#and sticks with him through thick and thin trying to help him to achieve his goals because she believes in his cause

[skania]

It’s midnight and I’m DEEP into my Scheris/Ryuho feelings. This episode will always, always gut me.

[haechanokeh]

I’m Right For You [pt. 4]

[teaser/ prologue] [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ] [ 8 ]

(you can play Die For You by The Weeknd while reading this 😌)

pairing: popular college! mark x average! reader

genre: romance, smut, angst, series.

word count: 2.8K

warning (chapter): handjob, oral sex (male receiving), penetration, cream pie

warning: corruption, oral sex (both receiving and giving), cream pie, rough sex, mention of religion, rough sex, self-esteem, psychology, public sex, sub! reader, sex toys. possessive mark two-faced mark

I think I’m right for you, babe. You know what I’m thinking, see it in your eyes. You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry. It ain’t workin’ ‘cause you’re perfect and I know that you’re worth it I can’t walk away. (Die for you by The Weeknd)

you chose the latter, that's why you're sitting in his lap. you were straddling mark, your knees are both on each side of mark in the single couch where he was slouching comfortably. 

your mouth molding to each other producing loud smacking sound and moans. you both didn't hold back as if you owned the world. mark didn't know that you're mom was away but he never thought of her once, his head filled with you, only you.  you, on the other hand holding his jaws up as your shove your face down. his hands that were staying on your hips moved to your back, squeezing your ass that made you gasp. he slipped his tongue in your mouth, caressing your soft lips. he conquered your mouth like he owned it. jaws were clenching, lip locking. nasally heavy breathing, faint moans, and dirty smacking- all this noise filled your quiet house. 

mark noticed you were having a hard time breathing but you never stopped kissing him, you're like a hungry mad woman for him. not that he didn't like that, but you're literally about to lose your breath. he unlocked his lips from you, he was staring at your flushed face. 

"will you be mad if i tell you i've been wanting your mouth around my dick?" he sensually looked into your lips and his thumb tracing it. "i've always imagined how does it look like with my dick in it." 

his eyes darken. mark was now in his slightly dominant version. it sent you shivers at the same time your aching womanhood became responsive. 

"hmm, y/n?" he hummed to call your attention, wanting an answer from you. you nodded as a reply. "thank you." mark doesn't know if it's appropriate to say that in this mood but he said it because he was nervous that you will reject it.

you only saw his dick once but it didn't leave your head. you felt scared but you badly want him and you couldn't deny it. you voluntarily get off from his lap and kneel between his legs that are manly spread. your eyes focused on his bulging crotch as your hand reached for the garter of his gray sweatpants along with his calvin klein boxer shorts. pull it down. mark lifted his hips to help you fully remove his pants. you swallowed hard staring at the familiar veiny thing that mark has. it's not fully hard yet you can tell not until you look back and eyes met, mark get more aroused when he saw your doll-like eyes, nothing but innocence and excitement. mark watches you do all this things. 

mark leaned forward and traced your lower lip, he showed his middle and index finger. 

"lick it." he said with a commanding voice. you obliged, tongue out and lick the tips of his fingers, the side of it. you never left your eyes on him to check if he's doing it right. his lips were in thin line but it seemed like he's suppressing something. 

"suck it, y/n." he told you with authority. you started suck the tips. he smiled and pull away his fingers. "good girl, but don't use your teeth when you suck me, okay baby?" 

your heart jumped when he called you two names in a single sentence. 

he pumped his dick, scooted a little forward so that it wouldn't be a burden to you. he put hand hand behind your head and pull it slowly towards his crotch.

"you can start, y/n." he said with a smile, it was warm and reassuring. he switches expressions and emotions too quickly.

that's so inappropriate mark, it's not sexy but it made my heart skips a beat. 

you wrapped your hand around his dick, pumping it. mark let out a shaky sigh, so you check his face. he's so heavenly, parted lips eyes on your hand stroking his dick. you stick out your tongue and lick the tip. you gazed at each others eyes while you give his dick kitten licks and twirling your tongue around its head while stroking him. he was now biting his lip as he watches your tongue flatly on the base of it stroke it up all the way to the tip. he watches his dick slowly disappearing in your mouth. you can only achieve half of his dick so far while your palm around his dick where your mouth couldn’t rich and slowly bobbing your head.

“fuck.” mark hissed. you were looking up through your lashes from time to time to check he’s enjoying it. he did, this what he always imagined and nothing compares to this reality. he caressed your cheek that are sunken in, and gently tapped it. “faster baby.” 

you bobbed your head up and down in his dick, trying to go deeper but you were gagging so mark told you not yet, so you settled to sucking half of it while your hand occupied what you couldn’t. you stare at him through your lashes asking if you’re doing it right. your thighs are rubbing each other in arousal.

“yes, you’re doing good.” he moaned. he grabbed the sides of your head and help you to fasten the pace and go deeper. you gagged but his dick finally is in your throat. you didn’t realize that you’re hands already inside your sweatpants rubbing your clit through your underwear. you moaned which heighten his urgency to cum. you taste something weird, you assumed it’s his pre-cum.

“i’m close fu-” he pushed your head down more and your nose hit his pelvis, dick deeper than ever, hitting the back of your throat, mouth widely opened and suppressing your gag. “shit.” he pulled you out, you gasped and coughed a little. mark find it sexy when there’s a string of saliva that connects your mouth to his dick. he’s pumping his dick, one hand on the top of your head. 

“Tongue.” he hissed. you showed your tongue, gazing up in his face and down to his dick. mark produced a string of curses as he reached his high, it splured white thick liquid on your tongue and to your cheek. he tapped the tip against your tongue. you spit it on his dick and swallowed his dick  which made him off guard, shaking your head a little to deep throat him for the last time and threw your head back detaching your mouth from his cock. 

you were gasping heavily and eyes locked to each other. he admired your fucked up face, only for him.

“that was… hot.” he breathed out. you smiled widely, your teeth are showing, probably because of pride and without your knowledge you brought mark to cloud 9. mark swallowed.

yeah, this is much better than what i imagined. 

he leaned down, cupping your jaws and captured your lips. he could taste his essence but wasn’t bothered about it. your tongue dancing together and sometimes you were catching each other smiling through the kiss that’s why both of you are giggling but never stopped kissing. it was passionate and the word love potentially fits the description of the emotions you were sharing.

well, you flinched in surprise when you heard a doorbell. 

“wait, your mom?” mark started to get panicked, but that’s impossible, so you shook your head. were you expecting someone-

“the pizza!” you quickly get up but mark grabbed your wrist causing you to bend forward.

he wiped your face full of his cum and your lips that were wet because of the wet kiss with mixture of his liquid. he won't allow other men to see you like this, you weren't aware but your erotic face is stunning.

"okay, clean." he pat your back. you giggled and ran towards the door.

afraid of making things awkward between you two, mark stopped himself from asking you what you feel about him. he knew that things went all south every time he confess or address romantic relationship between you two so he shut his mouth.

you were studying with mark. mark is a great teacher, you only understand the lessons because of him and he gave you tips to memorize things, and mark is a "study smart" type of guy, he only focuses on what he thinks that will appear in the test.

however after several hours, you're crying. you completely forgotten that you also have long test for jurisprudence and ethics which a word by word exam and it's completely impossible for you to memorize a total of 49 sections.

mark felt bad but at the same time laughing because you were crying. everything about you is cute, beautiful, or sexy for mark, he's completely blind for love.

"the hell are you laughing at? why are you filming me?! you whined and tried to snatch his phone but he was quick.

both of you were sitting on the floor because the table is too small. you weren't completely away from each other too.

"don't cry over acads, that's stressful." he said laughing while his camera still filming you.

"give me that!" you sobbed, you crawled. you successfully snatched his phone from his hand however, a cliché scene happened.

you landed on top of him, chest against his chest, and faces are inches away to each other. mark? he didn't hesitate, he was hungry for you. lip locking and moaning like crazy what happened earlier seemed like happening again right now. but this time, you're much bolder.

"bed." you said in between the kiss. mark groaned and slapped your ass signaling you to stand up. you did but both of you didn't try to remove each other's lip.

your hands were flatly on his chest, pushing him towards your room. the back of his knees met your bed causing him to fall back on it. both of you bounced because of how soft your mattress is. he shifted your position that's why you're under him, crawled forward and you crawled back using your elbow until your head hit the headboard of your bed.

he nipped your neck while your hand rubbing his bulge. you dipped your hand in his boxers and trap his flesh, stroking it.

"shit." he cursed in pleasure. he pulled out your hand, at first it confused you but you just trust him.

he removed every single fabric you have, and mark breathed out in the sight your offered him. full round breast and beautiful curves. he watches your chest to go up and down as you breathe. again, you are just trusting everything to him so you just waited and ready to commit whatever he wanted to do to you.

mark grabbed both of the ankle of your legs and pulled it to closer to your body, knees bending, and thighs open. mark staring at it.

"everything about you is beautiful." mark gaze at your eyes. you can only see nothing but sincerity which made your blood rush to your face.

"i don't know." you don't usually get complimented... not until mark praising your beauty since the day he confessed and you really don't know how to receive compliments.

"then you should." he said before kneeling and diving in to your wetness.

"oh my..." you moaned when you felt his nose in your bud and his tongue licked your slit. he inserted his tongue inside you and just do its magic accompanied by his two fingers pumping your juices.

your head became empty, all you did was scream his name and moan loudly. but when he begun sucking your, your back arch which pushed down by mark. your hard gripping mark's head and pushing it more towards you.

your face distorted in so much pleasure and just exploded without any warning. mark licking and spitting it to your pussy.

you were catching your breath, still high in your orgasm. mark sat up, your essence dripping down on his chin.

"i need you so bad mark." but you want more, you want the real thing. you pyt your feet on his bulge and stroke it. he was surprised, and later realize what you mean. mark gave you an apologetic look.

"i really loved too but we don't have protection." mark said.

"i'm on pill." you said and yes you are taking contraceptive. you saw mark's inner brows twitch.

"why?" he said sounded suspicious of you. maybe he thought you were sexually active.

"hormonal imbalance." you simply replied. he's a pharmacy student, he already knew what it meant. you saw mark face relieved.

"no skip?" he said. mark making sure that he will not destroy your life, unlike him if ever you get pregnant it's going to be hard for you to study. yeah, mark really cared for you.

"no skip." you gave him a reassuring smile.

"good." he smiled back. mark spread your essence in his cock, pumping it.

he laid down but use his right arm beside your head supported his weight to avoid crashing you.

"are you ready?" his whispered softly in your ears. you faced him and nodded. he pecked your nose. you were slightly nervous but ready to give in.

and you ask yourself, why do you act like lovers? but your brushed it off because it might ruined the mood.

he aligned his member and slowly enter the tip and ut already feels different from his fingers. mark continue to enter you slowly but when you felt that your tissue was about to break, which is very painful your hand landed on his cheek, harshly.

he was startled, lashes blinking and he stopped.

"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry! i was just surprised by the pain." you were embarrassed and felt sorry. it's just afternoon so the room is bright and you could see it left a print on his cheek.

"it's okay, it didn't hurt." he smiled, lying. shit that stings. "put your hands in my arm or shoulder." mark said because he noticed you don't know where to put your hands because you were slightly nervous. you did what he said, hands on his shoulder.

then he dig it deeper and ripped you. you moaned painfully and nails digging mark. it really hurts for virgin, imagine a tissue being ripped? mark didn't move, his manhood isn't fully inside you. he whispered lovely things into your ears, praising you and giving your face feathery kiss.

when you feel like you can handle it already, you asked him to move.

"mark, you can move." you shakily said.

"i love you." he said. he always said this everyday, like almost didn't miss. he captured your lips and shared a passionate and sloppy kiss while slowly digging deeper inside you.

and he started to thrust his hips slowly but deeply inside you. it was painfully good and you want more.

"faster mark." you moaned almost begging.

mark started to fuck you fast. you became a moaning mess, your back wanted to arch so bad but his body on top of you not allowing it which added to your pleasure. you felt restraint under him and it made you go crazy.

"mark, right there, right there!" you were screaming, wishing that your neighbour will not hear you.

"fuck." mark cursed between his gritting teeth. his face was above you and you could clearly see that his eyes switched again into something dark. he grabbed your left ankle and lifted it. he quickly changed position, he was on his knees.

mark became harsh and his dick became accurate hitting your spot. you were screaming and crying because of the pain and pleasure. hands gripping the bed sheets and hips lifting as you feel euphoric. your lungs felt like deprived in oxygen.

"i'm cumming." you cried out.

"me too, y/n. you feel so good, you're great." he said you know he's about to cum too because his thrusts became sloppy.

you reached your high first, long moan, and your eyes were crossing. he leaned down, burying his face on your neck and groaned there. he painted your walls, you can feel how full you were down there.

both of you were gasping for air but mark was crashing your small body.

"mark i can't breathe." you tapped his shoulder. mark cursed in panic and quickly lift his body and laid next to you.

"y/n, i love you." he said it twice today, shamelessly.

you're looking at each other, breathing in sync but your lids became heavy and you lost your energy to respond to him. mark chuckled and kissed your nose.

"take a rest."

but the moment you woke up he wasn't there already. but you felt something in your forehead, you grabbed it. it was a sticky note. you laughed still half awake.

i tried to wake you up but you kicked my balls. don't worry, the test is an essay type, i already left notes in your laptop. sorry for using it w/o your permission. ps, i transferred some of your photos to my cellphone. i love you y/n - mark lee

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Paging Dr. Weasley

Requested: yes

George Weasley x fem! reader 

Warnings: strong language, asthma, fever and illness symptoms, food

Word Count: 3031

Summary: George is excited to go see the new products at Zonko’s and the harsh weather isn’t going to stop him. The reader has asthma and she's a bit apprehensive about going out in the cold, dry weather but George insists it’ll be fine. George, unfortunately, is wrong.

***

The night prior it was quite clear to you that the weather would be horrid. The wind, aggressive in nature, thrashed and collided with the walls of the stone walls of the castle. You were fortunate, however, tucked under your boyfriend George’s arm, asleep in his warm dorm. He had insisted that you stayed the night with him, when it got cold out he got clingy, and you had no objections to his suggestion. The following day you were to venture down to Hogsmeade with George, a week ago the plan was made when he mentioned needing prank supplies from Zonko’s, Fred unable to go because of a weekend detention he got himself. With the oncoming storm you had assumed that tomorrow’s plans had been canceled, knowing from past learning experiences the harsh cold was no help to your asthma.

Light flooded through the window in George’s dorm, a bright white that pierced your eyes even as they rest under your lids. You turned away from the harsh light, nose pushing into the warm, inviting chest of your boyfriend as you tried to slip back into a deeper sleep. A deeper sleep would not come, it wasn’t long after you turned that you were fully awoken by a deep groan.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell, I told Lee to close the stupid curtains when he got in too.” George grumbled, hand smacking against his face to cover his eyes.

You were silent as you slowly shimmied yourself higher onto the pillow, motioning for him to lower himself so his face would be in your neck, concealed from the morning sun reflecting off the night's snow. George happily complied, humming his gratitude as he nuzzled into your neck before placing a gentle kiss where your shoulder met your neck.

“Who opened the fucking window?” Fred’s voice was heard after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

His tone showed his clear annoyance, followed by a groan and the shuffling of covers probably a result from him angrily pulling them over his head.

“I might’ve forgotten.” Lee answered from his bed making Fred chuck one of his pillows at him.

George groaned into your neck, “Will you two wankers shut up. We’re trying to sleep.”

“We?” Lee and Fred asked in unison before Fred continued, “Is Y/n there with you?”

George and you had retired to bed quite early last night, and neither of you expected Lee or Fred to check to see if George was alone last night before going to sleep.

“Yeah she’s here so shut up.” George grumbled again.

You could hear Fred, or Lee you weren’t sure, as they moved around in their bed before they spoke. It was Fred.

“Was the poor girl buried under the blankets all night?”

You decided to respond this time, “No, I had my face out to breathe.”

“Guess it’s time to get up.” Lee grumbled, moving to swing his legs out from under the covers.

“Maybe if you closed the curtains we’d all still be asleep a bit longer.” George sassed as he moved to sit up, not before giving you a good morning kiss on your forehead.

“Maybe if you closed the curtains…” Lee mimicked in a high voice, getting up to go to the bathroom.

Deciding that sleep would not be achieved until tonight, you too, sat up, knuckling at your eyes as you leaned against George’s chest. He circled his arms around your waist, placing another kiss to the crown of your head.

“Morning, pretty girl.” He rasped into your ear.

Unfortunately it was loud enough for Fred to hear and make a gagging noise as he turned away from you two.

“Disgusting. When you guys leave feel free to close the curtains, yeah?” He mumbled from under his covers, a few tendrils of fiery hair poking out.

You shuffled your legs over the edge of the mattress, standing up and stretching before grabbing the pillow you had been using to go over and smack Fred from over the sheets.

“Get up you wanker.”

He yelped before sitting up abruptly, hair a literal mess with strands sticking out randomly, “Georgie! Your girlfriend is attacking me, make her stop.”

George pretended to think for a moment before answering, “No. I don’t think I will.”

Fred feigned offence before also getting up and out of bed, his maroon boxers with green ‘F’s on them were quite the sight.

“Mate, it’s snowing out. How are you only wearing your knickers.” Lee asked, coming out from the bathroom.

“Run hot.” Fred answered simply with an overly flirty wink directed at Lee.

“Merlin…” George muttered, shaking his head as he got out of bed.

You smiled at your beloved, his hair- much like his brother’s- a frizzy mess of red locks and his eyes still puffy from just having woken up, but unlike his twin, George had on a pair of flannel pajama pants and an old Gryffindor t-shirt that he had cut to show his midriff. He was quite literally perfect, his pants hanging low on his hips- just exposing his v-line- and his t-shirt, now crop top, ended just above his belly button, an auburn happy-trail in view.

“You ready for today?” George asked, pulling you out of your less than innocent thoughts, his knowing smirk a clear sign that you had been caught ogling at him.

You stood for a moment in thought, “Today?”

George nodded, “Zonko’s, butterbeer, our plan to go to Hogsmeade.”

“I thought we would postpone that, the weather is horrid.”

He peered out the window before turning back to you, “It isn’t snowing much anymore, I think we should be in the clear.”

“Don’t you have asthma though? Won’t it make it act up?” Fred asked as he slipped on his shoes.

You nodded slowly, moving to fix the astray sheets on George’s bed, “Yeah, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go out today.”

George pouted slightly, “We’ll bundle you up extra warm, and it’ll be quick. You’ll be ok, you haven’t had an attack in so long.”

You knew why he was so keen on going, Zonko’s had a new line of products that he was dying to get his hands on. He’d been talking about it for months, he and Fred finally saving up enough money from selling their own things to go purchase a few things. You felt bad, and he was right, you hadn’t had an asthma attack in a while so perhaps you’d be fine.

“Alright, but we’ll need to stop by my dorm so I can get my thick scarf. The one that goes up over my nose.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have it anyother way.”

An hour later you and George were ready to go, two scarves- one long enough to go over your nose- a beanie, fuzzy socks, and a pair of George’s mittens were part of the outfit you were sporting. You felt a lot more confident in your attire now, nothing could go wrong...right?

It went wrong.

So very wrong.

The first half hour out on the town was fine, a bit chilly but George was there to wrap an arm around you and pull up your scarf so it covered your nose. Then, as the forty-five minute mark hit, you started to feel a bit...wheezy. The scarf kept slipping, the wind had picked up, and it was extremely dry out. Once it hit an hour you were in a full blown asthma attack, having to pull out a rescue inhaler- something you made sure to bring with you no matter how confident you were at first- and George felt absolutely terrible as he watched you try to catch your breath in The Three Broomsticks.

George rubbed a hand in comforting circles on your back as you took a few inhales of your inhaler trying to stop the painful wheezes. You reached behind you, putting a hand on his to try and tell him it was alright and you didn’t blame him, knowing he’d be beating himself up over this.

Once your breathing had leveled enough for you to string together a few words uninterrupted, you turned to your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry but I think it would be better if I went back.” You muttered, voice still a little raspy.

George crouched down, face to face with you sitting in a chair, as he spoke, “Baby,” He cooed, “You shouldn’t be sorry. I’m sorry I forced you to come out knowing you have asthma and you were worried. I should’ve been thinking more about you, pretty girl.”

You shook your head gently, “It’s alright George, you were excited. No one needs to apologize, let’s just go.”

George silently agreed, moving to remove his scarf as you stood up. He pulled up your scarf so it went over your nose and wrapped his own scarf around it in hopes of it staying up better. Once he was happy with his work, he grabbed your mitten covered hand and you two walked out of the little pub.

Fortunately, you two got back to the castle without another asthma attack hitting you. George took you straight to his dorm, and sat you on his bed. The dorm was empty, it was still rather early in the day, but you felt your eyes start to droop as fatigue from the asthma attack, shivering in the cold, and fighting your way through the snow all came crashing down on you. You were also starting to get a headache, something you were definitely not happy about.

The lanky ginger noticed how tired you started to look and felt his heart melt all while guilt nearly ate him alive. He knew it was his fault you were feeling so bad, but your tired eyes and grabby hands at him made him smile.

“We need to get you changed, love.” He said quietly, going to his own trunk to pull out a sweater and pajama pants for you.

With his sweater and pajama pants in hand he got down to his knees in front of the bed where you sat and started to unbutton your coat. Once unbuttoned he helped you shrug it off, then helped shed all the other layers until you were in a thin t-shirt before pulling his sweater over your head. You moved to take off your bra but George muttered to let me, his hands sliding up under your shirt to unhook your bra, then letting you shimmy around to get your arms out before grabbing the undergarment and putting it in his trunk- he doesn’t need the boys coming in and seeing his girlfriends bra.

He then unbuttoned your jeans, slowly helping you pull them down your legs before replacing them with his own pajama pants.

“Stan for me for a moment.” He said, going to tie the drawstring in a neat bow to make sure the pants didn’t fall off of you.

“Thank you Georgie.” You smiled leaning into his chest.

“No problem, love. Let’s get you into bed.”

You shuffled onto the bed and situated yourself under the covers, looking up at George expectantly making him chuckle.

“You take a nap, I’m going to go get us food alright?”

“Ok.” You nodded, getting comfortable.

Before George was even out the room, you had fallen asleep, the day had taken a toll on you evidently. He smiled at your peaceful form, asleep in his bed, before carefully leaving the dorm to go grab some food for a late lunch.

George came back with the food fifteen minutes later, but he couldn’t find it in him to wake you up just yet. He waited around an hour before gently kissing your hairline to wake you up, but he grimaced at the unusual heat that your skin held.

When you woke, you felt fine, maybe a little lethargic, but fine. Usually asthma attacks didn’t take this much out of you but perhaps it was just because of how intense this one was and your head was still pounding.

You two quietly ate, George asking how you were every so often, you responding with a soft ‘alright’ before going back to the sandwich he brought. When the food was finished you crawled back into George’s bed, still feeling a bit sluggish but the food helped.

“Can you lay with me?”

George nearly awed audibly at how soft and small your voice was.

“Let me just change ok, bubs?”

You nodded, “Wear the cropped shirt please.”

George chuckled at your request but of course complied, pulling the shirt over his head and letting it fall just above his belly button. You smiled at the sight making him shake his head before pulling his own pajama pants on and climbing into bed next to you.

Hushed conversation started between the two of you. He was sitting up slightly with your head placed on his chest. As the sun went down and the other boys came back to the dorm, you let the melodic thump of George’s heartbeat lull you to sleep.

***

The night was a bit rough to say the least, George barely got any sleep due to his worrying about your wheezing. You didn’t usually wheeze when you slept, so it worried him. You on the other hand woke up with a stuffy nose, painfully dry cough, and achy muscles.

You were sick.

Even worse, it was Monday morning and you could not muster up the strength to get yourself dressed and to class. You had woken up first that morning, an aggressive cough pulling both you and George out of sleep. Once you the coughing fit had subsided you turned to look at George.

“I don’t think I can go to class today.” You pouted.

George pushed your hair out of your face as he answered, “Don’t worry about it, darling.” He placed an open palm on your forehead, “You’re burning up.”

Just as he had said it your body shivered before you erupted into another coughing fit.

“My thoughts exactly.” He smiled. “You are not leaving this bed today, and I’ve just gotten word that Dr. Weasley is in.”

You let out a raspy laugh, “You don’t have to miss class, I’ll survive.”

George shook his head, “Nope, I’m going straight to McGonagall to tell her that you are sick and I need to take care of you.”

He left before you could protest any further.

You turned around, getting comfortable again, and started to doze off before Fred piped up.

“I thought you two would never quite fucking yelling.” He groaned.

Lee responded for you, “Shut up you twat.”

***

George jogged to the transfiguration classroom still in his pajamas getting interesting looks from the people in the halls. He didn’t care though, not when his little love was sitting in his bed sniffly and sick waiting for his cuddles.

He made it to the classroom and pushed the door open, startling Professor McGonagall and the few students in the room.

“Mr. Weasley! You cannot just come stampeding into my ro- what in Merlin’s name are you wearing?”

George caught his breath before speaking, “Professor, Y/n is sick and she can't come to class and since she’s sick she obviously needs me to take care of her so I also cannot attend classes today.”

“Is Miss L/n alright?” McGonagall asked, now worried about the girl.

“It’s my fault, I took her out in the cold yesterday and her asthma acted up but now she’s also got a fever and she was wheezing all night.” George rambled, the guilt coming back.

His Professor put her hands out to stop his rambling and push him toward the door, “Alright, alright, you go take care of the poor girl, both of you are excused for today and tomorrow if it’s necessary. If it gets any worse take her straight to Madam Pomfrey, understood?”

George nodded and McGonagall continued, “And for Merlin's sake next time send someone else to come tell me, we do not need you strutting around the school in- in- whatever this is.”

She gestured toward George’s outfit making his ears turn pink, realizing just how many eyes are on him at the moment.

“Right, of course. Thank you.”

***

George made it back to his dorm just as Lee and Fred were stepping out to leave for their first class of the day. He offered them a quick good morning and ‘see you later’ before making his way to you. He found you asleep in bed and tucked the covers under your chin before sliding into bed with you, pulling you into his chest as he let sleep take over.

A few hours later he woke up to you already awake and reading a note, he assumed it was attached to one of the two bottles that had been placed on his bedside table sometime while he was asleep.

“Who’s that from?” He asked, sitting up and looking over the note.

“McGonagall, she sent up medicine.”

