, Tonks, Fred, friends, and especially Severus. And his life will be the hardest to save." 

"Elizabeth. . . why didn't you tell me?" Trang asked softly. 

"Because I didn't want to ruin your summer, ruin the wedding." I sighed. "Because even Dad and Tonks and Severus don't know. I could never tell them. I have plans. Dad, Tonks, and Fred are the easiest to save. Give them some Felix Felicis and they should be fine. Maybe stun them and throw them in some broom closest just for safe measure. But Severus. . ." 

I trailed off, thinking over Severus' death. The window period between Nagini biting him and me being able to save him was small. I knew it was pertinent to the future that Voldemort had to believe Severus was dead. 

So I had Felix Felicis, which I could shove down his throat and hope that luck would be enough to save him. I had Fawkes, which meant that while Severus was swallowing the luck potion, his tears would be healing him. And I had a special rune knife that I was going to use to carve runes into his neck and heart. 

I shook my head, "Anyways, I have to go to Hogwarts. But I understand if you want to part ways from here." 

"Lizzy." Trang sighed, taking my hand into hers. "I'm with you till the end of the line." 

And that was the end of that. 

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"Okay, you ready?" Trang asked, looking at the packed trunks along with the basket. 

"No, but we need to go." I sighed, cuddling Remus close. "Come on. Before it gets to crowded." 

We made sure we had packed up everything that we had brought with us, and then exited the house for the last time. 

It was a dreary day out, so no one was going to look twice at us with our hoods pulled up over our heads. 

The plan was clear and simple: Trang would get on the train, accompanied by a cat. She would keep her luggage with her, which would contain a wicker basket that had been poked with three hundred and fourteen holes so that Remus could breathe safely. 

She would find an empty compartment- easy since we would be there earlier than most other people- and pull the shade down. I would transform back and hold Remus in my arms. The door would be stuck for three seconds, giving me enough time to put Remus back in the basket and curl up on top of the lid as a cat before anyone came in. 

I kept Remus in my arms until the last second, before Trang looked around discreetly. I kissed Remus' forehead, placing him gently into the basket. 

"Let's make this quick." I warned Trang, before putting the lid down, turning into a cat, and jumped on top of it. 

Trang walked briskly through the station, looking like a woman on a mission. She got half a dozen side-eye glances. Perhaps partly from her having a cat as part of her luggage, or perhaps because she wasn't native British- in their minds- like the others around them. But no one paid close enough attention to her to make me nervous. 

She paused near the platform, going and leaning on the wall, falling backwards through platform 9 3/4, before pulling the rest of the trolley through. 

The platform was nearly empty, devoid of most anyone except for a couple of extremely nervous, early bird first years and a few older students who had badges on their chests. So prefects and Head boys and girls. 

Trang was quick in leaving the trolley out there, picking up the basket, which I leapt off of. I padded after her as she found a compartment near one of the many exit doors of the train. Once inside, I immediately became human again, scooping Remus up out of the basket. I checked him over, fawning and fretting, but he was perfectly fine, having a little tired smile for me. 

"It's okay sweetheart." I murmured, holding him close to me. "We're going to be okay. You're going to get to see daddy soon." 

Trang tapped a code on the door quickly, before slipping back in, this time with her luggage. Then she tapped the compartment door with her wand so that we could see out of it, but no one could see in- like a two way mirror. 

Trang slumped in her seat, exhausted. Neither of us had gotten much sleep over the worry of the planning. 

I hid in the beginning once again as the Trolley witch came around. Trang bought lots of milk chocolate frogs, licorice, and Sour Crawley animals (sour sugared coloured animals that moved!) along with four flasks of pumpkin juice. 

When the witch had gone, I dug into the Crawley animals, unceremoniously decapitating an elephant as I bit the gummy in half. Trang meanwhile, snapped a chocolate frog in half and stuck a piece of it in her mouth to suck on it. 

Halfway through the ride, Ginny came into the compartment. She was relieved to see us and we all hugged. I shared parts of the story of me being in the Death Eaters mansion, but I couldn't bring myself to tell them about the rapes, not even when I'd promised Lucius I would spread the story about him. I just couldn't.

Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan found us soon too, though more near the end of the train ride. 

"Look." I said as the train started to slow down and the others were starting to gather our luggage. "I'm not. . . here to attend school. I have some things I need to get and then I'm gone. I just need some help getting into the castle. And, well it would obviously be great if no one but the four of you know that I was ever here." 

"Of course. Just tell us what we need to do." Ernie said seriously. 

"Well, the first step is getting to the castle." I said. "I have a way of doing that. But we'll need the carriage to ourselves." 

"Done." Ernie said, puffing his chest out with the Headboy badge on it. I bit my bottom lip so I didn't giggle. 

"Let me carry Remus." Ginny offered, holding her arms out. She didn't have much luggage and since I would be an animal, she was the best person to do it. I carefully handed the basket over to her. She propped the lid up an inch, her fingers pressed against the back so it wouldn't slide off. 

"Great." I murmured. "Ernie, you lead the way." 

I shrunk down into a cat and allowed Trang to carry me. 

Once we were safely in the carriage, I turned back to being human. Susan and Ernie both gave verbal exclamations at me being an Animagus. 

All to soon, we were nearing the castle. My heart started to pound in my chest and I was shaking with nerves. This was ridiculously dangerous. But it was also the only way. 

"Okay." Trang said, her voice shaking as the carriage rolled to a stop. "Let's go." 

I slipped Remus into the basket once more and turned into a cat. They walked briskly up the steps and then stepped into the hallway. It was more crowded in here as the students walked in streams up towards the Great Hall to eat. 

Trang put her luggage to the side with everyone else and then took the basket that contained Remus from Ginny's hands. 

"Good luck." Susan whispered before the three of them hurried off to the Great Hall with the others. 

It took Trang a good five minutes of rushing to the seventh floor, leaving the basket and me outside the door, and then rushed off again without a single word. I hoped that she made it to Great Hall without the Carrow siblings noticing that she was a little late getting in. 

I paced back and forth three times, before the Room of Requirement became the art studio that I had asked for. Stepping into the room, I paused, taking in the new additions. 

The art room had always been large and spacious. There were several desks and tables that were large enough for several students to occupy, four chairs around each table, regardless of the size. 

Along one wall were metal carts that held tubs of art supplies, all of them neatly named. There was every colour of every art supplies imaginable as well. Art easels were propped up against the wall under the large windows that were filled with smooth glass stained art prints. 

There was a ladder that led up to the second floor balcony, which held books about art and just books that I generally enjoyed. There were also famous art pieces up here, though I wasn't sure to much if they were just copies or the real deal. 

Now, the room had extended even further back and along the bare wall, there was a new line of bookcases. They were filled with books that I had only seen in passing but had never touched: Dumbledore's private library. 

I breathed in shakily, walking over to the bookcase, observing the books. Some of the texts were obviously very old, and probably rare. Perhaps even collectors' items. And he'd left them for me. 

I smiled a little. 

I went ahead, settling up in the loft, waiting. I knew that it would be nearly two hours if Trang could get Severus to talk to her without raising suspicions. And if she couldn't, then it would be some time before Severus even knew that I was here. 

I was trembling in anticipation, my body seemed very cold all of a sudden, shivering in the air. I clenched my jaw as my teeth started to chatter, the sound grating on my already thin nerves. 

Finally, the door to the art studio opened. Trang opened the door and Severus darted through. I quickly sprung to my feet, carefully climbing down the ladder. But the time my foot had hit the floor and I was turning around, Severus was there, wrapping his arms around me. My back pressed against the ladder and I received his kiss eagerly. 

Remus let out a stifled cry, as he was being smushed between the two of us and Severus quickly pulled away, light filling his eyes. "He's gotten so big!" 

I quickly handed Remus over to his father and Severus held our little boy close. "Hello buddy." He murmured softly against Remus' hair. Remus was already fast asleep and Trang was nowhere to be seen. 

"Are you staying here?" Severus asked, motioning around the art studio. 

I shook my head, "No. I came to stay with you." 

Severus hesitated. "That's risky Elizabeth. And I'm not sure if I can risk it with you. . . especially with Remus here." 

"Severus, I wouldn't have come here if I had any other choice." I murmured. "I have. . . plans I need to do. Like starting up the Felix Felicis potion. I'm here to save lives and I need your potions expertise. Believe me, Severus, if I didn't have to risk Remus, I wouldn't have." 

Severus nodded, cupping my face and kissing the corner of my lip. "I know. I know. I missed you. I love you." 

I smiled, taking his hand. "I love you too." 

I turned into a cat and then Severus put Remus back into the basket. The two of us walked briskly back to the Headmasters headquarters, where he said the password, 'Dark Lord' and the Eagle sprung aside. If I had been human, I would have rolled my eyes. 

The Headmasters office hadn't changed much, besides the private library being moved. Severus had put in his own library, which I'm sure contained hundreds of Dark Arts books. The portraits were mostly sleeping, though I'm sure one or two were awake. And as such, I waited until Severus headed past the desk and down the hall that I became human. 

Severus opened the door to another room and I stepped inside, pausing to take a look at the room. 

The floor was carpeted with a red and gold threaded carpet. It had been grand once, but had faded from the sun that clearly came in through the two large windows on either side of the bed. At the moment, the windows were covered with matching red drapes. 

The bed was a king sized bed made of African Blackwood. The sheets were neatly white and made of cotton. The drapes that hung around were gold and black, along with the matching comforter. The rest of the furniture in the room from the dressers and wardrobe to the chairs were also made of African Blackwood. 

"Not what you were expecting?" Severus asked, locking the door behind the two of us. He walked over, grabbing one of the chairs and tapped it, creating a crib out of it. He conjured blue blankets and a pillow for Remus. 

"Here." I murmured, kneeling and rooting through the basket, taking out the Panda stuffed animal. "He can't sleep without it." 

Severus tucked the Panda stuffy in with Remus, and then watched his son sleep, the small fingers curling around the body of the animal. He eventually pulled away, coming to sit down next to me. 

"We're going to have to establish some rules." Severus murmured. "You cannot leave this room, Elizabeth. It's to dangerous for you to wander the castle, even as an animal. Please?" 

