#and then she tried to form this big plan to get it to me discreetly

[poorunforsakensoul]

honestly,, considering it character development when my church leader counselor ex-gay conversion therapy mentor lady can call me and I don’t have a massive breakdown despite it being the most ostracized and hurt I’ve ever felt after a conversation with her

[anthonsgi]

★’･ﾟ:｡･:*:First kiss with HSR characters PT.1:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

【Note: Hello! I haven't written anything in a while, but I recently got a surge of motivation, so why not take advantage of that? :) There will be a few parts because I want to write for many characters and the process of writing each one is really long for me so I prefer to spread them out a bit, so if the character you would like to read about isn't here, keep an eye out for future parts, perhaps I will include them there! As per usual, English isn't my first language and I'm learning as I go, please be patient with me. Requests are open! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧】

【Pairings: Kafka, Argenti, Blade x GN!Reader】

【CW: I may have added some angst here and there, but I couldn't resist (I tried to end it with a good, slightly bittersweet conclusion each time though)! I wanted to make the characters' traits as similar to the game's as possible, but a few things may still be out of character, sorry in advance!】

a lil note: this is literally just all of these characters being absolutely SMITTEN for you and them fawning over you, but every day is a good day to get praised left and right, no?

☆〜KAFKA〜☆

It shouldn't be much of a surprise that you fell in love with this young and exceptionally charming woman. As a Stellaron Hunter, she ensures that Elio's predicted plans are carried out. That being said, you were a completely unpredicted element in a series of missions; there was never a mention of you ever being included in situations that you always found yourself stuck in. Kafka always saw it as "the usual result of the unforeseen nature of destiny," as she liked to explain to you.

After a while of simple acquaintance, she has grown more fond of you than she has of anyone. Not only were you beautiful in her eyes, which was a big thing for a connoisseur of beauty such as herself, but she felt at ease with you. She may be a sly, unbothered criminal whose prize for capturing her is enough to provide many good-lived lives for a bunch of Vidyadharas, but she actually really appreciates the times when she doesn't feel like she's being chased by people or by time itself.

Being with you was as enjoyable as studying the waves—a peaceful activity, a thought-provoking process. She desired to look at the horizon and discover more than meets the eye, however, it was quite impossible. The job of a Stellaron Hunter is challenging not only because of the relentless pursuit of destiny and the never-ending dangers but also because it entails never staying in one place for too long, never forming more meaningful connections, and never attaching yourself to finite, frail matters. Even though she knew she was more unlikely to run into the same individual twice as a Devil Hunter than she was now, her options were usually limited.

Kafka isn't one to fully hide her true feelings; she spoke very highly of you, your way of being and thinking, your appearance, and your tendency to be the miracle of one's destiny (*cough* talking about herself there). She has developed a habit of complimenting you just to see you squirm away from her gaze and bite your lower lip to try and stop a smile from forming. These occurrences weren't rare; they always followed the same pattern: she said something = you discreetly reacted = she noticed and couldn't stop noticing.

A kiss from her would be more of an indication of her love than a reveal, showing rather than declaring it. It may have happened during one of your late-night chats where you slowly opened up to one another, or it could have happened in the early morning after she invited herself into your home after you had just woken up and weren't sure if you were still asleep. In any case, without having said much, she leaned in, rested her hand on your cheek, and left a tender and delicate kiss on your lips. It didn't last long, but it meant more than a decade of stolen glances and conversations with hidden meanings.

It didn't feel like a goodbye kiss, it never did, but it was clear it was some form of leaving you wanting more, leaving you yearning for her to come back and see you again, and leaving you wondering how long it would be before she does it once more.

☆〜ARGETNTI〜☆

Knight of Beauty, a follower of the fallen Aeon Idrila. He's constantly on the journey to honor the principles of beauty itself, spreading the grace of his Goddess all over the universe. Discovering numerous forms of beauty in the ordinary and in the extraordinary. When he first laid his eyes on you, it was as if time began to bend around you, a black hole in which the concept of time didn't seem to exist, trapping anyone and everyone residing in its proximity.

Recognizing refinement in people was second nature to him, admiring their souls that mirrored their personalities and beliefs. He wished nothing more than to convey compassion to those who possessed honorable qualities, pure hearts, and desirable traits. Your beauty shone with such radiance that it put the stars to shame; your existence was an excellent reminder of Idrila's presence in the universe.

To Argenti, love is a miraculous feeling that is a joy to experience; it reflects a person's deepest desires and is an act of care so poetic that it almost brings a tear to the eye. In a way, having never experienced it before and having no opportunity to try due to his commitment to traversing in solitude, he decided it wasn't he who was supposed to feel it and that he was merely destined to admire the beauty of it from afar.

Meeting you meant the world to him; you made him feel love for another person for the first time—the all-consuming love from every classical novel he had read. The purest form of it is tragic love, one that breaks down the foundations that hold one's life in perfect balance. He spent several days and nights with you, staying in one location longer than he ever did since becoming a knight—the place where he started to ponder his destiny and his vocation.

He made every effort to push these thoughts away, thinking such things felt like a violation of the universal code of chivalry he upholds, yet when he gazed at your gentle smile as he held your hand, it was a tougher battle than that of a wax candle facing the sun. He was melting into a pitiful puddle as your very being formed him again, never to be the same as before.

One beautiful night, when the birds had gone to sleep, no expectations were laid forth, and no secrets were to be unveiled, Argenti took you by both hands, kissing each knuckle as if they would break if he put pressure on them. He spoke of you as if you were the one he had devoted his life to worshiping, his lips singing silent praises; perhaps it was a prayer, perhaps an apology. His eyes met yours, a nonverbal plea, and you leaned in, connecting your mouths in a passionate kiss, electricity coursing between each soft teeth clashing.

What an outstanding farewell kiss that was. The thought alone made you gulp down the lump growing in your throat. Argenti has to leave, or rather, ought to leave; otherwise, he's afraid he may decide to stay. He's certain your paths will cross one day; it's just the way of the world. Either way, he always finds himself drifting towards beauty. Behind him, he will leave a timeless tale of a wounded and repaired heart, as well as a dose of fate that makes no mistakes.

☆〜BLADE〜☆

The undying man who became a blade, a shell of a person, a mara-stricken monster with no hope for craved demise. His story is one of endless agony and misery. In this everlasting life, Blade's abilities are used in matters including bloodshed, spreading the pain he felt himself, and only then would he feel himself disappear, even for a moment. As bitter as that was, it was reality, his burden to bear. Blade didn't have "companionships" and never needed attachments. The closest he had to an acquaintance was Kafka, whose voice managed to calm the monsters who grew inside him relentlessly, and possibly Silver Wolf. However, he didn't understand her, nor did he wish to.

How you were able to capture his wounded heart remains a forever-unsolved mystery. He, of course, didn't decide one day that the way you laughed made him feel emotions so intense that he wondered if what he was feeling was some form of suffering he'd never experienced previously or that his intensified urge to protect you wasn't just due to the fact he was always nearby when danger struck, but because he genuinely cared. It was a lengthy process imbued with a myriad of understatements and denial. An "I love you" leaving his lips was as bizarre as the prospect of hell freezing over... yet when it did happen, you only wished to hear it again.

He frequently wonders why he finds himself faintly grinning primarily in your presence alone (and obviously during combat). When you resided in his vicinity, everyone could feel a shift in the atmosphere surrounding him, as well as a change in his usual behavior. It was almost comical to observe, especially to his fellow Stellaron Hunters, who never missed an opportunity to tease him. Nonetheless, love expressed by a presumably loveless man is as fascinating as it is arduous. Your existence was curative, helping him to rediscover parts of humanity he thought he had lost, yet healing is a part of him he has come to loathe with every fiber of his being. At one point, he distanced himself, as if limiting your healing influence on him was the sole thing that he could control about his 'condition'.

That didn't last long, and he scurried back to you like a moth to a flame. Blade didn't grasp the concept of physical touch as a kind of comfort; it never failed to remind him of how many times he had been hurt. You, once again, were the exception. Gentle arm touches, random lacing of fingers, your scent, and that insufferable (not really) look in your eyes whenever you stared at him drew him in. As much as he despised life, he did not detest the idea of living simply to be with you; that paradise that always seemed to be out of his reach, a mere push away, appeared to be standing right in front of him.

A minor brush of your body against his made you excited, but a kiss? It's overwhelming to even imagine. You'd have to initiate it, subtly steering the conversation to a topic where it wouldn't be too odd to inquire about moving to the next step in your relationship, acting as lovers. If Blade didn't wear a stoic expression on his face more than half the time, you could tell by his nervous swallowing that he would be at least blushing a little. He wasn't an adolescent, and he didn't think of a kiss as the grandest gesture of intimacy; nevertheless, that didn't free him of hesitations. Being vulnerable and helpless in the hands of another, all of his shortcomings could be easily revealed.

Kissing Blade had to come naturally when you were alone and indulging in small talk; there was no need for a perfectly timed gust of wind or a captivating blanket of stars above, just two imperfect people pouring all of their desires, yearning, and passion into a single imperfect kiss. Your lips met, linking your souls and creating a sensible spark deep within. There was no distance between you, and you were both entirely defenseless against the other's will. After you moved away, it was as if a thousand sentences were pulled from your mouths, yet no one spoke a word. With swollen lips, you were unable to resist a grin while Blade leaned in for another kiss.

lil ending note: hope you enjoyed! also, I have to mention that I know that both Kafka and Blade are Stellaron Hunters so the main problem portrayed in Kafka's part (the never being in one place too long) could potentially be brought up In Blade's part as well, but I decided that would be pretty repetitive so I wrote about Blade's history instead :D

[delulu-hours]

Together {5}

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Latina!reader

Summary: You had a big surprise for him. So when you and Derek go and visit his mother for her birthday, you figured it would be the best way to tell them. To tell his family; however, things don't go as planned when Derek gets arrested. Memories flood the both of you as you figured out how to fight this nightmare together

Warning: Mention of sexual assault and abuse

{1} {4}

It had been a little over a month since six weeks had passed, and you were now halfway through your pregnancy. You found yourself sitting comfortably on the couch, eagerly awaiting your boyfriend's return. Engrossed in a book, a sudden thud from outside startled you, causing your eyes to dart towards the door. Voices from the outside caught your attention, prompting you to rise to your feet. Carefully peering through the blinds, you realized it was just your friendly neighbors from across the street, instantly putting your mind at ease. As you rubbed your small baby bump, a sigh of relief escaped your lips. Even though the situation in Chicago had been resolved, you couldn't help but notice how Derek had picked up on your occasional restlessness and uneasiness. He never pressed you to talk about it, but instead, he always found ways to comfort you and make you feel safe in his presence. Glancing at the time, you couldn't help but feel a slight frown forming on your face, wondering when Derek would be back home. Your eyes drifted over to the book resting on the couch, tempting you to continue reading, but with the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears, you knew it would be difficult to concentrate. So, you decided to walk over to the kitchen island and grabbed a stack of envelopes from the counter. As you sifted through, you immediately set aside the ones addressed to Derek, quickly browsing through the rest for any bills. However, one particular piece of mail caught your attention. It felt slightly heavier in your hands, and as you searched for a return address, you furrowed your brows when you realized there wasn't one. Your stomach churned with unease, deepening the frown on your lips. 

With equal measures of caution and curiosity, you gently unfolded the envelope and discovered a card inside. Your head tilted in confusion as you observed the cute image of a panda holding a red balloon on the back. Printed over the top were the words I miss you. Although a sense of unease washed over you, your curiosity got the better of you and you couldn't resist opening the card. Grasping the card, you inhaled slightly, a subtle sign of anticipation, before your gaze landed on the handwritten message in bold red ink:

You had no clue how long I’ve been looking for you. I can’t wait until we finally meet again. 

As you sat there, your heart pounding in your chest, you couldn't help but notice the familiar cursive font that spelled out Mom in big red letters. Feeling a wave of warmth wash over you, you hurriedly stuffed the card back into its envelope before making your way to your room in a bit of a frenzy. Your mind racing, you searched high and low for your phone, desperate to make a call. Without a second thought, you dialed the number and brought the phone up to your ear, your hands trembling slightly.

“Hello?” The strong Spanish accent was on the other end. 

“Nicolás,” Your eyes darted towards the door, “Ella me encontró. (She found me)”

“¿Estas segura? (Are you sure)” You closed your eyes as you sat on the bed. 

“Creo que sí. (I think so)” 

~~~~~~~~~

Derek sat at the table, absentmindedly stirring his coffee with a frown on his face. Lately, he couldn't help but notice the fear in your eyes that had been haunting you for the past week. Concern for you had been growing steadily. The nightmares seemed to be getting worse, to the point where you were afraid to go to sleep. Although you may have thought he was unaware, Derek felt the bed shift whenever you tried to discreetly distance yourself from him in the early hours of the morning. He also noticed your heightened paranoia, constantly on edge and looking over your shoulder. Whenever someone called your name, he observed how you would tense up next to him, only to relax when you realize who it was. Derek patiently waited, hoping that you would confide in him and tell him what was happening. He had thought that since Chicago, you would open up about whatever had been troubling you. His mom had mentioned how you struggled with sleep during the two days he was held at the CPD. She had even recalled having to wake you up once when you were pleading and crying in your sleep. "I'm heading out early," Derek abruptly announced, quickly gathering his belongings. Ignoring any potential questions from his team, he hastily exited the building and pulled out his phone. Panic washed over him as he attempted to reach you multiple times, only to be met with voicemail each time. With a growing sense of worry, he raced home. 

When he arrived at the house, he noticed a box on the front steps and couldn't help but wonder if it was something you had ordered. The box had your name beautifully written in cursive on it, adding a touch of elegance. As he held the box in his hand, he pulled out the keys to open the door, excited to share this little surprise with you. Once inside, he could faintly hear the sound of your voice, engaged in a lively Spanish conversation that reached his ears. Although he couldn't understand the specifics, he caught snippets of your words, which made him smile. As he made his way through the house, he didn't spot you right away, but he knew he needed to locate the source of that enchanting voice. With a sense of curiosity, he followed your voice, eventually finding himself in the peaceful and serene nursery room, where the colors were still up in the air, waiting to be decided together. “¿Cómo pasó esto? Habíamos tenido cuidado. (How did this happen? We had been careful.)” He watched as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Ella me ha estado enviando más cosas. Fotos e incluso algunos regalos. No, no se lo he dicho. No quiero agregarle más estrés.(She has been sending me things. Photos and some gifts. No, no I haven’t told him. I don’t want to add more stress.)” You had turned around and flinched at the sight of your boyfriend behind you. A hand placed over your chest, a clear sign for him that you hadn’t heard him come in. “Te llamaré más tarde. (I’ll call you later)” He knew that sentence. He heard it plenty of time to know that you were going to call whoever was on the other end back. “You’re off early.” You smiled as you moved to give him a hug. Derek didn’t say anything as he noticed the smile never reached your eyes. 

“I finished early.” He lied, not knowing how to go on about this.

“I was looking at colors.” You pulled him with you to the kitchen counter where a color book laid open. “I was thinking of either this dark purple accent and having the furniture be an earth tone or tavern color. Or we could do a dark blue-green color or black for the walls.” You showed him the three colors you were thinking about. Derek took the strips from your hand but he wasn’t fully engaged in the conversation. He wanted to ask you who you were talking with. As you kept going on the colors, your eyes drifted to the box that laid on the floor. You stopped talking and walked over to it. No returning address, just that haunting cursive handwriting. 

“What did you order?” Derek watched as you slightly tensed up. Your fingers gripped the box. “Mama?” He called out again, taking a step towards you. When you didn’t answer him, he touched your back. “What is it?” As you made your way past him, you remained silent. Your actions betrayed your sense of urgency as you hastily reached for a pair of scissors and eagerly opened the box. Upon peering inside, you discovered more baby items and photographs. The sight filled you with an undeniable rage, causing you to impulsively toss the items over the counter. Derek looked surprised by your outburst, but quickly came to your side when you let out a scream. He rushed over, pulled you into a comforting hug, and you couldn't hold back the flood of emotions anymore. Tears streamed down your face as you clung onto him, seeking solace. Your legs failed you, and Derek gracefully lifted you up, ensuring your safety as he carried you down. “Baby,” He kissed the top of your head. His heart ached hearing you like this. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” You shook your head. You had been trying to figure out how to hide from your problems and it just seemed like the past you ran away from came back at the worst time. “Hey, look at me.” He gently pulled you back and cradled your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him. “Whatever this is. We’ll go through this together.” As he looked into your eyes, he noticed the exhaustion and fear reflected on your face. The tears streaming down your cheeks revealed just how weary and overwhelmed you felt.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered and he frowned. “I tried to fix it myself.” 

~~~~~~~~~

Derek looked at the cards, photos, and gifts that laid out in front of him. You pulled out everything you had gotten. Your leg bounced as you worked up the courage to speak. “My brother is coming today.” He snapped his gaze at you. He was surprised to hear that you had a brother. He felt the corner of his lips tug a bit but he fought the frown. 

“I didn’t know you had a brother, baby.” He reached out and placed a hand on your leg, in an attempt to calm you down. “You never mentioned your family so I just assumed they passed away.” You couldn't help but hold his gaze for a moment, before your eyes shifted to the hand resting on your leg. It made you feel a pang of guilt. You hadn't really opened up about your family and how they played a role in helping you escape your past. Especially your brother, who was always there to take care of you and lend a helping hand.

“I,” You stopped. How were you supposed to tell him that you and your brother had been on the run from your mother? After your dad went to prison, your brother took you and you both vanished. No contact with your mother’s side of the family. Your dad’s family was in Mexico so you guys barely even talk to them in general. Or the fact that your brother was going to be arriving any second. “I was fifteen when my dad got sentenced to fifteen years for second-degree murder.” You felt the lump form in your throat as you recalled the night your dad found out what your mom’s brother, your uncle, had been doing to you. 

“Murder?” Derek was surprised the least to say. He was worried that maybe it was your dad sending you all the mail, but before he could as you continued. 

“He killed my mom’s brother.” Your eyebrows knitted together and a small frown pulled at your lips. Derek could see the slight quiver on your lips as he watched you take in a shaky breath. “The man who had been sexually assaulting me since I was eight.” Derek took in a sharp breath. “At first it was just the small touches and uncomfortable comments when my parents weren’t around but when I turned eight he started to touch me.” You lifted your right shoulder as you rubbed your cheek against it. The tears burned your eyes as you fought to not let them fall. “It was during this time when I started to wet the bed again and my mom would always blame me. I tried to tell her that it wasn’t my fault but she didn’t care. She would beat me, trying to install the fact that I wasn’t supposed to wet the bed. When my dad would come home to see it happening, they would get into huge fights. It had gotten to the point that my mom would send me to my uncle who lived a couple blocks from us. I would try to beg them not to let me go but my mom wouldn’t listen and my dad didn’t want me to hear them fight.” As you dug your nails in between the skin of your thumb and index finger, Derek couldn't help but feel a knot forming in his stomach. He knew all too well where this was heading, and it truly saddened him. It was frustrating to think that you had been going through all of this for seven long years. 

“Take your time.” He reassured you by moving his hand to your arm and rubbing it. 

“My brother was off to college during this whole ordeal so he didn’t know how bad it had gotten after he left.” A tear rolled down your cheek and you were quick to wipe it. “Things between my mom and dad got back to the point where my mom was beating me whenever and always blamed me for ruining the relationship they had. Dad would work longer shifts to avoid my mom and when it got really bad at home, he would take me to my mom’s brother’s.” You wanted to throw up just thinking about the things he did to you. The way his eyes roamed your body or the way he would claim that you were special. “He-” You didn’t finish your sentence as the doorbell rang and you jumped out of your seat. Derek watched as you moved closer to him, wide eyes on the door before a knock followed.