“How sweet of Minnie.” He smiled pulling himself out of bed, “Alright, let Dr. Weasley read it.”

You laughed, “Dr. Weasley?”

He nodded feigning shock, “Yes, Dr. Weasley, and I’m going to nurse you back to health.”

George plucked the note from you and read it over, taking in all the instructions on how and when to take the medication which he assumed were the two bottles.

The rest of the day passed with George waiting on you hand and foot, bringing up food, rubbing your back, cuddling you, you name it he did it. He also did it all in his cute little crop top that definitely helped speed up the process of your recovery.

Now as you lay in bed, George tilts your head up to place a gentle kiss on your lips but you stop him before he can.

“You’ll get sick.”

He chuckles, “I’ve been kissing on you, and cuddling with you all day. I’m going to get sick either way, pretty girl, so please let me kiss you on the lips at least once today.”

“Alright but we can’t tell anyone, I don’t think it’s very proper of me to be snogging my doctor.”

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[khaotic-kitsunes]

Boring Parties

Okay, but, add a lil’ SPICE, they’re at a hero party to celebrate some kind of bullcrap and reader DEFINITELY gets a lil’ too bored for her own good.

All in all, a fantastic situation that I hope you enjoy reading! It nearly came out as hcs but, fuck it! SCENARIO TIME!

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 “Sugar Lips, not that I’m complaining or anything, but where are we going? We shouldn’t be wandering too far”

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 You hummed in response to Taishiro’s question, keeping a hold of his hand as you lead him through the halls that you had explored briefly while he chatted with other heroes and members of the Safety Commission. It had been so terribly boring that you couldn’t help yourself, you were only attending the party as Taishiro’s partner and that meant that unless you knew a pro-hero or some of their partners, you were completely on your own.

 “It’ll be fine Gummy, you already spoke to a bunch of people for ages” You mumbled out the reassurance before peeking down the hall, making sure that no one was around before dragging your giant, pro-hero partner into an empty bedroom that you had discovered during your mini-adventure.

 You weren’t too concerned with anyone stumbling in on the two of you, given that everything in the room had been covered in thin sheets; including the large bed in the middle of the room. For some reason, it wasn’t being used and you were perfectly okay with that.

 “I still gotta hang around and we really shouldn’t be somewhere like this, someone’s gonna come looking for us” You pouted as you looked up at Taishiro, sticking your bottom lip out to make it obvious how you currently felt; even if he was right, it wasn’t like you were going to keep him here for long.

 “But Gummy Bear, I gave up the date-night you promised me for this party…can’t we have a little fun? Just a few minutes…please?” You spoke softly, moving your hand to his stomach while you stared up at him pleadingly; mentally cheering in your head when you saw the way he bit his bottom lip, a sure sign that he was about to give in to your desires.

 “…What sort of fun?”

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 Taishiro groaned low above you, moving a large hand to run through your soft hair while you busied yourself with his now painfully hard erection; trailing your tongue along the underside of his throbbing cock and stroking the base of it with your hands.

 It had taken him a little while to agree to your reckless plan, but eventually he gave in and sat on the edge of the bed as you had instructed; you could tell he needed this about as much as you did, but he was trying to be somewhat responsible. Unlike you.

 “(Name), I think that’s enough teasing. Don’t you?” Taishiro mumbled out the question, somewhat breathless as you peeked up at him, rubbing your cheek against his dick with a mischievous smile decorating your ruby-stained lips. It was impossible to say that you weren’t enjoying this situation, for once Taishiro was behaving himself and not throwing you to the bed to ravish you; mostly because if he did that, you would certainly be caught.

 It was because of that, that you were enjoying yourself so much. Teasing him with the release he so clearly wanted.

 “Not calling me sugar lips anymore?” You pouted slightly as you spoke, slowly trailing your tongue back up along him and to the tip of his dick; where small beads of precum had built up, enjoying the low curse that spilled free from the usually happy-go-lucky man above you.

 “I think you’re pushing me on purpose…but if you keep doing it, I’m gonna have to sneak you outta here in my suit jacket” You tilted your head curiously at his warning, opening your mouth to question him before gagging when he used his hand to push your head down onto his cock; a deep, throaty groan filling the room as he rolled his hips.

 “That’s better…” He hummed out the words of content, closing his eyes to savour the moment before opening them and peering down at you, his usual grin forming on his features; seemingly pleased with himself while his hand kept your head in place.

 “You were gonna ask why, right?” He chuckled at his own words, tangling his fingers into your once neat hair and pulling your head off of his cock; allowing you to take deep gulps of air that you had been lacking, faint coughs spilling free.

 “It’s because if you keep this up, I’m going to tear that too-tight dress off of you and fuck you stupid. By the time I’m done, you’re going to be a whimpering, moaning, naked mess, overflowing with my cum. Understand?” Taishiro watched you closely as you stared up at him with wide eyes, giving a slight nod of confirmation while your mind swam with thoughts and fantasies of him doing that very thing to you; unable to stop the dazed grin from tugging at your lips.

 “…That’s exactly how we’re gonna end up leaving this party, ain’t it?” Taishiro sighed deeply at your sheepish giggle, releasing his hold on your hair to lean back; apparently completely giving up on the idea of returning to the party he had been invited to.

 “Insatiable little thing, aren’t you…?” He muttered the question to himself while you shuffled closer to him, taking his saliva-covered dick back into your mouth, sucking eagerly in an attempt to sooth his frustrations.

 Taishiro let out a low groan, sitting back up to look down at you with a familiar hunger in his eyes, moving his hand to cup your cheek while you bobbed your head; sucking firmly.

 “Tell you what Sugar Lips, make me cum and I’ll do just that.” He chuckled at the surprised expression on your face, groaning low when you took more of him into your mouth; stopping yourself before you ended up gagging around him again.

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 “That’s no good, take me properly if you want me to cum (Name)…”

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 You whined around him when his hand moved back to the back of your head, pulling you down more until your lips were around the base of his cock; barely able to stop yourself from gagging before he allowed you to lift your head so that you could breathe easy again.

 “Unless, you can’t do it?” You frowned at his suggestion, taking a few more deep breaths before moving your hands to his thighs and pushing yourself up to his level; your nose brushing against his faintly.

 “You want me to gag around your cock? Keep using your hand. If you want me to make you cum, then I’ll do it my own way…choice is yours Gummy” You grinned as you spoke, squealing out in surprise when his hand slapped against your arse harshly; jolting your forward so that your lips collided with his, a low hungry noise forming in the base of his throat.

 “I wanted to get through this party tonight, you’re the one that brought me to this room.” Taishiro growled out the response against your lips before pulling his head back, the hand on your arse pulling you ever closer; his throbbing erection rubbing up against the material of your dress, likely ruining it.

 “Now, I think I’m going to have you choke on my dick a little more…so be a good girl, Sugar Lips…and get back on your knees for me before I have to punish you properly” You gulped at his warning, nodding your head while you moved out of his grip and onto the floor; recognising a serious threat when you heard it.

 Even if Taishiro would never hurt you, he would most certainly push you until you were close to orgasm before denying you however long he felt like; it was a cruel punishment that you did your best to avoid.

 “That’s better” He smiled above you, tangling a hand into your hair once more while you took him into your mouth; guiding you to take him as he needed and offering small words of praise whenever you gagged around him.

 Luckily for you, you knew Taishiro’s limits and like this, he wasn’t going to last very long; he never did when it came to your mouth and you were perfectly alright with that, given that when it came to making sure you finished. He did whatever he needed to do to achieve that.

 “Your mouth feels as amazing as ever, Sugar Lips…I would thank you for taking me away from the party but I’m gonna have to hear about that later, so next time, this won’t be happening” Taishiro groaned low as he spoke, cursing under his breath while you sucked on his throbbing cock as best you could; allowing your head to move with his hand without resistance.

 “A little more baby, just a little more” You hummed around him in response, blinking quickly when he pulled your head down to take every inch of his cock into your mouth suddenly; the harshness of the action making you cough and gag around him while he released his hot, thick seed into your mouth.

 A low groan of your name escaping him while his grip on your hair disappeared, allowing you to pull your head back to regain both your composure and your breath; swallowing the cum that was in your mouth while the last of it landed over your chest, completely ruining your dress.

 Now, you would definitely need to sneak out wearing his suit jacket.

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 “Ah, crap…sorry Sugar Lips, I’ll get you another one later.”

[sariahsue]

Of Secrets and Snowflakes

What am I doing? What am I doing? What on earth am I doing? The obvious answer—stalking a celebrity in broad daylight—didn't seem to cover the magnitude of her stupidity. Ladybug knew she shouldn't be out here, in the cold, sitting in a barren, snow-glazed tree, staring at her breath and Adrien's front door. She was sure to be caught, and the worst of it was that she couldn't even see his window from here. All of the dangers, with none of the benefits.

It had been twenty-four hours since Chat Noir's accidental identity reveal and Ladybug just wanted to 'check on' her partner. Not talk to him exactly, but just see him. Make sure he was okay. Without him seeing her. But she couldn't really do that from here, so she'd have to loop around to his window.

Not giving herself the chance to change her mind, she unhooked her yoyo and jumped. Each swing closer gave her another ten reasons to turn back. It was too soon. Neither of them were ready. She shouldn't be putting him in danger like this.

But Ladybug was suddenly on his fence, balancing dangerously between making one last leap to his window ledge and retreating. The quiet of his yard made her stop. A breeze skimmed the tops off of snow drifts. Sunlight reflected off the icicles hanging from the roof.

She really should check on him. It hadn't been right to dump him and run like she had yesterday.

She took a breath. It was probably best to leave. Neither of them would be able to act professionally now that his identity was out in the open. If they didn't put up boundaries now, they wouldn't be able to protect Paris. And if they couldn't protect Paris, then Hawk Moth would win. But boundaries could easily become walls, and then they'd drift farther and farther apart and then—

Ladybug heard the wet smack before she felt the cold of the snowball exploding across her cheek.

"HEADSHOT! WOO!" Adrien jumped out from behind a very tall, thin snowman as chunks of snow dripped off Ladybug's cheek.

"Go on, tell me how impressed you are with that throw," he said, pulling off his woolen beanie and flourishing it as he bowed in her direction. "And I'm not even in my suit right now!"

"Shh!" Ladybug hissed, snapping her head around to make sure no one was close enough to listen.

"Who's going to hear me?" Adrien asked, putting his hat back on. The bright red pom pom flopped into his face. "My father?" He waved a mittened glove (again black and red, she was sensing a theme) at the snowman. With its pointed hair and narrow frame, it looked suspiciously familiar. Adrien ducked behind the snowman, raising one of its tree branch arms in a wave.

The snowman was much more a pile of snow if anything, shaped tall and thin into a pointed tip that resembled the twirl of an ice cream cone. It was all angles, even its thin tree branch arms stood from its frigid form and perched above its long carrot nose were a pair of oddly familiar thick-rimmed glasses. Ladybug bit down on her lip to stifle her laughter as she easily recognized the ill-fashioned, candy-cane-striped ascot tied around its neck.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle," he spoke with an exaggerated deep voice. "'Tis I! Gabriel Snowgreste!"

"Did you steal those glasses it's wearing?" she asked, barely managing to hold back her giggles.

"They're a spare pair," Adrien said. "He won't even notice. I want to show you something." He held up a hand to her, ready to help her down, if she chose.

Ladybug chewed her lip as she hesitated. This was dangerous. The lines between them were already starting to fuzz and disappear, and if she couldn't maintain distance—no, she could. This wasn't any different than the other rare occasions she'd been to his house.

Ignoring his hand, Ladybug jumped down to land beside him. Snow crunched under her feet. "I can't stay for long," she said, looking from her hands, to the icicles hanging from his roof, and then to his lips—ahem, back to her feet. "I'm on patrol and I don't have much time to chat up random civilians."

"Aha, 'patrol.' Gotcha," Adrien said. He took a step closer, and she started to wonder if the pink on his cheeks was only from the frigid air. "Well, thank you, M'Ladybug, for stopping by to see me, someone you've never met before, when you were obviously so busy. Tell me, what's your favorite part of being a superhero? The powers? The fans? Or is it the amazing company you keep?"

She couldn't help a small giggle. Adrien, your Chat is showing. She wasn't fast enough to convincingly cover it with a cough and saw his eyes sparkle and the color on his cheeks deepen, and realized she'd made a mistake already. Professional. Distant.

Dang it.

"Since you're here, want to stay and see what I made?" He took her silence for assent and reached for her hand, leading her across the yard.

Brisk air blew at her back, creeping across the exposed skin of her neck and ears, but Ladybug's brain was overheating. Stay here? With Adrien? Forever? Her steps were halting and uneven. When he turned to see what the matter was, he dropped her wrist immediately.

"Sorry!" he said, putting up his hands. "I didn't mean—I shouldn't have grabbed—s-sorry, I mean, we can hang out if you want? I've got hot chocolate inside. We could talk about—"

Wind whistled through the empty branches above them, carrying snowflakes and another dozen reasons to say yes, that sounded wonderful. Adrien—her partner—was warm and inviting.

"O-or," he continued, looking around the yard for inspiration. "We could watch something? Or I could read something to you? Not that I think you can't read, but …" His voice stuttered and died away under her continued silence. "Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed."

It had only been a day, and their sync, their perfect harmony was already ruined, she could tell. How many times had Chat Noir simply looked at her and known what she was thinking? And now he was reading her all wrong.

"I really shouldn't be here," she said. "It's not safe."

"No one's going to see us," Adrien promised, a little desperately. "And we're friends, aren't we? We can hang out, right?"

"Well …" Another gust of wind, and movement caught her eye: the stick arms of Gabriel Snowgreste. Adrien had been out here all alone, ignored by everyone he cared about, and she couldn't have that. Ladybug was a woman of many plans, so from the ashes of 'pretend she had never met Adrien' another one was quickly born. It was called 'pretend everything was under control.' For his sake, and for the sake of the team, she'd set her emotions aside.

"Of course we're friends," she said, before firmly reminding herself, and nothing more. "Lead the way."

In three short skips, Adrien led her around the corner of the mansion, straight toward a mound of snow that went up to his shoulders. "Tada!"

"Oh," Ladybug said. She took in the patches of dead grass peeking out around the edges of the mound, and the shovel leaning against the side. What was it? He'd obviously worked hard, and she didn't want to say the wrong thing. "L-looks impressive?" She swallowed hard, trying to force her stutter down.

"You're admiring the wrong side, LB." He crouched and twisted out of sight. On the correct side of the small dome was a stubby tunnel opening, with a hole just wide enough to crawl through. An igloo. How had he found enough time to build an entire igloo? Shaking her head, she followed him inside.

The interior was small. Even with her height disadvantage, she wouldn't have been able to lie down without her feet sticking out the door, but that only added to the igloo's coziness factor and—she swallowed hard—sense of intimacy. Dim sunlight filtered through the thinner areas of the dome, creating a soft glow. And Adrien smiled sweetly at her as she sat down. She needed to make this quick.

"Thank you," he said, scooting closer to her.

"F-f-for?" There was no reason to stutter. There was no reason to shiver in anticipation as he lined his body up next to hers.

"Coming to see me. It's not a patrol day, so—" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I miss you when I don't get to see you."

It was an odd time to realize that igloos had no windows. No one could see them, no one would witness whatever happened next. And she really needed some air, because Adrien was right there, his face illuminating the small space. How many times had Chat Noir—Adrien—told her that he loved her? The heat on her face was going to melt the igloo he worked so hard on.

"Glad I could make you beel fetter—I mean f-feel better!" Ladybug scrambled for the tunnel entrance and for safety. The biting chill brought her clarity. She'd thought she needed more time to adjust to her two favorite boys being one person, but that wasn't the real reason she was running away. She couldn't be trusted around him. Distance and control and careful plans were no match for Adrien Agreste.

"I bet you'd make a good snow angel." Adrien lay in the igloo's entrance, face in his hands and staring at her, freezing her on the spot. "Because you're so angelic."

Ladybug kind of, sort of, maybe, gaped at him for several seconds before hitching her heart back into place and closing her mouth.

"Sorry, was that too much?" he asked.

She managed to squeak out a small, "No!" before she dropped to her knees and kissed his forehead, letting her mouth rest against his skin just a fraction of a second longer than she thought she should. "Maybe next time, Chaton."

And then she bolted.

Ignoring the voice that said to stay, to see where this path led, Ladybug finally achieved her distance. She didn't turn around until her feet landed on the hard sidewalk, and they were separated by the mansion's iron fence. Adrien was still visible through the bars, crouching behind the igloo to watch what she should do, expression obscured by his creation.

Even when she was trying to protect him, she hurt him.

He wasn't just Chat Noir anymore. And not just Adrien. He was her … he was so many things to her that she wasn't even sure what to call him. He was her partner. Her best friend. The person she always wanted to run to …

And was now running away from to protect.

***

That night, darkness fell on an uncertain Ladybug. Shadows stretched beneath her dangling feet as it started to snow lightly. Marinette had known all day that she needed to apologize, that much had been obvious. She'd even prepared a thermos of hot cocoa for a peace offering.

But now what? How could she go on without hurting or endangering Adrien further? The cleanest way to keep him and the city safe was to tell him they needed to only see each other during akuma attacks, to maintain the dynamic that had always worked so well. Would either of them be able to stand that?

The only clear answer was that running away from him had solved nothing. She sighed, scooped up the thermos, and pushed off to find him. She would think of something. She had to.

Ladybug was greeted with the dark, empty windows of Adrien's room. It was too early for him to be in bed, but too late for him to be at a photoshoot. If she knew Chat Noir, and if Chat Noir was Adrien, then she was sure he'd be out and about somewhere. As she raced to all his favorite hangout spots, doubt started to set in. This was another sign of their weakening bond. He had read her wrong before, and now she couldn't anticipate where he would go.

A few minutes later and getting desperate, she swung back toward his house, hoping that maybe he'd already gone home. In between street lamps, hundreds of string lights covered buildings and fences and trees. Icy puddles and piles of snow seemed to blur together as she pushed herself faster. She arced over the park and spotted a lone figure on a bench staring up the Ladybug and Chat Noir statue. Lights hung off her stone counterpart like necklaces and scarves. The person on the bench looked like marshmallow in a puffy white coat that was several sizes too big. But she recognized the red pom pom.

Landing silently next to him, she asked, "Hey, on the prowl?"

Adrien sat up a little straighter at the sound of her voice. "Ladybug! You're here! I mean, you don't have to stay if you don't want to." He slid to make room for her on the bench, ever hopeful.

"Do you know how long I've been looking for you?" She took the offered seat and uncapped the thermos for him.

"I'm guessing you were dying to see me and have been calling my name for hours."

"You haven't been here out for hours, have you?" she asked in alarm.

"No, no," he assured her. "I was just—never mind." He took a sip of the thermos to avoid her questioning look.

They passed thermos back and forth several times before Ladybug said, "Sorry for freaking out at you earlier. I'm here because I want to spend time with you, but …" The words caught in her throat. What should have followed was, but we can't right now. She couldn't say it. She was here because she wanted to be with him. Another sip hid her struggle, as she tried to buy herself time, so he wouldn't have to see her confusion, to delay the words that would hurt him.

The wind blew, and she shivered, though she resisted the urge to lean into him for warmth.

He noticed her shudder anyway. "Maybe this isn't the best time for this conversation," he said.

Ladybug pressed her fingers into the side of the thermos, trying to draw in its heat. "I'm fine." Her teeth chattered. "Not cold." They needed to have this conversation. She needed to get a hold of herself for his sake, though she wasn't sure if she meant her shivers or her emotions.

As lightly as another breeze, Adrien's arm snaked around her shoulder, bringing with it half of the coat. She tried to protest, but he just leaned over to grab the thermos from her and pulled her deeper into his side in the process. "Sorry, but you're freezing. Don't try to hide it," was the only apology he gave.

Now she'd done it. Given him the wrong impression. He thought she was stopping because of the weather and not because she was choking on her words. He'd misread the situation again. They were out of sync. All of her efforts to fix it had failed. What was she supposed to do now?

"You probably think we shouldn't be sitting out here like this," he said. "I get it."

Ladybug frowned. Did he really? Could he tell how badly they were messed up?

"It's been pretty crazy for me. I can't imagine what it's been like for you. You're always the one with the plan, and there's no way to plan our way out of this. It'll just take some time."

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Maybe … she started to hope. Maybe he did get it.

"But I trust you, Ladybug. And I'm glad we're in it together," he said. "Right?"

"Always," she said. They couldn't turn back to where they had been. And they couldn't stop their partnership from developing. But as she laid her head on his shoulder and stared up at the sparkling lights illuminating their statues, she thought maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing after all.

For now, she had a new plan …

Trust her partner.

***

Author's note: This was written for the Miraculous Writer Zine: Once Upon a Season. Together, we raised $2,385 for the Organization of Transformative Works. The zine is no longer on sale, so all the authors have been given permission to post their works!

[plush-rabbit]

SFW Alphabet - Shigaraki Tomura

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Tomura isn’t very affectionate. He’s cold and distant; with the only sign that he wants you near him is when knees and shoulders touch. However, once he receives affection from you, he relishes in it. He’s nuzzling into you, his lips ghosting over your exposed skin and he just wants to lay there with you for as long as he can. His affection will always be a silent plea for you to start it.

B: Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

If you touch him of your own accord, he’s freezing in place with halted breath as you run your hands over him. There’s hesitation to touch you, always afraid that he’ll slip and put all five fingers on you, a mistake he’s not willing to take chances with. But when touch him, going into him with full acceptance and pressing your lips against his, he’s melting and forgetting how to breathe.

C: Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

He’s scared to cuddle. He doesn’t want to risk accidently decaying you and will only cuddle if you both are awake- less of a chance for hands to accidentally meet. Once he has control over his quirk, there’s always a chance you’ll fall asleep with limbs entangled and hands meeting. He’s still apprehensive about it but he has confidence in himself and you have confidence in him. The most used position is when you both are facing each other where a head is buried in a chest and lips are pressed against a temple.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

Before he gained control of his quirk, his main wish was to touch you. He wanted to feel your hand in his and intertwine fingers and trace your features. He wanted to touch you without fear. After gaining control of his quirk, his only dream is to have you by his side as he achieves his goal.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

He isn’t used to being in a relationship so he doesn’t put that much effort into it. He usually gets annoyed if you express distaste in his lack of effort. However, if it proves to be a strain, he’s willing to try to put effort into it and will take advice from the internet or otome games. He doesn’t want you to leave him, he’s willing to try even if it isn’t his usual cup of tea.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

He flicks them in the forehead and will walk them away from whatever they’re scared of (spiders, bugs, etc.) If you’re scared by the storm, he lets you play co-op with him and will do anything else he can to try to distract you. If it’s a fear that dwells more on personal issues, he’s not that good at dealing with them but he’ll listen to you rant and just try to help you calm down. He’s oddly really good at helping you get distracted. He claims he can’t get shit done if you’re whimpering but long after you’ve calmed down, he’s still with you.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

In the beginning if the relationship, he hardly gives you any gifts. The only gifts that he’ll give you are when he accidentally breaks something of yours and it’s replaced the next day. As the League rises in the ranks, the gifts will become more, proper things that you’ve expressed wanting before. He doesn’t expect gifts back but he’s always delighted when he does; he watches over them and protects them with his life.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

He doesn’t hug you too often, only moving to stand closer to you, shoulders bumping and a pinky outstretched towards you. But as time goes on, he seeks for your affection and will nudge you, his silent ask for a hug. His hugs are stiff in the beginning, so still you swear he isn’t breathing but as the affection increases, so do his hugs. He’s wrapping his arms tight around you and burying his head into the curve of your neck and he’s relaxed.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

He isn’t very romantic. Romance with him is a step above friendship and while he will go up to you to a plant a kiss he won’t be there with flowers and a box of chocolates. Intimacy is a hard thing for him to grasp,

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

He is easily jealous. You belong to him, you’re dating him and while he does have faith that you won’t cheat on him, he can’t stop the feeling from overtaking him. He’s a lot rougher when he’s jealous. He’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, hands that clutch the fabric of your shirt and if looks could kill, the person flirting with you would be dead a hundred times over. The person has five seconds to walk away and if they don’t, his fingers are digging into his face. It’s a threat for all others in the room that you’re off limits.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

He is a harsh kisser- cracked lips that are scarred are pressed against yours- slowly molding into a more passionate kiss. He loves to kiss you, it’s his chance to show you how much he cares for you without saying it. He will always kiss you when he gets the chance. He’s less likely to do it in public, but he won’t pull away if you insinuate it.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

Tomura says the l-word far into the relationship, eyes that stare deep in yours and the hint of a smile threatening to spill as he tells you that he loves you. He doesn’t say it often, you’re the one who tells him and he nods in affirmation. He prefers to show his love to you. If you want someone to disappear, he’s on it, you want a new controller, a store is getting ransacked that night. Often times, his love is shown to you with his vulnerability.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

He doesn’t want to get married. He sees it as a waste since he knows that he loves you and that you love him. You two have been together through thick and thin and he’s aware that you’re not going to leave him.

N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Date nights are nights. Given who he is, you two can’t exactly go to a movie theater or take a walk in the park so regular nights where you two are alone are often considered date nights. You’ll bring home take out and watch movies or watch him play a game, often playing together and just stay together. He feels a tad annoyed that he can’t go out with you but you always claim that you’re happy at home with him and you prefer to be indoors anyways.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

He hardly expresses his concerns with you. You’ll try to ease him into sharing with you, claiming that it’s what partners do and that you’re with him and you accept every part of him and his life. He still can’t bring himself to go to you and express his emotions the way you can. He tells you it’s not a big deal- that it concerns stuff he doesn’t want to put on you but he still lets you massage his scalp and press gentle kisses to him when he’s had a difficult day.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

While he’s serious in the beginning, he becomes more playful as the relationship progresses. He teases you a lot more, will engage with banter and snicker when you whine and call him mean.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

He won’t ask for your opinion, he doesn’t really care but if you voice it, he’s more likely to change his view on whatever it was. He will voice his opinion before you can even open your mouth.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

The relationship is spontaneous. He shows up to your door in the middle of the night or breaks in through a window and will just shake you awake. If he has a spare second, he’s using it on you. Things with him just happen and you just have to go with it. He’ll respect your wishes if you just want to sleep while he’s there or if you rather not go out anywhere but he will complain for a bit.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

He will avoid sleeping with you in the beginning. You truly mean a lot to him and he can’t risk losing you because you wanted to sleep in the same bed with him. It’s a slow progression when he starts to sleep you, back facing you to a body that sleeps still, to facing towards you and eventually cuddling to sleep.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

He will not trust you in the beginning of the relationship, he’ll shun you out and lie but once he realizes you’re there to stay, he will place his entire trust in you. He will trust to go to you with more of the League’s minor plans, for his own personal reasons. He’d never say it but he’d place his life in your hands.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

Tomura is an obsessive lover. Growing up in his conditions where he had no contact with anyone his age and being stunted emotionally, he grows to be obsessed with you, always wanting you by his side and needing to know if you’re safe. Once he’s able to touch you, he’s holding onto you, always a hand on you and keeping you close to him.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

You’re in it for the long run if you want him to be vulnerable. He’s already a person who wants to stick close by you, but when he’s vulnerable you see a side of him you haven’t seen before. He’s pressed against you and hiding his face, he’ll make noises of disapproval if you try to shift in fear that you’re going to leave. He’s needy to new extent, and he’s quiet, only wanting you to touch him.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

You are his haven. He may not be the most vocal about how much you really mean to him, but you are the best thing he’s had in his life. He goes to you for comfort, for reassurance, for praise, for love. You are the one thing that calms him down without the additional feeling of sickness.