I hesitated. I had plans that tomorrow I would show up in the forest by the Quidditch cup so that I could give Harry, Hermione, and Ron a parcel of food. 

Severus read the hesitancy in my face and his eyes grew desperate. 

"It's just. . . I can still see the future Severus." I murmured. "And I was going to leave tomorrow for a few hours to help out Harry and the others. Trang is going to help me. I'll be okay." 

"Only been together for less than an hour and you're already pushing my rules." Severus sighed, tucking a curl of brown hair behind my ear. "I ought to punish you." 

I blushed red and he sighed, shaking his head. But he had the smallest smile on his face. "You'll be safe?" 

"Of course." 

"Fine." Severus muttered. 

I smiled, relaxing in his arms. "Hey Sev? How's Lucius? Is he alright? V- The Dark Lord didn't. . ." 

"Lucius is perfectly fine." Severus assured me. "He's been taking his potion and he's completely cured. I've set up a timeline and a schedule along with several bottles for him to continue taking. I'll make more here and when I visit, I will bring them with me." 

"Good. I feel absolutely terrible for him." I murmured. "To wake up and find that you've done a terrible thing that you didn't want to do. . . I can't even imagine." 

Severus' arms tightened around me and I knew that it was a sign that I needed to change the subject. 

"I love you." I murmured. 

Severus relaxed against me, pulling me up more in his arms. He kissed the side of my temple. "I love you too." 

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[bookloover35]

Sherlock Holmes x daughter reader-Mini Sherlock.

Readers POV: Mini Sherlock It's a nickname I've had since I was born, you see I'm the daughter of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes, yes the famous Sherlock Holmes.Now you may be wondering what it's like to have Sherlock Holmes as a father, if I have to describe it I have one thing to say.  You never get bored except when we have no cases.

Background story / and some information about me

My name is (y.n) and I'm 18 years old, I play the violin and I love to sing.  I have short hair and the same brown hair color and curly hair as my dad. But my eyes are (y.e.c) just like my mother. I know nothing about my mother the only thing I know about her is what my father has told me.

One of the things he has told me is that he found me in a basket outside his parents' door one Christmas Eve 18 years ago and with a note.

The note Said.

Dear Sherlock Holmes this is your daughter, I have named her (y.n) and I leave her to you please take care of her I can not take care of her.  Please do not search for me.  with kind regards your J.

So the only thing I know about my mother is that she has the same eye color as me, she left me and her name starts with J.

My dad told me that when he picked me up from the basket and held me in his arms, his heart melted and he did not have to do a father test because my mother had already done one.the older I got the more like my dad I became and there it started with people starting to say that I am so like my dad.But how I got the nickname was actually during my very first case with my dad.

(Flashback)

Sherlocks POV:

Sherlock: Okay Lastrad I'm on my way.

Yes finally a new case it's like Christmas.  But wait, I have to get a babysitter or should I take her with me?I have to ask her and now that I think about it it's a little too early to get hold of a babysitter right now.  I turn around and look at the armchair where my five-year-old daughter is reading a book.

Sherlock: sweetheart dad has a new case do you want to come along or do you want me to fix a babysitter?

I've never seen her jump out of the armchair so fast ever.

YN POV:

Yes, I finally get to follow with in a case.  This will be my very first case I have asked my dad several times if I can come along but it has always been told that I have to wait until I am older.

YN:just going to get my jacket.

(A couple of minutes later)

When we arrived at the crime scene, we were met by Lestrad.  He's the only police officer I like.  The others I think are completely stupid.

Lestrad:Seriously Sherlock did you really took YN with you she's only five.

I looked up at him and took my dad's hand in mine.

Sherlock:What she wanted to go with and I did not have time to find a babysitter.

Lestrad: Okay but she has to stay behind the yellow ribbon okay.

My dad nodded and agreed, then he looked down at me and held a firm grip on my hand.  When we got to the yellow ribbon, my dad let go of my hand and told me to stay.  I nodded and saw how my father began to examine the body.  A few minutes later, my dad got up and told Lestrad.

Sherlock: This man was murdered with a string and I know with positive answers that the killer was right-handed.

Lestrad: Are you sure?

Sherlock: Am I ever wrong.

I took a closer look at the body and saw that Dad was wrong, the killer was left-handed.

YN:Dad you are actually wrong.

Both men looked at me.

Sherlock: What do you mean I'm never wrong.

YN:Well right now you'm wrong because the killer is left-handed.

He was just lookt at me.  So I started explaining that you could clearly see from the marks on his neck that the killer was left-handed, and then I also told him that the killer knew the victim because of how the victim was lying.  It was a sign that the killer regretted it.My dad just looked at me with shock in his face while Lestrad looked at my dad and started laughing.  After he had finished laughing, he said.

Lastrad: Maybe we should start calling you Mini Sherlock.

(Present)

Dad and I are sitting in the armchairs of the new apartment at 221b Baker Street.  Dad's new partner Dr Watson is sitting at his desk typing on his computer.  He has been with us in many cases, but he does not know my nickname.  I'm 18 now.  So I have been able to help more with cases.Suddenly we heard the door open and someone running up the stairs.  When we looked up we saw that it was Lestrad and we knew at once that he needed us for a new case.

Sherlock: New case?

Lestrad:Yes, a woman has been murdered and she has left a message directed at the killer.Bring  Mini Sherlock and meet me at the crime scene, I will text you the address.

Me and dad looked at each other and nodded at each other and told Lastrad that we would meet there then he went his way.  We had just put on our coats.  When Watson asked me.

Watson: Mini Sherlock?

I looked at him and sighed.

YN: Long Story.

THE END.

[killed-by-choice]

Sharyn “Shary” Graham, 34 (USA 1982)

34-year-old Sharyn Lynnette Graham was pronounced dead January 16, 1982, at an emergency room in Dallas. She had a 3cm tear in her cervix.

Her story was so appalling that former abortion entrepreneur Carol Everett told in her book Blood Money of how an abortionist sent a woman home to bleed to death over a pitcher of margaritas. The name “Sheryl Mason” was used for the dead client, but her true identity was later confirmed through autopsy and hospital records.

After Sharyn’s “safe and legal” abortion was completed, Carol met the abortionist, Harvey Johnson, in the supply room to verify that all fetal parts were accounted for. As the fetus was verified complete and Harvey ran the remains down the garbage disposal, they discussed their plans for the evening. Harvey was going to have margaritas with his girlfriend and wanted to leave.

Later that evening, Harvey called Carol to the recovery room. Sharyn was bleeding heavily. None of the staff had ever seen that much blood from a single client.

Here is a direct quote from Blood Money that tells what happened next:

“Harvey and I stepped outside the recovery room to talk. …. He looked at his watch. “I’m leaving to meet Fredi at Ninfa’s,” he said. “Ill call back, and I have my beeper on if you need me. Sheryl will be fine. Just be sure to keep massaging her uterus until the bleeding stops. When her vital signs are stable, dismiss her. I’ll see you in the morning.”

After the abortionist insisted on leaving, the other staff cleaned Sharyn up and brought her boyfriend back to keep her company. Sharyn’s blood pressure dropped a dangerous amount. Carol paged Harvey, but when he called back, the answering service rather than the facility itself answered the phone. Harvey assumed that the problem had corrected itself — whatever the problem had been — and didn’t call back at all that night. And Carol sat by Sharyn and the boyfriend, waiting to hear from Harvey.

Sharyn was scared and in pain. She wanted to leave, to go home and be in her own bed. Carol was uneasy, but decided to let “Sheryl” go home at about 11:00, telling her to call if there was any trouble. And that’s how it was Carol, an admin, who ended up making what should have been a medical decision made by a physician — a physician who had left the severely hemorrhaging patient in the care of untrained staff because the margaritas were waiting. At 6:00 the next morning, Harvey called Carol.

“Her boyfriend called me this morning at about three and told me Sheryl was cramping heavily. I told him to put her in a tub of hot water. He called back a little later to say she was unconscious. I told him to get her to [the hospital] at once, and I would meet them there. When she arrived, I started intravenous fluids and a blood transfusion… but she’s gone.”

Stunned, Carol followed Harvey’s instructions to pull “Sheryl’s” chart and keep it in her office and to otherwise treat everything as if it was just business as usual. Carol thought about Sharyn’s surviving children left without their mother, but her thoughts soon turned to the bad publicity the death would bring for the facility.

That night, Carol discussed the situation with Harvey again. He told her that since the boyfriend didn’t want the woman’s family to know about the abortion, he’d spoken to them and told them that he’d been treating Sharyn for gynecological problems. They asked him flat out if she’d had an abortion, and he straight-up lied. He also made sure that nobody at the hospital would say anything to anybody about the death; Harvey’s private practice and the abortion facility would be fine as long as they could keep the story from getting any publicity.

Harvey and his girlfriend carefully edited the patient chart before providing the forged information to the medical examiner’s office.

The autopsy found that “Sheryl” had died of hemorrhaging from a 3 centimeter cervical tear. At this news, Carol wrote, “I went numb: We could have saved “Sheryl’s” life! my mind screamed. We only needed to have sutured her cervix. We had everything we needed in the [facility] to save “Sheryl’s” life, with one exception — a doctor willing to take the time to re-examine his patient to determine the cause of the bleeding. But he had a date, and the margaritas were waiting.”

Feeling overwhelmed with remorse, Carol places the responsibility for Sharyn’s death not only on abortionist Harvey Johnson’s shoulders, but squarely on her own. Carol herself began laying the groundwork for what would happen to “Sheryl” with a business decision to do later abortions because of their higher profit margin. It was a decision that would ruin and end so many lives that Carol was eventually compelled to speak out against the abusive and exploitative abortion industry.

Autopsy Report Case No. 0120-82-0057

“Blood Money” by Carol Everett

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Hart and Hunter - Chapter 6 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Dane Hunter

Every Wolf has a favorite place to run.

Fortunately, mine is right outside my front door.

Stepping outside dressed only in my jeans, I let the cool air wash over my bare skin.

A soft bark tells me Ingrid is out here already, waiting for me off in the meadow somewhere, impatient to get moving.

I shed the last of my clothes beneath the shadow of the covered porch, leaving them folded beside the door.

Then, with a deep breath, I summon my inner Wolf and let it subsume my mind and my human form.