“Y/n?” A male voice with a strong accent called out before knocking again. Without hesitation, you quickly moved towards the door and opened it, with Derek closely following behind, ready to assist you in any way you needed. As the door swung open, a wave of relief washed over you, and you couldn't help but embrace the man with gratitude. He warmly returned your hug and began asking questions in Spanish, to which you responded with nods or shakes of your head. Holding onto you tightly, he comforted you with gentle back rubs. Observing the man's features, Derek noticed the striking resemblance between you, with both of you sharing the same nose and lips. Despite his eyes being more green, Derek could see the same affectionate warmth reflected in your eyes. There was no doubt in Derek's mind that this man was indeed the brother you had mentioned. Stepping back from the hug, your brother glanced at Derek before warmly extending a hand. “You must be infamous Derek Morgan.” Derek felt as if meeting your brother in a different condition, he would have welcomed him with a smile and open arms. Instead he clamped his hand over your brothers. “Nicolás.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” In that moment, Derek couldn't help but notice the hint of caution in your brother's actions. His gaze flickered anxiously, attentively scanning the streets and every passerby before finally stepping inside the sanctuary of your home. You closed the door behind him and locked it before wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace, whispering heartfelt words of gratitude in Spanish. 

“I wish we could have met in different conditions.” Derek took in the Spanish accent in your brother’s voice, reminding him of yours when you first met even though it wasn’t as strong. “I’m sure my sister has begun to explain to you what is going on.” You shifted in your spot.

“We were getting to that part.” Your voice was soft and your brother raised an eyebrow at you. There was a gentle understanding between you, an unspoken acknowledgement of the difficulty that lay ahead in recounting what had transpired. But it was a story you had to tell. No one would be able to explain it better than you who knew what had happened. Even your brother, despite his close connection, isn't privy to the full account, aware of the difficulty you've faced in confiding in him. "Sit.” You gestured towards the couch and indicated your brother's shoes. He promptly took them off without needing to be asked and followed you to the seating area. Once you were all settled, with Derek and your brother on either side of you, you resumed your story from where you had left off. As you recounted every detail, your brother had to avert his gaze in an effort to hold back tears. It deeply affected him to know that he had left you in that terrible situation and couldn't protect you, and he regretted running away without returning for you.

On the other hand, Derek did his utmost to support you, maintaining a concerned expression. He concealed the anger burning in his eyes as he listened to how that man had violated you, taking advantage of your vulnerability. When you had reached out to your mom for help, she dismissively brushed you off. Deep down, Derek longed to tear that man apart but he was grateful that your father had intervened and put an end to it. He understood your dad's actions and didn't blame him, as he believed he would have done the same. As you finished recounting your ordeal, you had several moments where you almost shut down and started hyperventilating. Derek gently guided you through it, reassuring you that there was no rush and that he was here for you. He promised that together, you would overcome this. “We’re gonna fix this.” Derek told you as he tucked you into his side. “The team will help and we are going to do everything in our power to stop this. And I’m not gonna stop until you feel like you and our baby girl are safe.” You felt thankful for Derek. Thankful that he knew how to comfort you and make you feel safe. 

~~~~~~~~~

When Derek walked into the office, the team could sense that something was on his mind by the serious expression etched on his face and how you held onto him. It didn't take them long to realize that whatever it was, it involved you and the man following behind. This became even more apparent when he asked for the day off. The team observed him speaking with Hotch, his movements sharp and tense. Ried watched your interaction with the unfamiliar man as he listened to your conversation, although he couldn't understand it since both of you were speaking in Spanish. He carefully took note of your facial expressions, realizing that you seemed just as, if not more, concerned than when they went to Chicago for Derek. When Hotch approached, he reassured you that they would start working on resolving the issue. He felt the need to let you know that everything would be okay, and he observed how you visibly relaxed upon hearing his words. The rest of the team didn't require any explanation as they followed Derek to the conference room. Before leaving, Derek planted a quick kiss on your head, leaving you with your brother as you patiently waited for their return. “Te ama. (he loves you)” You looked at your brother, a hand resting on your belly. “I see it in his eyes.”

“I love him too.” You told him honestly. Through the pregnancy and now this, your love for Derek grew more than you thought it could. “He is the best thing that could have happened to me, hermano. (brother)” Your brother placed a hand on your shoulder and kissed your forehead.

“Yo no eres mi hermanita llorna. (You’re no longer my crybaby sister)” He teased as he gave you a friendly smile. It had been eight long years since you had last seen your brother, and although it saddened you to reconnect under these circumstances, you were grateful for his presence and support. Since you left at the age of 20, your only form of communication with him had been through phone calls. As a tired yawn escaped your lips, your brother gently shook his head. Derek had mentioned that you hadn't been getting enough sleep, and he could only imagine the reason behind it. It was likely that the nightmares had resurfaced, and he understood just how distressing they could be. “Take a nap.” He gently patted the desk, indicating that he understood it wasn't the most comfortable place to rest, but you didn't feel the need to protest. Without hesitation, you laid your head down, arms crossed underneath, and peacefully closed your eyes. It didn't take long before your brother kindly noticed your slumber. He gently placed a warm hand on your arm, occasionally giving it comforting rubs to ensure you had a more restful sleep.

When Derek finally returned, you had been peacefully sleeping for a good 40 minutes. With a quick glance at you, he handed Garcia the box containing everything we needed. Garcia wasted no time in rushing back to the conference room. As for Derek, Hotch had instructed him to take you back home. In fact, he even gave me a few additional days off, recognizing that you would need him more than ever. Derek gazed at your sleeping form, not wanting to disturb your rest. So, he gently adjusted your head to rest upon his shoulder. With great care, he then lifted you into his embrace, ensuring your comfort as you shifted slightly without waking. Nicolás kindly followed us, making sure to press the elevator button. He figured it would be best to wait until we were back at the house before asking Derek about our next steps.ured he could wait until you guys got back to the house to ask Derek what was going to happen.

~~~~~~~~~

Three days had passed, and the tone of the letters grew increasingly unpleasant. There was a clear animosity directed towards Derek, with his face marked off in the accompanying photos. It was apparent that she was angry as she expressed her frustrations. She blamed you and your brother for causing the ruin of everything. The situation became more menacing, leaving you apprehensive about what she might do next. Your brother took immediate action, contacting his colleagues and diligently working on his laptop to resolve the matter. He remained by your side until we could ensure everything was safe. Additionally, a police officer was assigned to patrol the area and provide you with constant support. "I hate this." As I glanced at the semi-painted room, I couldn't help but let out a little mutter to myself. Derek had been so kind to lend a hand, and together we had settled on the idea of a cozy dark purple for the walls. In the midst of it all, my brother had insisted on joining in to assist with the dresser. His presence and eagerness to help really gave us the boost we needed to make some headway.. 

"I know." He didn't even glance up at you as he kept his focus on the dresser. "They'll get her." You knew they would but when. You wanted this to be over. To go back to live without the constant fever of looking over your shoulder. 

"I'm gonna go get some water." You pushed the box of diapers away and got up from the rocking chair. "Do you want some?" As you were leaving, your brother quietly mumbled sí to himself. In the kitchen, you casually picked up two glass cups and went to the fridge for some ice to add to one of them. Lost in thought, you were completely unaware of the person standing near the door, observing you quietly. It wasn't until you turned around and caught sight of them that a wave of alarm washed over you. In that moment, the cups slipped from your grasp and shattered on the floor, although the sound seemed distant as you noticed blood on the person's hands and the nearby knife. You felt an overwhelming urge to scream or say something, yet you found yourself frozen and unable to utter a word. As your brother hurried over, calling your name anxiously, he too froze when he saw the unsettling scene. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the terrifying sight before you, fearing the unknown. 

"What are you doing here?" Your brother asked. TThe touch of the chilled water enveloping your feet served as a poignant awakening, a stark reminder that this was no figment of the imagination. It was real, all too real. As the corners of their lips curl into a sinister grin, an inexplicable shiver cascades down your spine, causing an eerie sensation to settle deep within the core of your being. A horrid feeling creeps into the depths of your gut, intensifying the gravity of the situation. 

She was in front of you. 

She was here.

"I came to see my kids." Her voice sounded muffled in your ears as a ringing grew. "To see my grandkid." Her eyes drifted to your visible bump and you were quick to place a hand over it in an attempt to shield it from her gaze. "Pero están tratando de mantenerte lejos de mí. (But they're trying to keep you away from me.)" She took a step closer and you backed up. "Ese hombre horrible. (That horrible man.)" Her face twisted into a nasty frown. "No te preocupes, Mami está aquí para salvarte. (Don't worry, mommy is here to save you.)" She raised the blood knife up.

"Stay away." As your hand instinctively grabbed onto one of the drawers, a rush of emotions surged through you. The sound of Derek's voice echoed in your mind, reminding you that there was always a concealed gun hidden here, a means to protect yourself. She shook her head at you before taking another step and you were quick to pull the drawer open. A cool sensation brushed against your trembling hand as you grasped the metal object, the weight of it empowering you in that moment. With a mix of fear and determination, you raised the weapon and directed it towards her, your mouth tightly clenched, willing yourself to stay strong. "Stay away!" You didn't know how she managed to get in but you didn't want her closer. Your grip tightened around the quivering gun, desperately attempting to steady it with both hands. In the midst of the chaos, her laughter erupted into the air, echoing with a touch of hysteria as her head arched backward ever so slightly.

"You can't shoot me." She couldn't help but mock you, a subtle smirk dancing on her lips as she rolled her head to the side. Meeting your gaze with a distinct taunting glint in her eyes, she dared you to challenge her. "You're too weak to harm me. Besides, you can't kill the women who birthed you. It's not how I raised you." In that moment, a surge of overwhelming emotion threatened to consume you. Your every instinct screamed at you to let out the pent-up frustration and anger. You longed to confront her, to show her that you were capable of unleashing that fury upon her. But alas, as you stood there, trembling with a mix of determination and fear, your voice betrayed you. Despite the rising tremors in your body, she continued to move forward. Every step she took only fueled your desire to protect, to defend. And then, your brother, sensing the imminent danger, swift and agile as ever, sprang into action. With lightning speed, he lunged towards her, attempting to intercept the menacing knife. Yet, she  managed to evade him. Time seemed to grind to a halt as you watched in horror. You could almost feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as your brother made another valiant attempt to grab hold of her, desperate to avert the impending tragedy. But fate had a different plan in store. Without a moment's hesitation, she mercilessly thrust the knife into his torso.

"Why are you making me do this?!" She cried out as she pulled the knife back. He gasped, his face contorted in agony, as he clutched his injured side, grappling to endure the searing pain. "You made me do this!" She pointed the blade at him with a fierce determination, as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. And then, without hesitation, she thrust it into his shoulder, an act that sent waves of agony through his body. The sheer intensity of his howl pierced through the air, and he stumbled backwards, crashing onto the unforgiving ground. A pool of crimson quickly formed around him. In that moment, fear gripped your heart, threatening to consume you whole. The question loomed in your minds like a haunting melody: what wouldn't she do? What lengths wouldn't she go to, to inflict harm upon you and your innocent unborn child? As she took one deliberate step after another, the desperation in her eyes only fueled their resolve to protect your baby and your brother. But your brother, wounded and weakened, summoned every ounce of strength he had left. He reached out, defiantly grasping at her leg, desperately pleading for mercy. Yet, she callously kicked him aside, her disdain echoing in her venomous words. It was then, in that pivotal moment, that you knew there was no turning back. Without a second thought, you summoned every ounce of courage within you. Your finger poised, lingering above the trigger of the weapon that lay in your trembling hand. 

The anticipation hung heavy in the air, breathing life into the resolute fire burning within your soul. And then, with unwavering determination, you pressed the trigger. The sound of the gunshot reverberated through the room. The recoil jolted through your body, a visceral reminder of the power you held in your hands. As you pulled the trigger once more, your aim steady and true, the bullet collided with her abdomen. The shock etched across her face, a vivid portrayal of her demise, before she crumpled helplessly to the ground. Time seemed to stand still as you surveyed the aftermath, the pooling blood serving as a grim reminder of the harsh reality that had unfolded before your eyes. For a fleeting moment, you were lost in the depths of your own thoughts, caught in the gravity of the situation. But your brother's voice snapped you back to reality, his urgent cries of your name calling you into action. With tears blurring your vision, you stumbled towards the phone, your trembling fingers dialing Derek's number. Each shaky breath caught in your throat as you struggled to form coherent words. Overwhelmed by emotion, your cries fell freely, staining the air with your anguish. And then, like a guardian angel, Derek burst through the door, his eyes filled with concern, clutching his own weapon tightly. His gaze fell upon the grisly scene, the blood splattered across the room, and he wasted no time in springing into action. With a sense of urgency, he rushed to your injured brother, his familiarity and expertise offering a glimmer of hope in this sea of chaos. Meanwhile, Emily, a steadfast presence amidst the turmoil, attended to the woman. At that moment, the rest of the team arrived. Reid seamlessly transitioned into Derek's place. And as Derek approached, leaving no distance between you, you found solace in his comforting presence, a beacon of light amidst the darkness.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly. He reached out to touch you but the blood on his hands stopped him.

"I didn't know what else to do." Your voice sounded different. Raspy and raw from the crying. The shock hadn't left you. "She stabbed him." He could see you shaking and it broke his heart. He should have been here with you.