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

If you got hurt on your own accord he’s telling you to be more careful and treating you a tad softer depending on your level of injury. However, if someone were to hurt you, it’s an immediate death, hands over the person’s face and watching them disintegrate. He’s silent and cold, even to you, the only indication that he cares is that he doesn’t allow you to leave the bed no matter the level of injury, he’s keeping watch on at all times.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

He dislikes that you want to celebrate holidays. He doesn’t see the need and finds it tedious, it’s so much work for one day and you usually want him to just wait and relax for a second but he doesn’t have time to relax. You want to show your love a little bit more during those days and want him to just put a little effort but he sees it as a dumb holiday(s) and will turn his nose up.

As for something that bothers you, he’s dismissive and waves off your concerns. He will run himself ragged, resting once his body can’t handle to stay up any longer and you want to ease a bit of his workload, but he won’t let you get anywhere near the League if he can help it. He’ll say he’s fine and that’s final.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

While he may not be the most affectionate type, he’s very passionate about the relationship and he shows it through his actions. He presses heated kisses against you, pressing his body against yours and littering your body with the ghost of his lips. He doesn’t necessarily need passion, but when it’s given to him, he needs it more than he needs air- he needs to get drunk off of it and commit your touch to memory.

[chilly-me-softly]

Every Little Thing's Gonna Be Alright • Chapter 23

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 22

A few months later the situation between Evelyn and Jack was quite stable, both of them very happy with their relationship and always doing their best to see each other as much as possible. Not everything had always been rosy, of course, sometimes distance or small misunderstandings turning into big ones had contributed to create bumps along the way. But the two of them always found a way to fix things, either in person or from a distance.

Cece continued to grow pampered by everyone, giving smiles and babbles here and there. It was impressive how much she had achieved in that time, how she could keep everyone trapped around her little finger. How much love Evelyn felt for that little creature who every day added a brick to her personal growth and development.

Another football season was coming to an end and Jack had made her a proposal she'd had a lot to think about recently. Villa's last game would be at home and not only had Jack asked her to go to the game, but also to take part in the traditional lap of honour to thank all the fans for their support during the season.

Needless to say, she had taken a few days to think about it. Taking part in the event would certainly have meant first of all making their relationship public, exposing not only her but also Cece and giving the green light to various gossips and unwanted free opinions. On the other hand, however, there was being able to spend time with him, in his world. Taking the relationship a step further.

It was in those moments that she realised that her good intention to think less and act more would be more difficult to carry out. If she could let herself loose on some things, well, there was still something of her old self that surfaced from time to time. It was always like that, she knew from the start that she would eventually go but until that day she wouldn't stop worrying about this and that, about what might happen....

As she sits on the bed keeping an eye on Cece who is playing with the puppet given to her by Ben, Jack phones her. A smile automatically forms on her face as she runs her finger across the screen to accept the call. It's time to give him an answer.

"Hey you"

"Hi. Where are you? Doesn't look like your room to me or am I wrong"

"We're in Ben's room. Apparently this girl here got bored of hers" Evelyn shifts her phone slightly to also frame Cece who continues to chew on that bear's ear she holds in her hands undisturbed.

"Who is he? Who is he? Is he Jack?" she coos as the little girl pays attention to that familiar figure she now sees regularly, waving her little legs and babbling something making Jack smile.

"Hi sweety! Hi! I miss you so much"

"So I have news for you"

"Really?"

"Don't act like you didn't call just for that" he chuckles throwing a quick glance at the calendar where the date is marked a thousand times with a black marker.

"So what did you decide?"

"Well me and my girl have been consulting a lot"

"Oh yeah?" he interrupts her smiling cheekily as he closes one hand in a fist and uses it to hold up his head.

"Yeah" she teases him sticking her tongue out at him as Cece starts opening and closing her hand to greet him.

"Ha ha she doesn't like it when you're a smartass. Tell him we're not going anymore"

"That's not true!" his voice almost covers the last part of what she's saying but in reality he's understood all too well that in a few days he'll be able to hold them both again, and the smile on his face cancels out the poor attempt to claim he's offended.

"Say bye bye to Jack"

"Nah she likes me"

"To sleep, sure. I'm a little jealous to be honest she has the blanket with your scent on it though"

"You have me" he promptly replies as she bites her lip moving her gaze out of the camera frame.

And they continue to talk as they always do, the confirmation took a load off both of them, with Jack most of the time just watching the two girls while Evelyn plays with Cece wishing time could move faster. Until they are forced to interrupt the conversation due to a nappy change and the little one has already hit her with the puppet a couple of times.

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Evelyn and Cece arrived at Jack's a few days before the last game of the season. He has promised that sooner or later they will also be able to get out of that house and maybe take a walk in the park taking advantage of the beautiful days the weather is offering, but the first few days are for him and no one else.

He comes home after the last training session of the season a little later than usual because he stopped for a little extra with some teammates and finds no one downstairs. As he goes upstairs, however, Evelyn's voice and Cece's little cries become more and more indistinct enough to take him to his room, and when he opens that door he can't help but smile. The two of them are playing tenderly with Evelyn leaning over to kiss the little one's tummy and the baby laughing moving her tiny hands, closing her fists around her mommy's hair.

He can't help himself when Cece won't let go of a lock of Evelyn's hair causing her to moan, laughing and blowing his cover. Evelyn looks up at him immediately lighting up and signalling for him to come closer.

"We have a surprise for you" she tells him and his curiosity immediately ignites so much that he almost runs making those few steps that separate him from the bed.

"What is it?" Evelyn simply shifts her gaze between him and the girl wanting to point at something and he after a moment gets the message by lowering his gaze, his eyes immediately falling on the Villa crest and wandering over the small kit trying to find differences from the usual. But it's only when Cece rolls onto her side, showing part of the Grealish name on her back, that he swears his heart has stopped beating for a few moments.

Cece's kit had always been plain, no name no number on the back. Evelyn had always felt on the edge for a choice that was so simple on the outside but actually brought up so many questions. Should she have had 'Daddy' written on it? No it was too soon. What did Jack think, was it too much? And again, does using his surname mean forcing him to take responsibility? What are we? Geez, the fight with her madness was really open.

And it was Jack who had then put an end to her paranoia, as always, and bought a small plain kit, giving her further time to clear her head and be satisfied with the fact that for the time being she would still wear the kit while supporting the team he played for.

"Since we're only going to see each other tomorrow when the game is over, we made a preview just for you" Evelyn pulled him back into the room and he reached out to the little girl taking her in his arms.

"Probably for the best or Jack would have cried in front of the whole stadium. Don't you think so too?" he murmurs cuddling the little girl, who seems to just want to reach up his nose, under Evelyn's tender gaze.

"I can't wait for tomorrow now. I mean look at this!" Jack lifts her up in the air like in the Lion King scene so he can look at that name once more and Evelyn can't help but laugh at the boy's excitement, happy it was the right choice after months.

The atmosphere in the stadium is something sensational, but she wouldn't have expected less to be honest. That's how it is when someone cares about a team, you stick together through thick and thin. It's a mutual kind of love. It doesn't matter if the previous week went well or badly, every time you try to do your best on one side and show all the support on the other. And that season for Villa had not gone badly at all, no one's fate depended on that game but it was still an opportunity and should be taken as such.

That hour and a half passed between watching something of the game, entertaining Cece, chatting with some of the girls she had already met in the previous months until the final whistle blew and little by little everyone began to prepare to take the field. Having fulfilled their duties more or less, even the players can finally allow themselves to relax. Jack is quick to find them and take Cece in his arms leaving her a loud kiss on the cheek, happy for the win and the moment.

"Ready?" Evelyn just nods, following Jack around the field but still remaining a little on the sidelines allowing him to do what he needs to do, greet the fans and enjoy the moment. More than ever she can understand when both he and her brother referred to those people as a second family, seeing them all gathered there happy and smiling joking with each other or playing with their kids. Everyone seems to know everyone, everyone is nice to everyone and she really has a good time getting to know this new family.

Once home and having put Cece to bed, who had fallen asleep in the midst of all the commotion, the two of them enjoy a moment alone snuggled up on the sofa.

"Today was nice"

"Evelyn" Jack sighs and she waits for him to continue, but when that doesn't happen she lifts her head from his chest meeting his eyes, "Move in here"

"What? Are you sure? Just know it's different from having us here only once in a while"

"I want everything. I want you here every day when I wake up or when I go to sleep. I want you here to cheer me up or have fun together. I want to live both of you every day, I want to be part of your lives fully, make this our home and I don't want to worry anymore that you might leave. I want to give you everything I'm capable of and build something strong with you" Jack strokes her cheek softly.

"So what do you say?"

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I just want to let you know that there won't be a chapter next week, I need to focus on something else but I'll be back for the last chapters normally then. In the meantime I hope you enjoyed this one x

Tag: @alexajanecollins @emwritesfootball @rosie7703

Chapter 24

[mc-i-r]

The poem

Summary: Roman finds an unusual notebook on a certain sides desk. What he finds inside is... surprising.

Pairings: platonic Prinxiety

TW: mentions of self-harm, mentions of hospitalization, mentions of blood, angst of course, brief mention of eating disorder, poor self image, major fluff at the end don't worry ;)

Let me know if I missed any triggers!

Word count: 2,172

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Roman was walking around the Mindpalace when he passed by a door. He stopped, finding the door particularly weird. It's dark colors and purple highlights were not what caused Roman his sudden stop. No, it was the fact that the door was open.

‘That’s weird. Panic! At the Everywhere always leaves his door closed. In fact, he makes sure of it. I better check and see if he’s okay.’ Roman thought to himself.

He looked around him, making sure no one was in sight just in case the lovable emo was having a private crisis. After confirming it was safe to enter, he creaked open the door, sticking his head in only a little bit just in case, not wanting to invade someone's privacy.

“Hello? Virge? Your door was open so I wanted to check if you were okay,” Roman said in a hushed voice, in case the side was sleeping. After receiving no response, Roman opened the door wider, walking fully into the room.

Now, despite common belief, Roman had only been in Virgil’s room once before during Accepting Anxiety and had not returned unless asked; which so far have been the grand total of zero times. Roman looked around the barely-lit room. A lot had changed since he was last in there. The room felt lighter, not by colors but by the overall feeling. He knew that the first time he was in this room the effects were dangerous, affecting them all quickly and severely. But now, there was no feeling. The feeling of doom and nervousness he felt was gone, replaced with a sense of focus and overall awareness. It somehow calmed the Prince, making him feel like he could focus on the tasks at hand and making his dreams reality through achievable means. It was a good feeling, and Roman always growing addicted to it.

He took in the scenery; dark purple walls, fluffy gray carpet, and a single bed in the center of the wall with a black comforter and purple pillows. A nightstand with a single lamp that looked almost never used sat beside the bed with a desk under the window adjacent to the bed, notebooks and art supplies all over it. Two doors stood on the right wall, one to the bathroom and the other to the closet. There were posters all over the walls, most from those emo bands and a few from The Nightmare Before Christmas, which Roman absolutely adored. Despite it not being Romans taste, he liked the room. It was comforting, like you could just snuggle up in a thick blanket and sleep through the winter.

Roman walked over to the desk, curious to what the emo nightmare’s art style is. He found mostly sketches, many of the other sides in relaxed poses. There were some of Patton cooking in the kitchen and others of Logan reading a book on the couch. Others were the Prince himself, writing down ideas in his trusty notebook or singing along to a movie on one of their many movie nights. Roman smiled at the papers.

‘So that's what he’s doing all the time. Aww, the emo really does care,’ Roman thought. He knew Virgil cared about them, he could tell. Virgil had come a long way, they all had. Roman admired Virgil for it, for being able to make that personal growth all on his own. It was something not many could do.

Roman looked over the rest of the desk, noticing an open notebook that he had never seen before. Virgil was always doodling or sketching in his sketchbook but this book was different. It was a black leather-bound book, about an inch in thickness, that had words upon words written on it. The whole page was covered in writing. And Roman was curious.

‘Must be some type of journal. I wonder what’s in it? No, Roman, that's being nosey. But it’s so enticing. Who knows what he has in there! Okay, fine. One page, okay? Only one page and then you put it down, okay?’ Roman argued with himself.

Upon his decision, he picked up the notebook, placing his thumb on the current page to make sure he could put the notebook back without being caught. He flipped back near the beginning of the book, scamming over the titles. Most pages were filled with rants on varying topics, ranging from other sides to whether or not squirrels are real. The other pages, however, caught Roman’s eye. They were writings; short stories, writing prompts, poems, and much more.

Roman saw a title that caught his eye.

“‘Isn’t it funny?’. Hmm, sounds interesting enough,” Roman said aloud to himself. It was a poem and Roman, being the fanciful romantic he was, was intrigued.

He adjusted his grip, holding the book so the page was illuminated by the hallway light that seeped in from the still-open door. Focusing on the page, he began reading.

‘Isn't it funny how nobody cares?

Until you're laying on the floor getting horrified stares

As blood pours out of the cuts that you've made.

Each arm marked by a single razor blade.

The pool of blood slowly grows around you

And the people staring wonder how this is what it's come to.

One leans down to check if you're breathing.

It's steady but slow, slowly leaving.

You wake up later in a hospital bed.

Your arms are sore and you rub your head,

Wondering what the hell happened and where you are now.

And you look at the people in the room and wonder, how?

How could they stand there and look at your face?

How could they stand to give you an embrace?

They act like they care in the hospital room.

But you know-oh you know- that it's really a tomb

Where all your secrets and shame slowly die.

But you harden your gaze and slowly sigh

As they ask why you did it or why you tried

To take your own life and they break down and cry

You look up slowly and shake your head

Saying "you should've just left me I'm better off dead"

They quickly say that they simply didn't know

That they would've helped if you only let it show

But you shake your head and look off to the side

Avoiding their gazes as you let out a shaky sigh

You slightly chuckle but not from amusement

You speak softly, your voice raspy from not using it

"Its funny how you care now that the damage is done.

Where were you when it all begun?

When I cried myself to sleep in the corner of my room?

When I cut my skin to rid me of this fleshy tomb?

When I stopped eating meals that made me too fat?

When I looked in the mirror and subconsciously spat?

I don't want your pity or your false sorrow.

Cause I'm just going to feel the same tomorrow.

I'm hanging on by a single hair

Cause isn't it funny how nobody cares?"’

By the time he was done reading, Roman was in tears.

‘How could he think of himself like that? We-I was so...horrible to him. Is-is this what he was going through while I was being so mean to him? Was he...was he thinking about doing those...those things? Did he do those things?! Does he still think that way? What if he still thinks we hate him? What if he’s always thought that and never stopped? What if he-what if he tries-’

“Princey?”

Roman’s thoughts were cut off by a hesitant hand on his shoulder, making the crying side snap his head around to see who was touching him. He found Virgil, looking at him with clear concern written all over his face, wondering why the Princely side was crying. His gaze flicked over to the notebook still held in the Prince’s hands and his face went deathly pale.

“Princey, listen to me. It's not what you think-” Virgil started.

“...is it true? Do you feel like this? Do you… do you do those...things?” Roman asked, voice small and fragile. He looked up at Virgil with sad eyes, praying to every god out there that it wasn’t true. Virgil only sighed, giving Roman a sad face that said everything.

‘Its true. All of it. The feelings, the emotions, all of it. Oh god-’

“...what have I done?” Roman said aloud, mostly to himself. At those four words, the Prince launched himself at the emo, dropping the notebook and wrapping the small side in a tight hug, crying into his shoulder. Virgil, who wasn't prepared for this, stumbled backwards a bit but caught himself, wrapping his arms around the crying side to try and calm him down.

Roman gripped Virgil’s baggy jacket, guilt taking over his mind. He wanted to hold Virgil forever, make sure he never feels that way again. He wished he could take it all back. Start over, make everything disappear and get a fresh start. God, that's all he wanted.

‘It's all my fault. It's all my fault. It’s all my fault.’

“...it’s all my fault,” Roman whispered out through cries. Virgil tightened his grip slightly and pulled back so Roman could see his face.

“Hey, hey, no it’s not. It's not your fault, okay? Look at me Roman,” Virgil said. The usually energetic side was drained, slowly lifting his head to meet Virgil’s gaze.

“None of it was your fault, okay? You only acted the way you did because you were told to act that way. I don’t blame you. No one does. We were all in the wrong okay? Don’t blame yourself for something you had no control over,” Virgil said, holding the other by the arms.

“But I could have done something. I should have done something. I knew you were just doing your job and I still treated you like shit. You deserved-deserve so much better than that. You-you make us better, Virgil. I mean that every time I say it. You make me better. To think that I drove you to those..those things it- it destroys me,” Roman said, tearing up again near the end.

“Roman, you did not make me do those things. In fact, what I did to myself was no one’s fault but my own. In fact, I never did it because I got too anxious about someone finding out or if I would bleed out and, well, the list goes on and on. That's why I have that notebook. I use it to write down my feelings so they don’t escalate. It was a complete accident, actually. I dropped a glass and cut my hand so when I started cleaning it up I began thinking about what it would be like to hurt myself and what would happen. So me, being the literal embodiment of anxiety, thought of almost every possible scenario and that was one of them. I wrote it down and decided to make it into a poem to occupy myself. I would never do any of that, not after all I’ve been through. Not after all you have helped me through. I could have never been the person I am today without you, Roman. You helped me learn from my mistakes and grow from them. You saved me, Roman,” Virgil said.

He was teary-eyed and grabbed Roman's hands. Speaking of Roman, he was crying his eyes out; half out of sadness still and half out of pure joy that the poem wasn’t all true. Roman threw his arms around Virgil yet again, hugging him so tight Virgil thought he would pass out. Virgil hugged back, smiling slightly and patting the others back in comfort. Roman pulled back, still hanging on to Virgil by his arms. Virgil wiped Roman’s tears away with his jacket sleeve, making the Prince blush out of pure contact.

“Hey, Princey, you got a little something on your face,” Virgil said, teasing.

“Oh shut it,” Roman said, smiling. Virgil smiled back, glad to see the other smiling again. God, that smile.

“There it is, there's that smile I was looking for,” Virgil said. Roman just smiled brighter and Virgil laughed. He actually laughed.

“Come on, Princey. I think Logan and Patton are helping Thomas with something so we have the Mindpalace to ourselves. Want to have a mini movie night?” Virgil asked. Roman smiled.

“After that emotional roller coaster? Hell yes,” Roman said. The two made their way downstairs, grabbing their blankets off their beds as they went, and snuggled into the couch. Virgil grabbed a few snacks while Roman picked a movie, which turned out to be Moana since it was his emotional support movie. They settled down to watch the movie, enjoying their time together.

A couple hours later, Logan and Patton returned from their errand with Thomas, coming home to see the two sides cuddled together on the couch fast asleep, the end credits of Moana still rolling on the tv screen.

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A/N: Well...there you have it! My first oneshot I've posted! I've got a ton more so if you'd like to read more, let me know. I'm open to suggestions so message me, send asks, or tag me anytime! Anywho, hope you enjoyed :)

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[akillysheel]

TENUOUS.  ( 1 )

Summary:  Cthugha explains a little more about who he is and why he’s there--  besides the obvious, of course. Warnings:  N/A. Notes:  Yes, nouns like ‘Balance’ and ‘Universe’ are capitalised on purpose.

    THE  STRANGER  NAVIGATED  the precinct as if he’d been there before.  He wound his way through tables like a snake, ignoring the curious glances that officers shot him as he passed.  As he reached Kuro's office, the Sheriff was almost convinced that he was the one who didn't know his way around the station.

    "Oh,"   the boy mused, head tilted upwards in the direction of his corkboard.  It was littered with different coloured post-it notes and twine, Kuro’s neat block letters bold against their garish backdrop.   "An upgrade for sure."

    "Who are you?"   Kuro asked slowly, enunciating every word as he stared at him intensely.  Part of him felt that he should recognise him.  Perhaps it was the familiarity that he'd been approached with.

    "My name is Cthugha.  I came from the future,"   he replied nonchalantly, arms tucked behind his back as he looked over the board.  He winced slightly upon seeing one of the names on one of the many sticky tabs.   "You never find that one, by the way."

    "Excuse me?"    Now he felt irked.   "That's a real case, y'know.  This girl's really missing.  That's somebody's daughter."

    "Unfortunate,"   Cthugha said, his tone a fraction softer.

    "She ain't fodder fer yer li'l sideshow.  She's a real person 'n' she's Raku-knows-where.  Y'don't have the right to t'be involvin' her in yer stunt."

    The look that Cthugha shot over his shoulder was cold.  After a beat of silence:   "Her name is Olivia Brannon.  She went missing a week ago.  You found her things in a field directly adjacent to the subway tunnel--  her dorm keys, student ID and textbooks--  but you have no further leads.  You think that she's playing hooky with a boyfriend she's keeping a secret from her overbearing parents--  that she threw her belongings as a student away to pursue a life with him in private--  but he's still in town and hasn't seen her either.  You’ve pursued him for questioning but he’s come back clean as a whistle.  He even has an iron-clad alibi under his belt!  You don't know where else to look, so you trawl through town like a dog sniffing for blood, only to find nothing.  The case eventually goes cold."   A thin smile shaped his lips as he took in Kuro's stupefied expression, impatient and derisive.   "How's that for a stunt, Sheriff Braav?"

    "H-How did you--"

    "What part of 'the future' do you not understand?"

    A thick blanket of silence befell them, and Kuro found himself leaning against the wall for balance.  Just five minutes ago, it had been a typical Tuesday morning.  Now, it felt as if his world was teetering to one side, his pulse an electrical current that thrummed in each temple.  It wasn't easy to bewilder him after all that he'd seen, but this curious stranger had achieved it in a matter of minutes.  How else was he supposed to react to being told airtight details about a case that hadn’t been made public knowledge yet?

    How is any of this happening?  What is happening?  None of this is right.     Who is this guy?

     "I won't waste any time,"   Cthugha said soberly, moving away from the board.  He circled Kuro's desk like a vulture, blue eyes scanning the tabletop with apparent interest.  A finger grazed a half-solved rubix cube curiously.   "I've come for one very important thing:  the Balance is at stake.  I need to fix it.  You can help me."

     "What…?"   Kuro blurted stupidly, mind reeling.   "What're y'talkin' about?"

     "Alright."   Cthugha paused to pinch the bridge of his nose.   "I'm gonna need ya to sharpen up, detective.  I came to you because I know you're smart."

    “Surely y’realise how insane this is!”   Kuro bit back, finding a foothold in the conversation.   “This kid materialises out of nowhere--”

    “Not a kid.”

    “-- ‘n’ tells me that he’s from the future, ‘n’ that he’s here t’restore the Universe’s Balance--”

    “In layman's terms.”

    “--’n’ that he needs my help t’do it.  Ten minutes ago, I was enjoyin’ a cup’a coffee ‘n’ finishin’ the paperwork fer an open-’n’-shut robbery!  This shit is  WAY  outta my professional league.”

    There was a lilt in the conversation--  one in which was stolen by the subtle tilt of Cthugha’s head.  There was a strange metaphysical gravity that surrounded him, one that drew in attention like he was sucking it through a straw.

    In a small, hopeful voice:   “... you have coffee?”  

    “That’s what y’take away from everythin’ I just said?!”

    “I haven’t had a good cup of coffee in months,”   murmured Cthugha, scratching his chin pensively.  Whatever peril the world was in, it seemed to be irrelevant to him now.   “I had some at a diner in a pocket dimension a couple weeks ago.  The waitress was lovely but the coffee was…”   His teeth came together in the form of a fierce grimace.   “... sweet.”

    Kuro blinked owlishly, his mind racing.  Everything was happening so quickly.  He'd had no time to process the other's abrasive introduction, nor the deeper meaning of the things he was saying.  The most he knew of the 'Balance' was that it was a cosmic force that even God's wrestled with.  On the handful of occasions that it had come up in conversation, Raku was either struggling to maintain it or finding loopholes to avoid doing unsavoury things to appease it. Hardly an educational display.

    "How about…"   It was a sheepish start, no doubt, the town-hero more than a little out of sorts.  He paused to stand up straight again, trying to strengthen his resolve.  Get it together.  He's scrawny.  But so is Raku.  He owns the very ground that you stand on.   "... I put on a pot of coffee, and we talk more?"

     "See, now it feels like you’re meeting me in the middle."

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    A sense of normalcy returned to him as he took a sip of his coffee.  The Regular Tuesday vibes are back.

    "What's the verdict?"   he asked as he watched Cthugha peer into his cup.  He found it incredibly odd that somebody who looked so… on-the-cusp-of-adulthood-and-no-older had asked for it black, all but turning his nose up at the offer of sugar and milk.

    "Hm..."   He hummed thoughtfully, eyes narrowing at the dark abyss before him.  Then, he took a sip.  Kuro watched as he paused mid-drink, eyes widening slightly.  After a moment, he began to gulp it down, continuing until his mug was empty.  

     After a relieved little exhale:   "Refill?"

    "Sure…?"   the Sheriff said hesitantly, reaching for the pot and filling his mug again.  He seemed to slow down for his second helping, really taking in the taste of it.

    "Ah…  this district gets it.  So much flavour,"   Cthugha praised, looking comfortable in his cross-legged position in Kuro's chair.  It's frame dwarfed him, the black leather suiting his businesslike approach.   “I’ve found that’s a common trend here.   Huros make good food too;  organic produce, and lots of spices and herbs.”