With a familiar, excruciating and yet welcome agony, my bones and joints crack and reform while my muscles mold themselves to a new frame.

A moment later, I stand on all fours, panting to catch my breath, tongue hanging from between sharp teeth.

My mind is different as a wolf, my thoughts made more of images than of words and I embrace the peace and freedom that comes from putting human concerns aside for a time.

In the meadow, Ingrid barks again, summoning me and I trot out into the darkness to join her.

She emerges from the shadows with her head lowered and her tail wagging so hard her whole body shakes.

I huff a wolf-laugh at her puppylike enthusiasm and nip playfully at her ear.

Then, at some unspoken signal, we're off, racing across the meadow at top speed.

I'd almost forgotten what a joy it is to run with other wolves and revel in the pleasure of showing her my range.

It's not my 'territory' just yet but if all goes well, it will be soon.

I can already feel it calling to me as the Wild sings in my blood.

Ingrid wants to see all of it and keeps trying to lead me up the ridgeline away from the meadows but I don't want to stray so far from Julian just yet.

My overbearing caution is rewarded when, as we return from a last lap of the meadow, I hear him scream.

With a burst of speed, I shoot off across the grassy plain, my heart pumping fast as my feet fly over the ground.

Ingrid and I had raced back and forth several times and I'd almost let her win once or twice, now I leave her in the dust, unleashing my full strength and speed as I hurtle back towards home.

Ingrid's sharp yip tells me she's got my back and I bark a breathless reply.

I'd left the door unlocked and work it open with my paws and teeth almost as fast as I could have opened it as a man, then bolt through the house to the bedroom.

I launch myself on the bed with a feral growl, ready to protect my mate to the last drop of my blood and Julian falls back into the pillows with a cry of fright.

With a few quick sniffs and a scan of the room, I'm reassured.

There's no threat and no sign of recent disturbances.

Julian's fright is real enough, though and jumping on him in wolf-form hadn't helped.

Whining an apology, I soften my stance, lower my ears and lick his face.

"I'm okay, Dane," he says, taking a few rapid gulps of air.

"I'm fine. I just had a..." he glances at something on the bed.

"A bad dream."

I follow the direction of his gaze and see a little book lying open on the coverlet.

The human part of my mind recognizes it and my wolf-self responds with a growl.

Julian wraps his arms around my neck and buries his face in my fur.

"Dane. I'm okay," he says.

"Stop it, now."

With another whine, I let my human consciousness surface once again and my wolf-self surrenders as I rise.

Julian shuts his eyes as, with another rending crack of bones, I Shift once more.

A moment later, I kneel before him as a man and take his face in my hands.

"Julian?"

He opens his eyes and leans towards me, wrapping me in his arms.

He's no weakling... there's a good layer of muscle on his graceful frame but he always feels too insubstantial in my arms and I take care not to hold him too tightly or too hard.

"I heard you scream."

"I'm fine. I just..." he draws a breath and releases it.

"I was having a look at my Dad's book."

I draw away from him.

"Why?"

He bites his lip.

"Because... Well, look."

He reaches for the books and opens it, showing me the rune-covered pages.

I shake my head.

"What?"

"These don't look familiar?"

He runs his finger down the page.

"Should they?"

He taps a spot and holds the page closer to my face.

"Look at the symbol. Imagine it drawn in a different hand, inscribed in a circle."

"It looks like the mark on Wong's wall," I say as a chill runs up my spine.

He nods and continues to turn the pages one by one.

"I thought it looked familiar... the one at Lagrange's as well. And..." he bites his lip again, worrying it between his teeth lightly as he does when there's something he doesn't want to say.

"What?"

With a flash of amethyst, he glances up and me and then back down.

"After I touched the symbol in Wong's shop, while you talked to Chief Coleridge... I fell asleep for a minute or two. I dreamed of my Dad. I dreamed of him again just now."

"And?" I press, knowing there's more to it than that.

"And..." he shuts his eyes.

"I saw the night he died. I was standing with him on top of the dam. It was freezing cold. He said to 'have faith' and then he pushed me. That's why I screamed."

I sit back on my heels and run my hands over my hair.

"Why didn't you tell me this before? About the symbols, I mean."

He glances at the little book and speaks in a soft, uncharacteristically demure tone.

"You have to ask?"

I frown.

It's true I've made it clear I want nothing to do with Fae shit but I hadn't thought he'd take that to include anything to do with himself.

"Did you get anything else?" I ask, trying to convey an open interest in my voice.

He shakes his head.

"No. I'm sorry for scaring you."

I take a breath and rest my hand on his back.

"Julian... let's work together on this. Communication's not among my strengths but I'm trying, here. Help me out, okay?"

He nods.

"Okay."

I wait and after a moment, he looks up at me, purple eyes bright in the dark.

"I think the symbols are Fae," he says.

"I don't know what they mean but regardless... I'm thinking of taking Noah up on his offer to translate the rest of my Dad's book."

I bite back my gut reaction 'an emphatic no' and take another breath before answering.

"I'm no expert but you may be right. Either way, it's the strongest lead we have so far and a good idea."

His face lights with surprise and pleasure.

"You really think so?"

"I said so, didn't I?"

He leans into my embrace and 'with some perplexity' I return it, enjoying the soft, safe warmth of his body against mine.

I don't know what I did right this time but I'm not complaining.

[rafor]

Chapter 18 - Day 1 - The Glitch

The day was beautiful, and the house was very well located and in a well lit place. Not as bright as heaven, but not too far from it. The day before, I didn’t notice the gardens, flowers everywhere in the streets, and a very well-cared-for place. It wasn’t anything like the city I went through. Greener than ever.

Since nobody came to search for me in the morning, I decided to get outside to check the map of the city. It wasn’t far away. On my way, I saw no one. I was the only soul around. Only in the square were a couple of other dragons. They appeared really young. Maybe even younger than me. They were busy and just passing by, so they didn’t stop to talk to me. That was better for me. I could study the map better.

The city was several square kilometers in size. Yesterday, I got really lucky when I started walking around the walls randomly, since if I went in the wrong direction, I would hit a dead end at the temple location, where there was nothing but a giant crack. I’d have wasted hours for nothing.

The city was split into sections. The closer it was to the temple, the greener it looked and more suitable for royalty. There were multiple squares and a plethora of places that I could visit one day, maybe.

There was also, near my location, what was marked as the “Castle of the Ancestor”. I thought of being somewhat already in a castle, but instead there was indeed connected to the walls a second and smaller one. I could see it from a distance: several towers with banners with unknown symbols above them. I didn’t dare reach for it.

After more than an hour of still inspecting the map, which felt infinite for the amount of details, the same wyvern as before approached without me even noticing. Besides his size, it walked as if it weighted nothing with its single pair of arms that also acted as wings.

I was surprised when it greeted me politely from nowhere “Greetings, Raphael. I see you’re already exploring your surroundings. Do you need help with that?”

I replied, “I’m still learning from this map. I think that I may, thanks.”

He replied, “There’s a better one in the bookshop, if you want me to guide you to it. I’ll show you.”

I accepted, and so we went to the bookshop, another quite big building with several rooms inside. Being inside felt like a maze. Tall libraries. A ton of books of every kind and age.

The map he was talking about was well inside a hidden room. The torches turned on on their own.

I questioned him about them: “Am I wrong, or did the torches light up by themselves?”,

He replied. “They all turn on as soon as you approach them. They’ve been made by fire dragons that can make fire that summons itself as soon as someone gets closer. In the past, this ability was used to make traps or defenses to keep others away. Here they make our light.”

I was amazed by that. It worked just like magic.

We were about to start talking about this other map, but first I wished to know something: “Sorry, it’s already the second time we met, but still, I don’t even know your name. You already know mine. It feels awkward to ask, but what’s your name?”

He replied, “My apologies, I’m Leo. One of the few left after the exterminations of the Wyverns."

That was awful to hear: “I regret it. I was clueless. I didn’t aim to reveal such a heartbreaking truth.”

He replied without showing any sign of worrying “It’s okay. Don’t fret about it. I wrote a book on this topic, which you can find in the library. I can take you there if you’re interested. But I understand that you have more urgent things to learn about our world, especially if Akira was right.”

I questioned, “Wait, oh no, I forgot that Akira had to talk again with me. Maybe I should search for her.”

He stopped me and said, “Don’t worry, she talked with me, and she was unable today to reach for you. That’s why I searched for you, and now that we’re here, you’ve already moved on with something that you were supposed to get some help with.”

For a moment, I felt proud of my moves. I thanked him “Oh, well, thanks, I guess.”.

After that, we moved on to studying the map. First, he explained to me about the city, telling me where I should avoid going and where instead I could find some help from very kind acquaintances, as he defined them.

What I understood was right. The city was split into sectors, but I didn’t expect there to be so many. Also, there was an outside of the city. Not everyone lived within the walls, and there were some minor sister kingdoms not too far away.

He explained them better when I moved to another room with another map. The space felt infinite. We were just moving from one place to another. Each building was colossal. This one, especially from the outside, didn’t show much compared to the temple, but it had these underground rooms where I was that were bigger than those outside.

Anyway, the map showed a portion of the surroundings of this kingdom. It was not a planisphere, unfortunately. When I questioned him about that, he told me that one didn’t exist anymore. The only one that was left was destroyed in an accident some years ago.

Now the only way to reach very far places was to have an experienced guide, and even though he was one of them, he didn’t leave the walls to reach such far places anymore. He explained that it just wasn’t his job. The bookshop felt more like his home, and he was good with that.

Now I started questioning myself about his age, so when I got the opportunity while we were talking about ages, I asked him about it, and he replied, “I’m a Wyvern at about half of his average life, so about 80 years. Sadly for me, my life won’t last as long as other dragons.”

I replied, “Wait, if 80 years is about half of the average, that means that you usually live more than 150 years? That’s a lot. I could never reach such an age. You don’t look so old, though.”

He replied, “Compared to a dragon that can live on average for almost a thousand years, my life is really short.”

I replied to comfort him, “If it helps you to know, my kind must feel lucky if they reach your age, and rarely can they reach a century. Personally, I must thank whoever gave me a second chance to live. I reached maybe a fifth of that before, and what happened happened."

He became curious about it all of a sudden.

“What do you mean? Did you die or something?”