"It's okay, baby." He pulled you to his chest. "She can't touch you now." He comforted, placing a kiss on your head.

~~~~~~~~~

You shuffled into the kitchen, a slight ache in your lower back reminding you that your due date was just one week away. The imminent arrival of your little one filled your heart with both excitement and a hint of anxiety. For the past four weeks, you had experienced the relentless Braxton Hicks contractions, some days catching you off guard and others testing your endurance. Today; however, was a blend of both sensations. The sleepless nights had taken their toll, thanks to the persistent Braxton Hicks and your baby's ceaseless movements. Seeking solace, you reached for the dates Penelope had recommended to induce labor. As you filled a bowl with these miraculous fruits, your fingers brushed against your favorite tea, a comforting presence in the midst of this late-night ritual. Leaning on the kitchen counter, you took a bite of a date, savoring its sweetness, while simultaneously turning the pages of the book you held in your other hand. Time seemed insignificant in the wee hours of the morning – there was no need to glance at the clock. It was always 3 a.m., the same time that had greeted you for the past four weeks, disrupting your sleep and creating a rhythm of its own.

As the final date disappeared into your mouth, a sudden rush of wetness spread across your legs, freezing you in place. Your gaze dropped to the water pooling at your feet, and in that instant, realization struck. Your water had broken. A sharp pang on your lower right side caused a hiss of pain to escape your lips as you grabbed some paper towels, instinctively trying to clean up the mess. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you called out for Derek, your voice carrying through the quiet apartment. It didn't require much volume; he would hear you. Tossing the damp paper towels in the trash, you made your way down the hallway with a sense of urgency. The need to change out of your now-drenched pants became paramount, as you couldn't bear the thought of walking around in such discomfort. "Derek," you called out again, this time allowing your voice to carry a touch more authority, watching as he jolted awake, responding to the urgency in your tone. 

“What’s wrong? Is the baby okay?” He pushed the blanket off of him and his eyes glanced at you. 

“My water broke.” Your back was faced towards him and you dug for some shorts and a new pair of underwear. 

“I’ll get the bags.” He was quick to move around the room. You didn’t say anything as you focused on changing and slipping on your sandals. It didn’t take Derek long to get you in the car as he drove off to the hospital. “How are you doing?” You worked on breathing evenly, trying to calm the beating of your heart that seemed to echo in your ears.

“I’m okay.” He gently reached over and took hold of your hand, providing you with comfort in that moment. As you leaned back in your seat, you instinctively squeezed his hand, finding solace in his presence. With closed eyes, you tried to remain calm despite the overwhelming fear swirling inside you. The thought of becoming a parent seemed daunting and uncertain. Derek, fully aware of the urgency of the situation, drove as swiftly as possible towards the hospital. Upon arrival, he wasted no time in rushing to your side of the car, eager to assist you. Walking together towards the entrance of the ER, Derek guided you, his support unwavering. Once inside, the diligent nurses promptly attended to your needs, ensuring you were taken care of with utmost care and efficiency. After that, the labor stretched on for what felt like an eternity, enduring five arduous hours filled with moments of both agony and anticipation. But the sheer bliss that enveloped your heart when you could finally cradle your precious little girl in your trembling arms. In that awe-inspiring moment, Derek could not contain his overwhelming emotions. Tears cascaded down his cheeks as he pressed a tender kiss upon your forehead, his voice trembling with profound admiration. He whispered words of sheer adoration, praising your strength and resilience, acknowledging the miraculous feat you had just accomplished. His devotion and admiration for you resonated in every word as he declared the boundless beauty of your baby girl, affirming the miracle that had graced your lives. 

She was born May 18th, 2007 at 8:30 in the morning. She weighed 5 pounds 9 ounces and was 17 inches. A healthy and beautiful baby girl.

Ximena Cassandra Morgan.

[azurethevampire]

Would you write for victor Sullivan and Nathan Drake, maybe with the reader too who’s Nathan’s younger sister but also very close to sully. I thought for a prompt there could be a father daughter dance at school but obviously she has no one to go with but sully’s just like “obviously I’ll go with you’ instead because he’s like the father she (they) never had :,) (also I have not played the game only watched the movie but do with it what you will of course!)

Just as a heads up that I have no freaking idea how these types of dances work in reality 😂

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“I got an interesting email from your school today.” 

You and your brother had been working in silence for the past half an hour, Nathan making dinner preparations and you focused on your homework. Your brother’s words made you frown and lift your gaze up at him as your mind was quickly processing what he had said. What reason would your school possibly have for emailing your brother? You hadn’t skipped any classes or got into any other trouble as far as you knew. Something in Nathan’s tone told you the email couldn’t be about your grades either – which were just fine in your opinion. 

“Oh?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me there is this dance event coming up?” 

Your fingers, which had been playing with your pencil, halted. In fact your whole body froze for a moment, before you got a hold of yourself. 

Then you shrugged, and turned your attention back to your homework. You didn’t want to look at your brother. “Didn’t think of it as a big deal since I’m not going.” 

"What? What do you mean you're not going?" 

Shit. He wasn't about to drop this, was he? You all but slammed your school books closed. "If you don't know what those words together mean, maybe you shouldn't have dropped out of school." 

"Hey!" Nathan sputtered for a moment, giving you time to gather your books. You were about to leave the kitchen, planning to close yourself to the guest bedroom you and your brother shared at Sully's apartment. It'll be temporary, Nathan had said to both you and Sully a month ago when he had first suggested the idea to the older man. Honestly, you think the only reason Sully agreed was because you had become somewhat of a soft spot for him — which he will deny vehemently, if asked. At first Sully had said Nathan could stay where the fuck he wanted and you could stay with him as long as needed. You still weren't sure if he had been joking or not but you and your brother both had moved in with him a few days later.  

A hand around your arm stopped your escape plans. 

"But you love these kinds of things and the dancing", Nathan said, his tone indicating that he had switched to his puzzle solving state of mind. You wished he wouldn't do that. Sometimes – you could admit as much as that – it was useful your big brother could fit strange pieces together and form the truth from seemingly unrelated scatters of information. But when Nathan tried to solve you? His little sister who was on the threshold of adulthood and preferred some things out of her brother's let alone guardian's knowledge? Times like these made you wish Nathan could stop hunting the truth for once. "Why wouldn't you go?" 

Suddenly fed up with this conversation, you yanked your arm away from your brother. "Because it's a stupid father-daughter dance!" 

Nathan blinked. "So? I have gone to one of those with you before, I can come again." 

You stared at your brother. How could he be so dense?! 

"You're not my dad, Nate." 

Nathan flinched at that. "I'm not… I didn't–" 

"You're my big brother and I— I don't want to be that kid again who goes to a father-daughter dance with their brother." 

Nathan didn't say anything for a while, he just looked at you, studied your resolved expression. He lifted his hands up, palms towards you. "I get it. Your decision." 

Your shoulders slumped and you let out a relieved sigh as discreetly as possible. You had been afraid there would be more of a fight, because Nathan had this stupid idea that you shouldn't miss a single thing related to school life and memories you could make during your school years. You were glad you were wrong this time and Nathan gave up. 

"Do you wanna go?" 

"What?" You turned on your heels to face Sully —when had he come in? 

"Jeez, kid, don't make me repeat myself", he grumbled, perfectly aware you had heard his question the first time. 

"I– yeah. But I won't go with Nate so that's it." 

Sully's expression changed into something thoughtful. Then he shook his head, went to his liquor shelf he had in the living room, took a bottle and started pouring a glass. 

You glanced at your brother, eyebrows raised in question. Nathan shrugged but frowned and kept glancing at Sully while stirring the stew he was cooking. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this", Sully's quiet words snapped your attention back to the man. You didn't think he had intended those words to be heard by you.

"I will go with you." 

Your mind took a moment to process those words. Surely you had heard wrong. There was no way Sully of all people had said he would go with you to a school dance. 

"Oh stop looking at me like that before I changed my mind. You don't want to go with your brother, so how about an uncle?"

"Are you dead-serious?" 

Sully grimaced at your choice of words, him not liking the expression. "I am, but I'm starting to regret ever offering so in about ten seco—"

"Yes!" You hurried to say. "An uncle would be fine. Thank you, Sully." 

"Thank me after I have gotten through the night in one piece", the man told you and you laughed. In your chest, you felt warmth spreading. Even if Sully insisted on the uncle thing, for the first time since you could remember, you felt like you had a father in your life.

[asmo-ds]

Can I request if your open, the demon bros reacting to MC revealing they/she's had Vampire, monster men, Siren, and Fae lovers before meeting them? Like, they're playing truth or dare and someone asks MC about their love life and MC just casually reveals their/her long list of ex-lovers, apparently the paranormal beings are not as discreet as they think they are.

MC having non-human Ex-lovers

Warnings: Monster fucking time :^))), kind of spicy in Satan and Asmodeus’s

Summary: How the avatars of sin react to finding out MC has a long history of dating monsters and other non-human beings (and no I don’t mean MC is a furry jahdljfhakjfhdjk)

A/N: SOME OF THE EXES ARE GIRLS IN THIS AND SOME ARE BOYS !!! just a warning :) also the monster fucker in me jumped out in this 

- MC was running late when they were supposed to be on their way home from running a quick errand 

- So he was pacing on the front doorstep like a concerned mother, watching the end of the street for the familiar face to turn and rush towards the house, running back to him apologizing for being away from him so long

- What he WASN’T expecting was to see MC turning down the street with a werewolf that appeared to get along a little too well with his MC

- When they got to the front door, still chatting and gigging together, Lucifer cleared his throat loudly

- The werewolf looked frightened, quickly saying his goodbyes to the human before rushing away

- When he drags MC inside, lecturing them on talking to such dangerous creatures and trusting so easily, until he hears them snickering

- “Yea I guess I shouldn’t trust him after how much he hurt me back then,” they say with a agitated look, clearly remembering some pretty upsetting memories, “I mean who text dumps their significant other over text after three years of dating, hmph typical boys..”

- “Significant other.... ???” Lucifer looks at them in shock. “You mean you’ve dated... monsters?” Confusion and a small glimmer of hope hidden behind his cold gaze.

- This means MC would be willing to be with such a big bad beast as himself.

- MC starts to list off multiple species they’ve dated and Lucifer feels his heart speed up knowing that MC had enough experience with monsters to even consider being with him

- If MC is that interested in monsters, then he’ll just have to prove he’s more of a monster than any of those other fools from their past

- Is much more comfortable walking around casually in his demon form, and even tries to look more demonic just to impress the human and gain their attention

- At the end of the day he does inform Diavolo of the recklessness of paranormal creatures in the human realm and how poorly they hide and urges him to ensure the those monsters keep their species hidden better

- MC had skipped their last class with some guy according to their classmates who he questioned about the human’s whereabouts

- He headed to the rooftop of RAD, knowing if they were led by someone who was from here they were probably brought there for privacy 

- He sees them talking and giggling with some vampire and Mammon felt a pang of jealousy and a bit of fear

- “Oi! Stay away from my human you blood sucker!” Stands between MC and the Vampire defensively

- “You’re human?” The vampire smirks, “I got to them long before you, pretty boy,” Hands are about to be thrown

- When MC explains that they knew him and trust he won’t hurt them because they used to date Mammon just >:O

- But then he gets a bit excited knowing MC wouldn’t reject him for being a monster

- Still sends death glares towards the vampire extremely often to make sure he realizes that since he dumped MC he doesn’t get another chance with them

- When he realizes MC practically only dates monster his head just about explodes

- He really wasn’t expecting this from the puny human, Solomon maybe, but an average joe like MC??? 

- Warns MC about the danger they’re putting themselves in

- “Oh so you’re saying that for my own safety I shouldn’t go on a date with you tonight?” “w-W-WAIT MC THAT AIN’T WHAT I SAID!”

- Was hanging out with MC playing video games for their weekly otaku sleep overs 

- Mid-game a siren is introduced as the villain and Levi rolls his eyes because he knows how annoying the sirens could be

- “Wow! She’s just like my ex!” Mc shouts pointing at the siren

- “How so?” Levi asks assuming MC was about to roast their ex by comparing them to the monster

- When MC responds with “because she’s a bitchy siren,” Levi almost spits out his drink

- “Haha, you mean she’s loud and manipulative?” He questions trying to find reason in their statement

- “yea that and the fact they’re a siren,” MC shrugs

- MC is a monster fucker?!?!??! Levi.exe has stopped working

- When MC starts to list of all sorts of powerful beings they’d been with he can feel jealousy boiling up inside of himself and he can’t help but want to prove he is stronger than MC’s exes

- Stays in his demon form almost 90% of the time now because he thinks MC will like it (which they do)

- If they ever see one of MC’s exes out in public he gets jealous if they look scarier than himself

~KINDA SLIGHT NSFW BEWARE~

- Satan was browsing the shelves of RAD’s library when he heard hushed voices from behind the bookshelf.

- “So wait, tell me again how you know MC?” A succubi asks an incubus quietly

- “Oh we used to date,” They continue to discuss MC and how MC had dated a lot of monsters in the past apparently and he stormed home ready to get answers

- He couldn’t help but smirk a bit on his way home, if MC wanted a monster, he would give them a monster

- He walks towards their room in demon form, not bothering to knock as he slams open MC’s door

- He looms over MC who is sitting at their desk looking at him with curious eyes

- “Hi, Satan, you should really knock you know-””How many monsters have you been with?”

- MC freezes at the question, a bit embarrassed that their past had made its way into the House of Lamentation

-Satan pulls them to a standing position and pushes them against the wall, leaning into their ear and nipping it before speaking

-”So kitten likes to play with the big bad wolves, huh?” He asks the human who stared up at him with a flustered yet loving gaze. “Lucky for you, you’ve got the biggest and the baddest of them all right here, kitten~”

- Spends all night showing his power over them and letting himself be a monster around them (after ensuring they wanted it of course, he’s a monster, not an asshole)

- Makes sure all of MC’s ex lovers who reside in the Devildom know that he doesn’t plan on letting the human go and they’re happier with him than they were with any of their exes

- They were having a sleepover and were waiting for facemasks to dry

- While waiting Asmodeus suggested they play truth or dare and MC agrees

- MC picks truth and Asmo goes for a question that had been plaguing his mind for a long time

- “have you ever been with a monster?” When MC responds with a shy little “yea” he gets super excited and squeals

- asks for all the details of who hey dated, what species they were, if it was serious between them or not

- They actually discovered they had a bunch of exes in common and had to make a timeline to realize one of the exes had dated them at the exact same time

- They spend hours going off about different lovers they’ve both had and just spend all night gossiping about different type of species and the different ways the species act in bed

- “Wait MC IF HE KISSES YOU AND THEN KISS ME DOES THAT MEAN YOU AND I HAVE INDIRECTLY KISSED?! EEEEK” Squeals joyfully 

- He then realizes he has an opportunity to flirt so he pushes them down on the bed and hovers inches away from their face

- “All monsters have power, but MC, do you want to be with a real monster who can give you a real taste of power”

- Someone on his team was doing some “guy talk” with a few other guys and Beel heard them bring up MC’s name

- He tuned in, ready to stand up for them if they were going to shit talk his favorite human

- “I mean all three years of being together was rocky, fuckin’ was the only thing that really kept us going-” Beel is too shocked to keep tuned in

- MC had been with a monster for that long before their time in the Devildom?

- At home he sees MC in the kitchen and blushes at the thought of him and MC being together like they had been with that other demon- except he would treat them better and make them feel loved

- “MC, I overheard some guys in the locker room talking about how you had dated one of them for a while in the past” He’s very straightforward and casual about questioning MC

- “I’ve been with quite a few people that go to RAD,  humans are just too boring y’know?” MC giggles at the flustered ginger as he dug through the fridge, determined to fill his endless abyss of a stomach

- They just hang out in the kitchen for a while, casually talking about MC’s past with monsters and Beelzebub doesn’t judge them at all, but he knows some monsters can be cruel and feels a bit worried MC has been hurt

- I feel like in that moment of realization that MC isn’t afraid of him and his species he’d probably confess his feelings for the human

- He was sleeping on MC’s lap while they talked to Asmo in the common room

- His sleepy self is able to make out the words “Dated” and “monster” so he tuned in discreetly

- He hears MC list all of the species they’d been with in the past and can’t help but blush at the thought of being with MC but he also is frustrated to know he has so much competition 

- Once Asmo starts to change the subject Belphie decides he’d heard enough and heads up to the attic to nap where MC and Asmo wouldn’t yap his ear off

- Has a dream about being with MC, them loving him for himself; even the parts that were meant to scare humans away

- He wakes up to soft fingertips brushing his hair around 

- “My lap got cold without you there,” MC frowns at the sleepy demon in front of them

- Belphie pulls them down to cuddle with him and asks them a question

- “How powerful were they all?”

-”Who? Oh! You heard about my exes haha... I mean they were definitely powerful but not nearly as powerful as you and your brothers,” MC responds

- He tilts their chin up and places a soft kiss on their lips, “Good, cuz I don’t want them to even think about trying to get you back. If I’m more powerful than them then they won’t even think about causing trouble.”

[feralthoughtdump]

Love Me Harder

CW: swearing, smut, reader calls Bucky “Sergeant”, spitting, choking, restraints (with a necktie), spanking, dom!Bucky

Word Count: 2.3k

“Oh you’re really testing me, aren’t you?” 

She giggles at Bucky’s words. Her plan was working, and it was working well. 

From giving him a quick peek at her lacy black panties while getting ready, to the teasing touches, to her giving the bartender one too many flirty looks, it was all to rile him up. Get him angry, and hopefully end their dry spell. 

Well, calling it a dry spell was a bit dramatic. It was just a little over a week without Bucky fucking her. Nevertheless, she was still irritated.

It wasn’t necessarily Bucky’s fault, nor is it hers. They’ve been busy. With him going on back-to-back missions, and her having a jam-packed schedule, neither of them had the time. 

But right when they found some time to take a break, Sharon threw a party and insisted that they’d come. 

The final straw was when she had taken her panties off in the bathroom and sneakily tucked them into the pocket of Bucky’s jacket. When his fingers grazed over the lace, he saw red. If they weren’t surrounded by others, he would’ve bent her over the bar and fucked her until she forgot her name. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sergeant.” She purrs into his ear and leaves the table, heading off to talk to Sharon. 

It wasn’t until a few hours later when the crowd had dissipated and his watch read 1:03 am when the two of them decided to leave. 

She was disappointed when he said nothing, or more so, when he did nothing, as they got into the car, ready to head back to their shared Brooklyn apartment. 

She took off her makeup and showered with dissatisfaction on the tip of her tongue. Her plan was working, but it failed miserably. 

It didn’t help that his hair had begun to get long again. It hung in his face and was always so soft between her fingers. 

She loved to grab onto it when his head was between her thighs and the thought of it made her hornier than ever.

Sure, she could just touch herself and relieve the frustration between her legs, but it wasn’t the same. Plus, if Bucky found out, she would be due for the worst spanking of her life. 

She walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of his boxers and a thin cami, ready to sleep away the ache between her thighs. 

As she crouched down to pet Tux, the little black and white cat they adopted a few months ago, Bucky’s boots crept into her vision, illuminated from the bedside light.

“Look at me, doll.” 

His tone was authoritative and demanding so she knew better than to disobey. She looked up into his blue eyes, pleasantly surprised by the anger and lust that glazed over them.

She slowly starts to get up, Tux scampering out of the bedroom door, but Bucky places a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back onto her knees. 

He’s still dressed in the party attire, only he’s shed the jacket. Her mouth waters at the sight of his button-up shirt, now untucked from his black jeans with his tie hanging loosely from the collar. 

She slowly reached up to unbutton his jeans but he catches her wrist. 

“No. Not after the shit you pulled earlier tonight.” He taps his metal fingers on her lower lip. “Open up.”

She parts her lips and lets him slide the metal onto her tongue. They never break eye contact as she sucks, swirling her tongue around the digits. 

He lets his other hand caress her face, gently stroking her cheek. 

“Good girl.” He murmurs.

She closes her eyes and whines around his fingers. 

“You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He cocks his head. “Already so desperate just from sucking my fingers.”

She nods, giving his big doe eyes. 

He pulls her fingers from her mouth and hooks his thumb over her teeth. 

“Answer me!” He commands.

“Yes!” She struggles to speak with her open mouth.

He bends down and stares daggers into her. 

Without speaking, he spits, letting it land on her tongue. 

“Don’t you dare swallow until I tell you.”

She nods her head.

He observes her with an amused smirk, watching her eyes water and her jaw tremble. After about a minute, he unhooks his thumb from her jaw. Gently, he taps his fingers against her chin, signaling her to close her mouth.

“Swallow.”

He says nothing as she obediently swallows, then latching his lips onto hers. It’s rough, slopping kissing with teeth knocking into each other and gentle bites at her lips.

When he pulls away from her, she pouts with spit-slicken, swollen lips, the only thing on her mind being Bucky and his cock. 

The hardwood floor digs into her knees and she shifts, trying to relieve the pain. 

“Do your knees hurt?” He asks, voice low and gentle.

She nods her head. 

“Yes Sergeant.” 

“I guess I should do something about that.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. 

“Yeah, you really should.”