    "Uh, yeah…"   He couldn't focus on the idle chatter.  He had too many questions--  too many burning queries-- to ask for anything other than answers to them.   "So about why you're here--"

    "Well, as you observed, I can tell the future, because I've seen it.  I--"

    "But how?"   Kuro interrupted, unfolding a rickety metal chair and sitting on it.  It creaked angrily beneath his weight, his six-and-a-half-foot frame not built for its meagre services.   "Who are y'?  What are y’?  I-- I've met Raku several times over and not even he can mess with time--"

    "I'm sort of his foil,"   Cthugha answered impatiently, his foot tapping against the arm of the chair.   "Look, do we have to play Guess Who right now?  There're more important things--"

    "I need t'know how y'knew about Olivia.  I ain’t gonna help y’at all ‘til I know that.  How do I know yer trustworthy?  How can I be sure my own officers ain’t leakin’ things t’outside sources?   I don’t know y’.  How could y’know?"

    There was a tense pause between them, one that seemed to reverberate throughout the office.  Suddenly, Kuro felt incredibly claustrophobic--  as if the sound bouncing off of the walls was drawing closer and closer.  He watched as Cthugha sighed, drawing his mug to his lips for a final time before setting it down in his lap.

    "Fine.  I'll tell you.  Once.  So you’d better listen good.  You just remember--  you asked for this,"   he warned, tone anything but ceremonious as he wagged a finger at him.   "God's can't touch time because that's what we rifters are for, dummy.  We govern the fabric of reality. Time's separate to a God's responsibilities, see.  Gods maintain districts and concepts; we maintain things relating to the Universe itself.  Time and space, namely.  Those things're outside of a God's scope."

    "So yer…  above Raku?"

    "I'd argue yes,"   the rifter said pridefully.   "That little chump's only got a district to look after.  I've got this entire timeline, and parallel timelines that're born from this timeline."   He retrieved his coffee, brought it to his mouth.  With his lips against the rim:   "... but it doesn't matter.  We work together.  In tandem.  We help each other.  The basic idea is that Gods keep their people happy;  those happy people are way more likely to stick to their destined paths, which means less problems for rifters.  If there is a threat to the peace of the district, the God quells it;  if it is a threat to the Balance, I do.  We ultimately both serve the same function--  to keep the Universe happy--  but we're at opposite ends of the spectrum."

    "We're…  pre-determined?"

    "Heh.  I forgot you're the existential type,"   Cthugha tittered numbly.   "No.  Not in the way you're thinking anyway.  People live in more of a probability map than they do a script;  they have a list of things they could do in any given situation and can select from most of them without any real consequence to the Balance.  People have free will because the Universe isn’t overly fragile, get it?  The continuum isn’t going to shit itself if you take a detour from your usual lunch order.  Every choice births a parallel universe in which the other was made.  Most of these parallel universes are benign and don't need to be touched.  So basically, you could make any choice and each of them would be as inconsequential to me."   At least, if we’re talking about your average choices.   “No more about this, okay?  It isn’t gonna do you any good.  I’m not really supposed to talk about it, but since you were so stubborn...”

    He wasn't going to get into the ins and outs of his job, especially not with a simple huro.  It wasn’t productive.  It wasted time.  It could have catastrophic consequences for his mortal mind.  And the Balance, above all, was a picky sonuvabitch that Cthugha didn’t understand.  Sometimes a store being out of a person's favourite sandwich led to them becoming an angry, tyrannical politician that eventually ended the world.  Other times, a person could murder seventeen children in cold blood and the Balance remained unchanged, seeing those seventeen lives as pre-determined losses.  He’d stopped asking questions a long time ago--  had learned to accept that, in most instances, what was meant to be was meant to be.

    Not when it concerned the end of all life in the Aphanta Region, though.

    Kuro looked dizzy.  He sank a little further into his seat, his tanky frame looking all but comical in the small fold-up chair.   "... 'n' what can I do about any'a this, huh?  I'm just a police officer.  A damn good one, sure, but I’m no cosmic cop."

     "Mm,"   agreed the time-keeper, a solitary nod offered.   "Sure.  But you're a police officer in a district that contains a Universal Hazard."

    "Universal Hazard…?"

    "Sheriff."   It was the first time that Cthugha had paused to find the correct words during their conversation.  He seemed brazen, largely unconcerned with hurting peoples' feelings, but this appeared to be an exception.  Kuro steeled himself, spine turning rigid.   "... I've seen the death of this district, then its neighbours, then beyond.  It all circles back to one very particular problem:  a case you never solve."

    “Brannon…?”   he asked, feeling his heart leap into his throat.

    “Not her.  Someone whose case’s gotten so cold it’s practically subzero,”   Cthugha murmured, polishing off the last of his coffee with a well-timed swallow.   “Remember Mia Vanton?”

    “... oh shit.”

    Cthugha nodded solemnly.     “Yeah.  Her.”

[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk X Reader : The City Of Fey Chapter 11

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Notes: ^ my gif. Let me know what you think :). I am really nervous for these chapters. I hope you’ll like them.

Summary:  As a fey queen you are by now used to it that fey come into your woods seeking refugee or a place to hide. Things get complicated however when your knights have not just brought a fey boy but also the Red Paladins’ fiercest warrior into your city.  

Chapter Summary:  The Trinity Guards attack the city. Now you and Lancelot must work together to protect the city and those who live in it. An unexpected betrayal shocks you to the core.

Chapters:   11/ ?

Word Count: 1855 words (in this chapter)

Warnings: Voilence and deaths.

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When you walked outside the castle, people were running around, preparing for battle. You walked next to Lancelot with a quick pace “How exactly are we going to do this ?” His focus was on the people running around and then he looked to the gates “Sir Raphael, tell the archers to find cover in the streets as well.” The knight looked at him in shock“The archers ?!” Lancelot resisted the urge to roll his eyes and looked at you. “Do as he says.” You tell Raphael who finally followed the order. He again started walking in a quick pace but you grabbed hold of his arm, making him look at you. “Our archers are our defenses ! Why are we sending everyone into hiding ?” You demanded to know. Lancelot finally explained "I know how they fight. They are at their strongest as a group. We need to find a way to isolate them from eachother. " Some fey archers ran past you “And how are we going to achieve that ?” “By using their own methods against them.” He said with a lopsided grin before tilting his head towards the gates. You followed him and watched in utter confussion when he started to open the gates and beckoned for you to help him, “Lancelot ! What are you doing ?!” You went to close them again but he stopped you. He took hold of your shoulder and made you look at him “Do you trust me, y/n ?” You furrowed your brows, but nodded “Yes.” “Then help me open the gates.” His voice was almost pleading. His calm exterior showing cracks, revealing how stressed he actually was. You stepped back and helped him open the gates, ignoring the confused looks from the people. Joining him again when they were open you quirked a brow “You do realise that they will be able to march right into the city ?” A low chuckle escaped him “I'm counting on it.” “Should I hand over my sword to them as well while we're at it or..?” Your voice was filled with sarcasm. “Don't exaggerate, your skill with the sword is not that poor.” He quipped, his voice deadpan. You scoffed and stopped in your tracks “Excuse me ?” He stopped to look at you, unable to hide how the corner of his mouth turned up a little as he saw how offended you looked. You knew it was a terrible time to be dramatic but sometimes he could be so arrogant “I bested you ! Remember ? You told me yourself.” Oh, he remembered it. He remembered how he would have disarmed you if it had not been so enjoyable to lose to you. “I lied.” He admitted whilst smirking. You narrowed your eyes at him now “If we survive this, we're going to settle this 'debate'.” “As you wish.” Lancelot looked quite pleased with that. You got the feeling that he found the idea of sparring with you again exciting. And that was exactly the case. He placed a hand on your back and guided you through the city, all while he seemed to keep an eye on the houses. “What signal are we using to alert the people when to attack ?” You found his silence nerve-wracking. “They will know.” He repeated, still smirking. Suddenly he stopped and looked around “We will wait here.” The streets appeared deserted now as if the people had disappeared into thin air. But he could smell them, they were there. Lancelot turned to you “They will fire arrows and set the houses on fire. When that happens I need you to try and use your magic.” Your eyes widened when he explains his plan “What ?! I don't even know if I can do it !” you panicked. In one quick pace he's in front of you, his hands cupping your face. Eyes boring into yours. “You can do this, y/n. I'm right here if it goes wrong.” You felt yourself calming down and then you figured out what his plan was. How he intended to break the trinity guard groups apart. Your eyes went to the houses and your mind connected the dots with what you had told him about your magic. He gave a knowing nod and you did the same. “If this goes wrong..” You feared the thought. He swallowed hard and brushed his thumbs over your cheeks “Then I will protect you and this city until my last breath.” You bit back the stab you felt at his words, you couldn't even stand the thought of losing him. “I did command you not to fight until you were fully healed.” You reminded him, lightly joking. His mouth turned into a smirk "I'm not one of your soldiers or a knight." "You could be.." You gazed at him "Sir Lancelot sounds nice." Lancelot opened his mouth in suprise “Are you knighting me ?” “I am.” There was no hint of joking in your voice anymore. He drew a shaking breath, a smile forming on his face. His eyes fell on your lips “How could I refuse..” You pulled him into a kiss, not caring if others saw it or not. Lancelot belonged here. A sound made you both break apart, he quickly looked up right on time to see a burning arrow land on one of the houses. You immediately got ready to use your magic but he stopped you. “Not yet. Wait until some others are burning.” He pulled you back a bit to get a clearer view on the streets. “I will ask The Hidden to help me. So my magic will not effect our eyes as much, only the trinity guards.” You quickly said. He acknowledged you with a nod and other burning arrows soon followed, setting a bunch of houses on fire now. Thick smoke emerged from the houses and then you saw a group of trinity guards approach. “Now.” Lancelot said loud enough for you to hear. You stretched your arms and called upon The Hidden for aid, the whispering started and grew louder. You felt your skin tingle before you felt your magic flow through your body. The silver fey marks spreading from your arms to your neck. Lancelot drew his sword, readying himself in case the plan failed. A gush of wind brushed past him, a familiar sensation. He could hear the whispering too now, it was faint at first but the wind grew stronger and the whispers louder. He watched as you focused on the burning houses, and saw the smoke circle upwards before it came down on the streets. Cloaking the streets in the smoke of the fires. His eyes still able to see a lot through the smoke. The plan was working. The people came out of hiding, realising that this was the moment to strike. The moment of advantage. You could hear fighting coming from the other side as well, and moments later it sounded like there were fights everywhere. You couldn't stick together if you were to win this battle “I'll go west !” He was ready to protest but knew that it was the right call if he wanted to win this fight. He watched as you ran to the west side of the city before turning his attention on the trinity guards who had been approaching. The only thing that alerted the trinity guards to their inevitable doom was the sound of steel as it moved through the wind.

You ran to the west side of the city, the people and soldiers were fighting bravely in the smoke and wind. The trinity guards sight was lesser but they still fought dangerously well. But Lancelot was right when he said they were more lethal in group and the smoke made it hard for them to work together. A fey man fell to the ground when he was struck by a trinity guard, the trinity guard raised his sword to stab the man on the ground but you struck him in the back. Blood splattered everywhere as the trinity guard fell dead to the ground. You helped the man up on his feet and told him to run when you saw another trinity guard approach. Your swords clashed, and you had to move to the side as he tried to disarm you. You kicked him in the stomach and he stumbled backwards. You charged at him acting as if you were going to strike and he held up his sword to block. But instead you spun and went low, letting your sword cut his abdomen open. You're suddenly grabbed from behind and you're just in time to grab their hand to prevent them from stabbing you with a dagger. You struggled against them, until something passed right by your face. The trinity guard fell backwards. You quickly turned around only to see an arrow sticking out of their head. You looked around to see where it had come from, half expecting it to have been Lancelot or even Raphael firing the arrow. But then your eyes focused on a small form approaching you. “PERCIVAL ?!?” You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw the boy standing there with a bow. “Are you alright ?” He hurried to your side. You nodded and grabbed hold of his shoulder to drag him with you through the streets “Why are you not in the tunnels ?!” “The tunnels are for those who can't fight !” He said matter-of-factly. It was no use to argue with the boy and you went to see where your knights were. You moved quickly through the streets with the boy “Have you seen Lancelot ?” “I saw him fighting near the training field.” He decided to leave out the part where he made sure Lancelot didn't saw him. “Then that's where we're going. Come on !” Percival followed you through the streets but then you noticed the smoke was starting to disappear. You cursed and moved faster, taking another trinity guard out who ran into you. You were nearing the field when you heard Raphael's voice. “It is him you're after !” You watched in horror and shock when you saw Raphael push Lancelot to the ground, he landed on his knees. His hands tied by rope. You grabbed Percival and took cover behind a hay wagon. “What is he doing ?!” Percival was just as shocked as you were. Was Raphael truly betraying you now ? After all this time ? Raphael held his sword against Lancelot's back “Take him and leave this city. That is my offer.” You gasped and had to hold Percival so he wouldn't run up the field. The remaining trinity guards gathered around them on the field and you watched in horror as the others also walked on the field towards them. You didn't know what to do, you grabbed Percival's face in your hands, making him look at you. “Stay here. Do you understand ? STAY!” There was no room for discussion. He reluctantly nodded to you and you sneaked closer to the field.

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[jawabear]

A Whole New Man (Javier Pena x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: I've been writing this for a week and I've finally finished it. Its a little long but I hope you enjoy it. I don't know the exact timing of his life so I may be inaccurate so I apologise for that. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe :)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Warnings: fem!reader, Soft!Javi, poor boy is desperate for love, mentions of death, crying, smut, soft smut, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning

Summary: Back home, Javi doesn’t feel right, he feels out of place, he’s missing something...or someone

It had been two days. Two days since he had been home. He felt like an outsider. Laredo hadn’t changed all that much, but he had. He didn’t feel he belonged in his home town anymore. He wasn’t used to the quiet life there. But it was one he dreamed of when he was a kid. To settle down with a beautiful woman, raise a child or two, have a large garden and a porch so he could sit and watch his kids run around like he had in his own family home.

But Colombia had changed that. It had changed him. He wasn’t that same man who he used to respect. His dream was destroyed, he wasn’t the family man he wanted to be. He was something completely different and he hated it.

And of course it didn’t help all the people who were constantly congratulating him for his “achievements” in taking down Escobar and the Cali Cartel. He wanted to distance himself from it. He knew what they didn’t. The true number of how many good officers lost their jobs, lost their lives to catch those scumbags. How much innocent blood had stained the streets of Colombia because of them. And his own hands certainly weren’t clean. But they were covered in the blood of the enemy, but in the heat of the moment, it’s hard to determine who was the enemy and who wasn’t. And there was always that thought in the back of his mind that he had blood of innocents on his hands.

Javi was living with his dad for now. He kind of just wanted the comfort of being with someone who he trusts. He missed his dad a lot while down south, everything that came out if his mouth was pure truth and wisdom to Javi, but the Peña son was never really one to take on his advice, even if he really should have. Javier felt a little vulnerable in Laredo, so having his father there as reassurance was what he needed.

Currently, Javier found himself sat out on his fathers porch staring out into the garden, beyond which was a large forest which he used to play in almost everyday when he was a kid. There was a long a thin stream somewhere in the middle of the woods. Javi has quite the imagination as a kid. Mainly because of all the stories of knights and superhero’s he would get read as a bedtime story by his mother. He used to imagine himself as a brave knight venturing into the thick forest to fight a dragon or some sort of other mythical beast. Or maybe even to recuse a beautiful princess.

Oh, how beautiful she was. 

They were young on their first meeting, maybe about 10 or 11. And it was the start of a long friendship that he was grateful to have had.

Javi was playing in the forest as usual, using a long stick he had found as a sword to fight of the monstrous, fire breathing dragon that he envisioned in front of him. She had appeared on the other side of the stream, looking incredibly shy.

“What are you playing?” She had asked him in a gentle voice.

He paused for a moment, you wouldn’t think it, but Javier Peña was a shy kid. He didn’t really do well around new people, especially girls. “I um..” he had stuttered as she stood up straight “I was...fighting a dragon” he admitted.

“Can I play too?” She asked him, her face bright red, she hadn’t been able to meet his gaze out of her shyness.

“Sure” he agreed “come over” he said, waving his hand to her.

“O-oh” She stuttered, looking into the stream. It was long and wide back then, it had thinned over the years, Javi was sure that it probably wouldn’t even be there any more. And to a ten year old kid, a long stretch of water was a lot more then that.

To them it was like some sort of rapids, one wrong move and you would be lost forever, it would drag you down to the ocean and pull you under, or you would be eaten by some sort of river demon, a sea serpent.

“Hang on a minuet” Javi had told her. He dropped his stick sword and raced off back out of the woods, coming back shortly with a long and wide flat piece of hardwood. He put it across the stream, making sure it was stable by stepping onto it before reaching out his hand to her “it’s safe to cross now” he had said with a smile.

She looked hesitantly towards him, to the wood and the rushing water under it. She gulped and slowly reach out to take his hand before cautiously making her way across his makeshift bridge. “Thank you” She said to him when her feet had landed back on solid ground.

“You’re welcome” he nodded “I’m Javier by the way. Javier Peña”

“(Y/N)” She greeted him “(Y/N) (L/N)”

“Do you still want to play?”

“Yes please” she nodded with a bright smile.

Javier smiled at the memory. He smiled at remembering her. From that first day, they had become best friends. She had only recently moved there so she didn’t know anyone besides from him. Her mother was a florist and had opened up a small flower shop in the town square, the best flower shop there was. They had sleep overs when they became more friendly with each other, and once their parents had met too. He would often teach her Spanish, she didn’t speak a word of it apart from the basics like hello, please and thank you. It was never 100% but she tried her best.

They went to the same school, the same high school. They were there for each other for everything. Through their awkward teen years, which moving into their early 20s they made fun of each other about.

They were each other’s first kiss. People say that your first kiss is the one you most remember. And for Javi, that was the damn truth. He remembered it vividly. He could put himself back in that point in time and relive it so clearly.

They were about 15 at the time. Meeting back in the woods, his bridge still there but the stream and thinned enough for either party to step over it. They were sat on the ground just talking. It was a beautiful night, the sky was clear and the moon was full. But the brightest, most beautiful stars were in her eyes that night. He doesn’t remember what she was talking about but it must’ve been something good or funny because she spoke with a huge smile on her face. He was just overwhelmed by how beautiful she looked that night that he had to kiss her. So he did.

It wasn’t long, or deep. It was a quick peck on the lips. A little awkward if he was being honest with himself, but it was his first kiss. She sort of just looked at him for a moment, in a bit of shock at what he had just done. He went to apologise but she gave him a quick peck on the lips to stop him. And then the next kiss was a little better, longer and a little less awkward. And he loved it.

She was beside him when his mother died, she didn’t leave him or his father for two weeks, she stayed at their house, sleeping in with Javi like they had when they were much younger. They would stay up all night and just talk to each other, she was trying to do everything she could to distract his mind from thinking about his mother. He had a close connection to his mum, she couldn’t imagine what pain he was going through at loosing her, but she supported him and his father as best she could.

That’s when he started to change to the Javi he was now. Not completely, Colombia was the real game changer. But his mother’s passing left a whole is his life that could only be filled by a woman. From that point he was determined to find a woman who would take care of him. But he didn’t choose her. They had too good a friendship. His longest friend, he was scared that a relationship would change that and that he would loose her.

So instead he began to surround himself with what beautiful girls there were in Laredo, one of which was Lorraine. They didn’t date immediately. He was otherwise occupied with another girl called Maria if he remembered correctly. He was then in and out of relationships with girls for about four years. Then when he hit 25 he decided that Lorraine would be the woman he would be with for a while. He didn’t plan on staying with her long, but he had stayed with her for longer than he expected.

All the while, (Y/N) was in the background of his life, she didn’t have as much luck in relationships as he did. Which he was surprised by because for one, she was beautiful, any guy would be lucky to have her and two, most of the girls were pining after Javier, so it was as if single guys were running low. But really, it was because she wanted to be with him. Not that she ever admitted to that, and Javier was blind to it.

And of course she was there to help with the engagement and the wedding, even if it never happened. And she was also there standing next to the woman who she had resented for taking her dream man from her, on her wedding day, dressed in that white dress, only for Javier to never show. And she had to then comfort Lorraine when she cried at being stood up on her wedding day when inside (Y/N) was jumping with joy that Javier hadn’t gone through with it.

Even when he and Lorraine had officially split, he didn’t go for (Y/N). He had pretty much worked through every other girl in his home town by the time he was 29. And that hole was still left in his heart. But he and (Y/N) still remained friends regardless of their complicated feelings for each other that they would never share.

And then he went off to join the DEA in Colombia. He left her behind to go and save the world. She tried to beg him not to go but she knew she couldn’t stop him. She knew him too well, she knew that once he had really decided he was going to do something, he was going to do it. So she had to let him go. And even standing at the airport together, saying what felt like a last ever goodbye, they still couldn’t tell each other how they felt.

Which brought him back to now. Sat back in his home town, staring out into those woods while sipping on a warming beer. He had yet to visit (Y/N). He knew exactly where to find her. In her mother’s flower shop. She had gotten a job there after high school, it’s where she spent most of her time, she loved flowers.

He would’ve gone to see her, but he was scared at what he might find, what he might do. Despite all the women he had been with in Colombia, she was still at the back of his mind. And he was still in love with her. But he had been gone for so long, she had probably found someone else. Maybe even married, had a kid, got to live out his dream. Or, if she hadn’t, he would finally confess his feelings for her only for her to reject him, to ask how he could expect her to love him back when he left her like he did to go and be a hero. And she would be right to think that.

“You’ve been out here for a while son,” his fathers voice drew him from his spiralling thoughts. “Are you okay?” He sat in the chair opposite Javier.

Javi nodded and slipped his beer “yeah Pops, I’m good” he said quietly. Javi didn’t know if he was lying or not. He didn’t really know how he felt. He just felt a little lost. He reached into his pocket looking for a cigarette but let out a sharp huff of air when he remembered he was once again trying to quit. He was trying to leave behind as much of his past as possible, whilst he wasn’t prepared to quit drinking, smoking he was ready to stop.

He pulled out his half empty pack of nicorette gum, slipping out a piece and putting it into his mouth, chewing it immediately. He made a silent reminded to himself to get some more should he ever leave his fathers house.

It had been two days and he hadn’t left the comfort of his childhood home since he got back. He didn’t have his badge or his gun any more, and after years of carrying them around with him every waking second, to not have it, he just couldn’t feel safe. But he knew that Laredo was a safe place, a small and gentle town, so he would feel safe but knowing the truth of the world, he couldn’t be so sure any more.

“You’ve been cooped up in here since you got back. Perhaps you should take a walk into the square. Refresh your memory of the place, might put you a little more at ease” Chucho told his son “and I know someone there that would love to see you again”

Javi felt his body stiffen and he took in a sharp breath “(Y/N)?” He asked his dad with a slight laugh as he looked over to his father who didn’t share the same humour as his son, he nodded “No creo que ella quiera verme papá” (I don’t think she will want to see me Papa)

“¿Qué te hace decir eso?” (What makes you say that?) Chucho asked him.

Javi sighed heavily and ran his hand over his face before taking a long swig of his lukewarm beer. “Would you want to see me after I just up and left?” He asked.

“You’re my son”

“I mean if I wasn’t” his father didn’t respond to this, he just let out a low noise and looked off into the woods that Javi was daydreaming about moments earlier.

“I don’t know why you two never got together. You had been with so many girls before but you ignored the best one” Chucho muttered.

“I didn’t ignore her Papa” Javi argued “she was just-“ he cut himself off realising his dad was right. In a way, he was ignoring her. He was ignoring his feelings for her for the longest time, and even when he had the chance to confess he still held onto them. And she was the best one, by a long way. “Éramos amigos, papá. Mejores amigos (We were friends, dad. Best friends). I couldn’t just...I couldn’t lose her. You know what I was like in those relationships. None of them lasted, even when I thought it would, I fucked it up. And if I was with her...I would lose her like I lost everyone else”

“Maybe none of them lasted because you didn’t mean it. None of them were the right one for you Mi Hijo. And you know that”

“And you think (Y/N) is the right one for me?” Javi asked with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s not for me to decide” Chucho shrugged taking a sip of his own beer.

-

Javi shivered as a bitter wind blew against him, he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets as he walked into the town square. It was getting late, so most shops were closing up for the night. He just hoped that he wouldn’t be too late to see her.

As he would walk, people passing by would want to stop him and talk to him. They would want to congratulate him for what he had done in Colombia. Javi would be gracious and thank them but he knew that in reality he hadn’t really done much to change anything. Part of him wished he had taken that job down in Mexico, it would’ve given him something to do but he didn’t know how many more of the horrors of the drug war he could take.

He stopped a little bit away from the flower shop where she was. The lights were still on inside so she must’ve been there still. He looked at the sign on the door, opening and closing times. He checked his watch and saw it was just about closing time, but he decided to walk in anyway. It was empty of people but full of flowers, beautiful colours and different varieties. And the smell was just amazing.

The bell above the door gave a gentle ting as he entered. “Oh, sorry, we were just about to close” his heart stopped at hearing her sweet voice again after so many years. His eyes looked for her and saw she was standing behind the counter, her back to him as she fiddled with some kind of flower basket there.

“Actually, I’m not looking for flowers...” he told her. He noticed her body stiffen slightly before she slowly turned.

And when their eyes met, well, he felt like he could’ve cried. Seeing those beautiful eyes again was just overwhelming to him. “J-Javi?” She stuttered quietly.

“Yeah..” he said softly “Hey (Y/N)”

She let out what sounded like another whisper of his name before stepping quickly towards him and throwing her arms around him. Javi didn’t hesitate in wrapping his arms around her, burying his head into her hair, refreshing the memory of her sweet scent. He never wanted to part from her again. Being in her warmth really made him feel like he was home. Perhaps that’s all he was missing, he was just missing the warmth of his best friend, his favourite thing about his home.

For a while they didn’t say anything. They just stayed wrapped up in each other’s warmth, trying to make up for the cold 2,500 mile space left between them whilst he had been in Colombia.

She regretfully pulled away, beaming a bright smile to him as a few tears slipped down her rosy cheeks. He lifted his hands to wipe them away with his thumbs and gave her a soft smile back, “I-I can’t believe your back” she told him “well I mean, the whole town is talking about it but I didn’t think you would come back here. To me I mean”

“I couldn’t not come back to you” he told her “you are my best friend after all” he put emphasis on the word ‘are’, and it was hopeful. He was hoping she still would be his best friend, if not a little something more than that.