I replied, “I’m not sure, but I’m pretty sure that I may have, but for some reasons, I got to live a new life here, in this world that isn’t mine. Hopefully, I won’t cause any harm. I shouldn’t exist.”,

His curiosity was more important than me starting to feel sick about the subject, so he asked,

“This means that you’ve died at one fifth of your average age, which is mine, so were you 16 years old?”

I didn’t specify clearly enough that I meant a fifth of a century.

“No, no, some time later, I don’t really remember exactly. During my years of service in the military, I lost track of my age. All I cared about was completing with success one mission after another, and nothing else.”

With a voice that sounded a bit sad, he replied, “Sounds awful. Well, I guess you’re lucky then to receive a second chance to right such an injustice.”

He sounded right to me, so I thanked him again and said, “I think I must be really lucky. Thanks.”

We didn’t keep talking about that subject. Instead, we moved on, spending essentially the whole day in the library talking about maps, kinds of dragons, elements, and some legends.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hmm can you do a licorice cookie x reader human au? Idk if this is an au but basically their humans and not cookiesbut maybe reader works at library and Licorice comes often but strictly so that he could see reader? Basically reader being oblivious to licorices obvious crush on them, sorry if this is not specific enough!!

"Hello, where can I find your most sinister--I-I mean most informative books on necromancy?"

As you were all done shelving the books, you turned around to meet the eyes of your customer.

You never knew what to expect when people entered the library, often coming from distant lands with their royal outfits and crazy hairstyles. From knights to bandits to actual werewolves...everyday was a surprise.

This man in particular might as well be the grim reaper, wearing a robe that looked hastily-sewn together and a skull necklace. His licorice-black hair fell over half his face, showing only one golden eye.

Intimidating for sure, but you simply smiled. "I don't know off the top of my head, but I can show you where our horror fantasy section is."

"That'll do." He grinned, not at all sounding as menacing as he did previously.

"I should let you know, though, that we have a policy against bringing large weapons in here." You politely explained, pointing out the bone scythe he was holding and a nearby sign. "We just don't want any books or displays falling over."

"Awh.." Grim Reaper Man pouted. "Guess one of my minions can hang onto it outside. Schwarzwälder!!"

Then he bolted away very suddenly, leaving you standing there alone. But you just waited for him to return, now scythe-less.

"I feel less evil without it.." He sulked a bit, though when he heard you chuckle he tensed up, feeling his chest fluttering.

'What was that? What happened just now..?'

"Even evil knows when to follow the rules. Now lemme show you where-"

"L-Legion."

"I'm sorry?"

"That's my name...n-not that I would tell you my real name anytime soon." He sneered, trying once more to keep his image up.

"Oh, that's a cool name." You chuckled once more as you both walked to the horror section. "I'm [y/n]."

'Th-They think my name is...cool????' Once again, Legion got that funny feeling in his chest.

A feeling that wasn't good nor bad, but simply foreign.

'Are they cursing me?? No, no..they're just being nice. It's their job, stupid.' While distracted by his own confusing thoughts, he didn't realize you both arrived and you were currently searching for a book similar to what he asked for.

Finally you found one and handed it to him. "Well you're in luck. This is only the first volume but.....Legion?"

"H-Huh?! Oh..right. Thanks." He took the book from you, looking at the title. "Ah yes..this shall serve me well. Is there a chance you'll get other volumes?"

"I'll look at our database, but until then you can check back over the next few days in case anyone returns them. I'm here all week so if you need any more help don't be shy."

"Shy? Me? Hah! I would never shy away from an opportunity for more power....o-or rather knowledge of how I can replicate this power, of course..."

God, why was he getting so tongue-tied over nothing?

The moment he turned to leave, he felt his face growing warm as he stared down at the book. Though when he overheard you helping another visitor he glanced over his shoulder, seeing Hero was asking you about some chemistry mumbo jumbo.

He scoffed, but then wondered why he instinctively scoffed.

Was he...catching feelings for someone he just met? Who was only doing their job and may not actually be this kind at home?

Legion knew he shouldn't let his emotions go astray. Not when he's trying to win the Dark Enchantress' favor. She comes before all else...

Or so he convinced himself until now.

After checking out the book, he exited the library with a huff, much to Brute's confusion "What wrong, master?" He handed the scythe back to him."

"N-Nothing."

"...you seem interrrested in-" Bat-Cat began.

"Silence."

No. He wasn't going to let any silly emotions or thoughts about you get in the way of his quest.

All he'll return to the library to do is research and find the books he needed. Nothing more.

............

As it turns out, you were the only reason Legion kept coming back to the library. He found himself wanting to spend more time with you.

If you were on break or not immediately available, he would browse around until Bat-Cat spotted you or used his echolocation to pinpoint your footsteps.

Yeah..that's a little creepy to anyone who knew, but being creepy was the dark sorcerer's specialty!

Despite denying it again and again, his two main minions weren't that dumb. They knew their master had a crush on you and came up with several plans to push him to confess, while still maintaining his villainous image. Perhaps you could be his evil sidekick!

The only problem?

You were oblivious to all their efforts.

It never occurred to you how flustered Legion got when he asked you to help him find something..only for you to jokingly remind him he asked you the same question just yesterday.

Even when Bat-Cat and Brute encouraged him to partake in the "ritual of exchanging phone numbers" and hang out at a nearby café, you just saw it as him wanting to be close friends. Nothing more.

But he, on the other hand, saw you as someone who could fill that gap in his cold and almost-empty heart. Unlike the enchantress he often complained about in his journals, you paid attention to him when nobody else did.

Not to mention...you were actually sweet to him even outside of work, once you got to know him better and learn why he turned to dark magic. Of course he fibbed some of his "tragic backstory" simply because he wasn't ready to tell you the truth.

All the while he fell for you more and more.

Part of him was scared that he's setting himself up for heartbreak. He was already alone enough and didn't know much about love. Heck, he refused to even ask others who were more knowledgeable about this because of his pride.

He wasn't sure if you realized yet...or if you even saw him that way, too.

Until then, though, he'll keep trying.

For once, he wanted this plan to work.

[eepy-pleepy]

It’s Not Everest (No Vacancy)

The neon “NO” is hidden behind an overgrown shrub, so Dean pulls the Impala into the motel parking lot before they can see that it is, in fact, lit.

“Awesome.” Dean says in a tone that clearly doesn’t think so, and whips the car around to pull back onto the dark road. They immediately hit a pothole and Sam’s head bumps the ceiling.

“Ow, wait, Dean, we didn't go check with the office, maybe they just left the sign lit because they can’t freaking see it–”

“No, Sam, every goddamn motel in this godless town is full up and I don’t particularly feel like walking into another musty fucking office just to have them tell me I need to learn how to read. It’s too damn late, I’m too damn tired, I’m just gonna find a pull-off where the cops won’t feel the need to be our 5AM wake-up call and we’re sleeping in Baby. Fuck it.” He emphasizes the last sentence by throwing the car into park, all seventeen feet of shiny black metal successfully hidden behind a bank of tall, scraggly shrubs off the shoulder of the road. Dean kills the engine and the early summer evening rises to fill the silence with the musical stylings of several hundred crickets.

“Dean.”

“We’ve done it before, Sam.”

“I know we have. What about Cas?”

Dean looks over at the passenger’s side. Sitting shotgun, Cas looks back at him, his eyes just a dark glint in the moonlight.

“I can just... keep watch outside.” He says.

“Bad fucking idea.” Dean snaps. “I wake up in the middle of the night and see you out there lurking, I might shoot you between the eyes. You’re staying in the damn car.”

“Dean, there’s not enough roo–”

“Look, Sammy, passing out is passing out, sitting or lying down. This is a molehill, not Everest. I just need my four hours, damn.”

Dean crams up against the driver’s side door, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning his bent knees against the back of the seat between himself and Cas. He’ll worry about bootprints on the leather upholstery when he isn’t so fucking exhausted.

“Jerk.” Sam mutters from the backseat, almost inaudible.

“Goodnight, bitch.”

“Goodnight, Dean. Sam.” Cas murmurs.

“Don’t make it weird, Cas.”

"Goodnight, Cas."

"Thank you, Sam."

Dean gives a little huff through his nose. Cas folds his hands in his lap and turns his head forward to watch the fireflies.

Dean doesn’t like it when Cas watches him sleep. Cas knows this.

But if he doesn't want eyes on him, he shouldn’t be drawing so much attention to himself. This is the fourth time inside of an hour that he’s shifted around, clearly uncomfortable with his sleeping arrangement, six feet of full-grown man trying to figure out how to make three feet work for him.

It's clearly not working out.

Dean's head has fallen against Castiel’s arm. He’s snoring gently, Cas can feel his breath warm through the sleeve of his trench coat.

He shuts his eyes. Pulls his focus down to just this, the upper lefthand side of his body. Feels the weight of Dean's head, the unyielding shape of his skull, the softness of his cheek. Cas turns his head towards him, just to better assess the situation. Not at all to feel the soft tickle of Dean’s hair against his nose and lips. That’s just an... accidental consequence.

Cas feels too big for his own skin. It’s something a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent should be entirely familiar with, but this isn't the feeling of cramming a Chrysler building into a 5-foot-11-inch frame.

This is bigger than that.

The slump of Dean’s body across the seat means that his head is the only thing supported, and it has his neck at a bad angle. If Dean's an angry sleeper, he's even worse with a crick in his neck and Cas doesn't love the idea of being stuck in a car with that tomorrow. He can't pull Dean more flush against his side without the risk of waking him and sending him into a conniption of bruised heterosexuality, so instead, he carefully lifts his arm. It works perfectly: Dean slides forward, falling to lying down with his head in Cas' lap.

The effect is immediate. The uncomfortable pinch between Dean's brows smooths away and he takes a deep, slow breath, settling against his new pillow and sinking into an easier sleep.

Cas hasn't realized he's smiling, yet. It's a tiny, soft thing, the one he gets when he's looking at something precious.

He is.

The moonlight catches the sweep of Dean's eyelashes, the top of his cheek, the shell of his ear, gilding them silver. His lips are parted, plush and dark in the contrast of the pale light. He's slightly curled up on the bench seat and Cas knows it's to fit the small space but that doesn't mean it's not the most fucking endearing thing he's ever seen.