She’s taken by surprise at the feeling of his hand grabbing her neck, the metal squeezing at the sides. 

“You really need to fix that attitude of yours.” He growls, pulling her up to stand on wobbly feet. “You think that you can flirt with the bartender like a little slut? You think that you can tease me all night in front of Sharon and all her friends?”

“If it’s enough to make you fuck me,” She retorts with a gasp “then yeah. Yeah, I do.” 

She realizes that she should’ve just kept her mouth shut when he slams her down onto the bed, her feet bouncing on the mattress. 

His grip on her neck tightens and her eyes roll into the back of her head. A whine escapes her lips when he takes his hand away.

“Hands above your head.” He orders. When she doesn’t comply, he lands a hard slap on her thigh, making her cry out. “Now!”

She hurriedly obeys and watches with excited eyes as he loops his tie around her wrists, binding them together with a tight knot.

Her mouth stretches into a smile when Bucky shrugs off his dress shirt. She drools at the sight of his form, especially at the way his biceps flex when he pulls his undershirt over his head.

“Like what you see, doll?”

She bites her lip and nods.

“Such a shame I’m not letting you touch me. You’ve done plenty of that tonight.”

Her heart drops and a whimper slips past her lips.

All she wanted to do was get her hands on him but Bucky is denying her of that. It wasn’t fair. 

Well, in retrospect, she probably deserves it. 

So she sighs and pouts, hoping that her wide-eyed gaze would be enough to convince him to be nicer to her. 

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes. “I just- I just wanted you to fuck me.” 

Bucky wraps his hands around her ankles and pulls her down the bed. 

“Oh, doll, is that all you wanted?” He gently caresses her calf. “You just wanted me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…?”

“Yes Sergeant.” She whines, all gaspy and desperate. “Can you please fuck me?”

He lowers himself onto the bed, letting her legs draw over his shoulders. 

“You’ve got such good manners, doll.” He plants a wet kiss to the inside of her thigh. 

“Asking so nicely too.” He tugs her (well, his) boxers down her legs and throws them onto the floor. “But I’m not fucking you yet.”

She’s reduced to a panting mess when he eases a finger inside of her. 

Her eyes squeeze shut as she takes a deep breath, careful not to whine too loudly. It was far too late at night and she wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors. 

Bucky’s done so little to her yet the way he dominates her, the way he’s able to take control over her, it leaves her dizzy. 

“Come on, pretty girl.” He murmurs against her thighs. “Let me hear those pretty sounds.” 

She shakes her head.

“The neighbors.” she whispers “I don’t want to wake them up.”

He shoves another finger inside of her, making her yelp at the stretch.

“I don’t care if they hear you. In fact,” he curls his fingers up, hitting that spot inside of her. “I want them to hear you. Let them know you’re mine.” 

She bites her lip, still reluctant, and Bucky rolls his eyes.

He pistons his fingers in and out of her and swirls his tongue around her clit. 

Her resolve is slowly starting to chip away as she lets out a breathy moan. 

“Bucky!”

He responds with a hum, the vibrations making her clench down on his metal fingers. 

She’s close. Very, very close. 

Her chest rises and falls as she struggles to control her volume, biting down on her lip so hard, it’s close to bleeding. 

“I’m-” tears pool in her eyes. “I’m gonna-”

He swiftly pulls away from her, slipping his fingers out of her. 

“No, you aren’t.” 

She tries to sit up, but finds it difficult, given her restrained hands. She collapses back onto the bed with a frustrated groan. 

“Please!”

He takes hold of her face, squishing her cheeks together. 

“I decide when you get to cum. Now, if you don’t stop being a whiny brat, I won’t let you cum at all. Do you understand?”

She nods her head, tears spilling over her lashline. 

“Words, angel, use your words.” He chastises. 

“Yes- Yes Sergeant.” She quavers. “Yes, I understand.” 

His hold on her chin is released and she inhales a shaky breath. When she thinks he isn’t looking, too occupied with stripping off his jeans, she discreetly tries to rub her thighs together. 

She isn’t so lucky. 

As a quiet gasp leaves her lips, his belt cracks down on her thigh. Her once quiet gasp turns into a loud yelp. 

“What did I just say?” 

“I’m sorry!” She wails. “I just wanted to cum!” 

He flips her over onto her stomach and smacks her ass with the belt, leaving a bright red stripe on her flesh. 

She bites down onto the pillow and lets out a cry, the ache in her tummy growing stronger.

“No, I don’t think you do.” The leather cracks onto her skin again and she pulls at her bindings. “Because if you wanted to cum, you wouldn’t be so disobedient.” 

She buries her face in the pillow, muffling her sobs as he continues his assault on her ass, occasionally switching out the leather belt for his metal hand, worsening the sting. 

“I knew you’d like this.” She hears him murmur, swiping a finger through her dripping cunt. “My dirty little thing.” 

He chuckles at her little yelp when he pinches the burning skin. 

“You’re awfully cute, sweet angel.” He coos. “So cute, in fact, I think I’m gonna give you what you want.” 

He pulls her hips up, her upper half sliding down the mattress. 

“Are you going to fuck me?” She asks sweetly, turning her head to look at him. 

“Oh, angel,” He gently pushes her sweaty hair out of her face. “Of course. I think I’ve punished you enough.” 

She winces and pulls at her restraints as he slowly pushes his cock inside. She’s taken him before, but she never really got used to the stretch. 

When he’s fully situated inside of her, he places a strong hand on her back, keeping her still on the mattress. 

“Remember what I said, doll?” He asks. 

“You decide when I cum.” She answers. 

He pulls out halfway and slams himself back inside of her, making her wail.

“Good girl.” 

The way he’s got her positioned allows him to go deeper, each thrust hitting that spot inside of her that would send her toppling over the edge in a few minutes. Normally, this would be a good thing, but now? When she’s so close? Not really. 

She’s no longer holding back on her volume. Her pleading sobs and desperate whines ricochet throughout the room, for sure, waking up the neighbors. 

As she tightens around his cock, she looks out the window, trying to distract herself with the view of the city skyline. 

Her little distraction fails to do anything when he snaps his forward, driving his cock deep into her. 

“Fuck!” She curses through gritted teeth. “I’m close. I’m really close.”

“Hold it.” He huffs. 

“I can’t!” She protests. 

Bucky removes his hand from her back and places it on her tied wrists. 

“Yes, you can. Do you know why?”

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. 

“Because I said so.”

Her mouth hangs open, moaning his name and desperate pleas. 

She’s clenching tightly around him, making him curse. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, angel.” He hangs his head, his hair ticking at her skin. “Gonna make me cum.” 

He lowers his head to her face. 

“You wanna cum? You wanna cum with me?”

She gives him an enthusiastic nod, a quiet ‘yes, please’ spilling from her lips.

“Are you going to be good?”

“Yes, Sergeant.” 

“Gonna misbehave and act out again?”

“No, Sergeant.” 

He grins at her. 

“Good. Good girl. Come on, cum for me.”

The pressure inside of her snaps and she cums with a loud cry, pleasure wracking through her body. 

She feels him release inside of her and she blissfully hums, a fucked out smile forming on her lips. 

“Fuck.” He quietly mutters, carefully undoing the tie on her wrist. 

When her hands are free, he lies down next to her and pulls her close. 

She quietly rests her head on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, nosing at his throat. 

“Thanks.” She giggles, her head all dizzy. 

“For what, doll?”

“For the sex. I really needed it.”

He brings her wrists up to his lips, gently kissing along the red marks. 

“I think we both needed it.”

He turns off the bedside lamp and places a kiss on the top of her head. 

“Come on, doll. Get some sleep. It’s late.” 

Before they drift off to sleep, she quietly speaks up.

“I love you, Bucky.” 

He gives her a kiss on the tip of her nose. 

“I love you too.”

[deanstead]

Always Have Your Back

Pairing: Dean Winchester x WinchesterSister!Reader x Sam Winchester

Request by anon: I was thinking something where they go on a hunt and Sam and Dean are very protective but she convinces them they have to split up. She ends up getting hurt but tries to hide it from them because she thinks they’re gonna be mad but she almost passes out back at the motel from blood loss. Lots of fluff, comfort, and worried brothers, please!

Warnings: angst, mentions of injury, comfort, fluff

A/N: First try at Winchester Sister writings so I hope it turned out well and you like it! Please hit me up in my ask and let me know what you think – should I write more sister fics? This doesn’t really make sense canon-wise but it’s set sometime in the first few seasons of the show (despite the gif)! Hope you guys like it!

*gif not mine*

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You panted as you ran in the direction that you had seen the Skinwalker run off in, its tail slinking around the corner as he ran from you in dog form.

“Y/N, wait!” Dean yelled, running after you, grabbing you and pulling you towards him, around the corner and behind a wall.

“Let’s take a breath, okay?” Dean said, his eyes darting around before he gave Sam a look.

You were so fixated on the hunt that you barely noticed the exchange between your brothers.

“We need to split up.” You stated, swinging your head around.

“What?” Dean snapped, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. You looked up at your oldest brother, internally sighing.

“Dean, we don’t have time to argue.” You said, looking to Sam for support.

Sam pattered his way over, looking around warily. “Y/N, we don’t even know how many of them there are.”

You clutched your gun. “All the more we should split up.”

Dean put up his hands in frustration. “This is crazy, no way.” He shook his head resolutely.

“Dean!” You protested. “If we split up, we can corner them in.” You paused as you looked back at your brothers. “You know I’m right.”

Sam sighed, a sigh you knew meant Sam was giving in so you looked over to Dean again, a determined expression on your face.

“Look, I’ll be fine. I’m a great shot.” You said, “I won’t get hurt, I promise.”

Dean looked to Sam again. Sam put a hand on your shoulder. “If you need help, I don’t care if it’s a clean shot or not, you set your gun off and I’ll be right there, you hear me?”

You rolled your eyes. Your brothers were protective on normal days but when it came to hunts, they got two or three times more protective. It was a wonder you were as normal and independent as you were when you had grown up with them.

You looked back at Dean. “Fine.” He said, against all his instincts.

“Let’s go.” You said, positioning your gun upwards again.

“Wait.” Dean stopped you. “Be safe.”

You wanted to roll your eyes but stopped yourself, reading the expression on Dean’s face. “I know. Don’t worry.”

You patted his arm and turned away.

Both Dean and Sam took a last look at you before they turned away as well. Sam heading upstairs and Dean heading out the door and around the perimeter of the house.

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You crept through the house, the silence seeming to press in on you from all sides.

Your ears were pricked and gripping your gun, you looked around. It was so quiet; you were sure the skinwalker would be able to hear you breathing.

You moved into the living room and you heard a low growl behind you. Your heart sank but you spun around, your eyes scanning the dark room.

That’s when you saw it, moving towards you slowly, an animal that had latched onto its prey.

You ticked your gun upwards at the same time that the skinwalker pounced. You grunted as you fired – one, two, three.

Three shots before you were pushed backwards from the combined force of the gun’s recoil and the force of the skinwalker’s paws hitting your shoulders. You fell with a thud and winced as you felt something pierce through your side as your head hit the floor.

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Sam’s head snapped up as he heard the sound of three shots rip through the air.

“Y/N.” He muttered, not even hesitating now, heading straight towards the sound. Sam held his gun out just to be safe, they weren’t even sure how many of them were in here or around. It made sense that there was more than one, they usually had a pack mentality.

Sam bounded down the stairs taking it twice at a time, his older brother feelers in overdrive.

“Y/N?” He ventured as he reached the bottom of the stairs, angling his gun around the corner as he moved towards the living room where he knew you had headed first. Sam’s eyes fell on the motionless skinwalker, back in its human form, and you trying to climb out from underneath it.

“Y/N!” Sam ran towards you grabbing your upper arms and pulling you towards him.

“About time, Sammy.” You grunted, pulling your foot out from under it and making a face.

“Y/N! Sam! Get down!” Dean’s voice echoed through the house. Sam didn’t even turn to look in Dean’s direction, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down with him, tucking you into him protectively as Dean fired another two shots. And then another two.

By the time you got up again, there were two additional bodies lying motionless in the middle of the room.

“You guys, okay?” Dean asked, his eyes still darting around.

Sam climbed to his feet, helping you up. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, close one.”

Dean shot you a look. “Next time you say it’s a good idea to split up, I’m going to remind you of this.”

You made a face at him as Sam laughed. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Your brothers turned to leave and you turned back to look at the place where you had fallen, kicking the blood-stained fire poker behind the body of the skinwalker that had pounced on you. You opened up your jacket, noticing a small patch of blood seeping through your shirt.

“Y/N! You coming?” Dean yelled.

You swallowed and pulled your jacket around you, just enough to hide the wound but not enough that the blood would seep through. You followed your brothers out the door and climbed into the Impala.

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You looked out the window as Dean drove back to the motel before looking back at your brothers in the front.

“You okay back there?” Dean asked and Sam turned slightly to glance at you.

You smiled. “Just tired.”

“We’ll be there soon.” Dean reassured and you looked back out the window, noticing that you were already on the street the motel was on.

You discreetly looked back down at the red patch on your lower abdomen. You just needed to get to the motel’s bathroom to stop the bleeding without your brothers finding out. They were going to be pissed. Well, Sam was going to be pissed. Dean would be livid. And you hated it when either of them were mad at you, not to mention both of them. So you kept quiet as the Impala turned into the motel carpark.

You climbed out of the car, careful to keep your expression neutral.

Sam foiled your plan for getting to the bathroom first. Damn Sam and his stupid long legs.

You plopped yourself on the couch. “Sam, hurry up!” You yelled, “I’m the one that was under the dead dog.”

You heard Sam’s chortling laughter from behind the bathroom door and rolled your eyes.

Dean chuckled as he sat on one of the beds, pulling out his guns to clean them.

The bathroom door opened, Sam walking out. “All yours, sis.”

You didn’t feel like getting up anymore but you could feel Dean and Sam’s eyes on you so you gritted your teeth and pushed yourself off the couch. Your eyelids felt heavier than just a second ago.

The room felt strange, like it was tilting to one side.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice trying to break through the fog, before you felt your legs give out under you.

“Y/N!” Both Dean and Sam yelled at the same time. Dean shot off the bed towards you as Sam ran towards you, catching you just in time.

“Hey kid, what’s going on?” Dean asked, his hands on your face. “Did something happen on the hunt?”

“I’m fine.” You grunted.

Sam peeled open your jacket and froze.

“Damn, Y/N.” Sam whispered, as he picked you up, quickly bringing you towards the couch. “Dean.”

“Dean!” Sam called again, before Dean started moving, his eyes still worriedly darting to you before he ran to his bag, pulling out the bandages.

“Y/N, hey sweetie, look at me.” Sam spoke as you tried to focus your eyes on him. “Sammy… I’m sorry…”

“Hey hey, shhh…” Sam soothed and you whined as you felt him press down on your abdomen. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t look that deep. We just need to stop the bleeding.” Sam muttered. Dean looked like he was about to say something but Sam shook his head.

“Dean…” You tried to reach out to your older brother as the room continued to spin around you.

“I’m right here, kid. I’m right here.” Dean said.

Sam glanced at Dean. “Hey, Y/N, I have to stitch this up.” You nodded but tightened your grip on Dean. “This is going to hurt, okay?”

“I’m fine.” You said through gritted teeth.

Sam worked, his eyes snapping up to you face now and then but you smiled back at him to reassure him to keep going. Dean’s grip on you was reassuring but he kept silent and you weren’t really comfortable with the silence.

Without saying a word, Dean picked you up, tucking you comfortably onto the bed he had laid claim on not a few hours ago.

“Dean.” You grabbed his arm. “I’m sorry.”

Dean turned back to you. “We had a deal.”

You sighed. “I know I said I wouldn’t get hurt, I’m sorry.”

“That’s not what I was…” Dean furrowed his brows as Sam perched on the other side of the bed, facing you.

“Y/N, tell me that’s not why you didn’t tell us.” Sam said.

You looked down at your hands. Dean sat down next to you. “We’re not mad.” You looked up at Dean and gave him a skeptical look.

“Fine, I’m a little mad.” You looked away. “But not because you’re hurt. You have to tell me if you’re hurt, Y/N.”

You looked up again. “I’m your big brother, I’m supposed to protect you and Sammy.” Dean continued, “How am I supposed to do that if you guys run off by yourself or don’t tell me when you’re in trouble?”

You didn’t say anything. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, before dragging your eyes up to Dean’s. “I just… I…”

“What?” Sam probed, his hazel eyes watching you.

“I need you guys.” You whispered.

Sam furrowed his brow. “What do you mean? We’re right here.”

“I can’t stand the thought of you being mad at me.” You whispered.

Dean moved, tugging you gently into a hug. “I’ll always have your back, okay? We’re family. Even if we get mad at each other, we’ll always have your back.”

“So you’re not going to leave again?” You looked at Sam this time.

“What…”

“It was because of me, wasn’t it? Back then, when you left for Stanford.” You asked.

You still remembered it like it was yesterday. The big fight you had had with Sam, then Sam and Dad had gotten into it and then Sam was gone.

Sam’s eyes widened slightly. “No, Y/N, no way. I’m sorry.” Sam shook his head, “I’m sorry I left but I promise it had nothing to do with you.”

Dean’s eyes snapped up to Sam’s, nodding towards him.

Taking the cue, Sam scooted closer. “I promise I’m not going anywhere, no matter how mad I am.” Sam put an arm around your shoulders, squashing you in between him and Dean.

You had never been more sure of anything in your life – despite the way you guys lived, no permanent home, sleeping in the Impala, all the evil crap you guys saw, you wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

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->"L"

Police! Luka Balsa x Mafia! Reader

Art Header by me (if only I can draw like one of NETEASE’ artists-)

Police/Mafia AU {One-Shot} -> Fluff

Reader's gender -> Female

Note-> Requested by @woofahRuu in Wattpad. Kinda struggled to put gender neutral or female- I feel like I made this one-shot like some sort of drama series- Anyway- Happy Birthday, Luca! 🥺✨✨✨

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“If being this sexy is a crime, you’ll be guilty as charged… Heh ;)”

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{Second P.O.V.}

2 years before things happened, You were a baroness, the wife of an aristocrat. Your marriage was arranged, so you and your husband respected each other as friends more than a couple. Your spouse was decently known by other nobles in Italy, but he unfortunately died in his sleep for mysterious causes... The detectives were still figuring out at that moment. You sometimes wondered if they found anything about it. However, that no longer mattered to you as you tried to cope with sleeping in an empty bed and keeping your house in good shape.

Days after his death, you found out that he left a lot of debts he made with a mafia group. The mafia was known as The Silicians. They broke in your house that night, their boss threatened you to join them to repay the debts or they'll have to kill you in the spot. You decided to choose the first choice, not willing to die you were merely in your 20's.

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"Ah...?"

'An S-Tier assault? What are you planning, Big Bam? Kill me this soon?' You thought as you looked at your boss with a blank look.

You gripped on your gloved arm as you crossed your arms in concerned, you never experienced in taking a very dangerous mission. Your boss, Big Bam, usually took your beauty as advantage to complete low-rank missions. You were not a professional worker, your position was merely to get information from people as you seduce them with your 'lady charms'. You believed that you may get yourself caught by armed enemies.

You couldn't object as you see the mafia boss glaring at you, telling you in the eyes that there were no exceptions. After further instructions, you quickly started preparing everything for the night. The attack will be take place at the Gennaro ballroom, the investigation team of the mafia got plenty of intel to learn that there was a big amount of Euros stored in the building. Your task was to distract the customers and the staff with the other people from the distraction group, as the assault squad sneak in from the roof to take the loot. Big Bam’s subordinates couldn’t get a long with one other, they often treat each other harshly… Including you, unfortunately. At least they cooperate with you decently….

You walked pass through the people with a glass of wine, stopping by to talk to other guests and smile at them charmingly to create a facade. Everyone one was well-dressed for the occasion. You secretly count the people that were near you, until you found men with blue uniforms.

["We have company, there are officers guarding the front, the back, and the roof... They seem to have heard the rumors of a potential assault..."]

A fellow worker that was beside you warned the others silently after she followed your gaze toward the armed men. Getting in is hard, but getting out is even harder...

["We will have to get out of the building with force..."]

The assault squad leader, Naib, whispered firmly through the speaker as he made his way to the secured storage room. You two agreed as he have stopped talking. Your partner, Vera, gave you a serious look as she signed you discreetly "distract them, I'll handle the rest."

You looked at her for a moment but nodded a little, you started to approach the police officers that were near you and greeted them with a lovely smile.

"My... buona notte, gentlemen! How are things going?" You gently questioned the two men.

The first officer was a blonde man with golden eyes, he had stitches on his mouth. He was forming a bright smile, but they don't seem to match his tensed, serious eyes. The other officer was a brunette, he was wearing an eyepatch that has a letter "L" on it. He made a mischievous grin, showing his fang as he sees you approaching them. He observed your figure up and down with his half-lifted eye, as if he was interested in what you were up to. He gave you a smile, along with a light nod as an acknowledgment of your presence.

"We can't assure that there are no threats yet, signora. But the patrolling is going smoothly, for now." The eyepatch officer responded.The blonde man nodded as well.

"I see, thank you for your service, officers." You said as you hold your hands together with appreciation, at a lower angle.

The blonde man seemed to grow a little bit of suspicion, but covered it by giving you a small smile as he lifted his hat from his head lightly and placed it back on his head.

"My name is Luca Balsa, signora. My partner over here is Victor Grantz." The brunette stated as he gestures his police companion.

'Luca Balsa? Victor Grantz? They don't seem to be native in here... Interesting.' You thought as you kept your facade. You tried your best to pronounce their names with your second language, Italian accent internally.

"My name is Elizabetta Gallo. It's a pleasant to meet you, officer Balsa, officer Grantz."

You told them your sobriquet as you bowed gently, attempting to hide your old identity from everyone as possible. Hopefully, there was no one here who often saw you everyday when you used to got out of your house for work.