She just continued to smile at him “you-you look amazing” she laughed softly as she stepped back from him.

“So do you” he said “but you always did. So um...how have you been?”

“Uh...good” she nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been good. Not much to report really. Nothing has really changed since you’ve been gone. Except I’ve gotten a little older I guess”

“But no less beautiful” he whispered more to himself, but she heard him and he saw her face turn a little bit red as she gave him a shy smile.

“But what about you? You must’ve had an experience down there. From what everyone is saying, you’re a true hero”

“I wouldn’t really say that” he mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m definitely not a hero...”

“H-Hey, if you’re free, maybe we could go to the diner and get something to eat? And we can catch up there?”

“Yeah, sure” He smiled with a nod.

“Great” she said “uh, let me lock up and we’ll go” she went about gathering her stuff, her coat and bag, and then grabbed the keys to the shop. They both stepped outside and she locked the door, pulling on the handle a few time to make sure it was secure. Once she was happy she turned to Javi with a smile “shall we go”

“Of course”

-

He had told her as many stories as he could about his time in Colombia. Escobar, Cali, Los Pepes, everything. And she told him everything she could. Although, she wasn’t lying when she said it wasn’t much. The main thing was that her mother had met someone and moved out to Austin with him, (Y/N) stayed because she liked the quiet life in Laredo, she wasn’t one for the city and the capital of Texas was not where she wanted to be.

Her sweet laughter echoed through the otherwise empty diner. The two had spent many nights here in the same position in that small retro diner, he would say something she would laugh, she would say something he would laugh. It was a nice routine to have. And they always ordered the same thing, two cheeseburgers with fries and a large chocolate milkshake. It was a kids dream. And usually they would have to share the milkshake because after the expense of the burgers, they only had enough to buy one. But they didn’t mind, it was nice to share it. They were regulars to this little diner. Same time. Tuesdays, they would get in at 7pm, Thursdays would be at 7:30pm, Fridays would be a risky 9pm and Saturdays would be 9:30pm. It got to the point that their food would be waiting for them in the table when they got there.

They had decided to once again share the milkshake. It was Javi’s idea. But for some reason, this one felt different, it felt like some Lady and the Tramp bullshit. It didn’t help the fact that there was some “romantic” music playing through the jukebox over in the corner of the diner.

“So,” he began as he swallowed down his last few fries “has your love life improved much? Mine sure as shit hasn’t” he admitted to her.

“I thought it did. I dated Santiago for about three years-“

Javi coughed as he choked at her words, she dated that idiot? He reached for his coffee and took small sips to regain his composure. “You dated Santiago?” He asked her.

“Yeah” she nodded “but it didn’t go that well to be honest. He is a complete idiot. At first it was okay. He was really nice, but as time went on, I discovered that he really wasn’t all he made himself out to be. Very arrogant and self-centred. So I ended it. He moved away though about a year afterwards, I think he went down to Brazil with this other girl he met. And after that, I had been in and out of a few relationships but, Laredo is a small town, not many people left” she shrugged.

“I’m glad you ended it” he said “I mean, because you know, I don’t want you to not be happy in a relationship” he added quickly “and Santiago, from what I can remember, was a real piece of shit”

“Yeah, he was” she agreed with a light laugh “so you still haven’t found the right woman?”

He had. He was sat right in front of her, she was right there, his for the taking but he was still a coward and couldn’t tell her. But he could tell her about his encounters with woman, informants down in Colombia. He could find out if she would think different of him when she found out how much he slept around just to get through the night.

“No” he lied with the sake of his head “but...whilst I was down there...well, I had pretty much slept with every prostitute down there” he admitted quietly “the majority of my informants were women, beautiful woman. Looking back at it now, I feel like shit for the way I treated them, using them to get information, putting their lives at risk just to get the smallest lead. But no, I never found the right woman. I don’t really think I was looking for one to be honest. Too focused on work...”

He watched her with worried eyes as she finished the last of the milkshake “that’s too bad” she said to him “I wouldn’t thought you would’ve found someone by now” she told him “I mean, it’s not like you’re not attractive, and you’re so sweet and kind, girls should be lining up to be with you Javi”

He felt relief that she hadn’t commented on his sex life, but also had that thought that she would mention it somewhen else. But to be honest, he didn’t think she was surprised to hear about his encountered down in Colombia. He had been with enough women in Laredo for her to realise what kind of guys he was. But for now he was realising in the silence, she hasn’t questioned him or seemed repulsed but it.

He let out a soft laugh and pulled out his wallet “you finished?” He asked her.

“You’re not paying” she protested as he pulled out her purse.

“Absolutely I am” he said “my treat” he smiled. He stood from the booth before she could protests any more and walk over to the counter to pay for the meal.

“It’s about time you two got together” the waitress, Rosanna, smiled and she went about preparing his change and receipt. She had worked in the diner since the two were in high school, coming here late on school nights to have a little fun, maybe dance a little together.

“O-oh no, we’re-“ he cleared his throat and gave a nervous laugh “we’re not together” he said.

“That’s a real shame” she sighed with raised eyebrows “you two make a cute couple. I’ve thought that from the very moment you first step foot through those doors. It’s nice to see you again Javi, nice to have you back in Laredo” she smiled as she handed over his change and receipt.

“Nice to see you again too, Rosanna” he smiled to her, giving her a tanking nod before returning back to the booth to get (Y/N) “ready to go, my lady?” He asked her.

She nodded and stood, putting on her coat and grabbing her bag, putting it over she shoulder. They waved goodbye to Rosanna as they left. It was dark now, a similar night to when they both shared their first kiss with each other. Clear skies and a full moon.

“You really didn’t have to pay for the food Javi” she said quietly “we could’ve at least split it”

“I kind of did have to pay though. As an apology for the way I left. Although, I know it’s not enough. But hopefully it’s a start”

“You don’t need to apologise Javi. You’ve done nothing wrong. You left because you wanted to help, you wanted to do a job. Maybe I should apologise for the way I acted, trying to stop you and all, I just...I didn’t want to loose my best friend”

“I can see that this could go in forever, so how about we both accept that we are both incredibly sorry” Javi offered.

“Agreed” she laughed.

“Walk you home?” He offered again.

“Sure” she smiled to him. He held out his arm to her and she linked hers with his, pressing herself against him as they walked back to her small little cottage the other side of the woods by Javi’s childhood home.

-

“You know,” she began softly “tonight is a similar night to when we both had our first kiss” she giggled “Do you remember that?”

“Of course I do. I think about it all the time”

“You do?” She asked in slight shock.

“W-Well...I mean...y-yeah” he stuttered, his face feeling hot now.

“So do I” she admitted “I think about...a lot of things we did. A lot of things we...we could’ve done”

“Like what?” She was silent for a moment as she thought over what she wanted to say “I know a lot of things I would’ve liked to have done...” he continued. He stopped in his tracks, she stopped too and stood in front on him. Their eyes meeting and their hearts pounding.

“L-Like what?” She stuttered. He lifted his hands to rest on her cheeks, stroking her skin with his thumb.

“Well, for one, I want to kiss you again...”

“Please..” she begged quietly.

He didn’t question it. She wanted him to kiss her and he most definitely wanted to kiss her. Javi leaned in and pressed his lips to her like he did all those years ago, although this time it was a lot less awkward.

She pulled away and smiled at him “that was...a lot less awkward” she laughed.

“Yeah” he chuckled “I’m um...I’m sorry that I...” He drew in a sharp breath, inwardly grumbling to himself to just man up and tell her “I really fucking like you (Y/N). I love you. And I’m so sorry for leaving you, for not ever telling you, for being with so many other girls when you were right there...just...I’m fucking sorry”

“Don’t be” she shook her head, lifting her own hands to rest on his cheeks “we were both in and out of relationships. I think we’re both at fault, but I fucking love you too. I’ve always loved you Javi...”

He pulled her back in for another kiss, his arms falling to wrap around her waist, pulling her body flush against him. Her arms slipped around his neck, her hands tangling into his soft hair.

-

It was a mess as they made their way to her bedroom, they were both thankful that her home was just one floor so they didn’t have to fumble their way up the stairs to her room. A trail of discarded clothes from the front door to her room, doing the best they could never to break lips. Once they entered the threshold of her room he pushed her onto the bed and made quick work of taking off his shirt before dropping it to the floor and crawling on top of her. Her hands grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down for another deep kiss.

“I’ve waited...” he mumbled between kisses “so fucking long...to have you like this”

“Me too” she told him, her hands slid from his cheeks and into his hair, tugging lightly on the strands. His hands moved down her body and moved under her shirt, trailing up her skin bringing her shirt with him. She momentarily removed her hands from his hair so that he could pull off her shirt.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position when returning her lips to him. His hands flattened on her back. Javi trailed his lips down her jaw and too her neck, sucking and biting on her soft skin electing soft moans from her. “Javi..” she whispered. He let out a heavy breath, her voice electrifying his body in the best way, making him feel more alive then anyone else ever had.

Her fingers slid back into his soft hair. His fingers worked on undoing the clasp of her bra, she slipped it off her arms and dropped it to the floor. He then pushed her back onto the bed and admired her chest for a moment “you’re so fucking beautiful” he mumbled to her before leaning down to take on of her pink buds into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it.

“Javi..” she whimpered breathlessly, stroking through his hair. Javi’s hands stroked down her sides, he trailed his mouth down her stomach, leaving wet open mouthed kisses to her stomach, to the waist band of her jeans. She reached over to her bedside table to switch on the dim lamp there, letting the room be filled with the soft orange glow. He fumbled with the button and the zip before finally being able to pull them off her legs and throw them to the floor.

His fingers were light across the flesh of her thighs. She let out a pleased hum at the feeling of his rough fingers contrasting her soft skin. He gently pulled one of her legs up into the air. He stared at her leg with admiration in his eyes, his hands stroking it as if it were made of the most delicate China. He pressed a kiss to her ankle, to her calves and to her shin. Then to the side of her knee, lowering his body. Then to her inner thigh, he was now settled between her legs.

He rubbed his nose over the waistband of her panties before taking it between his teeth and pulling them down her legs and then discarding them too to the floor, leaving her completely naked under him. “Shit baby” he whispered. He couldn’t help but touch her more. His hands roamed over his body, as did his eyes. He was in awe of how stunning she looked. Feeling completely regretful and almost stupid that he hadn’t taken her sooner. He could’ve had her precious body all to himself by now if he wasn’t such a coward to hide his feelings for her.

She bit her bottom lip as she sat up, matching his kneeling position. Her hands slid up his chest to his shoulder. She looked up at him through her lashes “you’re wearing to much” she whispered to him. This was a new, confident side of (Y/N) that he hadn’t seen before, but he loved it.

She moved around him and pushed him down to the bed, now hovering above him. Her hands felt every inch of his bare chest. Her fingers lingering on the scars that were scattered around his skin. She didn’t think to question how he got them, he didn’t need to explain it to her in that moment. But she knew that none of them could’ve been good. So she made a show of making love to each one in an attempt to erase the memories from his mind.

Her lips were gentle over each scar, after the kiss she would trace a finger over it before moving to the next one. Javi always knew she was gentle, she was always so kind, and having her in such an intimate position made him feel incredibly special. He felt safe for once. She was taking care of him just like he always wanted a woman to do.

“(Y/N)...” he mumbled to her. She lifted her head and brought it over his, looking down at him with soft eyes.

“Yeah?” She whispered, her finger trailing down his cheek.

“Kiss me...” he pleaded. And she did. Their lips joined and his hands moved to her back, his palms flattening against her skin. Their lips moved perfectly against each other. Javi couldn’t explain what he was feeling. His heart was just overwhelmed. He felt it must’ve been a dream. He had dreamt for many years about what it would be like to actually be with her. He had imagine how soft her lips were, how they tasted on his own. He had imagined how smooth her skin would be under his rough hands, how it would feel against his own. He had imagined what it would be like to hear her tell him she loved him. And it was fucking music.

She pulled off his lips, giving him a gently smile before sliding back down his body. She made quick work of getting him out of his jeans, it was effortless for her, or maybe it was simply because he was completely infatuated by her in that moment that any movement she made just seemed perfect and fluid. Her hands dragged along his thighs and he felt weakened. No one had even touched him like that before. As in, no one had taken the time to feel him. Maybe that was his own fault, only ever using them for a quick fuck, Hell, he didn’t even take the time to feel any of the women he had had sex with in his past. Partly because he was so desperate to feel her.

She took her time in admiring his body that he hated so much. He couldn’t stand to look at himself in the mirror because he knew he truth about himself, he knew who he really was. But every dark thought he ever had about himself seemed to melt away every second her hands lingered on his body. She was changing him, she didn’t realise it but she was. He was becoming a better person every second they were with each other.

Her hands were outlining the bulge in his black boxers. Almost massaging the skin around it, she was yet to touch him where he really wanted her too but he didn’t much care. He was relishing in the feeling of her. He just felt so happy.

A finger then trailed down the length of his member. He let out a shape huff of breath. His hips jerked up into her touch when she flattened her palm over him “(Y/N)” he muttered. Her palm began to rub against him. Up and down, up and down. His mouth fell open and his head rolled back onto the pillow. “Fuck” he breathed.

Her hand was slow but it felt so good. He was melting under her touch, he felt like he was floating, he was on cloud nine. He loved her more and more each second that passed. He was, however, half tempted to stop her, to her give some pleasure, to make her feel as good as he felt. He knew it was selfish to let her carry on, but he simply felt to weak to move. Too absorbed in his own pleasure to stop her.

He lifted his head when he felt her hand move to the waistband if his boxers, pulling them down his legs and dropping them to the floor. His length slapped against his stomach and he saw her eyes sparkle. Her fingers wrapped gently around his length and his head fell back against the pillow, letting out a low groan. Her hand then continued its soft strokes. Up and down, up and down.

“(Y/N)...” he muttered again, this time reaching his hand down to tell her to stop her. “Let me touch you..” he pleaded. She smiled to him and nodded. He pulled her back up his body before he rolled them over and pressed his lips to hers, then it was his turn to slid down her body.

He gently grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs apart, his eyes were now focused on her glistening wetness. He bit his bottom lips and let out a strangled groan at the sight. He nuzzled his nose against he clit briefly before slipping his tongue out and licking a long stripe up between her folds. “Javi” she gasped bringing her hand to his hair.

He was going to make her come from his mouth. He was already addicted to her taste after a single lick.

His mouth was now fully attached to her witness. His tongue abusing her clit making her body writhe under him, her fingers tugging on his hair, sweet moans and whimpers falling from her lips with every flick he gave her. “God, Javier” she whispered “s-so good” she managed to say, her hips began rolling against his hot mouth. He didn’t say anything, instead just letting out a low hum. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer too him. He ate her out as if he were a starved man.

And of course, he was. He felt deprived of being with someone properly. He was starved of feeling what it was like to actually make love to someone. He had been starved of a gentle touch which she had given him. He had been starved of being without her for so long, he wanted to make up lost time by just ruining her in the best possible way.

“J-Javi” she whimpered, he carefully lifted her head to look at him. He was fucking enjoying himself. His eyes were closed and he had the most dreamy face, like he was experiencing some sort of heaven. The sight was so damn erotic that she felt she might come undone in that moment but she didn’t want it to end so soon. He wanted him to eat her out for longer, but she didn’t know how much longer she could last. “G-going to-“ she tried breathlessly “Oh-fuck-Javi” she swore before letting out a load moan. Again he said nothing, but her words encouraged him to go harder. He pressed his face as close to her as he could, his tongue swirling over her, sucking on her clit viciously, desperate to hear how she sounded when she came undone for him.

He noticed how she became short of breath, her moans coming out as high pitch squeaks. Her chest was heaving. She was so beautiful. He could feel her thighs trying to push together, if not for his strong hold in them, he was sure they would most likely be pressed tightly around his head, not that he would be opposed to that feeling.

“Come for me baby” he muttered deeply against her. Those words were what she needed to send her into oblivion. Her back arched off the bed as a call of his name escaped her lips. His mouth didn’t stop, but it did slow down, working her through her climax until her hips were stuttering.

Once she had reached that point, he slowly pulled his mouth of her wet heat. He took a second to admire his work, and to admire just how angelic she looked after her climax hit. Her face flushed, chest heaving, lips parted. It was a sight he could get used to.

He crawled back up her body, leaving kisses across her stomach, chest and breasts and he went. He kissed up her neck, along her jawline, on her chin and finally settled on her lips, capturing the last few sweet moans in his own mouth. A soft hum left her lips when she tasted herself on him. “I want you” he told her slowly.

“I want you too” she told him “I really want you” he could hear the desperation in his voice, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear the same in his. Because he was desperate for her, he had been since they were teenagers. And now he finally had her, he sure as hell hoped it was good.

He returned his lips to hers and trailed a hand down her body and between her legs, she squealed cutely when his fingers ran up through her folds gathering up the wetness there. He smeared it over his length and aligned the tip of his dick with her entrance. He gently eased into her, loving the noise she made as he did, somewhere between and moan and a whimper, or maybe it was the two of them combined.

He watched himself sink into her, adoring the sight. She was just perfect. Taking him like she was made for him. Her head rolled back and he buried his head in the crook of her neck, attaching his mouth to her skin as he began to thrust slowly in and out of her. “Oh Javi,” she began, a dazed expression on her face “you’re so good”

“You’re so fucking tight” he groaned through gritted teeth, “so tight...so wet...so good”

He rolled his hips against hers slowly, painfully slowly, trying to draw out a long moan of pleasure from her which he got. A long and breathless moan came from her lips. Her nails dragged up his broad back, definitely leave red lines on his skin, but he didn’t much care about that. The more marks she left on him the better.

His thrusts were slow at first, he was just trying to come to terms with how good she felt around him. And then he started to speed up a little, her nails then digging into his skin as she gasped out his name “o-oh Javi” she whimpered. His face was still buried in her neck, sucking and biting on her skin, marking her as much as she was marking him.

Her legs lifted and wrapped around his waist and she used what strength she could muster to roll them over so that she was now above him. “Fuck,” he groaned when he looked at her. Her hands rested on his chest as she circled her hips around him “you look so beautiful” he commented in a quiet voice. His hands slid up her arms and back down again a few times before sliding back down her sides to her hips to encourage her to ride him.

Which she did. “Javi” she whispered again as she bounced slowly on his length, her teeth dragged along her bottom lip, her head rolling back. His hands tightened their grip on her hip as she began to pick up her pace. His own hips rose to meet hers, he was once again becoming absorbed in his own pleasure. “Javi-You look so beautiful” She panted as her eyes met his. Both pairs were blown black with lust and desire for each other. Pent up sexual attraction and frustration finally being released.

He had never been called ‘beautiful’ before. But he loved the way it sounded coming from her. He loved the way it felt inside him. Making him feel so loved and adored by her, making him feel so special. He felt so incredibly weak by her, succumbing to her every word, her every touch, her every look. He felt completely at her mercy but he didn’t want to be anywhere else. This was where he was meant to be, with her in that moment.

(Y/N)’s hips rolled against his, grinding them against his. His breath hitched in his throat as his head was flung back. His hands were like a vice on her hips. His climax was nearing, he could feel it building in the pit of his stomach. “(Y-Y/N)...” he stuttered out breathlessly. She dragged her hips along him over and over again, each one coming faster then the last. She was killing him. His mind was empty. All he could think about was her, how good she was making him feel.

Her hands moved to grab the pillow either side of his head as she lowered her body down. His head was still thrown back, his glorious neck on full view to her. Her lips attached to his neck and he groaned lowly. She trailed her kissed up his jaw and back to his lips. Kissing him gently as his hips kept going fast. He slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her body flush against him.

With her body now against him, she found it difficult to move her hips to give the desired effect. He knew how to help with that. He managed to push himself to his knees, her legs still tightly around his waist. She was pretty much sat on his lap, their lips still joined. He began to thrust up into her, his hips slamming against hers as he tried to draw both of their climax’s near. Her hands slid to his cheeks, running her thumbs over his rough skin as she moaned helplessly into his mouth, but he was doing the exact same.

Their ends were upon them. He could feel her walls grabbing at him with ever thrust, and her moans and whimpers were getting more desperate. And she could feel his length begin to twitch inside her, he was grabbing at her back, trying to hold on to something when he came, either that or he was just trying to keep her close. She reached behind her to grab one of his wrists and guided it to her hair. He didn’t need to be told what to do. His fingers immediately tightened within her lock and she smirked against his lips. “J-Javi” she breathed “baby I’m so close”

“Me too Mi Amor” he mumbled. His other hand slipped down her back to grab a generous handful of her ass making her gasp, her head falling back giving him perfect access to her neck. He once again buried his face into her neck, muffling his moans and amplifying hers.

“Javi-“ She squeaked as she desperately grasped his hair. His name then fell of her lips like a chant as she released on him, her walls clenching hopelessly around him. He wasn’t too far behind, letting out a low rumble of her name as his hands on her body tightened their grip on what ever they were holding as his come shot into her.

He slowed his hips, riding them through their climax’s before finally stopping. Now her room was only filled with the sound of bated breaths. He removed his face from her neck to look at her. She tilted her head back down to look at him through heavy eye lids before pulling him in for another kiss.

As their lips worked against each other, he carefully lowered them back down to her bed, letting himself sink into the soft mattress below him. She pulled off his lips and smile gently to him before rolling off him. He quickly grabbed her hand before she could leave the bed “w-where are you going?” He asked quickly.

“To the bathroom” she told him “I won’t be long baby” she promised him with a quick kiss. She then disappeared out of the room, leaving him alone feeling...amazing.

He sat up and leaned over the bed to see the mess of their clothes on her floor. He reached for his jeans but stopped himself. It was part of his routine that he hadn’t been able to shake. Fuck, then smoke. But he was trying to quite smoking, and that wasn’t just a fuck. That was love. They made love. He realised that he had no desire to smoke, or to chew his gum, he was on autopilot, so used to his routine of smoking after sex that it just happened with out him controlling his brain. But now he was thinking about it, the only thing he desired was her.

He chuckled lightly and shook his head at himself. He skipped his jeans for the moment and reached for his boxers and pulled them back on. He grabbed every piece of clothing, wanting to clean the space before she got back. He didn’t quite know what to do with it all but he noticed there was a chair in the corner of her room, so he put the pile of clothes in that before slipping back into bed. He took the time to look around her room. It was definitely her, everything about it. And he loved it.

But his eyes stopped at a framed picture on her bedside table that he hadn’t noticed. He shuffled closer to it and grabbed it from the nightstand to get a better look. And it felt like his head fluttered. He knew exactly what it was. It was them on the night of their prom. They had gone together simply because neither of them had anyone else to ask. The picture was taken by his mother before they left.

God, she looked beautiful. Her hair done nice and neatly, a more natural look compared to what some girls had done. The same went for her dress. It was long, simple and the most beautiful shade of purple. It made her look like a damn princess.

She was a princess.

The princess he had saved in the woods. The princess who he help cross the river and saved her from a watery demise. The princess who he shared his first kiss with. The princess who was his voice of reason, the one who remained by his side through everything.

She was his princess.

He smiled gently as he took a final look at the picture for now and placed it back on her nightstand, then snuggling into the comfort of her bed, letting her intoxicating smell fill his body. “You look extremely comfortable” she commented as she walked back into the room. She walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out what he guess to be a nightdress. A deep shade of navy blue. She slipped it over her body and crawled into bed beside him, pulling the covers over his shoulders.

“I am” he nodded “and I’m happy. I’m so fucking happy. I love you so much (Y/N)”

“I love you too Javi. I’ve always loved you” she told him as she shuffled closer to him, pressing her lips to his again.

This time their kiss was more heartfelt, more meaningful. It was used to try and get across just how much they loved each other, but they both had a feeling that they would never be able to convey that, through anything. She rolled on top of him, his arms wrapping around her waist, not holding her as tightly this time.

“Oh Javi” She whispered in between kisses “I missed you so much”

Her voice was sad. Her fingers were gentle as the stroked down his cheek. “I missed you too (Y/N). Every fucking day I missed you. I feel like such an idiot. For not...for not being with you. For not telling you sooner. My life has been so empty with out you in it. Even when I did have you...I just felt so alone. I needed you more than I thought. I need you to fill the emptiness in my heart. I was so fucking scared of how much I loved you, and I fucked off down to Colombia to be a ‘hero’, but I’m not fucking hero. I wanted to change the world. I wanted to save the world. But maybe I should’ve started smaller. Which was saving my world. Saving you”

He watched as a tear rolled down her cheek but she still smiled at him, her hand shakily cupping his cheek. “Javier, you saved me when you built that bridge” she said to him quietly “and you’ve saved me every day since. You are everything to me” her hand gently brushed away some of his hair from his forehead “you don’t need to be sorry for anything. You are the greatest man I know. And we’re together now, so let’s to worry about the past, let’s look more towards the future”

“I’m never going to leave you” he whimpered “you mean the fucking world to me” she smiled and kissed him again, gently, but no less loving. “This is going to make my dad happy” he chuckled quietly.

“I think this is going to make a lot of people happy” she giggled, reach over to turn off the bedside lamp. She went to snuggle into him but was already buried into her. His arms around her waist, their legs entangled together and his head resting on her chest. She smiled and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, her fingers gently stroking through his hair.

“You’ve made me a better person...I feel great...I feel like a...whole new man” he told her.

“You are great” she said “you should know that by now”

“I love you”

“I love you too” 

Masterlist

08/06/20

[mihidecet]

Sbi&co: D&D AU: Rivals and Friendships

New chapter POG! This has been a long time coming, friends! I do hope you enjoy <3 Lemme know what you think, and as always thank you so so much for reading!! <3

If Dream had to be honest, he’d say that this team seems to be quite fun. 

They appear to be very close friends, from the way they rely on each other and joke around despite the huge Cloaker trying to wrap around the bard hurling insults at him. He does also remember the kid, the one he’d seen at the training grounds, and he’s happy to say that he was wrong to doubt his place in the tournament - he can surely handle himself quite well, and on top of that he clearly has a well established supporting structure built around him. 

While the tiefling makes sure to make light of the situation, no matter how much he gets thrown around, Dream still remembers how he’d stepped between the younger teammate and danger before; the half orc greatly respects that, heaven knows how many times he's stepped between something aimed at Sapnap and vice versa.