The short hair over Dean's ear is mussed from the way he was slumped like a grumpy turtle past the collars of his shirt and jacket. Delicate, Cas brushes it right again.

Dean shifts, pressing up into his ghost of a touch. Cas draws back, afraid he's been caught doing something definitely not on Dean's approved list of Things Just Friends Do, but Dean doesn't wake. Cas' hand hovers.

He shouldn't. He should return to looking out of the front windshield and prepare the diffusion for when Dean wakes up to find himself sleeping in Cas' lap. That's what he should do.

The trouble is, nothing short of a fucking catastrophe could pull his eyes away from this. Dean is so beautiful, so calm and easy in his slumber, and he's right here, safe and close and warm. Literally right in his lap.

Cas pets Dean's hair, feeling that dangerous constriction again, something so huge and profound it might very well burst him. Dean sleeps on.

"You should tell him."

Sam's voice from the backseat is so quiet it's barely a whisper, but it startles Cas like a gunshot. He turns his head a margin to find Sam watching him, head and shoulders against the back driver's side door, arms crossed over his chest.

"Did you say something?" Cas tries, matching Sam's barely-there whisper.

"You heard me."

"Tell him what?"

"You love him."

Cas turns his head further so he's not just looking at Sam out of his periphery. There's nothing accusatory in Sam's tone, quiet as it is, or in his posture, cramped as it may be. He looks back at Cas with nothing but the same easy camaraderie he's always shown him, like they're discussing a good book or the lovely weather, not a complete paradigm shift.

In his lap, Dean tucks one hand under Cas' thigh and nuzzles his face deeper against the fabric of his pants. Cas looks down at him again and feels ready to explode into several new galaxies.

"I can't." He breathes.

"Why not?"

"You know your brother, Sam.” Cas says, unable to stop himself from stroking light fingers through Dean’s hair again. “And I’m happy. I refuse to risk losing him in pursuit of something I don’t need from him.”

“You’re right, I do know my brother. Probably better than he’d like to believe.” Sam says. “And I think he might surprise you, given the chance.”

Cas looks back at Sam like he wants to argue, but then just closes his mouth, his jaw bunching. Sam gives a little shrug and sits forward, reaching behind himself for the door handle.

“Just some, uh… food for thought.” He says. “I’m gonna hit the head. I’ll take my time. No particular reason.”

“Sam.”

But Sam’s already unfolding out into the night air, the car rocking as his weight shifts. The crickets are suddenly much louder, invading their little bubble of quiet. In Cas’ lap, Dean twitches.

Sam shuts the car door and Dean sits bolt upright. His gun, dropped in the footwell before he fell asleep, is in his grasp in a blink.

“Sam's just gone to relieve his bladder.” Cas says next to him. Dean squints at him and sniffs, wiping at his groggy eyes, then flicks the safety back on. The gun hits the footwell again with a dull thunk.

"God. Like a damn cashew. You'd think with all that height there'd be more... storage."

Cas is carefully looking forward, and not at the red mark on Dean’s cheek that’s the same shape as the warm spot rapidly cooling on his thigh. Dean rubs at that side of his face.

“Was I…?” He clears his throat. “Uh.”

“Asleep? Yes. I thought that was the idea.”

“Lying on you.”

“You needed to stretch out.”

Dean gives a frustrated sigh. “No, Cas, man, that’s your personal space. You should have shoved me off.”

“It was easier on your neck.” Cas says, still looking straight ahead. “You weren’t bothering me.”

“That’s not the point. You gotta have boundaries.”

“What’s mine is yours, Dean. I have no qualms sharing everything I have with you.”

Dean scoffs, leaning forward over the steering wheel and tilting to pop his spine. “Jesus. You ol’ romantic.”

Cas turns his head to look at Dean. The slightly uncomfortable smirk slowly slips off of Dean’s face. His eyes drop to Cas' lips before he catches himself, and he makes a weak attempt to laugh the charge out of the air between them.

“Man, you gotta figure out your levels. Last person who looked at me like that had me thinking marriage."

“Dean, why do you say things like that?”

Dean’s shoulders shove up under his ears. “You turn eyes like that on some innocent girl she’s gonna up and devote her entire life to you, Cas, I’m just letting you know you gotta tone it down!”

“Why would I turn eyes like this on some innocent girl?”

“Because you’re doin’ it to me like you think it’s a normal thing to do!”

“Dean, maybe you need to figure out how to receive a signal without assuming the other person isn't aware of what they're broadcasting." Cas snaps, then subsides as something like fear flickers across his face.

Dean’s jaw hangs uselessly for a stunned moment.

"Cas. You–"

Cas watches him in the manner of a gazelle waiting for a sudden deadly movement. Dean's gaze flits to Cas’ lips again.

"You. Uh." He says eloquently, and his tongue darts out in a nervous motion. This makes his lips impossible to ignore, shiny and wet in the moonlight.

“It's not Everest." Cas whispers.

"It kinda fuckin' is." Dean says, hoarse.

“Forget it. You should go back to sleep.” Cas says, reaching towards Dean with two fingers. It’s his fighter’s instinct that makes Dean grab them before they can touch his forehead, but it’s something else entirely that bunches his other hand in the front of Cas’ coat and yanks him forward. Cas tumbles gracelessly on top of Dean, and Dean doesn’t give either of them time to think.

At the first touch of Dean’s lips, Cas melts. A tiny sound escapes him, not quite a sigh, not quite a moan, and he’s grasping Dean’s shoulder like it’s the only thing preventing him from falling into the footwell. Their mouths part with a soft, wet noise and Cas meets Dean’s eyes, almost too close to focus on.

His arm is pressed across Dean’s chest from his fall. He can feel Dean’s heartbeat, galloping like an outlaw with the sheriff on his tail, and he understands the feeling.

“Dean.” He croaks.

“Yeah.”

“Do that again.”

Dean nuzzles their noses together, nudges Cas’ mouth in a barely-there brush of lips. Cas touches Dean’s face, dizzy with it, feeling stubble rough on the skin of Dean's jaw. He presses forward, holding Dean’s face like the beloved thing it is, and kisses him reverently. Dean sinks against the door until he’s lying across the seats and shoves his arms up under Cas’ suit jacket, encircling his back.

The crickets play them a love song. It’s entirely lost on them.

When Sam returns, approaching the Impala with caution, he finds his brother asleep with his angel hugged against him like a large, man-shaped teddy bear. Cas glances up, clocking the motion of Sam leaning over to peer through the driver’s window, and there’s a smile on his face that Sam’s never seen on him before.

If happy was what he had been, then this? This is pure, unfiltered bliss.

Sam slides carefully into the back seat and shuts the door as gently as he can.

“I’ll save my I Told You So, but only because you look so cute.” He whispers.

“Sam.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

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[jtrokujo]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂¿

paring: Mikaela Hyakuya x fem!Reader

(they’re 18+!!!)

word count: 4k

warning: this story contains sexual content

gerne: smut

summary: there are days when they get along well but there were also days when they hated each other like the plague and even though they love each other?

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The weather is neutral, but I wish it got better.

The sun is obscured by the gray clouds, but it's not windy or anything.

You could even go out with a top.

However, y / n decided to take a seat in the four walls with a number of different books and a tall pile of books right next to them.

As she gently leafed through the pages of the somewhat older book, she felt a stab.

Of course it didn't hurt since no one was attacking her, but it felt like someone was watching her.

Without presenting her feelings, she took some books and put the rest where she got them.

Immediately after leaving the library, she stopped in the middle of the path and said with an annoyed sigh, "Bathory, I know you're here."

He stands grinning in front of y / n, but could hardly show a disappointed face.

With his head tilted to one side, he looked at his prey and smiled at her immediately. "I prefer you to call me by my first name, dear."

“I do what I want and not what you want, Bathory. Besides, I have better things to do than waste my precious time being influenced by you. "

When they told the vampire, she continued on her way, or at least intended to.

As quickly as he came, he grabbed her arm just as quickly. "But y / n, why is it in such a hurry?" asked the vampire, amused, pressing more and more on hers with every second, so slowly you could hear her bones. Y / n had to react immediately!

Without thinking for a second, she dropped all of the books on the white floor and immediately grabbed her gun. "You should let go of me!" y / n's voice rang out down the hall and immediately shot the vampire in the arm.

His blood spurted around her.

Y / n got his blood on her face as well as on her clothes - it was the same with Bathory, also the wall and especially the floor got his blood.

"Disgusting." mumbled y / n and wiped the blood on her face, although she knew herself that it would be of no use.

"What's going on here?" Everyone but not him.

"Hello Mika!" said Ferid with delight and turned to get a better look at him.

"Have you lost your nerve again?" he asked me annoyed, but he only looked at me for a few seconds and immediately saw Ferid's blood spatter.

"What do you mean 'again'?"

Even if we've known each other for a long time, we both have to admit that one and the other have diverged. Sometimes it was his fault, sometimes it was me. There were of course moments when we got along really well, but in the end they weren't enough in my opinion.

"Since you've lived with us, at least one vampire must have got something from your weapon."

Said the blond-haired vampire while his eyes stared at me.

I'm not understating when I say that his eyes alone make me feel naked.

Mika only manages to control me through his eyes, even though I should be the one who should control every vampire or the various books I spend most of my time on just one more bad joke.

It was enough for vampires to exist and more than hundreds of people took their own lives just to be able to enjoy themselves. To this day I cannot forgive any of the vampires for what they did to me or those around me. I know myself that there are bad ones, but what is their goal?

Or do you have a goal?

"Y / n." I heard his voice.

Awakened from my trance, I see his eyes again. However, they do not have this previous aura, no, they are a little stricter this time. When I gave him a sign of his attention, the lecture immediately came, "You are old enough to know how to behave and with whom to behave. If you show this behavior to someone else, I'll let that person do it . " and do what they want, because I haven't had the nerve for someone like you for a long time. So finally know your limits before I use my weapon against you! "

Impressive. From sentence to sentence his voice grew louder and louder. Seriously, I never expected or even had the idea of ​​this side of Mika in my life, but here it is. Wonderful y / n, now you have managed to sink deeply with Mika, which is actually the very last thing I ever wanted to achieve in my life, but life has never been a paradise.

With a chuckle, Bathory put his arm and my shoulders and spoke to Mika.