"Elizabetta Gallo.... You seem familiar from somewhere... Have we met before, May I ask?"

Luca asked as he tried to think where he had seeing you before. You quite jinxed it, but you honestly haven't met Luca before. You are good at hiding your appearance during your missions, so everyone sees you as a 'normal' lady.

"Perdonami, I've never seen you before until now." You replied with a sad smile.

"I see... That's alright, signora Gallo. Forgive for making you linger for too long. I hope you enjoy tonight's ball."

"No no, it's not a burden. I merely want to talk with someone. The other guests are quite busy at the moment to talk to me."

Victor noticed the conversation between the two of you and slowly got out of the circle as he went to do his business, not daring to bother you both. You saw him moving in the corner of your eyes, at least his distance from the two of you was not very far as you could still see him through the crowd. You had to make sure that the officers' attention doesn't shift to the exit Naib was planning to evacuate with the rest of the team.

You felt a beep on your ear and turned to Luca with an apologetic smile.

"Mi scusi, officer Balsa. I have a call to attend to."

Luca responded with a nod and a smile as he looked away. You quickly made your way to a corner were no one was around and attended the shell that was on your ear.

Y/N ["Yes?"]

Naib ["Time to get out of here, go to the rooftop exit. The others are waiting."]

You never expected that the conversation was taking too long... However, why did the others got ahead of you and leaving you last...?

You detained yourself from thinking and quickly moved your feet as you heard a loud bang from behind, screams and gasps beginning to be heard from the ballroom. You made your way upstairs to see helicopters waiting in the rooftop. They were leaving one by one as the last flew a little bit lower, waiting for you to get the ladder that is under it.

"Get in!" Vera exclaimed to you from the helicopter's opened window.

You took out your heels and made a run for it. You were about to jump for the ladder, until you felt strong arms gripping around your small waist. Feeling that they were pulling you away from the helicopter, you gasped out of shock. Your eyes felt heavy as the person hit you in a certain spot from behind. Shooting bullets were beginning to fly towards the helicopters.

"Hold still, signora!" A familiar voice ordered you.

"No!" Vera yelled in dismay as the last helicopter flew away from you.

You were trying to lift your hand towards the sight of the helicopter disappearing slowly. Your vision started to go all black as the person was holding your fainted figure carefully.

_

A blinding light started to shine in front of your face. You slowly opened your eyes as your surroundings seem to dark to know where you are. The only source of light was the lamp that is torturing your poor eyes, showing three silhouettes behind it.

"…Who do you work for?" A voice was heard with an arrogant, impatient tone.

"ANSWER ME!"

The table in front of you was slammed loudly, you slightly jumped at the sudden noise.

"Edgar, I think you're scaring her... She just recently woke up."

A monotone voice was heard from the figure that was next to the person who was yelling at you.

"We need to search for Vic, we still can't start the interrogation without the good cop, bad cop is useless without him- hahaha!"

That voice must be the brunette police you met at the ballroom, and the one who stopped you from escaping.... You can only see their dark figures as your wrists and feet were chained to the chair you were sitting on. You sadly can't cover your vision from the annoying light.

The familiar police's dark figure approached you a little bit, revealing the same uniform from last night as he gave a teasing smile. He didn't seem to show signs of anger nor seriousness.

"Buongiorno, signora. How was your beauty sleep? ;)"

"W-Why am I here...?"

"Don't play dumb, we saw you trying to get in those helicopters that were trying to flee from the crime scene!"

Another figure stepped in from the shadow and walked around the table, revealing another brunette with blue eyes and a bow ponytail. If looks can kill, his glare would al reading have literally burned through your skull. The officer must be 'Edgar', according to the figure who hadn't shown himself yet.

"I won't repeat myself," His voice becomes more colder over the seconds that passed. You could feel the room getting chilly as you look at his crystal eyes.

who do you work for...?"

“….”

"….My apologies, but I’m afraid I cannot tell you." You finally responded blankly as you closed your eyes for a moment. Trying to recollect some of your memories from last night. You’ll get killed by Big Bam if you exposed them and betray them…

Edgar went silent for a moment and leaned on a desk that was near your table.... And he flipped it across the small room.

Which let out a loud, crashing sound.

For a police officer, that man seems to have anger management issues... You sweat dropped internally as you looked at him silently. Luca chuckled at your reaction as he attempted to assure you.

"Do not worry, he's like this to anyone he interrogates. Yet, he never hurts ladies, I swear-"

"Silence is appreciated, Balsa-"

Luca shut his mouth up, but he kept his wide, lazy smile at his companion was still hiding from the shadows. The dark figure approached one of the walls and turned on the lights, revealing his white air and crimson eyes. His face looks tired and passive. Seeing Edgar at the verge of exploding, He began to drag Edgar out of the interrogation room as he consoled the man that Luca will handle you instead.

Luca waved them goodbye and laughed silently. He carefully turned off the lamp that was molesting you, which made you feel quite glad-

"You must be confused why I look so calm about this situation.... Hehehe!"

"... Why?"

As you asked, he stopped laughing for a second. His smile slightly faded as he took a sit across from you. He looked at his hands that were intertwined together in his knees and he looked at you again. As if he attempted to search the right words.

"You once had a husband, right...?"

You widened your eyes slightly, but slowly nodded at him with confusion. You still have no clue what the discussion is leading.

"Your late husband's name is Joseph, the French aristocrat who died in his sleep for unknown reasons..?"

"....!"

By your expression, he already knew your answer.

"I found the reason why."

"What would they be...?"

"...He was committing suicide."

"!!!"

That explains about the pile of debts he couldn't repay, they will only get bigger and bigger... But leaving you behind with all of his responsibilities...? You couldn’t believe it…

You thought he respected you, you thought he was loyal to you as your friend…

As you were thinking about it deeply, you didn’t notice a handkerchief gently rubbing your cheeks as your eyes got blurry. It felt cold as if it got wet. You looked down to see Luca kneeling in front you, as he attempted to wipe the eyeliner stains from your face. He stopped for a moment as he looked at you in the eyes with solemn and care.

“… Where were you all this time,

Y/N Desaulnier…?”

‘That name…’ You failed to stay in your slightly shattered, neutral face as you slowly started to tear up more.

‘That ugly, haunting name…’

Luca was able to hear your breathing itch as you hiccuped. You missed hearing your name very much…

But…

“I-I’m no longer a Desaulnier…”

Luca kept wiping your tears calmly as he attempted to comfort you with a hug and a couple of light pats on your exposed, trembling back. You wished to hug back if only your wrists weren’t chained. As if Luca knew you were facing a lot of danger yourself for a long time, he told you these words:

“Shh… Y/N… Shh..

you’re safe with me.”

___

{One Hour Later…}

“Done with the interrogation, Luka..?” The albino officer, who turned out to be known as Andrew, asked his eyepatch companion as he saw him getting out of the room. He was holding a mug of black tea from his small break time.

Luca nodded and gestured you to get out of the room once you finished calming yourself. You stepped out of the room slowly as you hold Luca’s hand, revealing you with his jacket on your shoulder to provide you warmth.

“We finally found the L/N widow who was missing 2 years ago…

We need to locate The Silician’s whereabouts,

in less than 9 days.”

___

“I still couldn’t get rid of the fact that you were all darn hot that night. Yet, you’re still gorgeous as ever… How come you didn’t got married again?”

“Ah- stop teasing me! ù///ú”

Luca chuckled softly as he adjusted himself in the bed beside you. He leaned his on his arm as he stared at you lovingly. You attempted to button up your gown as you sit in the left side of the bed, despite of feeling flustered under his gaze. You both have gotten together 4 years after Luca and his team successfully arrested Big Bam and his mafia family. It took some time for you to warm up with him and the other police officers that were friends with him. When you got closer enough with each other, that was when Luca finally asked you out and you accepted with a delighted and sincere smile.

“I… I just honestly got busy with the duties and never took interest in anyone…

U-Until I started to get to know you, Luca…”

You finished preparing yourself for bed as you took out your earrings carefully and placed them along with the other sets of earrings Luca bought you for your birthdays. You smiled at the gifts, remembering those lovely memories. As you laid on your bed, Luka wrapped his arms around protectively as he places your head on his chest gently. He nuzzled his chin on your head as he cooed unconsciously through your soft hair.

“I must be very fortunate to meet you, Y/N…”

His statement got you off-guard, but you giggled slightly as you gently punched his chest and embraced him as well.

“No… I am more fortunate to have come to you, Luka…

…I feel more safe when you’re here…”

You closed your eyes. You didn’t want to as you feared that all of these was merely a dream. But feeling Luca’s warm hand rubbing your back in circles reassured you that it was real, so you began to drift off to sleep slowly.

“You’re safe with me, Y/N,

I’ll always make you feel safe.”

[ubemango]

pups oc trying lingerie for the first time and she’s shy and joon is like ;&:$:?M AL);!:!FU(2?/?/NC):)TIOn bc she looks so hawt :3

>//////<

Also no actual sex in this but like very uh. Horny lol. As is wont to happen

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You hate lace. It chafes and doesn’t offer your cooch good ventilation most of the time. But you get an automated email about holiday specials at La Senza, and what’s a little self-care in the form of retail therapy? You’ll sacrifice comfort for the sake of good discount deals, you decide, and before you know it you’ve got an 8-pack of cute pairs of underwear and three colour-complimenting bras shipped to you.

It was Sunny who texted you to sign up for the newsletter. Gets the best deals and the best head, your neighbour/girlfriend since you were toddlers so eloquently explained. It’s actually kind of amazing seeing you go from high school hermit to self-proclaimed cum lover.

(Safe to say you withheld from replying to her for a good seven hours before sending back a very venomous FUUUUUUCCCCCJJJKKKKK YYYOOOOYUUUU!!!!!)

At least she’s nice enough to receive the package discreetly for you because your mom is nosey like that. You spend the day with her in her room, picking which underwear pairs nicely with which bra. And when you ask her which combination would best impress Namjoon, Sunny sits you down on her bed. She stares at you like something very serious has happened, and says:

“You might actually die from dick if you show him this.”

You squirm under her gaze. “What?”

“Oh don’t act so surprised. You tell me so much about how your boyfriend who happens to be massive also likes to make you cry from his pumping and that’s when you’re wearing granny panties,” she explains.

“I do not wear granny panties!”

Sunny pats your shoulder empathetically. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Sunny.” You fall over onto her blankets. “Pick for me, this is too overwhelming.”

“Fine. Seriously if your uterus isn’t absolutely broken after this then I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Sunny!”

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This is how you find yourself at Namjoon’s on a Thursday night trying to fight the urge to rip your fancy underwear out your butt crack while making out.

You both reserve Thursday after work-hours for each other because it’s the only viable schedule option you could agree on. There’s also something really hot about knowing you’ve got one night of the week strictly scheduled for Namjoon and only Namjoon, brain unwrinkling from anything that isn’t the touch or smell of your boyfriend. Putting the world on do not disturb as you indulge in whatever activities you have planned.

Tonight’s plan: getting your uterus destroyed as per the wishes of your dear friend.

Namjoon pins you up against the inside of his door, leaves wet kisses in hurried lines across your throat. Before he can get a sneaky hand up your shirt, you breathe, “Um.”

“Mm?” He sucks on the spot behind your ear. 

“I—um. I kind of? Have something to show you first. Uh. If that’s okay.”

Namjoon moves back, eyebrows shooting up. “Oh. Oh—please don’t tell me you got that buttplug with a tail, I was just joking—“

“No!” You heat thinking about that very interesting conversation you had last pillow talk. “Just—ew. No. You wanna give me a second?”

So you make him wait patiently, sitting at the edge of his bed while you scamper off to the bathroom to get undressed for some pep talk in the mirror, because you promised yourself you wouldn’t be like Bella from Breaking Dawn when she tries to pose for Edward on their honeymoon night in her nightgown and it was awkward and you didn’t want Namjoon to laugh at you even though he wouldn’t do that because he’s a nice boyfriend and fucks you in your granny panties and—

You take a big breath in. Look at your boobs sitting nicely in a shiny bra, the fabric of your cheeky underwear stretched over your hips. You can practically hear Sunny now. You’re a weirdo if you think you’re not sexy. Look at you! So scrumptious! Like a sexy little cupcake. (She earned a slap on her arm for that.)

You walk back to Namjoon’s door, and steel yourself.

“I’m coming in now,” you say. You open the door and slot yourself inside against it, trying to fight the urge to make yourself as small as possible so that he doesn’t see, but. He sees, alright.

He doesn’t say anything though. Just keeps his eyes staring a little too long at your cleavage. You swear you see his knuckles twitching.

After another ten seconds of silent ogling, Namjoon starts with: “Please—” his voice cracks— “please come sit. On me. Or my face. Or whatever you want. Oh my god. Come here fast.”

“You like it?” Your feet patter against the floor quickly to make a home out of his lap. “I feel weird.”

“Good weird?”

“Like. Do you think I’m hot?” You whisper.

“I know you feel my boner right now,” Namjoon whines. “Of course I do.”

“Because Sunny thinks I’m obsessed with your cum and that made me feel weird.”

He snorts, tracing the patterns of the lace on top your ass. “I mean—is that such a bad thing?”

“Of course you’d say that, it’s your jizz,” you justify.

“Yeah but I jizz for you, it’s different. Anyway you’re distracting me,” Namjoon says, burying his face in your tits. “One second from busting. Let me eat you out first.”

You don’t refuse. 

When you text Sunny after fucking for two hours, it’s a picture of an ice pack resting on your crotch.

[thebadboyfanclub]

I Got You (Napoleon x Reader)

This is the third time i’m trying to post this fucking thing, tumblr won’t let the posts I do from my laptop under search results but they will show posts I do from my phone. Anyways, enjoy!

“This better be worth it Waverly”

“Ohhh (y/n) dear trust me it will. Let me introduce you to your new colleagues”

As she walked in the room with one big desk and a few chairs, three of them were occupied by two men and one woman, probably in her 20s. Her eyes however focused on one particular man.... The man that was one of the reasons you thrived in the illegal field.

“This is Miss Gaby Teller, the most important person in this case, next to her is mister Illya  Kuryakin, her supposed fiance and-”

“Napoleon Solo. The thief”

She bitterly interrupted Waverly, he was of course aware of (y/n)’s past with Napoleon, it was one of the reasons he requested her to join this case, keeping from her that piece of information of course. 

“(y/f/n), you’ve grown up”

“you got old”

“Right, now that everyone knows each other, (y/n) please take a seat and i’ll explain the plan”

As she took a seat from the other side of the table, directly in front of Napoleon, she tried to focus on Waverly and ignore Napoleons intense stare that almost drilled a hole on the side of her head.

“Ok, so since Illya is here to be the love interest for Gaby and Napoleon is here to just get some Italian legs in the air, what am I here for?”

“You dear (y/l/n), you will be portraying miss Brigitte Richard, an heir to the Richard well know Cigar, he is a close friend of mine and graciously agreed to take his daughters name”

“Won’t they know what his daughter looks like?”

“His daughter has been kept away from the public eye and she had transferred in Britain during high school, that’s also where she went to College and recently decided to stay there. I will give you a file of hers to study. Your goal is to get close to Victoria vinciguerra during the event, maybe even seem interested in mister Solo, of course for show, nothing more”

“Of course, everything is only just for show when it has to do with Napoleon”

-

(Y/n) was dressed in her best attire, her long red dress that hugged her waist so beautifully, of course some silver diamond earrings on her ears and her hair up in a perfect updo, her heels were comfortable at least, but if she had to run the dress would not hold for long until it gives a show to anyone around her, she prays that it didn’t have to happen, or she would be royally screwed,

“Miss Richard , your father was right you do have your mothers eyes”

What a fool, she thought, this is who she was hiding from? a woman that complimented her for the resemblance in her eyes.... she wasn’t even close to being related to this people. However, on the outside, she smiled brightly at the tall blonde lady

“Thank you so much, god rest her soul she at least she was generous enough to pass them down to me, my dads brown eyes are great but a tad bit boring don’t you think?”

The blonde gave a tight lip smile to her comment. Of course, if she knew that her real parent had never seen this type of luxury, the lady wouldn’t even spare a glance.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, Victoria Vinciguerra”

“Brigitte Richard, my father made sure to keep me away from all of... this, he wanted his kids to be humble”

“I’m really sorry for your brother”

“It’s alright, I miss him but... c’est la vie”

(Y/n) had almost swallowed the file Waverly had given her, she even looked into the cigar company, just in case anyone asked questions. As the two ladies kept talking, she started hearing commotion,she turned her head  towards the direction it was coming from and saw one familiar man falling to the ground.

“What is going on over there?”

“Excuse me dear”

Victoria started walking towards him and of course (y/n) followed. When they finally reached the crowd that was already forming a circle around him, there he was fanning himself the invitation dramatically, in true Napoleon fashion. (Y/n) kissed her teeth in annoyance, he was supposed to discreetly blend in, not cause a god damn ruckus the minute he walks in.

“Thank you, Thank you”

“I wonder what they do to people without invitations”

That is when she decided to take actions. She weaseled her way out of the crowd and kneeled in front of him to his level, offering her glass of champagne to him.

“Are you alright sir?”

“Yes, thank you very much Darling”

“I’m Victoria Vinciguerra, she is (y/f/n). I do believe an apology is in order. I’ll take it from here”

You helped him get up on his feet and took two steps to lean in and talked to her.

“of course miss Vinciguerra... next one is mine”

She giggled as she walked away in triumphant. To be frank the rest of your job was to keep an eye on these two, yet she could still say she completed the most important part.What she didn’t expect was the growing fire in the pit of her stomach that was directed to Victoria, looking at her talking to Napoleon so nonchalantly made her teeth hurt and her breasts ached with rage.

“It’s such a lovely day to be so pouty miss”

“Well sir... there is nothing really here for me to smile about”

“Not even me?”

“I think I am better off being the reason for someone to smile”

“Roberto  Russo, charmed”

“Brigitte Richard”

Roberto was a handsome man, tall, light brown hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, full lips and extremely well dressed, no doubt he knew his way around women and money. What a better distraction and cover up than him?

What (y/n) had not calculated was Napoleon picking up at her “strategic” flirt and filling like punching the hell out of this pretentious little Italian boy that grew up spending daddy’s money. He restrained himself from walking over to her and taking her hand, guiding her away from everyone, keeping her all to herself.

“I saw you were talking to my aunt”

“Oh you are related to Victoria?”

“Yes, my dad is her brother. I actually haven’t spoken to her today, come with me?”

“How could I ever refuse?”

As he offered his arm she smiled and linked hers with his, walking over with her head held high as they got close to Napoleon and Victoria

“My dearest Roberto, how are you?”

she kissed her nephew at both of his cheeks and yet no smile was shown. She really was cold, Roberto however smiled brightly, feeling excited to show his knew “catch” to his aunt.

“I’m doing well... who might he be?”

“Jack Devinsky, Nice to meet you”

Roberto looked at Napoleon up and down, almost well not almost... judging him harshly. Napoleons sure looked rich but there were levels to how rich you were, especially when men judged one another.

“Roberto Russo. Well... aunt Victoria may I occupy you for a minute”

“Of course, anything for my nephew”

“It will only take a minute dear”

“I am counting”

She replied at him, he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss as he stared directly in her eyes, winking at her as she left her with Napoleon. They stood there in awkward silence for a few moments, they haven’t really spoken since the case started, (y/n) made sure to avoid him.

“You look stunning if that isn’t obvious”

“Thanks”

She said dryly. She barely even looked him in the eye, all she could see was that damn night, the night she lost everything, the night her heart shuttered, the night he showed her all the cruelty of the world he always talked about.

“You are mad at me”

“Do you blame me?”

“No, it still upsets me though”

“That sounds like a personal issue to me”

-

The event was a success. which meant (y/n) could finally relax and wear her pajamas, pour a drink for herself and lounge in the couch her room had. She still wore his necklace, the gold star necklace he had bought her way back when... she took the charm in her hands and felt the cold metal.

How much more could she take with him around? it took her so much time to heal and now here he was again, scratching the wounds she had closed up all by herself. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a knock at her door. She got up to answer it and was met with the man of the hour.

“Napoleon”

“May I come in?”

She sighed before stepping aside to let him in. Even when all she wanted was to punch him in the face, her heart took over her and let him walk into her room and her life once again, even when she had swore to take revenge when she saw him again.

“What do you want?”

“To talk”

“About what?”

She was well aware she was snapping at him, could you blame her? He had swore to protect her, help her when she had nothing and no one, taught her everything and then one night she came home to find all his belongings missing... and that damn letter tore her apart, she didn’t sleep for days, she waited for him to return for months and yet he never did.

“(Y/n) I know-”

“YOU KNOW NOTHING

”her voice booming through the entire room, it was like a glass of emotions was overflowing, threating to spill and make a mess. He saw the pain in her face, her lower lips trembling, her hands forming fists... still what caught his eye was one thing, the necklace. She was wearing his necklace, after all these years she didn’t throw it away. He took a breath through his nose before continuing.

“(y/n) you have every right to be upset-”

“Damn right I do”

“Will you just listen?”

“listen to what Napoleon?! What?!What?!What?!”

Next thing that was heard was her glass smashing at the wall, Vodka dripping down and small pieces of glass going everywhere. Napoleon was shocked, he should have known this wouldn’t be easy, he had wanted to reach out to her over the years, he had even went through with finding her, yet every time he chickened out last minute and walked away from it. Now, here she was in pain, yelling and smashing things... she had become his enemy

“I’m sorry”