On top of being a well oiled machine, this team also knows what they’re doing, both in terms of fighting and in terms of performing; he can’t deny how he’s been at the edge of his seat ever since they first entered the stadium, despite how his body is still a bit sore from fighting a Barlgura earlier that day - who knew ape-looking demons could hit that hard? 

Sapnap's voice has been turning rougher and rougher too: he had been yelling insults at their opponent all fight, and now he hasn't stopped loudly whooping once ever since he'd seen the kid swoop into the stadium looking like a bolt of fire - the two of them would probably get along, if given the chance; that or they'd murder eachother after just a handful of seconds.

The only thing that's missing from this party is their fourth member who, if memory serves him well, is a rogue - the tall hooded figure he'd seen hanging around with the (maybe?) two tieflings. 

He has been seeing the Cloaker they're fighting flinch back from ranged attacks that seemingly come out of nowhere, but as of now they haven't shown themselves yet. Either that or their fourth party member is constantly invisible, which George has assured them would be a pointless waste of arcane energy - Dream and Sapnap agree that it would still be very cool, but they have a mutual agreement regarding trying to stay on the wizard's good side, since they convinced him on sticking around after their round to watch everyone else instead of going to rest. 

He is in fact in the process of turning towards George - he'd seen the tiefling kid surround himself in flames ever since the start of the fight and he wanted to ask if that was a common tiefling trait - when a light blue reflection catches his eye. A figure leaps from a stone pillar and disappears mid flight, as if vanishing in thin air, and reappears over the Cloaker's body, since the beast had managed to free itself from the arcane shackles that held it firmly to the ground.

In line with the dark, hooded figure that he’d seen that day at the training grounds, the stranger lands in a crouch, surprisingly stable, cape flowing behind them in a way that almost feels too elegant for the yelling-filled dirt stadium. 

One raised hand holds what seems to be a weirdly shaped dagger - it’s a bit too far away to see correctly - before it plunges into the beast’s back, tearing a furious cry from it as it shudders in pain. Its movement jostles the figure around, but they don’t seem to care that much, holding steadily their ground - it awakens old memories of afternoons spent training and refining balance with Master Calvin, because what good is a fighter if they can get knocked on their asses at the first kick in the shin, but he figures the stranger might have served on a ship. After all, that is where Master Calvin picked that important lesson from.

The Cloaker, evidently not glad to have a knife stuck to its back, decides to take matters into its own … wings? and wraps them around its body before quickly and sharply twisting on itself, probably intent on flinging the hooded figure away. 

And in its defence, the figure does get thrown off, but as their body flies up towards the sky, it follows a weird trajectory - a hand suddenly grabs his bicep as Sapnap lets out a breathless “holy shit”. That’s when he notices the thick chain the stranger is holding onto, and the weird curvature of the “dagger” they used suddenly makes a lot of sense. 

He can’t help but laugh as the figure folds on themselves in order to sail towards the ground, the chain wrapping itself around the Cloaker - whose wings are still wrapped around itself, leaving Dream to wonder how much preparation went into that, or if the four of them have travelled the Underdark and fought one before. 

Back on the ground, the kid is hopping from one foot to the other, staring upwards as his teammate descends; he then starts running and leaps, definitely more than should be possible, and grabs the figure’s leg as the chain is starting to curl back upwards, guided by its own momentum, furtherly pushing it forward. 

The two struggle for a moment as the kid climbs his teammate’s body, reaching the chain himself moments before the other lets go; then, with a sudden burst of flames, the tiefling pops out of existence, only to reappear a split second later once again over the Cloaker’s back. 

But Dream misses what happens on that side of the battlefield, because his eyes follow the movement of the cloaked figure as they fall - he expects somebody to catch them, to throw a spell to prevent them from crashing to the ground, but it never happens: the stranger lands on their feet and immediately propels themselves forward, rolling on the ground and quickly standing back up, as if they hadn’t just fallen from way too high up, and unsheathing a stunning looking shortsword. 

Before he can stop himself, Dream hits Sapnap’s side with his elbow, eyes wide open because he is so sure. He know that, he’s seen that move so many times it’s been seared into his brain - his ankles still ache with the phantom pain of trying to achieve that specific landing technique. 

Master Calvin’s pride and joy-

“That’s him- Sap!” He whispers in a hush, urgently patting his best friend’s side, trying to catch his attention; the beast’s angry screams are loud now, the chains around its body red and flaming, constricting its movements as it slowly descends to the ground again, thrashing against its restraints, but Dream can’t find it in himself to care about it that much at that moment, eyes trained on the cloaked figure that he’s heard about for years and years of training. 

Still, Sapnap doesn’t look, all of his attention focused on the actual fighting happening, giving a questioning grunt before yelling out in glee as the Cloaker crashes to the ground, its tail lashing out wildly and almost crashing against the bard’s body. So Dream insists, quickly pinching his side, instantly finding himself face to face with a very unamused monk. 

“What the fuck?!” Sapnap asks indignantly, only for his brows to furrow in confusion at his friend’s elated expression, Dream leaning forward to whisper urgently:

“That’s Techno.”

He waits for him at the exit. 

He doesn’t really know why he does, since they will be both tired and beaten up - he’ll still surely be high on adrenaline after his team’s quite honestly glorious win - but he doesn’t really want to wait, he can’t really find it in himself to do so. 

And also, he does it simply because he can. All participants have access to the same parts of the stadium, so there is nobody trying to stop him and Sapnap as they move towards the exit. Well, of course there are guards that check their identities, and guards that watch over all corridors. But still. Nobody stops them or questions them while they wait. 

Loud chatter and laughter announces their incoming arrival - a bright, almost wheezing laugh is almost completely covered by a strong and high voice quickly recounting “that absolutely badass move I pulled, they’ll be talking about it for years, you’ve got to write a song about that!” - and when they turn the corner and appear at the end of the corridor Dream can’t help but feel himself stiffen. 

Either from the sight of his hooded … rival? from across the corridor - he looks definitely much taller now that he’s not so far away - or from how the druid’s eyes zero on him instantly, pinning him down with a neutral stare and a cryptic smile. 

“And the jump! Why don’t you use that spell more often, I love it so very much... Ph- I mean Flinar?” The kid stumbles on his words as he notices the elf has stopped laughing, following his eyesight with a confused expression that turns even more perplexed when he sees him and Sapnap standing there, evidently waiting for them. 

“Oy! You two got a problem?” The kid asks, loudly, shooting looks towards the guards - counting them, making eyesight as if to check if they’re on a specific side, the kid has evidently been through some stuff - so Dream raises his hands placatingly, displaying the lack of weapons in his hands. 

“No problem at all! Just wanted to congratulate you on the fight, it was spectacular!”

Behind the kid, he sees Techno’s shoulders sag with a silent sigh before he steps forward. 

Oh, so he does know him.

It’s actually quite sweet how the whole group moves as a single unit, following behind Techno despite the fact that he probably intended to be the only one getting closer to the two of them.

Dream forces himself to display a relaxed attitude as he moves to meet him halfway - which he is, relaxed, he is calm, he has nothing to worry about, there’s nothing as normal and boring as meeting one of the best fighters there is in this whole region. 

Up this close, Techno is definitely taller than him, which is something that doesn’t really happen much, with Dream being a half orc; once again, that has no effect whatsoever on his mood, nor the confidence he has regarding this meeting. The positive thing is, being shorter than him allows him to have a clear view of his face under the hood - if he hadn't been sure before, the bright blue eyes, pink toned skin and tusks would have surely confirmed his suspicions. 

“I’m Dream, this is Sapnap. I assume I shouldn't be naming any names, right?” He quips, a smirk on his face that gets slightly bigger when the shifter in front of him huffs out a silent laugh, apparently amused, and extends a hand towards him. 

“Jerry.” He grumbles out, prompting Dream to use all of his existing willpower to avoid laughing over the clearly fake name as he grips his hand in a handshake; Sapnap has much less restraint, bursting into a wheezing laughter and doubling over - he swears he hears the bard snort a laugh too, but when he looks at him his face is blank. 

“So, who is this?” The kid asks, looking puzzledly between the two of them. 

“One of Calvin’s students.” Techno answers quickly, prompting an understanding “oh” from the young tiefling, before pinning Sapnap down with a calculating look.

“And I guess you trained with Fruit.” The monk nods with a grin, turning his face towards the youngest of the group. 

“I loved your fire tricks, I deal with fire too.” 

“Well, mines are definitely better.” The kid replies instantly, so sure of his words that Dream is immediately wheezing, leaning onto Sapnap for support as the monk gapes, shocked.

“Oh my- Oh Sap you just got destroyed by a child!” The half orc wheezes out, which is an even worse choice because the kid explodes into literal fire, flames licking at his body as anger fills his eyes.

“I am NOT a fucking child!” He yells out, furious, but what frightening factor he could have had is very much dampened by how the rest of his team is laughing about it - the bard, which at this point Dream is half convinced must be the Wilbur Soot, is vehemently agreeing, laughing as he insists that yes, that is a child, a youngster, and the two quickly lose themselves into a heated debate. 

After a moment, the druid steps in - that’s gotta be the Wandering King; they’re in the presence of legends, watching them squabble with a tiefling kid, shaking hands and playfully trading quips - placing a placating hand on each of the two tieflings’ shoulders and prompting their fighting to quiet down. 

“We should be going, it’s late and we need to rest. It was a pleasure to meet you two.” 

“Likewise. We’ll see eachother on the battlefield, then, I assume?” Dream asks, shooting Techno a glance; the man simply raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“If we must.” 

With one last chuckle, Dream turns on his heel, him and Sapnap moving back towards the viewing stands where they had previously left Eret and George. 

“We’re gonna kick your asses!” Yells the kid a moment later; when Dream turns back he’s got a daring expression on his face, but he looks excited - it reminds him of himself, and he can’t help but laugh. 

“Not if we destroy you first!”

[petersasteria]

Miss Universe - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Requested? Nah

Tom Holland Masterlist || Ultimate Masterlist 

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞!𝐓𝐨𝐦

𝐘/𝐂 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲

* * * *

"Darling, why didn't you pick me up at the airport?" Tom questions as soon as he enters your shared apartment. "You knew I needed help with my suitcases so, why the fuck weren't you there?"

"Gee, hello to you too." you roll your eyes. "I was at modeling sch-"

"Modeling school again?!" Tom bitterly laughs. "I don't want to rain on your parade, but you've been there for almost a year and nothing's happening. Just give it up and try some other dream. I swear, I really don't see you as Miss Universe. I'm sorry."

Tom hasn't really been supportive of you and it hurts because you've been together for three years now. You thought he'd be supportive of you ever since you opened up about your dream. He thinks you don't have what it takes to join such a big pageant.

"Try something else and then I'll support you." Tom smiles and kisses your forehead. He walks to your shared room leaving you in the living room whilst wearing the highest pair of stilettos that you recently bought.

You come to your senses, because you're finally fed up of how Tom has been brushing off your feelings like this. You take off your stilettos and walk to your shared room. "Why are you such an asshole, Tom?"

Tom stops putting his clean clothes in his drawer before turning around to face you, "What are you talking about?"

You huff, "I'm saying- it's unfair for you to live out your dream and I'm just here waiting for you to come home."

"Y/N, I'm just stating facts." Tom defends.

"No, you're just being an asshole!" you raise your voice. Tom glares at you and you let out a tired sigh, "You're so fucking unfair! All this time I've always been here to support you. I supported you and adjusted everything in my life just for you. I've supported you in every red carpet and every premier and every interview and all I want is support from you. The same support I gave you. Is it too much to ask that from you?! I've stuck with you through thick and thin and just because I'm willing to do that, doesn't mean I don't have my own dreams that I want to achieve."

"So, what now?" Tom shrugs and crosses his arms.

"We're done, Thomas." you say. Tom looks at you in shock, "What?"

"You heard me." you sass and pack your things in an overnight bag, "I'll ask someone to get my things."

Tom didn't stop you, though. He knew you were final with your decision. Soon, you leave your once shared apartment and Tom groans in frustration.

Tom unlocks his phone and lets out his frustration on Twitter.

Of course Tom's tweets didn't go unnoticed and you've decided to tweet too.

ONE YEAR LATER...

"There's nothing good on tv!" Harry groans as he checks every channel on tv. He stops on one channel, though. "Are you guys okay with watching Miss Universe?"

Harrison shrugs, "I don't really mind."

Tom doesn't say anything but he pays attention to the show. "Wouldn't it be cool if Y/N was actually a candidate?" Harry chuckles and shakes his head. "Yeah, that'd be cool." Tom whispers.

"Speaking of Y/N, is that her?" Harrison points. "She has a sash with Y/C on it."

Harry squints and looks closer, "Oh...wow. It is her."

"She did it. She actually did it." Harrison smiles. "This is great!"

Tom's phone blows up with notifications and he checks his Twitter and everyone has been tagging him and for some reason, he's trending on Twitter.

Tom decides to tweet:

Tom likes some tweets of fans until one tweet catches his eye:

Tom quotes the tweet: "Ms. Y/C of course! Y/C all the way! x"

A lot of people reacted and freaked out and started theories about you and Tom secretly getting back together. Some said that Tom was just being supportive which was something he failed to do before. He hopes that tweeting would at least be enough support for you.

An hour or so later, it was now time for the question and answer portion. You made it until the top 3. It's now your turn to be asked and you look absolutely stunning in your gown.

"She's breathtaking." Harrison says in awe. His eyes not leaving the screen. Tom would've smacked his head, but you and him aren't together anymore.

"Good evening Ms. Y/C." the judge smiles at you.

"Good evening." you smile back.

"How are you?"

"I'm okay. You?" you answer.

"I'm good. You look gorgeous tonight!" the judge compliments. You lightly blush and thank them.

"Okay, Ms. Y/C here is your question: what is the most important lesson in your life and how would you apply it to your time as Miss Universe?" the judge asks.

"I'm nervous for her." Tom says as he nervously bites his nails.

"She can do it." Harry says proudly. "I've been helping her for this moment and I know she can do it."

"She's smart. I trust her." Harrison states with his game face on.

"Thank you for that wonderful question." you start. "The most important lesson in my life is learning to get back on my feet and standing up with my head high after every bad thing life has thrown at me. I would apply this in my time as Miss Universe by overcoming the challenges and hardships that comes along with this big task. With this in mind, I can be more confident in achieving my goals and I hope that this will serve as an inspiration to everyone who doubts themselves. Thank you." You answer flawlessly and end it with a bright smile. The crowd cheers for you and so does Tom, Harry, and Harrison.

"Okay, I know she was smart, but I didn't know she was THAT smart." Harrison grins. Harry pulls out his phone and immediately tweets.

"Guys!" Harrison catches Tom and Harry's attention as he looks at his phone with a giddy expression. "Y/N IS TRENDING NUMBER ONE WORLDWIDE."

Tom sadly smiles to himself as he realizes that he was wrong for what he's done. Turns out, he was the one holding you back. It truly is a big wake up call for him.

A few minutes later, they're announcing the winner of the pageant. You and the two other ladies hold hands and look at the crowd. Tom, Harry, and Harrison are at the edge of their seats.

The host announces the second runner up and it wasn't you. The second runner up gets her sash and flowers and stands on the side. You and the other lady are now facing each other with nervous smiles as you hold each other's hand.

"Finally, the moment we've all been waiting for. Thank you for sticking with us for so long." the host says with a grin. "Miss Universe 2021 is..."

"The suspense is killing me. Why do they do this all the fucking time?" Harry says watching everything intently.

"Miss Y/C!" the host announces.

You cry tears of joy as they crown you, give you flowers, and a sash. "Ms. Y/C you may take your first walk as Miss Universe."

With that, the pageant is over.

Tom decides to tweet too:

* * * *

I took so long to do this mainly bc of the fake tweets sksks

Lmao if u squint, that's my picture for y/n's icon

[rosierocks30]

Hidden: Ch.9

Chapter 9: Love, Passion, and Desire

Somewhere in Paradis Isle, Eren had been writing a letter to his older brother, Zeke since they both decided to be separate so neither of them got caught. 

For many months, the Titan shifter couldn’t get over the rejection of Queen Historia. At first, he thought; what does she see in Captain Levi? Eren had a lot of respect for his former captain, but it confused him how these two end up being together? They have so many differences. He can guess, Historia was probably into older men. After all, didn’t she tell him that her mother was around her age when she was seeing Lord Reiss? Historia’s father was twice older than her mother yet they had Historia. 

The younger Jaeger finished his letter then tucked it into an envelope to be ready to send soon. They were preparing for the war coming soon. Eren was ready to unleash The Rumbling that Ymir Fritz showed him through the Path. 

He had been thinking about what his brother said before they split up into different directions. 

(Flashback)

“What’s your backing up plan if we can’t access The Rumbling?” Zeke sat on a tree trunk while drinking a canteen of water. 

Eren was already contemplating the question. “If we can’t do it soon then we’ll wait, until it’s the right time.” He sighed and glanced at his brother. “I had a dream last night. There were people screaming and running from some weird light destroying their city. It looked too advanced. Then it shifted to two figures running and jumping on some glass-like surface to climb up in a strange building to see a group of humans working on metals and fire wielding tools to melt the metals into shapes. A woman appeared to explain to me this was what humans were before the collapse of an ancient civilization used to exist.” 

Zeke was concerned about what Eren had dreamt. “What ancient civilization do you refer to? This dream of yours is getting bizarre. Maybe we need to get rid of that strange sphere object that you found in the ruins of Reiss’s chapel. All it does is make you crazy and I need you to be focused.” he scolded Eren. 

“No! We can’t get rid of it. This object holds the key to humanity and our freedom.” Eren glared at his brother while holding the sphere possessively. 

Zeke rubbed his temple spots from frustration of his little brother’s behavior. “Eren, that thing is causing you nothing but trouble. You kept mumbling in your sleep about finding your Eve. Who is this Eve?” He asked. 

Eren keeps thinking about what he dreamt last night. All he can think of is the woman with a strange dress. She said her name was Minerva. So what does Minerva want him to find this Eve? He had contacted Ymir through the Path, but she doesn’t know anything what his dream meant. All she said was that Minerva is ancient. The origin of humanity is not what it seems. 

“I don’t know. I just know I need to find her.” Eren said with determination. 

(End of Flashback) 

The green-eyed man stared down at the sphere. The Apple of Eden. This object had given him other dreams or should he say visions. These visions were the past that humanity had forgotten through thousands of years.

Eren puts the object back into the drawer of the night stand next to the bed. He walked out of his room that was checked in from an inn. As the titan shifter keeps walking on the streets, he accidentally bumps into a stranger. 

“Oh sorry for bumping you.” He looks up at the stranger to see they’re steel grey. 

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t see where I was going.” This stranger is a woman. Her accent is not from here nor Marleyan. The way she spoke Eldian was not obviously her first language. She does seem foreigner. Where is she from? This woman does look cute. 

Eren rubbed his brown hair shyly. Why was he blushing over some stranger he just literally met. She is very attractive, don’t get him wrong, but he still has strong feelings for Historia. Well, he wants to believe his feelings are real. Zeke told him it was his craziness from the object that made him think they were real. Eren doesn’t know anymore what’s real or not. 

“It’s fine. It was an accident. You don’t seem like you're here? Are you a foreigner?” He said. 

The woman was caught off guard. Maybe she’s some spy? The unknown woman stepped back. “Yeah...what of it? Can this foreigner enjoy her vacation.” She said in a defensive tone. 

He uses his hands to make a surrender gesture to her. “No no you can enjoy your vacation. Sorry, it’s just...your accent gave away.” He resumes observing the woman in the front of him. Her brown hair flows as the light breeze passes by between them. Her skin tone was a bit tan with yellow undertone. As his eyes lower further down, he likes what he sees. Her body toned well, probably from working out. Her clothes were unique but it looked good on her. The trouser pants were tight and the blouse was black with two thin straps on her shoulders. Is this woman trying to get men’s attention or she’s not aware her choice of clothing can get her in serious trouble. 

“Hey buddy, I know I’m hot, but my eyes are up here.” Her voice snapped his trance back to reality. Well shit, he’s embarrassed. 

“You know what your wearing can give a man the wrong message.” He warned her. 

Her brow raised up. Seriously this woman kind of reminds him of someone he used to idolize as a kid during his Scouts years. 

“And what message do I seem to give? You are a man, so what is that message I am giving to you?” Her lips form into a smirk. Eren doesn’t know how to respond to that. This woman is bold but mysterious too. 

“Well um...I-I…” Eren’s face was flushed from still struggling to respond. He took off his trench coat and put it on the woman. “Just be careful ok. You’re lucky, you bumped into me and not some creep.” 

The brown haired woman was a bit startled by his gentlemanly actions. She let him put her on his coat. “Thanks.” 

Eren nodded then walked away. Before he vanished from the woman’s view, she stopped him. “Wait! Where do you live so I can give it back to you?” She asked. 

His head turned around to glance at her. “You can drop it off at the inn in front of you. Just say you’re looking for Eren.” He thought about giving away his full name, but since he is a wanted man, it’s smart not to give away his true identity. 

“So your name is Eren? Nice to meet you. You can call me...Eve.” She said. 

This caught his attention. Eve? He took a glimpse one more time to see her already gone through the crowds. He remembered what Minerva in his dreams said. Find your Eve. He resumed walking to his destination thinking about the bold woman he just met. 

(Somewhere in the capitol) 

The sunlight hits through the balcony to warm up the skins of two figures enjoying their afternoon activity. The sound of the bed squeaking loud along the moans. 

“Oh my Lord! Nathaniel.” Gilbert moans from the ecstasy of the orgasm he received.  

“My beautiful Gilly, your moans are heaven to me.” He showered his lover with praises. 

“As long I pleased you, I am satisfied.” Gilbert blushed. 

“You always have pleased me especially the assassination of Premier Zackely that you succeed.” The templar smiled. 

“But now Dot Pixis is the new Premier. It should have been one of our men.” Gilly frowned from the result of his mission. 

“Don’t be upset. Darius Zackely was a dangerous man. He was so closed to figure out my connections with The Templars and planning to dethrone that Whore. Who would ever thought, both the queen and the captain are expecting soon.” He growled in anger from all his hard work that was about to be revealed. Luckily, silencing Zackely made it possible to continue his work. 

“Will you still try to marry her?” The thought of his lover marrying someone else still hurts him. 

“In order to be King, yes I must.” Nathaniel cups his hands on Gilbert’s cheek. “Listen Gilbert, she’s just going to be my queen for temporary until she gives me a proper heir.” 

“What about the current unborn child she is carrying?” Gilbert said. 

“With Ackerman blood running in its veins, the unborn baby will be just a personal bodyguard or will be groomed to be a templar.” Nathan was not cruel enough to end a child’s life whether they were threatening to be on the throne. 

“Soon our plan is about to be executed and this island will be ours.” Nathan smiled while kissing Gilbert’s neck softly. The both lovers continue their lovemaking which they pre-celebrated their plan will be achieved soon. 

(Military base in Marley)

Reiner was heading to visit his family before leaving for the coastline where you can see The Devil’s Island or Paradise Isle. 

He missed his mother’s cooking. Already his cousin, Gabi arrived at his mother’s home probably helping out making dinner. 

A shadow passed by him to get into a dark alley. This caught his eye as he turned to the left. Reiner couldn’t see who it was, but the figure was covered in an odd thick white sweater with a hood attached to it. The figure was a bit smaller than him. So the Armored Titan runs after this figure. If he caught this spy, Reiner would get more praised as a Warrior and they won’t keep doubting him of his loyalty to his country. 

The figure began to climb up the wooden storage boxes to get on the rooftop without an effort. 

“Hey, stop there spy!” He shouted while getting up to the rooftop. 

The figure stopped but it was several feet away from him. Reiner could see a glimpse of black long hair stick out as the breeze made the locks float along. The face was still hidden half way, but Reiner could see the person’s pink lips and creamy skin tone. 

This spy would be a female. The blond man started to run after her. The “spy” quickly paced away. When she reaches the edge of the roof, Reiner grins as he is so close to capture. 

“You can’t escape.” He said. 

The figure glanced across to estimate the other rooftop building was enough for her to make a jump. Then she ran to leap on the other roof. Her body rolls smoothly to the surface. Reiner frowned that she managed to make it. He decided to also make a leap to catch up to the woman. He will not let this spy escape. 

Once he gained enough speed to make a jump from the edge of the rooftop, he landed and rolled down with minor scratches. He gets up to resume his chase. 

As the mysterious figure reaches another “deadend”, she stops to calculate where to escape next. Shit, remember what one of the Assassin Masters said in her training. When she was about to make another leap, Reiner tackled her down which they fell off the roof to a pile of empty carton boxes in another alley. 

“I got you, spy.” Reiner glared down as he removed the hood. 

He was shocked to see those dark eyes. “Mikasa Ackerman? What are your intentions here in Marley?” 

Mikasa growls at him while kneeling him to the diaphragm hard. He lost his breathing pattern as he began to cough. Mikasa rolls to get up, but Reiner reaches quick of her ankle to make her trip. 

“Oh no, you’re not escaping.” He pinned her to make sure she does try to wiggle her way out. 

“Oh fuck you traitor! Like I would tell you why I’m here.” She gives off her infamous Ackerman glare. 

“If you answered my questions maybe I will let you go.” He said. A part of him wants to let her go since she was a former comrade of his. He held so much respect for the raven haired woman. The Eldian-Marleyan soldier had an inter battle with himself. 

“Like you would keep your promise?” She chuckled sarcastically. 

“You are an enemy. I’m just a fellow who follows the rules.” He said. 

Mikasa was thinking of a way to escape. Well, fuck she’s screw. He knows she’s here in Marley. There’s a chance Reiner will report to his superiors and will send a group of soldiers after her. Her mission is about to be ruined. 

“Aren’t you a good little soldier.” Her eyes roll at him. 

“I see you still haven’t answered any of my questions, Ackerman.” He grinned down his teeth in annoyance. 

“And I see you’re still pinning me down but we both can’t get what we want right now.” She said. 

She thought about to headbutt him then stab him with her hidden blade, but Mikasa doesn’t have the guts to seriously harm a former friend. Her memories with Reiner in Cadet years were good enough not wanting to kill him. Yes, he done stupid shit like kidnaping Eren in the past along with Bertholdt and Ymir. The newly assassin noticed that Reiner had grown well into a fine man. That was a disturbing thought. 

“You were never the type with sarcasm.” He pointed out. 

“Things had changed since you and Bertholdt had betrayed us.” Mikasa said. 