"But, but Mika shouldn't be so strict with her. She's just a little girl again, not even now, is she?" "If I were that little girl, you would surely have two arms instead of one." After saying my sentence, I picked up the books that were still on the floor and didn't say goodbye to anyone, why should I?

Bathory is nothing more than an idiot who uses his satisfaction to see others suffer rather than provoke them too.

While Mika nudges both children like a father, although the other is to blame for everything.

When I got to my room, I put the books on my table and sat on my bed, thinking about the old days. However, I don't think of the days with loved ones that I lost, but of those that I spent with Mika before he gave me a “better life”.

I could leave it all behind at any time and either not start an old or a new life, but I love to have him in my heart for it.

Sighing at my thoughts, I give up and stood in front of my closet for the next minute.

While the lukewarm water felt the white bathtub, my clothes landed on the floor.

This life is more of a calling expected of others than a life of its own. A break does no harm to anyone.

I said to myself and after a few seconds I closed my eyes.

After my bath or a break from the real world, I'm just choosing which book to read.

As I was about to start the new book, someone knocked on my door.

Hesitantly, I said the door was open and waited for the person behind it to appear. Please leave it all but Bathory.

Sighing, I immediately put my hand on my left breast and saw him, Mika.

To be honest, I'm happy to see him, but I'm not, but I don't need an explanation. "Good evening." he said in his usual tone. Without making a big head out of it, I repeated it myself, but added if he needed anything from me.

Shivering, I answered my question in the negative and came up to me with slow steps.

The only thing I could do was do nothing. I stopped. When our faces are a few centimeters away, his arm came slowly towards my body, until he reached for something, when he had this in his hand, he came back with a few steps and immediately held a book in my face.

"I really recommend it, I have to say, you have pretty good taste when it comes to books. I've read it several times because these stories, the writing style, the plot and most of all the characters are up to me." uniquely well written down to the smallest detail. "

I looked at the vampire in amazement. "You read that too?" "Y / n, if I hadn't read it, I wouldn't have a clue either."

A little ashamed of my oh-so-intelligent question, I also looked at the floor.

The whole time there was nothing to be heard, neither a little intoxication, nor even breathing. But after a few seconds, Mika also broke the embarrassing silence by taking a few steps and holding out his arm to me. I don't understand it about myself. When Mika is around, I either act annoyed or neutral. However, countless butterflies gather in my stomach when I think of him alone!

"Y / n ... y / n?!" Mika looked up, gave me a neutral look and at the same time held a few strands of my hair and asked me if he should tie my hair up with a towel. I gently took the wet strands of hair from his hand and began to giggle at my discomfort and nervousness. The thought of me being weird was always out of the question.

"I think I'll blow dry my hair. I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow."

"I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow." repeated Mika before she disappeared from my room.

Locked in the room and caught in his deepest thoughts, he stared over the ceiling.

The reviews of that day haunted him to this day when he also dreamed them.

Sleeping now wouldn't be for him, even though it is shortly before 2 o'clock.

But what can you do about it?

The vampire rose from the bed, stretched out, and decided to go for a walk immediately.

As he walked through the empty corridors, he always hoped not to meet anyone.

Whatever stays that way.

Bored and hands in his pockets, the floor caught his attention. It didn't take long, however, because he was amazed to get up when he saw the light coming from someone's room.

He was more than sure whose room, or rather chamber, it was.

It was Y / n's.

He stopped in front of it, thinking, held out his hand and wanted to knock on the door. At the same time he quickly put his hand in his pocket. This scenario takes about 3 minutes. But it wasn't the vampire's nervousness that was unusual, no, why should he be at y / n's door? This is funny.

Doesn't he often seem annoyed or stern in your presence?

Well, he doesn't even know what's going on in his head.

After an eternity, the vampire finally knocked on the human's door and immediately heard "Come in" from the other side.

Without telling himself twice, he opened the door and saw her. He saw her spread out on the large bed with several notes and books.

Stressed out. You can't see it from the outside, but even Mika can confess that he thinks it is strange to see y / n at this time.

"Do you need something?" she asked him and fixed him with her gaze.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping long ago?" he asked and at the same time crossed his arms over his chest.

"Mika, I could ask you that too, don't you think?" sigh y / n and slowly start piling up her notes and books together.

When Mika offered her help, she politely declined and slowly and carefully put the things on her desk.

"If you have nothing special to do, you can always keep me company, you know?"

Yes, even if there is an argument between the two, they still get along well. However, they don't seem to be as close as they used to be. Without saying anything, Mika accepted the offer and sat next to y / n.

Was that really wise?

The smell of y / n gets over his head, but he's not as easy to lose control as other vampires.

Breathing hard, Mika rubbed her eyes and hoped that this unbearable smell would go away any moment.

Easier said than done.

If only I had drunk blood in the last few days. The vampire cursed.

Y / n noticed his unusual behavior and tried to communicate with him, but to no avail. She called his name several times, tapped him on the shoulder, and shook him a little. He seems trapped in his own world. For the first time she seemed to see someone so trapped in his own world. When will he regain his senses?

Annoyed, she hit his skull with her fist, which led to a groan of pain from Mika's mouth. "What does this mean?!"

“If you are tired, please go to your room and sleep there.

Both rolled their eyes in annoyance.

"You have nothing to say to me, human."

"Oh really? What are you going to do about it, vampire?" It wasn't a mistake by y / n, but rather Mika's mistake. If he hadn't called her a human, she wouldn't have called him a vampire. Nobody except Mika knows right now how much he hates vampires and yet he is one himself, but you have to remember that he never wanted to be one. Not everyone is lucky in life.

As I said, even if it was his own fault that she reminded him, he completely lost his nerve. Slowly she approached y / n, she already felt the dark aura coming towards her. However, y / n did not want to show the fear that is in her and slowly rising above her head. She will regret it. "Repeat when you have the pity." "What is the problem? You called me human and I called you a vampire, but you know what makes me be silly, get out of here, vampire. ”Without further ulterior motives, Mika grabbed her wrist and squeezed the bones with her hand listened from print to print. When she wanted to reach for her gun, which is under her top, Mika was a second faster and threw it directly to the end of the room. When Mika immediately released his hand from Y / n's wrist, she saw an emotion in his eyes, sadness.

He was hurt, but shouldn't he care? What should a little person who plays with little guns do against a vampire, ask him about a game? However, he saw her more as a person, he saw her as someone he can love, with whom he can laugh, of course he had had these people before in his life, but they have long since disappeared. Oh how much he loves her.

If only she knew how many letters he wrote her, but never gave them to her, but hid them in his room.

"I'm really stupid." Mika muttered trembling to herself. Y / n heard it and slowly walked up to him "Mika, that was very childish of me and, to be honest, I'm sorry." When she tried to touch his shoulder, he knocked her away and looked into her eyes, it was their fault.

“I don't want your decisions! I never wanted to be a vampire! If you don't know anything about me, please be quiet and think twice before you open your door! ”The whole room went quiet, pretty quiet. It was rather uncomfortably quiet for y / n, but she preferred to keep her mouth shut because it looked like Mika was looking for the right words. "Why do I love you? Tell me Y / N, how can I love you when you hate me so much?" His voice was fragile and it was tormented to hear it that way. "Mika, I had never hated you before." Exhausted, Mika sat down on the floor and looked at the gun at the other end of the room. "Every time I see a gun like that, I hate myself even more." “Even if it sounds a bit clichéd, for example because of the current situation, I have to and want to admit that I love you Mika. You are in such pain and apparently you have torn old wounds. You didn't deserve that, nobody deserved that. ”Y / n sat like Mika on the floor and hugged him. Her warm body against his cold one. As if in slow motion, their faces stood a few inches apart until their lips met.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

With my hands on the back of his neck and my tongue seeking his, his fingertips dance from my thigh under my top.

Only he managed to make me shiver everywhere in a few seconds with the help of his touch. Not through his ice-cold skin, no, only through him. In keeping with the mood, the cold raindrops hit my window pane. "Waiting." he whispered to me.

Not a second later it was pitch black in my room. The butterflies in my stomach just like Mika don't know when to stop, but I love it, never let it stop! His lips kissed every inch of my skin and whispered to me how divine my body was. His hands slide up my top until it finally brushes over my head. The first item of clothing is already on the floor. My legs were around his waist so he could pick me up and lay me on my bed. When he did that, his lips were still on my skin.

As I lay down comfortably, I watched his clothes land piece by piece on the floor. His belly is built like that of a Greek god and although it is dark the moon shines on him. One could have immediately thought it was a godsend. The boxer shorts were the only items of clothing that remained. While I was about to take off my pants, Mika took my hands and indicated that he could do it himself. When my pants peeled off my skin, he looked at my legs in admiration and immediately threw my pants on the floor. Now stand half-naked in front of my bed. The red cheeks on his cheeks were clearly visible. "Are we really supposed to pull this off?" I asked Mika and looked him in the eye. His lips approached my ear and he breathed softly, "Y / n, the question is not, we should, but we can. A human and a vampire, is that a good chemistry?"

"Why don't we want to find out?" I whispered and kissed his shoulder in time. Now he looked at me again, but with clearly red cheeks you could have thought he had a fever, but I can't blame him, because even when his ice-cold body is on top of mine, my body manages to have a hot temperature.

As our tongues played with each other again, our hands explored each other's bodies. While one hand pinches my buttocks, the other is right on my bra clasp.

Moaning slightly, I also pinched his buttocks and felt my muscles tense. A low gasp left his delicate lips, which made me even weaker. My temperature rises more and more with each of his touches.

I can not stand it anymore!

He knows very well that he has the upper hand!

When my bra, like the rest of the clothes, landed on the floor, his ice-cold hands brushed my arms up to my hips and brushed the last piece of clothing across the floor.

I was breathing hard down in my zone.

His hands were on each thigh so I couldn't pinch my legs together. Apart from the horniness, I could hardly move my legs because of his strength, you can not say that he is so strong. The horniness in me is going like crazy! With every breath Mika takes against my area, the butterflies in my stomach fly crazier.

When his tongue brushed my cervix for less than a second, I let out a gasp. Immediately afterwards he pressed his tongue against it and danced with it at the same time. That I'm getting wetter is not only clear to me, but also to Mika, when he was his tongue in my entrance, she explored every single inch inside.