“You are sorry? Sorry? for what Napoleon? for leaving me? for doing it in such cruel way? for lying to me?”

“I never lied”

“You swore to me that you loved me, that you... cared”

There it was, tears. She couldn’t even control it, as her voice cracked and the waterfalls started, she didn’t also want to cover them, she wanted him to see what he had done... to hell with being the bigger person. He wanted to hug her, comfort her, make her feel loved but now all he could do was to try and reason with her.

“I had to leave”

“Why? What could possibly be the reason... money? paintings? women?”

“You know I would never cheat on you”

“Oh yeah, cause leaving our house in the middle of the night is so much better”

She tried wipe away her tears, silence falling between them once again. As a way to calm and hide her emotions, she kneeled and started picking up pieces of glass, her back turned to him. Napoleon went to her side and even when he wanted to pick her up and kiss her, he controlled his desire

“(Y/n) stop, you’ll cut yourself”

“I’m fine Napoleon”

“(Y/n) the maid can do it”

“I said I’m- FUCK”

a piece of sharp glass had cut her as she accidentally gripped it a bit too hard. Napoleon saw the blood and got up immediately to find some tissues, while (y/n) got on her feet and brought her hand close to her chest, closing it to a fist as a way to stop the pain. When Napoleon approached she turned her back once again

 “I said I’m fine”

“(Y/n) you are bleeding, let me care for you”

She had started crying again. As she turned around and opened her hand to him Napoleon gently placed the tissues on the wound, dabbing away the blood carefully.

“Why did you leave?”

“I thought I was protecting you, a way to keep you away from all of the things I was doing”

“Yet... here we are”

He looked up at her. Her lower lip was in between her teeth, tears freshly running down, her beautiful eyes were now red and puffy, her nose was running and he still found her heavenly.

“You kept the necklace”

“I tried throwing it away, or ponding it... I couldn’t find the courage... it’s too pretty”

“I tried coming back to you... multiple times”

“Why didn’t you do it?”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t”

She finally kept eye contact with him, getting lost once again in those ocean blue eyes, the eyes she looked at when they were laying naked on their bed, the eyes that looked at her when she woke up. With his one hand Napoleon slowly reached over and wiped a few tears with his thumb

“You are too pretty to cry over me”

“I missed you Napoleon”

She whispered looking down on the ground in embarrassment. She was everything he ever wanted, a woman that loved him and had his back and he tossed that all away, his intentions were pure yet the damage was gigantic. He hesitated for a minute, before taking her in his arms for a hug, her head nuzzling on his neck as she held on to him for the first time in what felt like centuries. Napoleon kissed her head, smelling her shampoo that was always the same, lavender.

“I missed you too munchkin”

She giggled at the nickname. Napoleon had met her when she was struggling to survive, she was this delicate little thing that looked everyone with kind eyes, yet once he got to know her he saw the passion, the fire, the potential she had to become something great, he didn’t want all that potential to go on illegal things that could possibly get her in jail or worse kill her. So from the beginning of the relationship he called her munchkin.

“Will we be alright?”

“I got you munchkin, I got you”

[justanotherlifeff]

If you're not comfortable with this, it's okay to skip. Aizawa has feelings for an "old soul" type of student in her last year at UA (so they're 18), but doesn't want to act on it for obvious reasons. She's had a crush on him since day 1 but respects him too much and doesn't want to get him in trouble. He shadows her on her first real mission and she gets hit with a quirk that makes her horny af, and is a poison that can only be expelled via lots of sex, so he has to "help" her or she'll die.

Urges

Hehehehe guess who's also 18 and a simp for Aizawa sensei? 😏😏😏

Warning: NSFW, Smut, age gap, Teacher-Student stuff

Guilty was one way to put how Aizawa felt when he found himself checking you out yet again in class. You were the embodiment of perfection. You were smart, matured, quiet, you liked cats as much as he did, and ofcourse, you were the mom friend to all the rowdy students in his god forsaken class. Yes, that exactly was the only thing holding him back (besides the huge age gap). You were his student. Sure, you weren’t one of the big 3 in your class like Mirio, Nejire and Tamaki because your quirk wasn’t as strong as theirs. However, you were infact the one in class to get top grades in tests. Infact, you even helped Aizawa grade papers since you somehow understood the barely legible handwriting of some of the people in this class. You were this little ball of sunshine, bringing a bento for the students who always forgot to bring any, keeping everyone out of trouble, tutoring anyone who you felt was having a hard time studying... Hell, it seemed like your schoolbag had everything that a person could need in it. Anyone forgot a pen? Ask (Y/N). Anyone forgot their umbrella? Ask (Y/N). Anyone forgot to even bring themselves to school? ASK (Y/N) CAUSE SHE'LL PERSONALLY TAKE THEIR NOTES HOME AND GIVE THEM A LECTURE ABOUT MISSING CLASS unless they are sick. In that case, she'll take a bento full of healthy food. The entire class saw (Y/N) as this motherly figure who pretty much dealt with their problems on a daily basis with a smile. Aside from your extreme maturity, you were extremely creative beyond your age. When Present Mic was struggling to make the class read basic Shakespeare, you were already quoting Jane Austen's pride and prejudice, something that was not even in the syllabus. Needless to say, you shared various intellectual conversations with Aizawa while the two of you graded papers as the grumpy man also happened to have an interest on literature. While your friends went out to do random shit together, you were the one staying back home because ofcourse, messing around in random amusement parks wasn’t your thing. You liked staying in the background like an adult, watching the kids have their fun and guiding them. Could you really blame Aizawa for falling in love with you?

Then again, you were his student. That made all the perfects imperfections because he shouldn’t be looking at you this way. Little did he know that his feelings weren’t one sided. You had a crush on your teacher ever since you stepped into UA. Did you feel guilty about it? Yes, yes you did. Did you ever think of confessing to him? No, no you didn't. You were okay with loving him from a distance because you knew that you would only create trouble for him if you were to come out about your feelings. However, you couldn’t help but show that you cared through certain gestures. You'd go out of your way to help him grade papers so that he would get a few extra hours of sleep. Every morning, you'd buy an extra cup of coffee or his favorite jello drink for him on your to school just to make his day more tolerable. You never expected him to return your feelings, however. He was your teacher after all. This was wrong after all.

Things were going fine to be honest. Both of you admired eachother from afar, knowing that confessing wouldn’t lead to anything good either way. That was until you were sent on a mission for your work studies. Your employer was busy with a different mission and your quirk was compatible against the villain you had to capture which is why, you were sent alone, much to Aizawa's displeasure. It wasn’t that he didn't believe in you because he did. He knew that you were strong but you were still a student. You didn’t have the experience that a pro hero had and they didn't even consider the fact that there may be unprecedented situations. Hence, he found himself staring at you more than often, trying to memorize every inch of you visible to him so that if something goes wrong he'd atleast... No. Nothing was going to go wrong. Not when he had something to do about it.

Hence, after class was over, Aizawa found himself following you discreetly, making sure that you didn't notice him. Aizawa was excellent at hiding his presence since that was the type of hero he was, which is why, you had no clue that he was following you. You followed the plan laid out by your employer flawlessly and almost caught the villain until a second party decided to show up. Aizawa recognized the other villain from his hiding spot. She had been wanted for quite long time however, before Aizawa got out of his hiding place to aid you, the villain had already used her quirk on you. Now that Aizawa had to choose between going after the escaping villains or checking on you, he did the latter since that's what a doting teacher who totally didn't have feelings for a certain student would do.

You were panting on the ground, your hands gripping the fabric of your hero costume near your thighs tightly as you were avoiding Aizawa's gaze. "(L/N), are you alright? How do you feel?" Aizawa asked you, worried. You tried to answer to him but you only managed to let out a patheric whimper. Only if you could stop how horny his voice was making you... Your whimper suddenly reminded the erasure hero of the certain villain's quirk. Cupping your face with one hand to make you look at him, he met with an extremely flushed expression from you along with lust blown eyes. The view before him did nothing but create a certain straining inside his pants. The villain's quirk made people horny, he recalled. Not having sex would make their body overheat and cause a complete organ failure, he remembered.

"S-sensei... I can't... I'm sorry..." you half whimpered half moaned as you hugged your teacher, desperate for any form of touch at this point. You couldn’t help it. His musky scent was way, way morr prominent to you now and your body was betraying your mind relentlessly. "Shhh (L/N)... It's gonna be alright. We need to get out of this alley first though..." Aizawa muttered, a small amount of pink dusting his cheeks. He was at loss on what he should do at this point. He knew that there was no other way out of it without you having sex at some point. Was he okay with you doing the deed with someone else all while he was aware of it? A selfish part of him told him that no, he wasn’t okay with it. Honestly, this was the perfect opportunity for him to get a taste of you. If things got out, he could tell everyone that he did it to save you. If you didn't return his feelings, this would be that one chance at ravishing you.

Shouta Aizawa was a good teacher and an honourable man at most parts. However, he didn’t hesitate in being selfish when his actions clearly wouldn’t hurt anyone. Which is why, he took you to his home. On his way, in the cab he hired, he explained the quirk of the villain to you. You tried staying normal as you constantly held hid hand, squeezing tightly as your horniness only increased drastically. By the time you reached his home, your legs were shaking and you could barely walk. Aizawa helped you walk into his apartment, avoiding picking you up since that would look awkward in public. By the time you were in his living room, your legs completely gave out as you were engulfed by his scent, the feeling of his touch messing you up.

"Sensei... I'm sorry.. Please... I can't take this anymore... Help me please...." you whimpered into his chest, hiding your embarassed face from him as the two of you sat on the ground. You knew things would never be the same between you and your beloved teacher anymore. Hell, he'll probably hate you for this. You were scared. Very scared. On the other hand, Aizawa was turned on beyond belief. Your soft whimpers, ragged breathe was just as good as he had imagined for months and more. He couldn't keep his hands off you any longer. He didn't intend to either. "I'm sorry, (L/N). I'll help you. I know you probably wouldn’t want me in normal circumstances but you don't have to talk to me again if this ends up making things awkward for you." Aizawa muttered to you soothingly before kissing you, making you lose all control as soft moans elicted from your mouth into his. Your clothes were taken off skillfully and fast as Aizawa touched your twitching groins. A rather loud moan escaped your mouth at that making Aizawa smirk. 'How cute...' he thought as he proceeded to enter a finger into your sopping pussy. However, your reaction to that was not quite expected. You flinched and held him tightly, biting your lips. He immediately took his finger out only to find blood coating it.

"You're a virgin?" Aizawa asked with a grimace. You were always popular among the class thanks to your maturity and he assumed that you had some experience. "Yeah... I've been waiting..." you gasped at the lack of his fingers. "I'm sorry, (L/N). I wish I could avoid this because this must be something very special to you and..." Aizawa was contemplating his decisions but you stopped him with a teary smile. "I was waiting for you... Please take me... I'm so happy now..." you told him, surprising him. These mere words made him feel as if his entire body was on fire as he kissed you furiously, gently easing his fingers back into you, waiting for you to adjust. His passionate kiss distracted you from the pain as he made you sit on his lap comfortably while you wrapped your hands around his neck. Just when you started bucking your hips towards his hands, he started pumping his finger in and out of you, adding an extra finger with time and stretching you out as fast as possible so that he could move to the main event.

"Let's take this to the bedroom shall we, (Y/N)?" Aizawa asked you with a lazy smirk as he looked at your disheveled self. You already had an orgasm from his fingering since he surprisingly was rather skillful in this department. You only gave him a lustful gaze as he picked you up only to place you on his bed moments later. "I need you... Please sensei..." you whispered to him, making him harder than he had ever been in his entire life. "God you're so cute..." Aizawa hissed as he unbuckled his pants only to reveal his huge length, precum dripping from the tip. Taking a box of condoms from the drawer of the bedside table and putting the condom on hurriedly, Aizawa positioned himself over your entrance as he rubbed his length on you a few times making you squirm before entering you in one go making you yelp in pleasure and pain. He tried his best to stay still, letting you adjust to his length but damn it was hard since your insides were squeezing him so deliciously, almost making him lose his sanity. However, Aizawa was a patient man and he would never hurt you. Just as you began to move around under him, trying to grind against him, he started moving. While Aizawa was a patient man, the way your pussy made him feel could break even the most patient man in the world. Hence, Aizawa just couldn’t help it but pound into you for dear life. While it hurted you slightly at the begining, in a few moments, you started to enjoy it just as much as he did. Your legs were wrapped around his hips as you marked his shoulders with your nails while you moaned loudly much to Aizawa's delight. A string of incoherent words escaped your mouth including something similar to "please sensei" and "more", which only increased Aizawa's determination on pleasuring you. His mission to make you a blabbering mess was infact successful since at the end of it all, you just went through your third orgasm for the day, you were drooling as your eyes were rolled back. You could barely speak as you moaned loudly, not aware of how loud you were being. At this point, Aizawa was chasing his own orgasm and he had to say, your state infront of him made sure that he was close, very close.

When Aizawa finally had his orgasm, he could say that this was the best sex he ever had in his entire life. Your overstimulated body laid under him, completely exhausted and panting while he laid beside you trying to catch his own breathe. That's when it all hit him like a brick. He fucked his student. Someone who probably told him that she was waiting for him only because of the effects of the quirk. What if you regretted it now? How could he show his face to you again? As if you were reading his mind, he felt you cuddle up to him with a shy smile on your face. Wrapping an arm around you, Aizawa asked with a stoic expression, hiding the insecurities inside him, "(Y/N), did you mean it when you told me that you were waiting for me?". It seemed as if the question made you even shyer than you were already as you hid your face on his chest and he didn't know what to make of it. "I had a crush on you ever since you stepped into the classroom for the first time in my first year and it only grew. I never told you because I didn't want to be a bother or get you in trouble. I understand if you don't return my feelings." you answered, your voice sounding rather sad. "(Y/N), I feel the same way. The only problem is, you're my student. Would you be okay with me taking you out after you graduate?" Aizawa asked you in a soft tone. You looked up at him, surprise and adoration lacing your face. "I... Ofcourse sensei..." you answered with a blush. "It's Shouta for you when we're alone, kitten. Except maybe in bed cause you look absolutely sinful when you're calling me 'sensei' " Aizawa smirked at you making you blush and hide your face on his chest yet again.

"Shouta? Remember when you asked me out?" you asked your husband as you looked at the album in your hand as you sat on his lap on a rainy afternoon. "Hmm... We had good sex that day..." Aizawa muttered lazily as he took a sip from the cup of coffee in his hand. "Huh? That's all you remember?" you pouted. How could he not remember the extremely romantic cuddling session afterwards? "Mhhm... Would it be weird if I said that it was kinda hot that you were my student back then?" he asked with a lazy smirk. It was both of your day off and somehow, the weather was extremely romantic at the same time. That was until your husband decided to act like a pervert and ruin the mood.

"You really are a perverted old man you know..."

"And yet you still love me, kitten"

[Author's note: Guess I kinda went overboard huh...👀. Alright, so I REALLY appreciate long asks with more description cause they are SO FUN TO WRITE cause they give me a better idea on how to write the fic. This was my most favorite ask so far tbh]

[appleflavoredkitkats]

dream smp war 2 updates

doing a second chain post! i thought it would be appropriate if i did since it seems like there’s a new era of wars coming our way. 

(this post will keep updating by reblogged additions, so feel free to save this post somewhere or follow me to check for new updates every now and then!)

and ya’know, i thought wouldn’t be able to do this, but i realize that where else am i gonna infodump but here? so yea. here i go again.

(if you wanna check the first dream smp war post-war updates, it’s here!)

without further ado, time to explain whatever the heck just happened last stream! timeline of events might be funky because a lot of things happened, but i’ll try my best to at least mention everything that went down in the streams.

wilbur, tommy, tubbo, eret, quackity, and a confused hbomb’s stream - september 22

summary: schlatt and quackity win presidency, tommy and wilbur are exiled, some friends have become traitors, some foes have become allies, and technoblade joins the game.

the first streams that came from this honestly were very calm. legit the calm before the storm. tubbo was hanging out with niki, eret, and hbomb and eret reveals to tubbo that his first pufferfish that was stolen by fundy was actually in eret’s possession all along. eret gladly returns the beloved pufferfish to tubbo, and they rename it back to it’s original name “phukkit”.

then, everyone begins going in the server as each campaign stands on the podium waiting for the event to begin. wilbur, tommy, and tubbo first stray away from the group for a bit to watch l’manberg one last time. tubbo introduces to them his secret bunker in the lake for them to seek refuge just in case pog2020 loses. inside the bunker’s chests are some freshly brewed potions for wilbur and tommy to use in the future.

tubbo then brings tommy to the benches outside tommy’s little house and they play one more music disc together. here, tubbo gifts tommy the pufferfish he just gained earlier today, and tommy promised to treasure it dearly.

now, the event begins, and wilbur begins announcing the results. luckily, everyone is here this time. in last place is coconut2020. a funny thing about this is that fundy actually committed tax fraud and got around 100,000+ votes to be counted in the google form just from coding some bot to vote for them. in third place is schlatt, in second is quackity, and pog2020 wins the number one vote.

here’s where the plot twist happens: quackity and schlatt apparently agreed to combine their votes if pog2020 doesn’t win. therefore, quackity and schlatt got 47% of the votes as pog only got 46%, making schlatt and quackity the shared president of l’manberg. tommy protests to these decisions, but wilbur accepts it with ease, and the two merely step down the podium in shame as they watch schlatt take a speech.

schlatt went on full dictator mode-- the first decree he signed as president is to revoke wilbur and tommy’s presence in l’manberg, exiling them. tommy was confused at first before wilbur demanded him to run to the bunker. schlatt immediately conducts a search party for him, electing tubbo as his right hand man to personally hunt the two down. obviously, tubbo would do it hesitantly, and he doesn’t actually get to meet the two in the bunker at all.

a lot of the nation was quite torn from the election results. quackity and george seem to be supportive of schlatt, niki, tubbo, and eret seem to despise schlatt, and fundy and jack seem to just blindly support him as well despite being l’manbergians. punz, ponk, and hbomb were there as well, but it was quite difficult to know who they were siding with since they kinda just got pushed around by everyone at the end.

using invisibility potions, wilbur and tommy escape the bunker to go somewhere in the forest to find their new home. they find a nice hill to make a small house in, and they later name this new nation “pogtopia”. they run into some conflicts though as wilbur and tommy forget to bring an enderchest with them, and they need some of the materials in them now if they want to build up a defense.

and then, in the middle of nowhere, techno tweeted:

wilbur claims he doesn’t want to trust techno right away because he was american, but they do consider having him as an ally later on.

firstly, let’s get back to l’manberg. upon schlatt’s request, the walls of l’manberg are being torn down. i heard somewhere that this might’ve been done thanks to fundy’s suggestion, but i’m not sure. everyone complies, and wilbur and tommy visit l’manberg one last time before it gets taken apart. as they watch fundy and tubbo tear down the wall, wilbur sings the l’manbergs national anthem. (the wall also eventually gets expanded past l’manberg, but i’m not sure how far they’ve built it)

speaking of fundy, fundy’s kind of in a weird place right now. he seems to unhesitantly side with schlatt in this election, and allows his policies easily as if he didn’t care about anyone else in l’manberg. knowing this, wilbur actually disowns fundy. it wasn’t in front of him, but he does say that he is extremely hurt by him in front of techno and tommy.

before i talk about the rescue of techno, we gotta go back to quackity and schlatt for a bit. quackity actually caught tommy visiting his place to get an enderchest, but i believe he doesn’t tell schlatt about it. quackity is quite interesting because while he does believe in some of the policies schlatt believes in, he also believes that schlatt is taking this dictatorship too far. even he thought exiling tommy and wilbur was a big deal, and he aims to be the voice of reason to be able to change schlatt’s mind about his policies. moreover, he wants to discuss matters with tommy and wilbur as well to get on their side too, but wilbur doesn’t wanna talk to quackity because, fourth wall break, he believes they’re progressing far into the story too much if they do, and honestly, valid reason lmao.

do note that quackity is trying his best to tear down schlatt’s evil dictatorship. he’s secretly been advocating for niki and is helping her escape schlatt’s grasp when she needs it, and he eventually talked to schlatt near the end of the stream to be more mindful of quackity’s opinions because without him, schlatt wouldn’t have won. there’s some toxic relationship plot device being used here between schlatt and quackity, and i’m interested to see how this will all play out.

back to tommy and wilbur, they call techno and actually consider his help. tommy says he will run back to spawn and tell him when to join so that he can bring him to their secret base. eret tries to help them and supply them with goods, but tommy and wilbur refuses his help profusely. finally, when tommy reaches spawn, techno joins, and my god, all the three streams i watched just went “TECHNOBLADE????” all at once. 

on schlatt’s end, he claims that techno’s arrival was part of schlatt’s plan all this time. on the other hand, techno claims he’s only here for wilbur and tommy. i fully believe techno would be with wilbur and tommy, but of course, i can never be sure. just don’t discount the possibility of a traitor!techno happening sometime soon.