She had a crazy idea that could help her get out of his grasp. Mikasa stared into him. Before Reiner continues talking, she leans towards him to catch him off guard to press her lips on his. Of course, like she predicted, Reiner was shocked by Mikasa’s bold action. What the raven haired beauty didn’t predict is the way she is kissing him. His lips were soft but firm.

Reiner becomes lost in the way her pink soft lips move so well adjusted against his own. He deepens the kiss to win by dominating the kiss. Of course, she won’t let that happen easily. Mikasa licks his bottom lip to have them open enough to stick her tongue and explore. 

Oh fuck, he taste so good and forbidden-wait what? What is she saying?! Being lost from the tasting Reiner, the newly assassin snapped back into reality. Mikasa surprised Reiner by kneeing him with force into his gut with her knee then knocked him off of her with a high kick to the head. The titan shifter rolled a few feet away from her. The dark haired beauty Ackerman gets up to finally escape before he regains that hard kick to his head. 

While she vanished from his view, Reiner was overwhelmed with mixed emotions of what just had happened right now. Did she and him just kiss? Reiner Braun was not the ladies man as his comrades like to think. His mind was always about the missions and duties for his motherland country. Distraction was out of the question. The blonde bulky man touched his lips that’s still warm and tingling from the spontaneous kiss with Mikasa Ackerman, his supposed enemy. 

(Survey Corps Headquarter in Mitras)

William Miles was in the court yard where Scouts soldiers spar or work out. Since he had been residing here, his assassins also reside here to plan and spar each other or with other soldiers. His grandson’s squad are quick to pick up moves during their training as new recruits. With the deal he and Levi made, this gives the team the opportunity to head on into battle when war comes. Bill had finally met the queen one on one in the months early. He was pleased his granddaughter in law was the perfect image of what most assassin's want in a spouse. She encouraged Levi to train under him. Levi was too stubborn, but he will listen to his wife or Hange or his comrades. Since yesterday, both family members finally had that closure they needed. His son, Jacob wanted his girlfriend and son to live in a better place. Of course, it was too late when he died to be able to fulfill that promise to Kuchel. She died without knowing what had happened to his son. The poor girl. He had helped dig up her grave with Levi to take her remains to at least buried her along with his son. Maybe this will bring peace for the mother of his first grandchild. 

The mentor assassin had another shocking news. One his assassins residing in New Your City found out his younger son, Desmond had a child too. Seriously, what the fuck were his sons were thinking? Didn’t they ever carry a damn condom ever? Don’t get him wrong. He is happy finding out he has another grandson, but the poor boy isn’t lucky from being hostage under Abstergo, the templars main corporation to try to dominate the world. 

This made the elder man furious that these scums dared to make this baby another of their “subjects”. For fuck’s sake, it’s a god damn infant. They are taking way too far for collecting his bloodline’s data. What are they exactly looking for? Adam and Eve? He chuckled sarcastically at that thought. 

For months, he was getting updates on his infant grandson, Elijah. He put the same assassin undercover as a staff in that company to make sure nothing dangerous happened to his other grandchild. He needs time to make a risky plan to get the baby out of the templars’ grasp. Levi was in rage when he also found out about his infant cousin. He was ready to go there and wipe out anyone there. 

(Flashback) 

“Are you fucking shitty me?! I don’t know who’s the worst, the sickos in Underground City or the Templars? ‘Cause to me both are at the same level in harming little babies.” Levi ranted while his blood boiled in rage for finding out about his little cousin. This world is a cruel place even without Titans involved. 

“Levi, I am enraged as much as you are, but we need to be level headed. We’ll make a careful calculated plan to rescue the baby. He deserves to be here with us, his family. I already sent one of my assassins to keep an eye on him. I just want to tell you because he’s your baby cousin.” Miles said with a calm tone. Levi has every right to be furious, but to get into blood rage won’t end well for anyone. 

“But after the war, we’ll get him or I’ll go myself.” Levi said. 

“We’ll save him together...don’t worry, I promise.” Bill was already behind Levi as his hand placed on his grandson’s shoulder to comfort him. 

(Flashback ends)

William Miles was in front of Commander Hange’s office door then knocked softly to let her know it’s him. 

“Come in.” Her tone seemed to be distracted when a knock was heard. 

He opened the door to see Hange absorb into her own side projects. Bill closed the door then sat on the chair in front of the desk. “Did I come in at a bad time?”

“Hm? Oh no, you’re fine. I was just doing light reading before I called it a day. So what can I do for you, Bill?” Hange closed her book on Astro-Phycis Theories. Bill raised his eyebrow to notice that her book doesn’t seem light to him. 

“You are a very strange woman if you consider that light reading.” He said.

Hange laughed at his comment. She adjusts her glasses. “I hope that’s a good thing.” 

“Oh trust me. It’s definitely a good thing, Zoe.” Bill grinned and got up to go towards where she’s sitting. The commander was confused when she felt his warm lips on hers. This is a surprising turn for Zoe. Both Miles and Hange had been flirting but never had the made. Some of the Scout soldiers and assassins laid a bet on who would make the move or how long will happen? This finally made Levi confront his grandfather about Hange in the morning. 

(Flashback)

“Oi old man. When will you have the balls to make a move on Four Eyes? Because I don’t need a distracting Commander every time you two get flirty but don’t do shit. And trust me, she rarely gets distracted unless it’s a new science like Titan related or something.” Levi barged into his old room since he let his grandfather have it. 

“Well good morning you to my dear grandson.” He sat up from the bed and yawned.

“Tch. Why are you still in bed anyways? Do you know what time it is?” Levi scolded at Bill. 

The mentor glanced at his cellphone to see the time. “Damn it Levi, it’s 6 am. Why do you have to wake me up that early?” He rubbed his eyes. 

“What the hell do you mean early? Everyone had been awake since 4 am.” The raven haired soldier rolled his eyes. 

“I stood up most of the night to help Zoe on the security measures on the coastline close to Marley.” He yawned again. 

“And yet I’m surprised both of you didn’t jump on each other. You and Four Eyes are like shy teenagers that are too afraid to make a move.” Levi mumbled while running his finger on the hard surface of the furniture. His fingers gather dust which his expression becomes disguised and annoyed. “You should clean this room. It’s filthy.” 

The older man flopped on the mattress and groaned in annoyance. Seriously, this boy has OCD or something. “Levi, can we talk about this later when I’m fully awake.”

On Levi’s other hand, he holds his cup of tea as he sips. “Tch, just giving you advice, Hange is not the type to make the first move since she loves to analyze anything including then men she starts to have feelings with. So don’t take long to do or you’ll miss your chance.”

Bill was silent but absorbed what his grandson had said. He has also been distracted too whenever he secretly ogles at messy brown haired beauty. Maybe he should consider what Levi said. Bill can’t believe he’s being given advice  by his own grandson on making a move. 

(Flashback end)

Bill moans from the kiss as he can feel Zoe’s arms wrapped around his neck and pressed against each other. The mentor assassin already had the commander on her desk sitting while he slowly made her laid on the hard surface. Most of the stuff was on the floor since Hange quickly swept off to clear the desk after the first surprise kiss from Bill. 

She blushed from the way his eyes were clouded with lust. It’s been a long time since she has been with a man. The first time meeting William was filled with curiosity. As a few months had passed they flirted here and there, but neither one didn’t make a move. It could be a culture boundary or age gap issue, but Commander Zoe Hange never had attempted to make a move in her life. She may not be shy in general but when it comes to her love life, she becomes lost that not even science can’t help her. 

For an old man, he looks younger than his age. He could pass in his 50s, but then again Levi looks younger than what he is. Must be in the family. 

All her thoughts were gone when Bill kissed down her neck to the valley of her breasts. Huh? She didn’t feel his hands undo her white blouse. Her ponytail was undone too. 

Hange moaning softly from his tongue running on top of her breasts. She quickly let the  blouse slide off of her and her bra is now on display for him to see. 

Bill stopped to admire how flushed her face was and her hair was spread out on her desk. Her chest rose up and down from breathing heavily. To him, she already looks magnificently beautiful.  

“Well, this is not what I expect but I’m not complaining.” She chuckled while playfully undoing his shirt. 

“Good, I wanted you ever since we met.” He took off his shirt when she undo his buttons. William begins to grind on her. Zoe aggressively kisses his neck while pulling his hair. 

“I wanted you as well. It had been frustrating getting off from thinking of you instead feeling your touch.” Hange mumbling as Miles takes off her pants. His warm hand caressing from her ankle to her inner thigh. Her breath panting harder. Her panties start to get soak from the wetness she has been producing from his kisses and touches. 

“Ah, you have been thinking of me? Show me when you do when you think of me.” Bill leans to her ear to whisper. 

The commander slowly let her fingers travel down her body then stopped to rub the hem of her panties. She can tell how William’s eyes become darker while following the movement of her fingers going further below. Zoe smirks as her finger hooks on the hem to carefully pull down the fabric garment to teasingly reveal her dark small pubic hairs. The way Bill’s tongue licks on his lips made her moan erotically. Oh fuck, how hot he looks the way he stares at her like a starve animal.

She continues to pull down until it's off from her legs. Her finger presses on her clit to start rotating gently as a wave of pleasure spreads out on her body. Hange moaning low his name which he stops her to resume by him instead. 

“You’re beautiful, Zoe. Don’t forget that.” His lips kissed her neck again. 

“Am I?” She has mixed feelings of being called beautiful. Most of her life, she never considers herself to try to be pretty. What’s the point when she has a brain to make her standout from everyone? The first time someone looked at her as a woman and called her beautiful was her former lover. He died an honorable hero for leading the retake of Shiganshina. That was long ago. Erwin would tell her everyday so she would one day accept that she always has beauty too in her unique way.  

“Yes.” Bill glanced at her with a soft but determined look. He was still fingering her deep which arched her back of the ecstasy of pleasure. 

Her eyes get watery then growls with desire to have him pounding her. Her hands make way to his pants to undo them roughly. “Fuck me now please..”

He chuckled and let her undo his pants. “Someone is eager.” He teased her. 

“Of course, for months I have to use my imagination of your dick pounding me, unless with your old age; you’re impotent to keep up my stamina.” Her tone was playfully as she looked into his eyes. 

“Oh my genius Zoe. I may be old, but I can still fuck your brains out. You forget that I’m an assassin. My stamina will not be an issue.” He smirks wickedly. Hange couldn’t help feel the excitement of what Bill will do to her. 

“Guess you have to remind me.” The Commander of the Survey Corps grins while whispering. A loud gasp came out from her lips when she felt his manhood entering her.

“I certainly will.” He moans while adjusting himself inside her. His dark eyes stared into her honey brown eyes. 

As the rhythmic of their bodies move as one, the new lovers keep embracing the passion that ignites from the months of pining for each other. 

Meanwhile on the other side of the Commander’s door, three figures walking pass by until they heard moans. 

“Connie, do you hear that?” Jean stops to listen where that noise is coming from. 

“Yeah, probably it’s a ghost or something.” Connie shrugs. 

Then a louder noise was heard. “Oh harder! Harder, harder!” A feminine voice made erotic noise.

“That’s one horny ghost all right.” Mario, one of William’s assassins grin as he has an idea where the noise came from. Both Survey Corps soldiers finally get what their new friend was saying and blushes while all three walk away from the noise. 

A/N: Hello guys! Sorry this chapter took so long. It’s been another busy week for me and I tried to get it done before Christmas. Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! Also, Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than the last one. I hope this chapter will do for you all until the next one. See you guys later until next time with Ch.10. Love you all!

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Step-Father's Sins by Unknown

Chapter 10

It was three weeks later and the school year was wrapping up. The sisters had to say good-bye to all of the dear friends they had grown up with.

Even though all of their friends pledged that they would keep in touch, Melinda and Marlene knew that things would never be the same.

They would both be going to Caledonia High School in the fall and that meant they would either have to make new friends or be miserable.

At home Bernard stilled ruled with an iron fist.

The teenage girls were forced to submit to his every whim,

They had to give in to him sexually whenever he ordered it.

It was a Friday night and Bernard did not have to go to work the next day. He was looking forward to a hot night of sex with his subservient harem.

He gathered Michele, Melinda and Marlene in the livingroom after they were all home and plotted out the night's activity.

"I hope none of you had any intention of going to sleep early tonight," Bernard said with a half-smile.

"No, Bernard," the three girls said, sitting in a row on the couch, shaking their heads from side to side.

"I want to start with you Marlene: You are going to get fucked in the cunt and the asshole at the same time."

"How are you going to do that, sir?" Marlene asked, her face showing the confusion she was feeling ...

"This is a wonderful world, Marlene. And many things are possible," Bernard said with a small laugh.

"But you are the only man here," Marlene said, feeling her nipples pressing against the front of her tee-shirt.

Marlene had noticed that her breasts were growing rapidly, and were more sensitive than ever.

She wondered if that had anything to do with they fact that they were being played with and sucked regularly.

"Your Mommy is going to help me," Bernard said.

Michele looked at her daughter and smiled sexily.

"How are you going to do that, Mommy?" Marlene asked.

"Bernard bought me a dildo, so I can help him fuck you," Michele said.

"A what?" Marlene asked, tilting her head to one side.

Melinda gave Marlene a sharp elbow to the ribs and acted annoyed.

"Dildo, stupid. A fake cock," Melinda snapped;

"It's a nice one. Really big. And thick too," Michele said, reaching down to the side of the couch to pick up a shoebox that had been resting there on the thick shag rug.

Michele popped the lid off the box and pulled out a long thick black rubber dildo, almost as big as Bernard's prick.

"You see? It comes with a strap around the base so I can put it on and wear it over my pussy. Just like it was a real cock!"

Marlene liked the idea. She had never thought about getting fucked in the cunt and the ass at the same time.

But now that she had heard the idea she was obsessed with it and she could feel both of her lower sex holes tingling.

Melinda was a little concerned because she thought she was going to be left out.

"What do I do?" she asked, trying not to sound impolite.

"You are going to position yourself at the head of the pile so Marlene can eat your cunt as she gets double-fucked," Bernard explained.

This suited the two little girls just fine. Marlene was trying to figure out what position they were going to do it in.

Bernard bid her that he was going to get on his back on the rug and she was to straddle his hips.

She was to put his cock inside her tight cunt and then kick her legs out behind her so Michele would be able to get the dildo up her asshole.

Melinda was going to straddle her step-father's head and pull her cunt lips apart so Marlene could strain her neck at lick at the pink slash.

Bernard took off all of his clothes and left them in a pile by an easy chair in the corner of the large livingroom.

He then sprawled on his back. The ladies undressed.

Marlene moved quickly so she could place one knee on either side of the man's slim hips, positioning her pussy so that it was spread open directly above the base of his purple phallus.

She placed the palms of her tiny hands over his nipples and pressed down against the thick rug of black fur that covered the man's chest and belly.

His cock was already stiff and ready for fucking.

The rod was bouncing up and down on his belly in expectation.

Marlene ran her fingertips down his chest to the tip of his prick.

She knew that the most sensitive spot on his whole cock was the fleshy patch on the underside at the base of the glans where the head split to make it look like a ripe plum, and they massaged that hypersensitive spot with her thumb.

She smiled when she heard her huge step-father gasp for pleasure.

The little girl had learned a lot in three weeks.

Bernard thought that Marlene would soon be just as good of a lover as her older sister in spite of Melinda's head start.

She slid her fingers between the shaft of his cock and his hairy belly with her palm turned upward.

She wrapped her tiny fingers as far as she could get them around the thick shaft and lifted the tip.

She moved the cock so that the piss hole was pointing directly at her cunt, and she leaned forward a bit.

Marlene got her knees as far apart on the thick shag rug as she could and robbed his cock head against her cunt.

She massaged her swollen love button with the rock hard glans and let out several whimpers of pleasure.

"Stick it in, cunt!" Bernard screamed with a burst of anger.

Marlene had learned to love it when Bernard was mean to her.

She liked his verbal insults almost as much as the physical abuse he dished out on a regular basis.

Marlene pushed the head of his cock to the base of her slit and wiggled her cunt from side to side so she could get the tip between her inner lips.

Even though her cunt had loosened a bit in the twenty one days since she had lost her cherry it was still no easy task to get him inside.

She knew that it was going to be even tougher for Mommy to get that huge black fake cock up her ass.

She began to lower herself on the cock, holding the shaft at the base.

She shuddered and whimpered as she felt her cunt open to take the glans.

She was well lubricated and very swollen. Though it took almost thirty seconds, she slid all the way down on his pole so the whole cock was inside her cunt.

Bernard could feel her inner poontang muscles squeezing at his dong as the little girl kicked her legs out behind her with her thighs still very far apart, the tops of her feet against the rug.

Michele had brought a jar of petroleum jelly so she would be able to lubricate the rubber dildo as well as her youngest daughter's asshole.

Michele strapped on the fake cock and positioned the base so little robber pimples there would massage her clit as she fucked.

In this manner Michele could receive sexual pleasure as she fucked her daughter's super-tight asshole.

Michele dropped to a kneeling position beside her daughter.

She popped off the cap on the jar of petroleum jelly with the thumb on her right hand and set it beside Marlene's hips.

She then massaged the cheeks of her daughter's ass, scratching at the flesh a little with the tips of her long blood-colored fingernails.

The woman scooped some of the jelly onto her fingertips and pulled the ass cheeks apart as far as she could.

She looked down between the ass cheeks and saw the pink asterisk of an asshole throbbing at her.

She rubbed the jelly against the anus lightly and Marlene shuddered.

The lubricant felt cold against the steamy mucous membrane.

Michele closed her daughter's ass cheeks and rubbed them together.

Michele quickly went about the task of spreading a thin film of jelly all over her fake cock and Melinda moved over to her kneeling mother so she could give the older woman a passionate kiss on the lips.

Michele shot her tongue deep into Mindy's mouth and they necked passionately until Bernard grunted with impatience.

The man was anxious to move his cock in and out of the little girl's pussy.

He thought that it was hell staying still while his prick was stretching at the back wall of Marlene's pussy.

Michele then moved to her toes and her palms so that the tip of the fake cock was pointing downward.

The head of the hard ebony dildo was pressing against the slightly parted crack of Marlene's ass.

Melinda could see that she could help her mother a great deal by opening the buttocks and guiding the tip of the greasy dildo to the appropriate hole.

The asshole and the pussy hole were only a little more than an inch apart and Bernard knew he would be able to feel his wife's dildo against his own cock through the thin wall that separated the two sex holes once Michele had achieved the anal penetration she so frantically sought.

Melinda moved her fingertips close to the crack of Marlene's butt and pressed her fingertips firmly into the flesh.

She pulled the cheeks apart very far and guided the tip of the fake cock to the puckered rectum, hearing Marlene whimpering wildly, her face very close to Bernard's.

Marlene and her step-father playfully licked at the tips of each other's tongue until the little girl drew her tongue back inside her mouth for fear that she would bite it off when her mother tore her asshole open with the dildo.

Marlene was so hot that she could tell she was going to start coming the second the two pricks began to move in and out of her.

She could feel her sphincter opening widely to grip the rubber dong, and Mommy moaned as she felt her new appendage slip inside.

The wall of flesh between her inner ass and inner cunt was stretched thin by the double penetration.

As Melinda saw the fake cock begin to disappear up the bung hole she moved to the head of the pack and. stood with her knees bent and her feet far apart.

The little black haired girl could feel her cunt juices flowing down the insides of her dark thighs.

She reached down to scratch at her own thighs a couple of times.

Michele pushed the dildo all the way inside Marlene ass.

The little girl realized that she was about to feel sensations greater than any she had ever known.

Melinda caressed herself from her knees to her outer labia.

She then pulled her cunt open far and could stretch her neck and wet flesh with the very tip screamed, looking up at man began to fuck the little moved so Marlene lick lightly at the wet flesh with the very tip of her tongue.

"Go!" Bernard screamed, looking up at Melinda's butt.

Michele and the man began to fuck the little girl.

They pulled out together and they rammed in together.

Marlene felt like she was coming three ways at the same time.

She could feel the spasms fill her clit, her inner cunt, and her bowels simultaneously. She could hear her scream of pleasure being muffled as she pressed her tongue deeper into her sister's cooze.

Michele reamed the butt hole until the base of the dildo rubbed her clit to orgasm.

Bernard pumped that pussy until he shot his cream into the hole, well past her cervix.

And Marlene licked at Melinda's clit until she could feel her older sister squirting her pussy juice in her face.

All four of them came with one upheaval on the livingroom floor.

Bernard loved this new way of life.

And so did his three slaves.

The End

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Very brief Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Characters: Slade Wilson, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: SladeRobin Weekend Mini-Event 2020, Day 3: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, Alpha Slade Wilson, Alpha Jason Todd, Omega Dick Grayson, Blood and Injury, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Biting, Knotting, Hurt Jason Todd, Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Jason Todd Series: Part 2 of SladeRobin Weekend 2020 Summary:

"When Slade rolls back to his feet and glances back at the bed he comes face-to-face with Jason Todd, crouched protectively over Dick, face red with anger. There’s the sudden stink of furious, protective alpha so strong that it makes Slade shudder. Rockets his heart against his chest, and not in the way it should. Because it definitely shouldn’t be shooting heat straight to his dick."

For the SladeRobin Weekend prompt Omegaverse.

(Also retroactively tagging @jason-rarepairs because I forgot the first time! Oops)

Honestly, Slade isn’t expecting Dick to be home. The kid hasn’t been out on patrol in days, which means he’s either injured or in heat. And it’s not like Slade tracks Grayson’s cycle or anything creepy like that, but it has been a while since he’s been M.I.A. and Slade hasn’t seen him take any big hits. Which means that Dick is supposed to be in Gotham. At the manor, or wherever the Bats hang out when they aren’t annoying Deathstroke. Slade was meant to be in and out of the safe house that Dick doesn’t know that he knows about without any trouble. Collect the shit he needs because Grayson has been sticking his nose into Slade’s business again and leave.

Except, the scent hits Slade as soon as he slides the window open. Sweet with a hint of spice, warm at the back of his throat like a good scotch. When he drops lightly into the room it hits him full-force and he has to pause, crouched against the floorboards, to let it roll over him. An omega in heat. For a moment he considers leaving the way he came. Obviously Dick isn’t at the manor like he’s supposed to be and Slade won’t be able to get his intel without a fight. Not to mention that, even with his screwy instincts, an unrelated omega in heat isn’t exactly comfortable to be around - and Slade can’t even fuck the weird rapid-fire sparking of dormant instincts away.

Well, he could. But as much as he enjoys the flirty, not-quite sexual tension he and Grayson share, he doesn't want to. Not with Grayson. Not with any omega. They just aren’t really his thing. Which makes the fact that, at some level, the sweet, heavy scent of an omega in heat is still affecting him - even if it isn’t exactly the way it’s supposed to - extremely frustrating.

Still, it’s Grayson, and Slade has never passed up the opportunity to fuck with him before. And he does need that intel. So he straightens up and takes stock of the room.

Dick is sitting upright on the bed set against the far wall, legs crossed loosely underneath him, eyes wide as they focus on Slade. The scent of his heat is heavy in the air, pressing thickly against Slade’s skin, but the only evidence of it on Dick is a faint, attractive flush high on his cheeks and the hollow of his throat, a thin sheen of sweat, and pupils that are blown a little larger than usual. A far cry from the mindless, desperate sex toy that sexists and hallmark movies like to make in-heat omegas out to be. Dick could probably still put up a decent fight, even. Maybe Slade will test that out.

By the time Slade has made it across the room, Dick is already on his feet, reacting quicker than any normal person would be able to, heat or no heat. Quick enough that when Slade barrels into him, knocking him back against the wall with a solid shoulder to his chest, Dick manages to get his arm up fast enough to block Slade’s grab for his throat. Quick enough that, despite the harsh exhale of breath as his back hits brick, he isn’t stunned by the blow.

There’s a rush of omega heat smell as Slade presses close, and he knows that Dick must get an answering swell of alpha on his sharp inhale. Yes. There’s a metallic tang of fear that Slade isn’t used to associating with the kid. Not that Slade is really used to associating any scent with Dick - usually he’s covered in enough scent blockers to obliterate any trace of omega on him. Usually, Slade likes that - it’s easy enough to imagine Dick as an alpha when there’s no scent to prove him wrong.

There’s definitely something alpha about the snarl that rips out from between Dick’s teeth. Even Slade’s screwy instincts can’t help but flare at the challenge. He flashes teeth, growling lower than Dick could ever hope to reach. Despite the thread of fear in his scent, Dick doesn’t bare his throat in classic omega submission, just peels his lips back in another snarl, ducking his chin against his own wrist where he’s still warding off Slade’s grip.

Then, in a move that probably only Dick, and his almost supernatural flexibility, could achieve, he twists out of Slade’s grip and throws himself over the bed, rolling gracefully until he’s crouching on the other side, out of Slade’s reach.

“Slade.” His voice is surprisingly calm, no trace of that bitter tang of fear, or the stronger, heavier press of heat. “What are you doing here?”

Slade smirks. Lets his eyes trail over the curve of Dick’s bare shoulder where his sleep shirt has slipped down his arm. Dick glares, but doesn’t bother covering the skin there. “Just wanted to drop by.” He drops his eyes to the bed. Takes a deep, performative breath until he can almost taste Dick. It doesn’t particularly do anything for him, but he enjoys the way the vigilante stiffens, eyes narrowing. “But I can see you’re tied up.”

That sends suspicious confusion skittering across Dick’s face. The corner of his lip twitches again in the start of a snarl. “Get out of-“

Slade lunges before Dick can get the rest of the sentence out. It’s a long lunge and Dick makes a startled sound, clearly not expecting Slade to clear the space so quickly. One hand closes around the soft cloth of Dick’s shirt, even as the omega jerks back, yanking him forward and Dick crashes against the edge of the bed with a grunt. His hand comes up, pressing at Slade’s wrist in a move that might have broken his grip if he wasn’t wearing his gauntlet. At the same time, Slade brings his free hand round to cup the back of Dick’s neck and squeeze.

It doesn’t drop Dick the way it would most omegas. There’s a hard shudder as he fights against his instincts, but he doesn’t go limp. Of course he doesn’t. Being half-paralysed whenever an enemy gets a good grip on his neck is a weakness the Bat would never allow.