Overwhelmed by shame and lust, I pressed one hand against my mouth so as not to make a noise from you, and the other on his white-blonde hair.

Every time his tongue penetrated deeper and he spread my thighs wider and wider, it honestly hurt, but I don't care about that at the moment because as good as he makes me feel no one is going to do it and I want it too nobody does it because I just want them. Because I just want Mika.

When I thought it couldn't get better, I was wrong. When he started sucking, I was done. My lustful moans got louder every time I sucked, but I do my best that nobody but Mika can hear it. When he freed his tongue from the entrance again, he stuck his middle and ring finger in the next second and didn't give me a second to get used to it. The speed of his fingers is unique!

No matter how much I press my hand against my mouth, my moans stay louder.

Several times his name groaned, which only drove him to increase the speed. My orgasm is nourishing. When I groaned and said I was about to be there, he didn't stop but continued. His tongue dances on my cervix and his fingers successfully hit the G-spot every time, it's just breathtaking!

When my orgasm came, I screamed his name with relish and breathed heavily as I stared at the ceiling.

His beautiful face approached mine, but he devoted his lips to my ears and whispered, "A second round won't hurt you." Aren't my trembling legs enough for him? In the middle of the kiss, I slowly felt his member inside me, but my nails clawed behind his back in pain, we continued the kiss. Now it was Mika who groaned in the middle of the kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed my chest as his hips began to dance. Is it still normal for him to make me feel this way? Because on the one hand I can no longer, on the other hand I want more! Mika's one hand is on my thigh while the other is on my chest. The way he plays sensitive nipples is superb.

I don't know how he makes me feel so good, but I want him to never stop. "Mika, don't stop." I moaned in his ear and wrapped my legs around his waist. When he saw me, I didn't know how to feel. Because his eyes are blood red! He slowly approached my neck. That cold breath worried me even more. He didn't bite me, however, but instead scratched his designated spot with his fangs as the blood flowed from the wound, so it propelled him and made him much faster than before. The clap of our skin was just as loud as the satisfying moans from our mouths. "Y / n." he groaned my name and immediately turned me around. Now my back was visible to him. With both hands on our hips, our bodies clapped together. When I moaned his name one last time, the orgasm came, Mika pulled his member out of me and rubbed it with his hand until finally the white sperm speared out of his body.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

After Mika helped me cleanse my body, we are back in bed naked. "Do you think we can do it?" Mika asked out of nowhere. “I don't think so, I know, Mika. And I think you should too. "The vampire looked at me lovingly and finally kissed me on the lips and immediately afterwards whispered" Good night, y / n. " "Good night, Mika."

[obeiii-mee]

Hello! Can I request an hc about a shady MC who's not phase by anything in Devildom with the brothers (and Diavolo?? he deserves love!!!)? Like, when Luci's like "i CaN KiLL yOu hUmAN", MC's reaction was like "Oh... congratulations then." i need more shady mc who may or may not be planning to ruin your life😂😂 Thanks and take care!!❤❤

The Brothers + Diavolo with an MC that is not phased by DevilDom

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Pls I need more shady MC, they would not take any shit from the brothers. Put any Gen Z-er with these guys and you’ve got yourself a suicidal and reckless human exchange student.

They wouldn’t know what to do with one of those ahaksbakanhaka you’re right, Diavolo deserves all the love >:(((((((

You better take care too >:( thanks for sending me this big brain request. I’ve been preoccupied with other projects so I took a while to get to this ask. Hope you’re doing OK💙

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Lucifer:

-He thought having a human exchange student was going to be bad enough as it is but this…..this was so much worse than he could have ever imagined

-The moment you arrived, he already knew you were going to be a problem child and a persistent one at that

-Literally the first thing you asked him was : “Why do you look like an off-brand Levi Ackerman?”

-And he was left there, astounded, confused and offended because he had no idea who you were talking about (cuz at that point you hadn’t met the third eldest) and the tone you had was, frankly, pissing him off

-You kept wondering off on your own????? Without looking like you gave a shit even though you almost walked into a butcher’s shop that specialises in human meat???? Tf MC?

-Also really irritated that you couldn’t be intimidated and that DevilDom was like a playground to you, for some reason? Like, MC get out of the fiery pits of eternally tormented souls- this is Hell, not the McDonald’s ball pit ffs

-Things did not improve for him lmao, by the end of the first week he had already ripped out a good chunk of his hair because of you

-“MC, you should know by now provoking demons like this for no good reason is only going to make life harder for you. Keep this up and you’ll get killed in no time because of your behaviour.”

-“Great, can we have a hip-hip and a hurray?”

-In the span of one day, he’s had to come to your rescue six times (approximately) because you’re too nonchalant about your surroundings around literal creatures of hell

-He doesn’t have enough coffee or will to live for this bs

-“Lucifer, I found this dead plant and brought it here because it reminded me of you.”

-“…..sigh. Why? Why does it remind you of me?”

-“Because it’s cold and unresponsive.”

-He made the consecutive decision to ignore you

-(low-key kept the plant tho)

-Honestly, you get on his nerves a lot and he has definitely contemplated killing you in the past but at the end of the day he really can’t bring himself to do it

-We both know he tried a few times lmfao

-“I will tear you limb from limb, human-“

-“Can I finish my tea first.”

-“You…wait, what?”

-“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting this tea get cold. Try to kill time before I’m done and I’ll smash this cup against your head.”

-If you try hard enough, you might even elicit a laugh out of him, especially if your shadiness is directed at any of his brother which results in him patting your head affectionately

-Nowadays he’s just concerned because you seemed to have made an alliance of sorts with Belphagour and Satan and that’s not a good sign

-For his sake, if not yours, at least try to survive the year without getting chomped on by a random demon please

-He’s too stubborn to let you die just because you’re unbothered by everything so cut him some slack and help out damn it

Mammon:

-“Oi Lucifer, how come I’m stuck babysittin’ this stupid human?”

-“And how come I’m stuck with this asshole for a tour guide, with his fake ass designer shoes and no brand sunglasses. That’s a lot of smack talk from someone with crow shit stains covering the back of his jacket. Also, did you stick your hair in a bucket of mayonnaise?”

-……..

-He was so offended lol

-Normally, humans like you cower in fear whenever demons are as much as mentioned because of the whole “I can eat you whole” thing

-And here you are; insulting the Avatar of Greed and one of the princes of Hell himself just because you didn’t like his attitude

-Don’t worry tho, he warms up to you in less than a fucking month simply because you still come to his rescue whenever his brothers start insulting him and wow, look at that, his heart is now combusting on the floor

-“Y’all have no right to criticise Mammon when he has the most self control out of all of you.”

-“Since when does Mammon have any self control? He can’t keep himself from nicking anything that looks shiny.”

-“Motherfucker, I don’t see him trying to choke me to death, respectfully pls shut the fuck up. I don’t want to say I have favourites but if I do, it’s definitely him.”

-While Mammon’s in the background, with hearts instead of pupils in his eyes like ❤️👄❤️

-He doesn’t even mind running around after you anymore (will still complain about it though because your ass is in constant danger and he’s had enough)

-Honestly, you keep starting shit with random demons, some of which are quite powerful mind you, and you don’t back down even when he’s there to step in

-Would low key love to watch you fight one of your classmates at RAD and organise a ticket selling booth for the event but Lucifer will hang him a new one if he does

-So for now, he sticks to baring his teeth at the aggravator in question and you’re there, giving the same demon the middle finger

-The way you sometimes match his energy gets him so hyped up lmao

-“Mammon, did you steal Levi’s money again?”

-“T’s none of her business human. Now go away, shoo!”

-“Bitch, don’t ‘shoo’ me, I ain’t a bird. Now tell me, did you?”

-“…..Why do you ask?”

-“Because a new flavour of instant noodles just got announced, called ‘Super Hell-Sauce Flavour’ and I thought you might be more interested in that than wasting the money on gambling.”

-“….ok but only if you come with me to buy some.”

-This…this is true love right here

Levi:

-Oh no, now there’s two of you

-Why do I feel like his energy would match MC’s almost immediately? Maybe it’s because he spends too much time in his room on the internet like the rest of us do

-“What do you want, you stupid normie?”

-“300…..”

-“….300 what?”

-“300 mangas collected, thousands of episodes of anime watched, over 60 character figurines, plushies, body pillows, merchandise and several posters only to be called a fucking normie by a demon weeb that’s only known me for 10 minutes.”

-Boom, instant friendship

-He becomes attached to you almost immediately and now that he knows how unphased you are by DevilDom, he is seriously worried

-Hell, you’re making him consider going outside his room just to make sure you’re alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere because you decided to get on someone’s nerves that particular day

-Even during the quiz thing, when he almost kills you, you’re just sitting on the floor and awkwardly watching him as he throws a sissy fit

-Levi feels sort of conflicted with you because one one hand you’re good company and he loves having you around, you’re his Henry after all

-But on the other hand, you put yourself in so much danger it makes him paranoid so often to the point where he wants to keep you locked in his room and wrapped in bubble wrap

-Nearly had a heart attack when you almost walked right into a pit of lava like MC???? This isn’t one of his video games???? You’re not gonna respawn if you die????

-Besides all that, he gets a bit jealous of you confidence and your ability to just do whatever without fearing death or consequence

-“MC, how do you do it?”

-“Do what?”

-“How do you go about your life without a care in the world?”

-“I guess I’ll tell you my secret Levi. I’m not like other humans that’s why, I’m just so unique I do things differently.”

-“You sound like a pick me-“

-As long as you’re OK and not injured because of your carelessness, he’s indifferent about your behaviour and will even applaud you for your bravery when it comes to this sort of thing

-“lmao the human exchange student just dumped Solomon’s cooking in the trash while looking him dead in the eye 💀💀💀”

Satan:

-Your attitude towards DevilDom and demons in general kept him entertained, if nothing else

-You rarely seemed to consider how much of a threat that place really is and usually you were just running around, completely ignoring Lucifer’s rules and doing your own thing

-Which, you know, he’s all about

-I can’t say there were no incidents between the two of you

-With his short temper and your tendency to say things without caring about the consequences, there were definitely moments when he might’ve snapped on you

-“MC for goodness sake, what happened to my room?”