even if ponk tried to kill techno and tommy as they tried to escape, tommy was able to kill ponk before techno got hurt. they eventually arrived to pogtopia, and there, wilbur declares that he will be a different man from what they know of him pre-election. i’m thinking there’s going to be more violence surrounding the war, and also some strategic planning. they want to get tubbo as a secret agent for them to tear schlatt and quackity apart, eventually leading to the downfall of the dictatorship. niki might also be someone crucial here because she and wilbur have been exchanging messages secretly, so there’s going to be some niki action too.

then, schlatt makes another announcement. after the walls have been torn down, he declares l’manberg gets a new name-- manberg. niki protests, and wilbur and tommy and rightfully disgusted, but schlatt wasn’t going to do anything about it.

everyone in pogtopia, before they can stack up on some resources, have to go back to the dream smp because they comedically have to get a visa for one day for when ninja joins the minecraft server. they were greeted peacefully (and techno steals some potatoes!!!), and it was definitely fun to see so many people in the server all at once. evetually, schlatt does grant them the visa, and they leave. they talk to tubbo one last time, and tubbo warns them about techno being allegedly “paid” by schlatt to betray tommy and wilbur. tommy regards it for now, but after that, they leave to return to pogtopia.

in pogtopia, they begin mining for resources. in the ravine they found below their base, tommy found a strip mine that leads EXACTLY BACK to his bunker. this will be used for a secret passage for them just in case they discreetly want to return to the dream smp.

this is kinda where the main plot stuff ends for wilbur and tommy’s streams, but in eret’s stream, apparently he and bad found pogtopia. they find techno silently, gifting him with potatoes, and leaving promptly after.

on quackity’s end, he’s really trying to convince schlatt to become more open-minded about this entire presidency. there’s some real tension going on between these two, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if they break it off for quackity to join pogtopia. it really seems like they’re hinting it to become that way.

now, it seems like everything’s done, but nope. on eret’s stream, fundy single handedly burned down the l’manberg flag that niki built. FUNDY BETRAYAL AND ERET REDEMPTION ARC. niki is LIVID at fundy, but she wasn’t able to talk to him as he left the server immediately. we don’t know what fundy’s true intentions are, but it’s assumed that he’s siding with schlatt for now. eret at least tells niki they’ll try to rebuild it with concrete so it can’t be destroyed.

JUST AS ALL THIS SHIT CONCLUDES, SAPNAP JOINS. he only joins so he can catch up with everything he missed. eret and niki explain everything to him, and sapnap says he will have to talk to dream about this. he then leaves afterwards.

conclusion: BE HYPED. BE HYPED FOR PLOT. SHOW YOUR APPRECIATION TO THE ENTIRETY OF THE DREAM SMP FOR THIS AMAZING PLOT. DON’T SEND THEM HATE; MAKE CONTENT FOR IT INSTEAD. these people probably worked hard improv-ing/making plots for these, so show your love and appreciation for them!!!!!

[olivemac]

heartbeat | chapter five | b.b.

Summary | When Steve Rogers asks Kate Stark to find the Winter Soldier, she gets too involved.

Notes | Captain America: Civil War re-write, essentially. Starts just after the events of CA: Winter Soldier.

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x fem!oc, Bucky Barnes x Stark!oc

Genre | romance

Rating | explicit

Story Warnings | mild angst, fluff, romance tropes, so many romance tropes, coarse language, alcohol use, canon-typical violence, smut (m/f), oral sex (f&m receiving), 18+ ONLY

Chapter Warnings | canon-typical violence, cheeeeeeese factor, mentions of alcohol, mild language

Citation | Russo, J., & Russo, A. (2016). Captain America: Civil War. Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures.

Translations:

Ich will dich küssen. = I want to kiss you.

Bitte. = Please.

A/N #1 |The only German speaker in my house is my husband, but I didn't have him check the translations because they're so short. So, if they're wrong, blame Google.

A/N #2 | I've been working to update this story daily, but last night I accidentally deleted my work on the last two chapters. I tried everything I could to recover it, but it looks like I'll be rewriting them. So, no update for a couple of days, at least. And send me positive vibes because I'm going insane over it. Haha.

master list | AO3 link

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In Vienna, Steve's just finished a call with Natasha when his phone buzzes with a text from Kate. He hasn't heard from her in months, maybe a year. He frowns.

911. Call me. I found him.

Kate picks up on the first ring. "I'm sending you coordinates. He didn't do this," she says before Steve can get a word in.

"How do you know?" Steve asks.

She pauses, then says, "I've been with him in Bucharest for eight months."

Steve sighs and pushes his sunglasses up a bit so he can massage the bridge of his nose. He can feel a headache coming on. "Sit tight. I'll be there soon," he tells Kate.

He hangs up and meets Sam at a coffee shop nearby.

"Kate found him," Steve tells Sam.

"Where?" Sam asks.

"Bucharest. She's there. With Bucky. Has been for some time. Says he didn't do this."

Sam shakes his head, then asks, "Nat tell you to stay out of it? Might have a point."

"He'd do it for me," Steve says.

"1945, maybe," Sam says. "I just want to make sure we consider all our options. The people that shoot at you usually wind-up shooting at me."

Sharon joins them, discreetly. "Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter Solder goes to their gym," she tells Steve.

Steve interrupts her, "I know where he is." Sharon frowns. Steve continues, "I’ve had someone looking for him for the past two years."

"Then you don't need this," Sharon says, indicating the file in her hands.

"Thank you," Steve says.

"You're going to have to hurry. We have orders to shoot on sight."

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"Cap," Kate acknowledges when she opens the apartment door for Steve.

"You should have told me," Steve frowns, following her into the space.

Kate sighs, "I didn't want you to get hurt. I wanted to know what he remembered."

"You could have gotten hurt," Steve stresses.

"Bucky wouldn't hurt me."

Steve looks pointedly at the bruises on her neck, and Kate blushes but stays silent.

"So, he's Bucky again?" he asks.

"Yes," Kate replies. "He's not here, by the way. And he wasn't in Vienna."

"Interpol, CIA, MI-6, everyone thinks he was there."

"Well, he wasn't," she says sharply. "He was here. With me."

"Can you prove it?" Steve asks.

Kate bristles. "You don't believe me."

"You went after him without telling me!"

She doesn't respond. "His apartment is next door. He'll be back soon," she says, leading the way.

"Kate," Steve says, looking at her, "They’re coming for him. But I'll do what I can do hold them off."

"I know," she nods.

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Bucky scans the street. He left Kate in bed, naked and warm, and he wants to get back to her. But a news vendor is staring at him with recognition, and it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. As he meets the man's eyes cautiously, the vendor turns and runs from the kiosk. Fuck, Bucky thinks. He picks up the newspaper and his blood runs cold. Winter Soldier wanted for Vienna bombing. He needs to get back to Kate. Then he needs to get out of the country.

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Steve looks around Bucky's apartment. There's a mattress on the floor, the sheets disheveled, but not much else. Steve wonders how much time Bucky spent here versus next door with Kate. He lifts a notebook off the top of the fridge and opens it. His own face looks up at him from a museum brochure.

Sam’s voice comes through on the comms, "Head's up, Cap. German Special Forces approaching from the south."

"Understood," Steve says. When he turns, Bucky is standing behind him. "Do you know me?"

Bucky stares at him. "You're Steve. I read about you in a museum."

Sam is in Steve's ear, "They've set the perimeter."

“I know you’re nervous,” Steve tells Bucky, “and you have plenty of reason to be. But you’re lying."

“I wasn't in Vienna. I don't do that anymore," Bucky responds firmly.

"They're entering the building," Sam warns.

"That's what Kate said," Steve says.

"Where is she?" Bucky asks, his jaw clenching.

"She's safe. With my colleague," Steve points to his earpiece. Bucky nods. Steve continues, "The people who think you were in Vienna are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive."

"That's smart. Good strategy," Bucky says. He can hear footsteps above them.

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On the roof, Sam looks at Kate as he tells Steve, "They're on the roof. We're compromised."

"You go," she says to Sam. "I'm a civilian; they won't see me as a threat." Sam nods and takes off.

Kate moves in the opposite direction. Two members of the German Special Forces move slowly in front of her, their backs to her.

"Officers," she says and as the one closest to her turns, she clocks him the nose with her fist. He reels backwards, and the soldier behind him charges at her. Kate sweeps his legs out from under him but a third soldier she didn't see has a hold of her before she can react. She grunts and pulls against his hands around her wrists. He says something into his comms and leads her to the stairs.

She doesn't see Sam or Steve again until she's thrown into the back of police van with them. A man she doesn't recognize sits in front of Steve. Steve turns and meets her eyes, and she gives him a reassuring smile. He's stony faced. She wants to ask about Bucky, but she already knows the answer. She stays quiet.

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"I thought you were eat-pray-loving your way through Europe!" Tony half-shouts at Kate when they're reunited at the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre in Berlin.

"Romania is Europe," she says. She knows it's not the time to be a smartass, but she can't help it when Tony is involved.

Tony's face is red with anger. "I was picturing day drinking at the Louvre, not shacking up with a cyborg assassin!"

"Tony," Steve warns.

Tony turns to him, "No, you stay out of this. You've done enough."

Beside him, Natasha Romanoff stays silent, studying the bruises on Kate's neck.

"You're lucky they're not charging you with something," he says. "You assaulted an officer. I'm having everything in that apartment of yours packed up and sent to New York. It'll be waiting for you when you arrive. We'll talk about this later."

Kate scoffs, "What? You're sending me to my room?"

"Yes," Tony responds before turning his back to her.

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"He could have killed you," Natasha hisses when she finally gets Kate alone in the women's bathroom.

"He wouldn't," Kate replies.

Nat points to Kate's bruised neck, and Kate at least has the decency to look chagrined. “I hid who I was," she says. "He found out. He thought I was HYDRA."

Nat studies Kate's face. "You're in love with him," she says, shock evident in her voice.

"Nat."

"You're in love with him," she repeats. "Katie, this is a bad idea."

Kate bristles at the nickname Nat only uses when she's playing big sister and doling out advice. "Nat, please," Kate says, but she's not sure what exactly she's asking for. She needs someone to understand, but she also doesn't want the sympathy or disappointment she sees in Natasha's eyes.

"Tony isn't going to like this," Nat finally says.

"When has he ever liked a guy I've dated?" Kate asks, smiling.

Nat smirks, then says, "I need to get back in there."

"I'm right behind you," Kate says. "Just give me a minute."

In the bathroom, finally alone, Kate splashes water on her face and takes a few deep breaths. She looks at herself in the mirror. Her hair's a mess and there are dark circles forming under her hazel eyes. She runs her fingers through her curls and sighs.

Then the lights go out.

Kate pauses for a moment, expecting the lights to come back on, but when a siren sounds, she knows something's up. And it probably involves Bucky. When she opens the bathroom door, people are streaming past. Kate uses the chaos to shake the agent that was assigned to watch her and exits the building during the evacuation.

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Steve texts Kate the coordinates to an abandoned warehouse, and she makes her way there. She knows everyone will be looking for Captain America, the Falcon, and the Winter Soldier, so it's easy enough for her to move through the city undetected.

When she arrives, Steve is waiting at the door.

"What the hell happened?" she asks him.

"The psychiatrist wasn't with Joint Counter Terrorism. He triggered the Winter Soldier," Steve says.

She pushes past him to find Sam watching over an unconscious Bucky, his titanium arm clamped in an industrial vice. Bucky groans and begins to stir. Kate kneels in front of him.

"Watch it," Sam warns.

“Hi,” she says. She takes Bucky’s face in her hands, looking into his eyes and checking for signs of concussion. “There you are.”

“Hi,” Bucky replies softly. He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

"Hey, Cap!" Sam calls.

Kate drops her hands when Steve enters, but stays kneeling in front of Bucky.

Bucky looks up at Steve. "Steve," he says.

"Which Bucky am I talking to?" Steve asks.

Bucky pauses. "Your mom's name was Sarah," he says, and then chuckles, "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes."

"Can't read that in a museum," Steve says.

Sam raises his eyebrows skeptically. "Just like that, we're supposed to be cool?"

"What did I do?" Bucky asks.

"Enough," Steve answers.

"Oh, God, I knew this would happen," Bucky sighs, "Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words."

Kate squeezes Bucky's right hand in her own.

"Who was he?" Steve questions.

Bucky shakes his head, "I don't know."

"People are dead,” Steve tells him. “The bombing, the setup. The doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than 'I don't know'.”

Bucky pauses. "He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept. He wanted to know exactly where."

"Why would he need to know that?" Steve asks.

"Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier."

Kate looks at Steve. "Can we get him out of this thing, please?"

Steve acquiesces and when Bucky is free, he rotates his shoulder to work out the kinks. Kate takes his metal hand in hers and kisses his palm. Steve hates to deny him this, deny Bucky any bit of affection Kate is willing to show him, but they need answers.

"Who were they?" Steve asks.

"Their most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in HYDRA history. And that was before the serum," Bucky says.

"They all turn out like you?" Sam asks.

"Worse."

"The doctor, could he control them?" Steve questions.

"Enough," Bucky answers, looking down.

Steve looks at Sam. "Said he wanted to see an empire fall."

"With these guys he could do it," Bucky says. "They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize. They can take a whole country down in one night. You'd never see them coming."

Sam steps over to Steve. "This would have been a lot easier a week ago," he says.

"If we call Tony," Steve starts.

"No, he won't believe us," Sam says.

"Even if he did..." Steve trails off.

"Who knows if the Accords would let him help," Sam finishes.

Steve sighs, "We're on our own."

"Maybe not," Sam says. "I know a guy."

While Steve and Sam make plans, Kate watches Bucky closely.

"I'm sorry," she whispers to him.

Bucky shakes his head, "You don't have anything to be sorry for."

She smiles softly. "I'm still sorry."

"Make it up to me," he says, echoing her words from their last night together.

She leans up and kisses him gently, and Bucky drops his hands to her waist and pulls her up onto his knee, deepening the kiss. His hands move up to cup her face and when they pull apart, he leans his forehead against hers.

"Not the time!" Sam says from across the room.

Steve is almost blushing.

Kate looks sheepish as she stands from Bucky's lap. He watches her. He hadn't told them about where the super soldier serum came from, but he would have to eventually. For now, he pushes the thought down and takes Kate's hand in his, following Sam and Steve out of the warehouse.

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Sharon meets the four of them under an overpass just outside the city to hand over Captain America's shield and the Falcon's wings. Sam, Kate, and Bucky stay in the car to give Sharon and Steve some privacy.

Bucky stares at Sam in front of him in the passenger seat. "Can you move your seat up?"

"No," Sam says without looking back.

Bucky frowns and slides closer to Kate's side of the car. She rolls her eyes, lifts off the seat of the small Volkswagen, and climbs over Bucky's lap, moving behind Sam. "Play nice, you two," she says.

The three of them watch from the car as Steve and Sharon share a kiss.

"I'm starting to feel like a damn fifth wheel," Sam says, throwing up his hands.

Kate clamps a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, and Bucky smiles at her.

____

Later that night, Steve pulls the car into the back lot of a seedy motel.

"I'll go in," Kate says, getting out. "I speak enough German to book us rooms. Plus, no one's looking for me, and I have cash."

When she comes back out, she tosses a room key to Sam through the open car window and says, "Two rooms. Right next to each other."

"Thanks, Kate," Steve says. "Get some sleep, everyone."

"You speak German?" Bucky asks when he and Kate are alone.

"Better than I speak Romanian," she says. "But my French is best."

Bucky stares at her.

"I spent an entire Octoberfest in Munich one year," Kate says. "Picked up a few phrases. Mostly ‘Can I get another beer?’ and ‘No, I won’t go home with you,’ but I get by.”

"Ich will dich küssen," Bucky says, reaching up to cup her cheek.

"Bitte," Kate laughs.

Bucky leans forward and captures her lips with his own. He runs his tongue along her bottom lip until she opens her mouth for him. His hands move to grip her waist tightly, and she slides her own arms around his neck.

They’re interrupted by a knock at the door.

Kate finds Steve standing outside. He pushes the door open wider with one arm and asks, “Do you mind if I talk to Bucky?”

Kate looks at Bucky and says, “I’ll be next door bothering Sam.” Then she ducks under Steve’s arm and out the door.

Steve walks into the room slowly. “How you holding up?” he asks, looking at Bucky.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” Bucky says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I know, pal,” Steve says, sitting beside him. He claps Bucky on the back. “But I told you I’d be here to the end of the line.”

“Steve…” Bucky starts, unable to look at him. He doesn’t finish the thought.

They sit in silence for a minute, until Steve says, “So…Kate….” It’s half question, half statement.

Bucky chuckles, “Yeah. Kate.”

“How did that happen?” Steve asks.

“Apart from when you called me Bucky in D.C., she was the first person to look at me in seventy years. I mean, actually look at me, see me, talkto me.” Bucky’s quiet for a moment. “Plus, she’s a knockout,” he says, and Steve sees the glimmer of his old friend in Bucky’s eyes. “And she can cook,” Bucky adds.

Steve laughs. “Your mom was always a great cook,” he says.

Grief flashes across Bucky’s face before he can stop it.

“I know it’s hard,” Steve says, “coming back and everyone being…gone.”

Bucky nods.

“But you’ve got me,” Steve continues, “and Kate. And Sam, too.”

Bucky snorts. “I don’t think he’s my biggest fan.”

Steve chuckles. “He’ll come around.” He stands up. “Speaking of Sam, I should probably go rescue him from Kate. The last time I left them alone, she hacked into his phone and changed all his contacts to Harry Potter characters because he said he hadn’t read the books.”

“What the hell is Harry Potter?” Bucky says.

“You’ve got a lot to catch up on,” Steve says. “But first, let’s deal with this doctor."

Bucky nods, and Steve leaves him alone. A minute later, Kate returns. She kicks her shoes off at the door and throws herself down on the bed beside Bucky.

"I'm exhausted," she says, closing her eyes.

Bucky stands and flips the lights off before shedding his jeans and shirt and joining Kate on the bed again.

"Come here," he says, reaching for her. His fingers find the button of her jeans, popping it open and pushing them down her hips. She kicks them off her legs, and when Bucky throws them off the side of the bed, he pulls her tightly against his chest. "Sleep," he murmurs against her hair and presses a kiss to the top of her head. And they both fall asleep to the sound of the other’s heartbeat.

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next chapter

[bella-caecilia]

Cobert prompt: home alone

Thank you for the prompt! I know it has been in my inbox for a while but here is my answer now. I enjoyed imagining different scenarios for this one. Hopefully, you like the one I chose to go with. I set this prompt pre-series. Hope you enjoy it!

Home alone

1891

Cora strolled the gardens on her own. Normally she would have a morning tea with Mama in between the large and luscious bushes of roses at this time. Her mother-in-law was a very demanding woman and Cora did have a hard time with her, there was no denying it. But Mama’s penchant for gardens and flowers led to some of the most beautiful moments Cora had experienced at Downton so far. Violet had made it their habit in summer to discuss the day’s tasks outside amidst her favourite part of the gardens instead of in her sitting room. Every morning, after Cora had joined Robert on his walk on the grounds, she sought the rose garden where her mother-in-law had advised the footmen to prepare a seating area.

Violet wasn’t there at the moment. She was in London for new frocks which were her usual excuse for seeing Rosamund. She spent the day looking at several fabrics and dresses and pestering her daughter with questions. Rosamund had told Cora that Violet hardly ever purchased anything and she suspected that her mother only wanted to have a closer look at her daughter’s new life as a married lady in far-away London. Today was one of the days the countess had chosen to grant her dear daughter a visit, and Cora was walking the paths in the rose garden alone. She enjoyed it though. The heavy scent floated around her and Cora relished the dream-like moment.

After her walk with Robert, he had returned to the house and she had decided to turn to the rose gardens nevertheless. Robert had to deal with some estate business because his father had left for London too. The earl was away for a few days, staying at the club and settling some business. He had advised Robert to manage a few minor tasks that would come up during his absence. Robert was eager to fulfil them responsibly and with care. He didn’t want to show a lack of interest or success right at the start of what would be a long career as ‘caretaker’ of Downton Abbey. Cora supported his ambition into the still rather small tasks he had to handle and she had urged him to tell her every detail of how it went afterwards. She used her time at hand trying to recall the different types of roses and their names Mama mentioned by the by with such great ease. Cora could relate to Mama’s interest in flowers but the older lady was a bit ahead in her knowledge and Cora always looked like a disinterested amateur next to her mother-in-law. She knew that by remembering the roses’ names she would hardly manage to impress Violet but she had to start somewhere. Humming, Cora wandered between the bushes, easily recalling the distinct types. There was only one type of intensive pink and Cora had gotten the hang of telling the different white roses apart immediately after her first visits to the garden. But the apricot roses still posed quite the challenge. The shades and forms seemed to differ more within one bush than between the different types, and Cora thought all of them as equally lovely. If she would want to make real progress on her gardening knowledge, she should consider consulting the gardener, she thought.

Being up to Mama’s mark proved to be more work than Cora had thought when she had married Robert a year and a half ago. Still, she hasn’t given up to find a way into Mama’s good graces, although she doubted, she would find a way into Mama’s heart.

Shrugging her shoulders and taking the last whiff of her favourite yellow bloom (she always imagined having a perfume of that particular rose, it would be lovely), Cora decided to return to the house and look how Robert was doing. In the hall, she already encountered her husband who was in discussion with a footman. It seemed he had received a telegram just now.

“Ah, Cora! Guess who is staying in London tonight?” Robert spoke when he spotted her.

“Uhm… Papa is, I guess,” Cora attempted an answer while trying to discreetly shift her hat whose pins began to prick unpleasantly into her scalp.

“Well, yes,” Robert replied with a shrug of shoulders. “But so is Mama. She just informed us that she would stay at Rosamund’s overnight. She isn’t feeling well and doesn’t want to travel today.” His tone was elated and he now accompanied her to the stairs, nodding his dismissal at the footmen silently.