Still, it gives Slade the opportunity to twist his wrist out of Dick’s grip and catch the omega’s own instead. Gives him the opportunity to heave him onto the bed. Dick recovers his wits before Slade can properly pin him, but he manages to press him back into the pillows, even as Dick twists beneath him. One of Dick’s feet comes up to plant itself against his chest and kick, but Slade throws his weight over him, trapping his leg back against the bed. Dick bucks, a little desperately, and Slade rolls his hips down, because he can, even though the weight of his armour means he can’t feel Dick against him.

A sharp sound - not quite a whine but not quite a snarl either - bursts out of Dick’s throat. It’s accompanied by a plume of scent: bitter anger, the sour milk stink of fear, and beneath that, the sweet caramel of his heat. Slade grins and pumps his own burst of scent, watching as Dick goes still and stiff, throat working as it washes over him.

Slade takes the opportunity to reach back and free his cuffs from his belt. Snaps one end of them roughly over the wrist he still has clenched in his hand. Dick jerks.

“Slade-“

It chokes off when Slade closes his free hand around Dick’s throat. Forces his chin up and drags him higher up the bed so that he can thread the chain of the cuffs through the headboard. Dick thrashes and Slade tightens his fingers hard enough to cut off any air. Settles more heavily across Dick’s thighs. Feels the flex of his throat as he swallows thickly against the press of his palm.

It’s easier than Slade expects to close the other end of the cuffs over Dick’s free wrist. All it takes is one savage blow to his face to have Dick going limp under him and then the omega is bound tightly to the headboard, legs trapped beneath Slade’s weight. Perhaps it’s unfair to expect him to have escaped - he is in heat after all, and the heavy musk of Slade’s scent must be wreaking havoc with his head.

“Why are you doing this?” The words are accompanied by a growl that Slade can feel reverberating through his chest. Dick bucks, trying to dislodge Slade’s weight, but the mercenary just shifts more comfortably over him.“You don’t even like omegas. You’re not actually going to-“

Only he doesn’t get to say what Slade’s not going to do. Because the mercenary twists his fingers into Dick’s thick hair, using the grip to yank his head back and expose the long, pale column of his throat. The words cut off as the omega grinds his teeth against the strain.

“You don’t know shit about what I’m going to do, kid.”

It’s true though. Slade isn’t interested in omegas - that’s one rumour about him that’s actually true - and he isn’t interested in fucking Dick through his heat. But he is interested in the way the omega fights against his cuffs. The way his whole body goes tight as a bow-string as Slade leans in and presses his nose teasingly to the scent gland beneath his jaw, licking a stripe up behind his ear - even if the taste isn’t particularly arousing. He’s interested in the way the muscles of Dick’s stomach tighten as he trails his fingers over smooth skin and edges them beneath the loose waistband of his sweatpants.

When Slade finally dips his hand inside, pressing thick fingers over slick-damp boxers and the soft lump of Dick’s cock, Dick jerks as if he’s been electrocuted and lets out a high, strangled whine that makes the mercenary’s skin prickle. Slade growls low in his throat. Presses the heel of his hand more firmly over Dick. Grazes teeth over the sensitive skin of his neck.

The almost-alpha snarl Dick lets out stirs something warm in Slade’s stomach.

“Slade, don’t-“

The door opens.

Slade still has his head buried in Dick’s neck, but he hears the whoosh as it opens, then a soft thump and a sharp intake of breath. The air shifts and Slade throws himself sideways just in time to avoid the flying kick from the suddenly enraged alpha in the room.

“What the fuck is going on?”

When Slade rolls back to his feet and glances back at the bed he comes face-to-face with Jason Todd, crouched protectively over Dick, face red with anger. There’s the sudden stink of furious, protective alpha so strong that it makes Slade shudder. Rockets his heart against his chest, and not in the way it should. Because it definitely shouldn’t be shooting heat straight to his dick.

Well, Slade had made peace with his instincts a long time ago. And he knows himself well enough to know that where he hadn’t been entirely interested in Dick, he’s definitely interested in his brother.

Because Jason is a classic alpha. All strong, hard lines, no hint of the softness that even Dick can’t quite train out of his body. A warm, musky smell, spicy rather than sweet. Not to mention the plume of scent that Jason’s sending his way: angry, possessive, pack protecting pack. Designed to send most alphas scurrying away with their tails between their legs, or at least force a challenge. Most alphas would find the scent repellent - a horrible comedown after the sweet temptation of Dick’s heat smell - but Slade isn’t most alphas, and this is riling him up in an entirely different way.

“I swear to God Dick, if this is some fucked up joke the two of you are playing...”

Dick makes a strange sound, jerking his arms as if he wants to reach for Jason. “No, Jay - I don’t -“

Slade slams Jason off the bed before Dick can finish his sentence.

Jason puts up a better fight than Dick did. That isn’t usually the case, Slade suspects, because there’s something unrefined about the alpha that’s usually polished in Dick, and there aren’t many people - save himself and the Bat - who really can beat Nightwing. But the omega had been heat-addled during their bout, so Jason has the upper-hand in that particular battle. Not in this one though. Not against Slade.

The alpha isn’t a bad fighter, but he’s wearing civilian clothes rather than armour, so every blow Slade lands hits like a sledgehammer. The kid holds up surprisingly well, considering, but Slade definitely hears a rib crack when he gets a good hit in against his chest after a wild strike leaves it undefended. Gets a low grunt of pain when he catches that toned stomach with a knee. Has the kid stumbling with a well-timed blow to his ear. There are no weapons besides their fists and their training. The kid is clearly taken by surprise and Slade doesn’t see the need to draw his - not when he can win this so easily without any. Jason has some impressive tricks, but that can’t make up for Slade’s armour, his meta abilities, his years of training. And Slade can tell Jason is distracted by Dick, by his own anger and his desire to protect his brother when he’s so vulnerable. It’s cute, and it sends shivery heat down Slade’s spine every time Jason gets himself between Slade and the bed. It’s a delightfully alpha thing to do.

Eventually though, Slade gets bored of toying with him. A savage blow to his jaw and a sweep of Slade’s leg sends Jason to the floor. Then Slade is on top of him, gripping one of his wrists and forcing the arm into a painful pin behind his back. Pressing his knee into the soft calf muscle of his leg, sweeping his other knee into the inside of Jason’s thigh and forcing it wide. Gripping a handful of that curly hair with his free hand.

Jason lets out a truly impressive growl, almost as low as Slade’s, and pulls against his hold. It’s a beautiful show. The rumble of it vibrates all the way through Slade’s chest where he’s blanketed over the alpha’s back, even through his armour. Curls liquid heat in Slade’s gut. Maybe other alpha’s would be intimidated, but Slade just presses closer and lets out the moan that’s been building in his throat in response. Beneath him, Jason goes stiff. On the bed, Dick offers his own growl - impressive in its own way, for an omega.

“What the fuck are you doing Slade? Get the hell off of me and then fuck off out of here.”

Slade just hums, using his grip to tilt Jason’s head back until the expanse of his neck is bared by the strain. They’re pressed so close that Slade can hear the wet movement of his throat as he swallows.

“Whatever the fuck you want with Dick-“

“I was just going to tease Grayson a little.” Slade presses his nose against the soft join between the younger alpha’s neck and shoulder, keeping his grip firm enough that when Jason snaps his teeth, they aren’t in any danger of actually reaching him. “But then you came along and made everything so much more interesting. You must have heard the rumours after all.” He follows that up with a sharp nip at the alpha’s throat.

That gets him a flurry of desperate movement as Jason bucks against his hold, straining against the grip on his arm, kicking out with the leg that isn’t pinned down, even though it’s pressed too wide to do any damage. Slade just rides the movement. Then he jerks Jason forward with a sharp thrust of his hips, forcing his face against the carpet and holding him there as he licks a delicious stripe up the back of his neck.

Even when he presses teeth to the delicate scent gland beneath Jason’s jaw, there’s no fear in the boy’s scent, just the sharp spice of furious alpha. Up on the bed, Dick is pumping out enough fear for the both of them, tugging against his cuffs hard enough that Slade can taste blood in the air.

That lances more heat straight through Slade and he presses his teeth in deep until rich, coppery blood bursts over his tongue. The alpha underneath him lets out a high, strangled sound, caught between a snarl and a whine, and Slade can feel the hard shudder before Jason falls still, trembling. Even Bruce’s training can’t quite override the instinct to surrender to a victorious bite.

Pleased with the surrender, Slade laps soothingly at the wound, little frissures of pleasure sparking with each cut-off whimper and twitch of pain. Presses his hips hard against the swell of Jason’s ass even though he won’t be able to feel Slade’s growing hardness beneath the weight of his armour. Jason snarls obligingly anyway.

“Slade!” It’s Dick, sounding desperate, a submissive omega whine to his voice that Slade could never have imagined him making if he wasn’t hearing it now. “You’ve had your fun. You don’t need to do this.”

“I don’t need to do anything Dickie,” Slade reminds him. But he pulls back, shifting his grip from Jason’s hair to his neck, so that he can drag him with him, pressing him back against his chest, fingers tight enough against his throat to make Jason’s breath stutter, trapping his arm between his own back and Slade’s armour.

“Are you going to be good for me, kid?”

He suspects that would draw another snarl, but Jason can only choke beneath the insistent press of the mercenary’s fingers. He struggles gamely, knocking his shoulders back with enough force that it must hurt, straining against the hold and the lack of air. Slade doesn’t let up, only mouths sloppily at the skin not covered by his own hand. Finally the young alpha goes limp. Only his jaw moves, working as he struggles to draw in air.

“Good boy,” Slade murmurs as he peels his fingers away, letting Jason slump forward a little, gasping in a desperate lungful of air, no doubt thick with Slade’s own musky arousal. Another delightful shudder wracks through Jason. The hand that Slade had pressed against his throat shifts to his waist. Grips the hem of the t-shirt he’s wearing and drags it up his stomach and over his head before he can protest. When Slade shoves him forward so that he can drag his arms behind him and tie them together with his own shirt, Jason does fight, but by then it’s too late to do much more than writhe uselessly with a growl.

After that, it’s easy to clamp a hand over the back of Jason’s neck and drag him over to the bed. As they approach, Dick watches warily, eyes wide and dark in his face. When Slade heaves Jason up onto the bed, skilfully avoiding a wild kick from the alpha as he does so, Dick curls his own legs up, as if he might kick at him too. But Jason is an effective meat-shield between them and Slade forces the alpha down, trapping Dick’s legs against his chest. A bloom of heat-scent washes over them as Dick’s legs are forced up and the omega makes a tight, protesting sound that’s echoed by Jason as Slade forces his head against his brother’s neck.

“This isn’t funny Slade,” Jason snarls, voice muffled where his face is pressed against Dick. “Stop messing around and let us go.”

“You think I’m messing around?” Slade lets his voice drop dangerously, cool as ice. Maybe his banter with Dick has given the Bats the wrong impression. He’s as dangerous as any other criminal. They shouldn’t forget that. And he’s going to prove it to them.

He takes a moment to rearrange Jason. Uses one hand to grip his hip as he presses his head down with the other. Kicks his legs wide until they’re resting either side of Dick, ignoring the way Jason tries to twist out of his grip. The omega takes the opportunity to slide his own legs back down as the pressure lessens, shooting Slade a hateful glare when the mercenary presses his knees between them too and settles himself between them.

“Don’t do this Slade.” And even as he glares he tilts his chin up, although whether it’s an attempt to comfort Jason or to appease Slade, he can’t tell. “You’re a mercenary not a rapist.”

For a moment Slade considers that as he eyes the curve of Dick’s neck. It isn’t entirely true. Sure, Slade doesn’t make a habit out of this sort of thing, but Slade is a man who gets what he wants, when he wants it. And there aren’t many people who can say no to him. This hadn’t been his intention when he had slipped through Dick’s window, but now he’s here, he can’t say he minds the direction this night has taken. He isn’t the sort to deny himself his pleasure for the sake of morals.

So he leans forward, crushing Jason between them and driving the breath from both of them, before clamping his teeth against the smooth, unmarred skin of Dick’s neck in a hard bite. It’s not deep enough to be a claim, but it is deep enough to make Dick go still and silent. For Dick to let out a gasp that isn’t entirely pain. For the sudden smell of slick that slides out from underneath them.

Jason snarls furiously with the little breath he has left, but he doesn’t flash any teeth - not when his mouth is pressed against his brother rather than pointed at Slade. His nose is digging in at the curve of Dick’s jaw, right at the source of that rich heat scent, but there’s no answering swell of arousal from Jason that Slade can detect. Only the first little flash of fear. Maybe his instincts are skewed by the alpha at his back. Or maybe the pack-brother bond is strong despite their lack of blood-relation. Most likely Jason wasn’t here to fuck Dick through his heat then.

It doesn’t particularly matter to Slade. He doesn’t need Jason aroused for this.

“I think you should stop assuming you know anything about me, kid.” As he says it, he clicks open the clasp of his gauntlet with his teeth, so he can feel Jason’s bare skin as he smooths a hand down his back. The young alpha is so tense that he’s trembling. Every muscle clenching as Slade slides his palm over them. When he reaches Jason’s bound arms and slides his hand around, he can feel the muscles of that taut stomach twitch. The soft cotton of Dick’s sleep shirt brushes his knuckles as he presses between them.

There’s a sharp intake of breath. Then Dick lets out a shaky omega croon, reacting to the burst of bitter fear in Jason’s scent. His pupils are blown wide by the bite and the heavy press of Slade’s arousal.

“Shut the fuck up, Dick,” Jason snaps. Then, when Slade pops open the button of his jeans and drags them, and his boxers, down his thighs: “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Not that there’s much he can do about it. Slade presses his hips down against bare flesh as Jason bucks and gets a delightful shiver in return. He fumbles at his waist, frees his own cock with deft movements. Groans at the sensation of cool air against heated flesh. That gets another hard shudder as the room floods with his smell and the tip presses against the soft crease of Jason’s thigh.

“Don’t,” Jason tries, again. Not so angry now - small, desperate. Slade grins against the back of his neck. Shifts his hips to drag his cock across Jason’s skin. It slides easily enough, slick with pre-cum, blood-hot and throbbing. Slade hasn’t been this hard in a long time and he knows with a distant sort of irritation that part of it is due to the syrupy heat scent he can’t help but inhale this close to Dick.

It doesn’t matter - Dick’s not the one he’s fucking. But he swipes his nose across the scent gland at Dick’s collarbone anyway and feels heat surge through his veins in response. The omega is perfectly still beneath him, still obedient from the bite, but the tight line of his throat suggests that soon won’t be the case.

Not that there’s much he can do anyway.

Slade turns his attention back to Jason, pressing his nose beneath the young alpha’s jaw. He gets a burst of spice and metal for his trouble, and that has his cock twitching where it still rests against Jason’s thigh. He presses his tongue flat against the gland and savours the sharp taste of it, and the little whimper Jason can’t quite keep between his teeth. Teases the soft skin with a prick of teeth.

Jason’s eyes are shut tight, his body one hard line against Dick’s. No point putting this off any longer. Slade’s aching so badly it hurts.

He presses his teeth in until he tastes blood again and Jason softens beneath him. It’s not quite surrender but Slade doesn’t care - he’s wound too tight from Jason’s skin against him, his blood on his tongue, the heavy press of his scent in the room.

Slade pulls himself up a little, settling more easily on his knees. One hand goes to the back of Jason’s neck, holding him firmly against Dick. The other tugs his hips up to meet Slade. For a suspended moment Slade just holds him there, against the hard, hot promise of his cock, and Jason lets him, strangely slack beneath his hands.

That changes when Slade shifts, cock sliding through the cleft of the young alpha’s ass, catching against his rim with a delightful burst of sensation. Jason immediately goes tense.

“No.” It’s a strangled, airless little thing, but no less desperate for it. “No, no, Slade-“

Slade just leans down and nips at Jason’s jaw, pulling a little growl from his chest that has Jason shuddering underneath him. At this angle, Slade can’t really see his face, but he catches Dick’s eyes, wide and dark. There’s a filmy, shiny quality to them - the promise of tears.

“Sl’de,” the omega is almost slurring. The thick arousal in the air and the bite must be affecting him worse than Slade had expected. “Don’t do this. God - don’t. Please.”

Slade ignores them both. Presses his cock into the furled muscle of Jason’s entrance and pushes in without any more preamble.

At first there’s resistance. Jason is tight and dry and tense, with no omega slick to ease the way, and Slade, as vain as it sounds to say it himself, is bigger than the average alpha. The only concession Jason is getting are the wet beads of pre-cum welling at the tip of his cock. It’s not enough. But Jason can take it. He’s going to have to take it.

He presses harder and something gives, then Slade is sinking into soft, dry heat, so tight that it hurts - and Slade can’t deny he likes that too.

Jason cries out, sharp and pained. Tries to strangle the sound, clenching his teeth so hard that Slade can hear his jaw creak, but it still hisses from between his lips. Beneath him, Dick sobs, surprisingly loud, even with the sound Jason had made. The fledgling tears burst into life. Slade smells salt as they slide over Dick’s cheeks - salt and blood and fear.

He groans, so low in his throat it’s almost a growl, as he sheathes himself inside Jason. Dick echoes it with another croon, tight and shaky with anger, and he scrubs his cheek against the young alpha’s face, smearing tears across his skin, trying to press his own scent against him.

Jason’s head jerks, as if he isn’t sure whether to pull away or bury himself closer to the offered comfort. A choked whine slips out. When Slade pulls out, his breath catches in a gasp that mutates into a sound too strangled to be a proper scream as he forces his way back in again.

It’s perfect: the tight, wet heat of Jason sheathed around his cock, blood slicking the way as Slade picks up speed. The horror on Dick’s face as each thrust rocks Jason down against him. The way he alternates between snarling up at Slade and pressing desperate, kittenish licks and kisses to any part of Jason he can reach. The way Jason has gone still and silent underneath Slade, biting his lip against any more of those wounded noises so hard that Slade can smell another bloom of blood.

Maybe it’s the scent of heat in the air. Or the blood. Or the metallic smell of both their fear. But Slade feels wild, almost out of control, as if he might slip into a rut at any moment. It lends an almost frantic strength to his thrusts. Every sharp snap of his hips drives the breath from the two bodies underneath him. The whole bed shakes, shunting across the floor with the power of his movements. The primal, animalistic part of Slade is crowing at such an obvious show of strength. Purring at the thought of the two warm bodies under him, totally under his control, utterly dominated.

“Fuck,” he manages. Shifts his grip at Jason’s neck to press his thumb hard into the swollen scent gland behind the kid’s ear. Jason groans at the pressure, although it’s difficult to tell whether the sound is pleasure or pain. “God, you’re tight. So fucking good for me.”

Jason makes a small, protesting sound but it’s drowned out by the snarl that tears free from Dick’s throat. The worst of the bite must have passed now. Slade doesn’t mind, he gets a little thrill from the pure hatred burning in Dick’s blue eyes.

“Fuck you,” Dick snarls, low and throaty and wet with tears. “I’m going to fucking kill you Slade.”

Slade just smirks. “No you aren’t, sweetheart. You’re going to lie there and look pretty and know that this is all your fault. If it weren’t for your heat, you wouldn’t be in this situation and you know it.”

The glare that Dick fixes on him has electricity shooting straight to Slade’s cock. He can’t help a fluttering little moan, curling over Jason’s broad back as heat pools in his gut. The sudden rush of pleasure takes him a little by surprise. Normally it takes far longer to get to this point - the promise of his orgasm warm under his skin. He can feel his knot start to swell at the base of his cock, stretching Jason further with every thrust.

Jason must feel it too. He gasps, trembles, lets out a frightened little whimper that Slade has only heard from alphas who know they’re about to die before.

“No,” he gasps. The word is small and weak. Broken. But Jason struggles with renewed energy. Slade just holds him more firmly, pressing his thumb so hard into his gland that anyone else would likely be paralysed. “No, Slade - God - don’t - I can’t. I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” Slade snarls. “You can take it. You can take my knot.”

Normally, Slade wouldn’t knot an alpha. Even alphas who come to his bed willingly can become violent if their instincts flare and it’s never a good idea to be tied and vulnerable. And Slade doesn’t actually have much experience with alphas who don’t want to be on his knot, but tying himself to someone who actively wants to kill him can never be a good idea.

Except...the scent of Dick’s heat is affecting Slade. The overwhelming smell of slick and fear that Dick’s been pumping out from the beginning is calling to something primal that Slade usually barely registers as existing. Telling him to knot and breed and claim. Slade doesn’t think he could stop this knot if he tried.

“Knot?” Dick, small and strangled and desperate. “No, Slade. He’s an alpha. Please, he’s an alpha, you’ll kill him. You can’t…”

Slade snaps his teeth, pulling a growl that sounds demonic even to him. “I can.”

It’s getting more difficult to pull out with every thrust as Slade’s knot swells. Jason’s body is a vice around him, so tight that it does feel as if Slade will tear him in two at any second. He’s fighting in genuine panic now, thrashing against Slade’s grip, whimpering on every breath. Dick seems just as frantic, snarling like a dog, angry tears still streaming down his cheeks.

“Take it,” Slade growls. He drags his thumb down to press over the ragged bite wound that’s left of the scent gland beneath Jason’s jaw instead. Trying to get him to relax just enough to let Slade in. It doesn’t matter to Slade if he tears apart, but the kid is so tight that Slade isn’t sure if he’ll even get in. “Take it, you-“

Dick lunges, pulling hard against his cuffs with a metallic bang. Pain spears through Slade’s hand as sharp teeth close around the thumb against Jason’s neck and tear.

Slade roars. Lets go of Jason’s hip to close his free hand around Dick’s throat and slam him back into the bed. There’s blood on Dick’s teeth as he bares them in fury, choking on nothing as Slade’s grip tightens hard enough to cut off his air. Jason jerks, trying to use the distraction to pull away from Slade, but the pain isn’t enough to stop him twisting his fingers into Jason’s thick curls and yanking his head up. From this angle, Jason must be able to see Dick’s face and Dick his in turn. It gives Slade a little thrill to imagine the pain and horror the omega must see there.

The pain and the thrill are enough to send Slade over the edge. He slams into Jason one final time, grinding himself so deep that he imagines Jason can feel the bulge of his cock in his stomach. Groaning low and guttural in his throat. The urge to bite is like a siren’s call and Slade does nothing to resist it. Clamps his jaws over the already ragged skin of Jason’s neck, deep enough to know that this will scar. That his mark will be on Jason for the rest of his life.

Something tears, hot blood rushing over Slade’s cock in a sick imitation of an omega’s slick. Jason screams a piercing, jagged sound of agony that has Slade’s cock throbbing as his knot locks in place and the first gush of come spurts deep into the younger alpha.

Slade stays like that for a long time, holding Jason tight against him with one hand, keeping Dick pinned to the bed with the other. He doesn’t unlock his jaws until he’s sure that Dick is in danger of passing out if he doesn’t get air soon, savouring the thick blood on his tongue, the way Jason has gone utterly boneless despite the pain. Then he pulls back a little, freeing Jason’s flesh from the mercy of his bite, relinquishing his grip on Dick’s neck to a loose hold rather than a choke.

Dick gasps, dragging in a wet, ragged breath before letting it out in a sob. Slade lets his fingers rub idly over Dick’s glands, swollen and sensitive from his heat. The omega twitches under the attention, letting out another shaky sob before Slade slides his hand up to Dick’s curls, pushing them away from his sweat-soaked forehead.

“See,” Slade murmurs, his voice almost a purr. The throb of his orgasm sends languid waves of pleasure through his body with every spurt of his seed into Jason and it makes him a little indulgent. “You can be good. Can’t you sweetheart?”

Dick turns his face away from Slade’s hand, his expression tense. He tries to press himself against the bleeding wound of Jason’s neck, but Slade uses his grip on Dick’s hair to drag him back, holding him still whilst Slade presses their mouths together in a hard kiss. Dick could bite, but he won’t. Not whilst Slade is tied to his brother. Not knowing the damage he could do.

The kiss is salty with the tears streaming across Dick’s face. Wet and sloppy. Dick lies perfectly still underneath him, not resisting but not returning the kiss. That’s fine by Slade. He’s had his fun anyway.

Still, when they break apart, Slade uses his grip to turn Jason’s head towards him too. For a moment, he isn’t actually sure if the kid is conscious. His face is slack and so pale it’s almost white. But his eyelids flutter and when Slade licks into his mouth, he lets out a whimper that Slade might expect from a kicked dog.

“There,” Slade murmurs. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? You took me like a good little whore, didn’t you?”

Jason doesn’t reply. Most likely, he’s disappeared into that pretty little head of his, overwhelmed by the pain and the shock of everything. Slade doesn’t care about that particularly, either. Like he said, he’s had his fun.

Dick does react, letting loose a weak little growl. Slade just pets through his curls. He doesn’t stop him when Dick turns his head away from Slade’s heavy gaze again. This time, the omega noses up under his brother’s jaw without Slade’s interference.

“It’s OK Jason,” he murmurs, as if he expects Slade not to hear. He presses a soft kiss to the curve of Jason’s jaw, his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth. “It’ll be OK. He’ll be gone soon. We’ll be just fine.”

When Jason doesn’t react to Dick either, the omega lets out a distressed whine. Slade chuckles. Feels Dick stiffen at the sound.

“That’s sweet kid.” Another wave of orgasm swells and crashes and Slade gives a contented moan. That’s the last one though, Slade thinks. He can feel his knot starting to soften. Dick’s face tenses with disgust. Funny, Slade hadn’t thought it was possible for the kid to look more constipated.

“Well that was fun.”

He gives Dick’s curls one last friendly stroke. Rubs his cheek over Jason’s in a final scenting, enjoying the idea of leaving his mark on the kid, before he pulls away. His knot is still big enough to resist as Slade tugs it free and it hurts a little, but Slade is done with this now. He’s never been one to soak in the afterglow. It must hurt Jason too, because he twitches and whimpers and Dick croons in a shaky attempt to soothe him.

“I’ll take what I came for,” Slade says, casually, as he tucks himself back into his armour. There’s blood still streaked across his cock, but Slade’s never minded getting his armour a little bloody.

Dick glares as Slade saunters across the room, sliding open one of the desk drawers and retrieving the little flash drive taped up underneath it with nimble fingers. Bats - so predictable.

“I’ll be taking this. Enjoy the rest of your heat, Grayson.”

Dick’s voice is small and shaky when he asks: “Aren’t you going to untie us?”

“You’re Bats aren’t you?” Slade asks, one leg already out of the window. The fresh air outside is doing wonders to clear his head. He hadn’t realised quite how thick the scent in the room had gotten. “You’ll be fine.”

Dick’s growl follows him out.