-“What do you mean?”

-“It’s an absolute mess! I just told you to bring me my spells and curses book, not mow through everything!”

-“It’s not my fault this place is built like a fucking labyrinth. You should be grateful I went to get it for you at all, I almost tripped and died several times on my way back. Also, you should get a new ladder for your shelves. It did the broken.”

-“MC….”

-“Yes?”

-“You are so lucky I love you.”

-Other than the fact his anger takes over him when things like these happen, he not so subtly encourages you to keep going because seeing Lucifer scowl at your antics gets him wheezing his lungs out

-I like to think Satan would be very impressed, even in the beginning, at the amount of nonchalance you can radiate at times

-I mean, you sure as hell don’t see it often and he loves how unpredictable you are more often than not

-If anything, he should probably thank you-idk how, but his patience has increased significantly every since you got here and he appreciates having some more control of his emotions

-“I’m gonna go put oil in Lucifer’s shoes.”

-“Do you have a death wish?”

-“Satan, I am old enough to make my own decisions and I concluded that this action is necessary.”

-“Necessary for what?”

-“Raising everyone’s morale! All of you seemed to feel down lately so I thought this would be fun for everybody!”

-“Except Lucifer, right?”

-“Except Lucifer. He grounded me from my D.D.D like I’m a fucking teenager who needs to be supervised-pssshht, I’m the most responsible one here.”

-“Yes clearly.”

-“Goodbye dear Satan, I may die today. But it’s for the greater good! (Dramatic exit with sound effects)”

-“WAIT MC!”

-“(pops head back in) yes?”

-“May I offer you my assistance?”

-You’re basically taking turns pranking his brothers and it’s hilarious

-Satan is not too worried about your well being simply because he knows his siblings and him are always going to be nearby to save you if you pull something stupid again

-Even so, he checks up on you throughout the day; just to make sure

-“Where were you?”

-“Running from a bunch of demons. Who wanted to go munchy crunchy on me, I assume.”

-“……”

-“Either that or people here are a lot friendlier than originally expected.”

-You can be such a handful and it really tests him, especially when he’s angry enough to begin with

-But despite your amazing talent at either getting completely lost around Hell, purposely walking into a prohibited place just because you felt like it or riling up others with how blunt you are, he still cares about you deeply

-You may be a pain the ass, but you’re his pain in the ass <3

Asmo:

-He should’ve known something was up with this particular human when you stood there, completely calm and collected, while Beel salivated at the thought of eating you on your first day

-Asmo just brushed it off for a while but it kept happening???

-The first time Lucifer ever told you off, you really went and said “Or what? Are you going to eat me? If so, you can go ahead and start with-“

-He came to your rescue and covered your mouth before you got to finish and before Lucifer unleashed his wrath on to everyone in that house

-“OOPSIE! I think MC has been spending too much time with me. Sorry Lucifer, we gotta run now! We have a party to attend, don’t we MC darling?”

-“You mean the one hosted by the guy that tried to kill me because I shoved into him on the hallway at school and then proceeded to tell him to go fuck himself right back into whatever hell hole he was born in before you came and charmed our way out of it?”

-“Yes.”

-“Ah OK. “

-You’re tiring for sure but you’re not exactly unlikeable

-You have a certain charm hanging about you that Asmo loves

-“I almost died like…30 minutes ago.”

-“WAIT WHAT?? WHY?? WHAT HAPPENED-MC ARE YOU OK???”

-“Yeah, I almost drank some poison today because someone told me it was water. It smelt off though so I didn’t.”

-“….”

-“Anyway, I got you this bracelet on my way home.”

-He really does wish you would take things a bit more seriously

-This is your life on the line, you know? What would he do if you died?

-“MC, you’re not immortal, you can die so much more easily than I can, you know that right???”

-“I don’t care.”

-“Well I do! And you should too….”

-A lot of people don’t see past his vanity tbh, because he can be such a caring person towards the people he loves

-The amount of videos he has of you appearing to be completely calm while pure chaos is descending in the background is pretty impressive

-Every time he uses his charm on you to try and get you to commit his sin, it just doesn’t work???? For some reason???? And even if it’s just with simple, innocent affection for now, he is determined to tempt you into it

-“MC~gimme a hug!”

-“But that’s social interaction and I don’t support it- do you have a charger for my D.D.D by any chance?

-Or at least die trying to ig

-Asmo loves having you around but you’re giving him wrinkles and that’s not okay >:(

Beel:

-The moment he realised how carefree you actually were, he sort of started checking up with you quite frequently throughout the day

-It’s his way of protecting you but if he could, he would follow you around all the time

-Becomes your body guard because you may not care enough about your safety but he certainly does so get ready to be carried everywhere

-You will not get hurt nor will anyone mess with you if he has a say in it and let me tell you, he does

-Thing is, his brothers mostly know him for being slightly dense in some aspects of day to day life

-He’s not perceptive of things that don’t involve food or his loved ones

-And because you most definitely are a loved one of his, he does notice how careless you are really often

-And it scares, rather worries, him because DevilDom is an incredibly dangerous place-even with all the precautions they had taken when you came

-“MC get down, you could fall.”

-“But Beel, look-I’m finally taller than everyone else! Taller than you even! Hey, should I do a backflip?”

-He has no idea why you thought jumping from 60 meter high cliff into a small river of squashed demon blood was a good idea but he wasn’t going to risk anything just because you felt like showing off your diving skills

-Proceeds to carry you away, completely unfazed

-In this case, I feel like Beel is not someone who gets bothered by the horrible things happening around there either

-As long as he has food and his family is safe and happy then he’s also happy, as mentioned above

-But he knows he’s alright with DevilDom because he’s been living here for centuries now

-A bit curious as to why you’re so unbothered

-And even more curious as to why you weren’t terrified of him transforming in his demon form after he lost control when he found out you ate his pudding

-Or more like Mammon did and pushed the blame on you

-“YOU. ATE. MY. PUDDING!”

-“Beel I love you but if you did not just see Mammon shoving the damn container in my mouth two seconds prior to this, then you might need glasses.”

-He apologised to you later for it but even so, you didn’t seem to mind like at all and he didn’t really understand why

-Unless you end up explaining why exactly you feel so indifferent about your life being in potential danger, he won’t really pry

-But now he has even more reason to follow you around like a lost puppy

-Since it’s clear you don’t really care about protecting yourself

-So now it’s his job to do it

-MC protection squad? Mostly Beel and Mammon

-ahhh he cute

Belphie:

-Oh

-You piss him off so much

-He’s trying to have his moment, you know?

-Finally getting that glimmer of satisfaction after killing a human as a way to avenge his sister’s death

-Trying his hardest to make it as miserable as possible because he has so much rage in him, he needs you to suffer

-“Harder Daddy-“

-“Oh fuck off.”

-Nah but for real, what the fuck MC

-Why does he even bother, he feels like he should be sleeping instead of dealing with your bullshit

-Even afterwards, when your future self shows up and he tries to kill you again, you look more thoughtful than irritated???

-Lucifer and Beel are literally holding him back from doing another Chocky on you and you’re standing there, looking at him with your eyebrows raised

-“Hey Belphie, I have a quick question. I know you’re trying to kill me and everything but do you like the colour blue?”

-“HUH??!?!”

-“It’s a simple yes or no question Belphie. Do. You. Like. Blue?”

-“WHAT DOES IT MATTER???!!!”

-“BELPHAGOUR, AVATAR OF SLOTH-YES OR NO, JUST FUCKING ANSWER!”

-“YES! FUCK YOU!”

-“Ah ok thanks. I like blue too :)”

-????????????

-Pls he felt like sticking his foot down your throat

-As of late, he’s kind of glad he didn’t manage to scare you away that day and that he didn’t traumatise you or something

-At the time, he was mad because he didn’t understand why you weren’t scared but now he just wants to make it up to you

-“You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m sorry MC, I won’t blame you if you decide to stay away from me now.”

-“Stfu dipshit, what’s gotten you so depressed? Did you have another fight with Beel? I told you not to eat the last slice of cake.”

-“Rude ass, I was trying to apologise for my past mistakes-let me repent will you?”

-“Said no demon ever. Now let’s go hang out you emo bitch.”

-Y’all vibe together on a spiritual level once that shit gets sorted out

-But he’s kinda scared you might pull out a knife on him ngl

-Obviously, you’re still annoying as fuck with that indifferent attitude of yours but he can live with it

-He appreciates the fact that you’re not scared of him, even after what he’s done

Diavolo:

-Ah yes, the future King of DevilDom himself

-He’s very enthusiastic about the idea of you having fun this year…..and to keep you alive….

-He, of course, expected a range of reactions from you when he first summoned you here

-None of which were “Ok but could you not have given me a heads up? Before the whole teleportation thing? I face-planted your onto marvellously polished the floor and now I think I lost even more brain cells than before.”

-He felt so bad gagajajahahwgehhsb

-He apologised for bringing you out here without any warning like that and then proceeded to introduce you to everyone

-Diavolo is actually kind of relieved to see you’re handling everything pretty well

-He thought that maybe DevilDom was too much for a human to deal with

-Meeting Barbatos also went incredibly smooth

-“Barbatos? The one that cleans the floors right? Big fan of your work, I could eat off the floor of the main hall.”

-He’s so glad to see you getting along with everyone and not getting intimidated by the brothers

-It gets him excited thinking about how the exchange program is gonna work and all three realms will be united

-But he’s not stupid so don’t think he’ll allow you to stumble around, getting up to all sorts of mischief

-He always has someone watching you because he would hate to see you die, despite being pretty fond of your carefree attitude

-“MC, please be careful. Most demons here aren’t all that nice.”

-“Aye aye Captain.”

-He fears that many demons would take your indifference as a challenge and try to assert dominance or something by kidnapping you

-As far as creatures of hell go, they love installing fear in people

-So he always keeps an extra eye open for you

-And he’ll be there to help you if something goes wrong

-But other than that, he’s pretty chill as well and he finds you so hilarious, it’s been a while since he’s seen someone as eccentric and dramatic as Mammon and Asmo

-Idk what else to add here, Diavolo is very accepting and as long as you don’t get hurt, he’s glad you can get used to your new surroundings so easily

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Al~