“Oh, I am sorry,” Cora exclaimed.

“She will surely be alright by tomorrow morning,” he assured. “But she doesn’t have to bother us until she is back.” Cora chuckled at his statement.

“I will hurry to take off my hat. Might I find you in the library in a few minutes?” she asked.

“Yes, of course.” Robert smiled softly at her before she ascended the stairs.

When she met him on the red settees not much later, he already reclined casually on the seat next to the fireplace, the one his father usually occupied. He patted the cushion next to him and Cora sat down by his side.

“You know what we can do when we’re alone at home,” Robert said in a low voice, searching her eyes.

Cora furrowed her brow, trying to think of something he could possibly mean. “What?”

“Well, … everything,” Robert concluded. “It is our house for now, and there is no one to tell us what to do and what not to do.” He reached out his hand to caress her thigh.

“I see,” Cora murmured and a tentative smirk appeared on her features. Robert watched her reaction.

“What are thinking about?” he asked when she was silent for a while and her gaze had left his.

“I just thought that every single room is ours at the moment is all,” she gave back without meeting his eyes. His grip on her thigh grew firmer and eventually, she looked up at his face. She was met by a wide grin and relaxed a little at this sight, not really knowing where this former tinge of nervosity came from. This was her dear and familiar Robert after all.

“I like that thought,” he spoke softly and cupped her cheek with his other hand. He was rewarded with a content smile of hers. She leaned into his hand and her eyes swept adoringly over his features.

“What do want to do in this room for instance?” Robert inquired. Enveloped by her warm gaze he only focused on her vision in front of him.

“Well, I thought about using this comfortable settee in a manner your parents wouldn’t approve of if they knew about it.”

“Is that so?” he grinned and his voice held a teasing tone. Cora nodded and without breaking their warm eye contact she pulled up her legs and unbuckled her shoes.

“Yes, it’s a shame we’re having these cosy settees and no one ever gets really comfortable on them,” she explained while stretching her legs on the part of the sofa that faced away from Robert and leaning her upper body against his. He chuckled and she felt the rumbles that shook his body where her side pressed against his.

“You are really one of a kind, Cora,” Robert stated and began running his fingers through her pinned-up curls.

“Don’t! You’re messing up my hair,” she argued with little conviction.

“I am careful,” he assured. Cora turned until she faced him and her lips were mere inches from his. Without further words, she extended her definition of ‘getting really comfortable’ and covered his lips with hers, her arms looping around his chest. Robert moved his lips softly, relishing the opportunity to drag this unusually sensual kiss in the library. His eyes closed, the feeling of her warm lips was as present as the touch of her small palms on his back, and he enjoyed how her body moulded against his more and more. His hands splayed across the small of her back. Cora emitted low hums into their sealed lips before she tentatively tried to dip her tongue into his mouth. Robert gladly went along with her plans. After all, she was right, it was their room for now and the best way he could think of to use it was exactly what Cora initiated. But feeling growing arousal well up in him, he wasn’t sure how far they should really take it. Therefore, he was glad when Cora pulled back to catch her breath, leaning her forehead against his. Robert brushed his fingertips across her spine and Cora tucked her head underneath his chin.

“I like having the library to ourselves,” Robert pondered.

“Yes, me too,” Cora purred, letting her fingers graze the skin of his neck just where his collar ended.

“You know? One day it will be like that every day,” he said. Cora laughed without restraint.

“I don’t think so,” she chuckled.

“Why is that?”

“Well, I am sure your mother will never cease keeping an eye on us. Apart from that, we won’t be alone, Robert. Not only will there be our dear Mama but also a bunch of children,” she stated.

“Oh, right. I forgot about your big plans for the nursery,” he teased. He could never forget her dream of a nursery full of their children. It was only a few months ago that baby Mary brought life to the nursery.

“These are our plans, Robert. Or am I mistaken?” she inquired, still fiddling with his collar.

“No, of course not. It takes two after all,” he answered. His hands began pressing against her corseted waist more persistently. “Then we have to make the best of our peace in this house now.”

Cora turned again in his arms, lifting her face to his height by pressing her palms to his chest. Her close-up grinning face made Robert chuckle lowly. “I totally agree,” she purred.

[a-pretty-nerd]

SO THERES THIS SCENARIO I CAN'T GET OUT OF MY HEAD:

Father!Tomura Shigaraki x Mother!reader

SFW, Wholesome content, Shigaraki being a family man!

Place: A high security prison somewhere. Time: I dont know, probably like 2 in the afternoon.

The heroes won, Shigaraki was thrown away to rot in prison for the hundreth-something time after years and years of cat and mouse.

Once again, the now aging man sits alone in the dark. His body held in place, sitting in a chair, by several machines intended to keep him at bay and unaware of his surroundings.

Outside his heavily guarded cell, security goes about their business, blissfully unaware.

Suddenly sirens begin to go off. Theres been a breach within the prison. Guards and other staff run around, trying to make sense in the panic.

Shigaraki smiles as he becomes aware of the mayhem.

The thick metal door of his cell opens with a loud thud and two figures stand in the doorway.

One a tall and muscular figure of a teenage boy.

The other, a smaller figure of a teenage girl.

"I'll get Dad, you be the lookout." The boy orders as he rushes into the cell.

"Why do I have to be the lookout? Why can't you do it!?" The girl objects as she follows him inside.

The two continue to loudly bicker as they work to set Shigaraki free.

"Hey you! Stop right there!" A man's voice calls from the doorway as he reaches for his gun.

Before the man can pull the trigger, he's met with a hard punch to the face. He's out within seconds.

"Hurry, there'll be more!" The boy turns and shouts.

"Don't rush me!" The girl yells back and she plants her palms on the machine holding her father captive.

The metal begins to warp and crumble under her. Slowly but surley setting Shigaraki free.

Eventually he wrenches his way free from the rotting mechanism and stretches with a loud grunt.

"You're late." He scolds them with a calm tone.

"We would have been on time if SOMEONE had woken up on time!" The boy yells at his sister.

"Shut up! My alarm didn't go off!"

"Quit fighting you two." Shigaraki comands as he garbs ahold of their wrists and pulls them into the cell before he places his palms just inches above the concrete floor below him.

"Get ready." He warns.

Later, that evening:

The hero, Deku, frustrated by the news that his mortal enemy has escaped from prison once again, looks over the paperwork in his hands.

"Are you sure this is right?" He asks the detective, again.

"We're certain. She's here. And by the looks of it, home alone."

"I just can't belive it. How have we never known of her before this?" Deku looks over the house sitting before them. The detective shrugs.

The house is placed discreetly in the suburbs. A well kept garden stretches out from behind a fence and gate. The whole thing makes Deku sick. Everything about it is just so, normal.

"Are you sure we can't bring her in?" He asks the detective. The man shakes his head.

"We don't have any evidence to suggest she has anything to do with it."

"But-"

"It's not a crime to be married to a criminal, Deku." He knocks politley on the door. When it finally opens, Midoriya's jaw goes slack.

There you stand, a kind smile stretched across your features as you wipe your hands with a rag. They stare at you for a moment in disbelief.

You're just so beautiful and so unassumingly wholesome. How could you be married to the world's most dangerous criminal?

When they don't say anything, you place your hands on your hip and give a smug look.

"That bastard slip through the cracks again?" You huff with a smile.

You let them in and sit them down at the kitchen table. You serve tea and snacks. Deku's heart races faster with every movement you make.

"You're welcome to search the place. I assure you I don't know where he is or what he's planning." You reassure as you sit down across the table from them. You watch the detective takes notes as you answer question after question.

"How long have you been married?"

"Twenty years."

"When was the last you saw your husband?"

"A few days before he was last caught."

"Has he contacted you before or since?"

"No. I never know when or where he's going to show up. He never calls. Sometimes he writes."

"He writes?"

"Yeah, I get letters from him occasionally."

"May we take a look at this letters?"

You pause and think about your answer. A blush forms on your cheeks as you answer.

"You're welcome to, but I think you'll find more than you bargained for." You chuckle.

Their attention is taken away from you when they hear a car pull up and the back door open and shut.

In walks a young man sharing a stricking resemblance to Shigaraki. He meets their gaze and freezes.

"Mom? Whats going on?" He asks as he approaches you. Standing tall behind your seat as his appearance grows more and more menacing towards Deku.

"This is our eldest." You tell the men.

"Is he out again?" Your son seems annoyed.

"He is. We were just wondering if you may have heard from him."

"No. We haven't. Now leave." He grips the back of the chair you sit in and grinds his teeth.

"Don't be rude." You tell him.

"You guys can't just barge in here and harass our family. We don't know, anything. We're not in on his shit." He growls behind you.

"Honey, please."

"No. They need to leave. NOW." Deku couldn't get out fast enough. The whole idea made him sick. Not only was Shigaraki on the loose again, but he had children, a whole family.

At this point Deku had children of his own to worry about. To think, Shigaraki wasn't so different from him in so many ways.

Weeks later, Shigaraki is still on the loose:

"I can't believe that idiot let them find you." Your eldest muttered in the passanger seat beside you.

"I'm surprised they hadn't found us sooner." You said as you glanced from the road to the gps.

"He's going to get you killed."

"You sound like my Dad. Grandpa would be proud."

"Why don't you leave him? He puts you in so much danger, he's never around, he's an asshole, a murderer-"

You slammed on the breaks, sending your unknowing son's head to gently slam against the glove compartment.

"Thats jackass! He's on his phone! Watch where you're going asshole!" You shouted at the car in front of you before you started driving again.

Your eldest son was always looking out for you. He was a momma's boy. He was smart, and caring, and protective. He was so much like his father, but you'd never tell him that. It'd only make him upset.

"Where exactly are we going anyways?" He finally pipped up after an hour of driving out of the city.

"The house isn't safe anymore. Now that the heroes know about us, we have to stay away for a little while."

"What? But they don't have any evidence-"

"That's not the point. It doesn't take evidence. I'm sure a warrant to search the property has already been approved. And if they don't find anything at the house, they'd take us in for further questioning and believe me, you don't want that." You warned him.

"But we don't know anything...right?" You fell silent. "Mom!"

"What!? You honestly think, even if I was uninvolved, they'd let us go? You think they'd let you, the son of Japan's most dangerous criminal, walk free?" You sighed. "Look, honey, I'm sorry. I know you never asked for this. This isn't your fight, I know. We've never expected you to be involved and I promise, as soon as everything blows over, we'll send you to that school."

His eyes lit up. He's always wanted to go away to school. Ever since his first year of high school, he's been interested in studying Science at this prestigious school across country.

"You mean it?" You nodded and held a hand out to pat his knee and give it a reassuring squeeze.

"Just be patient with us, alright?" A little farther and you had arrived at the destination. Middle of the woods, somewhere in the mountains. You checked and doubled checked the information in the letter he'd sent again.

Deep in the woods, there was a bunker hidden in the brush. You knocked on the bunker door, only to be greeted by a familiar face.

Well, a mask to be more specific.

"Mrs. Shigaraki." Mr. Compress smiled behind his mask.

"Hey old-timer." You smiled back and gave him a warm hug. It'd been so long since you'd seen the league.

"My goodness, how time flies. I don't suppose you remember me, do you?" He asked your son.

"Vaguely." He answered as they shared a firm hand shake.

"Are they here?" You asked.

"They're waiting for you in the parlour." You quickly made your way in the bunker, revealing itself to be a mansion in disguise as you made your way through.

Finally, you found them. Shigaraki stood tall, washed and dressed in a black turtle neck sweater and slacks. His hair, still long, framed his handsome face. He looked away from the twins, and turned to you. His heart leaped in his chest.

"Y/N." He whispered as you rant to him. He held his arms up to accept you as you threw yourself into his embrace He held you tight and rested his cheek on your head.

"I missed you." You told him with a smile that was so big it hurt.

"I missed you, love." He agreed and ran his hand up and down your back. You remember the days when this kind of affection was impossible for him.

Soon you felt two other hands on your back. The twins joined in to hug you both as your eldest wandered into the room. He paused at the sight and watched.

Tomura looked up at his son and gave a knowing look. He knew his oldest son, the one that was so much like him, had always had issues with him. He knew his absence was hard on him, and he knew no matter what he did, his son was still ashamed and embarrassed by him.

Regardless, he had always tried.

You remember the day when Tomura sent you away when he found out about the pregnancy. You remember how horrified and deeply afraid he was of becoming a parent. Hell, your relationship was a rollercoaster for him as it was. But by the time his son was born, he was determined to be better.

He was determined to be better for his family.

He reached out a hand to his son. He looked at his father, and thought for a moment. Without warning, a smaller hand, previously planted on your back, grabbed him and pulled him in. Your daughter had always found her older brother's resistance to be thoroughly annoying.

So there you are, reunited as a family for the first time in a long time. But definitely not the last time.

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Your Move (Chibs x fem!Reader)

A/N: Unsuprisingly, I’m writing for SoA. It was just a matter of time until this new obsession caught up with me. This is my first attempt to write an accent phonetically, so I apologize in advance for the mess.

I also wanna thank @toomanystoriessolittletime​ and @penwieldingdreamer​ for beta’ing this for me and @ly--canthrope​ @wishuhadstayed​ and @chibsytelford​ for welcoming me to the SoA fam and encouraging me to write for it.

Summary: When you returned to Charming after your father passed away, you planned to only stay long enough to settle his affairs, but memories of the past and the prospect of a certain Scot in your future made you stay longer than planned.

Wordcount: 4,5K

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and inebriation and that’s it.

You knew the Sons of course.

There was no way to live in Charming your entire life and not know about them or at least some of them. You went to school with Jax and Opie and you remembered having such a crush on them, like most girls your age. They were the cool guys with their air of danger and the prospect leather cuts they wore every single day.

Your father warned you to stay away from them, as most parents would. The thing about the Sons was that they were a necessary evil to your small town, but it didn’t make them any less dangerous. Your father made sure to steer clear of them unless he absolutely needed it. You watched him seek out Clay Morrow once in a while if there was a problem in the diner, but it always pained him so much to do so.

You could see in his eyes, the exhaustion and barely contained shame whenever he had to have a sit down with the President of the MC. Always at the diner because he refused to go anywhere near the Teller-Morrow Garage.

He invested every cent he had to make sure you had a good education and could leave Charming for good. Do something he could never do in his own life and you appreciated that with all your heart but once he passed away and you had to come back to settle his affairs, sell the diner and the house and everything else, you found yourself caught up in the memories and the charms of the small town.

Everyone seemed to know you. Sometimes by name, most times as Allan’s kid. They paid their respects at the funeral, even the MC. You saw Gemma and Jax at the back and when your eyes caught the bright blue of the man Jackson had become, his lips tilting into a small, sympathetic smile in your direction, you didn’t feel the same butterflies as you used to when you were a teen.

He and his mother came closer after everyone else was gone. He still had that same sad smile placed in his face as Gemma pulled you into a hug that you didn’t really feel comfortable with, but didn’t know how to refuse.

“Allan was such a good man,” she said, pressing a kiss to your cheek and you could feel the lipstick imprint Gemma left behind. “Anything you need, sweetheart, just give us a call.” She handed you a Teller-Morrow business card, her number scribbled on the back.

“Thank you.” You nodded as they stepped away letting you go back to your grieving.

The diner was quick to sell. Your father, once he got sick, already found a buyer on call, you just needed to finalize the deal. The house was harder to do so. Not because you didn’t have people interested in it but because you couldn’t bring yourself to put it on the market. Not when there were so many childhood memories in it. This was the house you grew up in, where your father raised you to be the woman you were now. It was hard to let go of that, so you found yourself searching for reasons to delay your departure.

Separating possessions that would stay, be donated, sold, or thrown away. You started doing small repairs around the house, just like your father taught you because he wanted you to be as independent as possible. Taking off old, worn-out carpets and wallpapers, fixing the yard and clogged pipes, and closing off holes in the plaster walls.

Before long, a month had passed and you were still in Charming, only making weekend trips back to your apartment to bring more of the essentials with you. Even your cat had found residence in your father’s house, taking long naps in the porch bench, apparently much more comfortable with the small-town life than you expected.

Still, you had a hard time admitting that you didn’t intend to leave any time soon. Being in the house was a constant reminder that your father never wanted this life for you but at the same time, after spending the last 10 and something years in a big city, you had never felt more at home than when you got back here.

You were even painting again, something you haven’t done since you settled for a career as an art teacher. You were even more surprised when you opened up the yard sale and a couple of people ventured into the garage while you were distracted and asked about your paintings.

“They’re not really for sale,” you replied to a woman around your age, her dark hair falling over her shoulders in waves and she was so familiar, but you couldn’t place her in your memory.

“You should really think about selling them. Maybe even opening a gallery? They’re gorgeous.”

Her words stayed with you after the sale was done because it had always been your dream but in a big city, renting space was expensive and there were tons of small art galleries other there. It was hard to compete. In a town like Charming? It would be a place one of a kind.

The next morning, you found a small store for rent in the main street as you walked through the wide-open space, the morning bright light filtering through the half-closed blinds from the window, you could already see your works hanging around, the small counter with the cash register to the left and the backspace for your studio so you could work during slow days.

“I’ll take it.” The words were out before you could even think it through but once they passed your lips, you knew they were the right thing to do. You just needed officially move back to your hometown after so long away.

You took a week to go back to the city, pack up your belongings, and put in the moving truck. A few boxes of more personal stuff you loaded in your own battered old Chevy to bring with you on the drive back.

The car gave out in the middle of the night, still on the highway, miles away from Charming. The engine coughing and spluttering but refusing to start, no matter how many times you spun the key in the ignition. You had to settle for your fate and call a toll truck.

It was almost like destiny that when you pull out your phone from your pocket, the TM card fell out too and you didn’t even realize it had been there all this time. Gemma’s number in pen was washed out but the printed one for the garage was still visible so you dialed it. It wasn’t like you had another garage’s number on speed dial.

You waited at the side of the road for about 50 minutes until the headlights of the toll truck lightened up the night before pulling by your car and you couldn’t help the nervous flips of your stomach as the man stepped out of the car, in tight jeans and leather cut. His longish dark hair combed back, peppered with grey strands at his forehead and the goatee gave him such a distinguished look that you had a hard time not staring. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this attracted to someone at first sight.

“Ye called for a toll, lass?” he asked in a smooth drawl and thick accent that made shivers run down your spine, and for a second you couldn’t find your words.

“Uh… yeah, yes. I did,” you finally managed, glancing back to your car. Seemed to be the safest thing to do. “The old piece of junk died on me. Sorry for the hour.”

“No problem,” he waved off your apology, setting up to get your car secured in the back of the truck, before opening the door for you. “Come on, I give ye a lift.”

He helped you into the truck’s cabin, taking your hand in his gloved one like a perfect gentleman and closing the door behind you before he got behind the wheel and started the engine.

“Thank you so much, mister…”

“Nah, lassie. No mister required,” he offered you a soft smile and from this close, you could see the pale line of the scar in his cheek. “Chibs is fine.”

“Alright. thank you, Chibs,” you replied smiling too as he pulled into the road and turned the radio into a classic rock station.

You remained in silence for most of the ride, sneaking glances at the man next to you. Had he been in Charming all those years ago? Before you left? Why didn’t you remember him? How many times had you seen the Sons riding through the main street in their Harleys and leather cuts? You would probably have seen him before. Then again, back then your eyes tended to seek out Jax’s slender form due to your stupid teen crush. Maybe that was why you missed him.

“Mind if I smoke?” Chibs asked, startling you out of your thoughts.

You shook your head, feeling the heat of embarrassment burning your face as you tried to ignore the way his lips closed around the cigarette and how his long fingers operated the lighter.

The flame lit up his face for a brief second, reflected in his deep, dark eyes and you had to look away, clearing your throat. You never felt this awkward and uncertain in the presence of man, so you raked your brain for something to break the tense silence.

“Why Chibs?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself and he chuckled, the sound low and husky and it went straight to your center, making you press your legs together as discreetly as you could.

“It a Scottish slang,” he started, glancing your way as he took a deep drag of his cigarette. “For knife.”

“Oh,” you replied dumbly, mulling over his words. “Because of…?” Unconsciously, you reached for your cheek and froze in shock at your own insensitive action. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean…”

“It’s alright, love,” he chuckled again as he slowed down the truck and you didn’t even notice he was dropping you off at home until you recognized the construction in front of you. “I dinna mind. And yes, that’s why. Bu’ Filip works too.”

“Thank you, Filip,” you spoke softly, meeting his eyes and he smiled around his smoke and nodded. “I’ll drop by TM tomorrow morning to settle everything?”

“Aye. I’ll let Gem know.”

You hesitated to step out of the truck, and you didn’t even know why. You just didn’t want to leave. Not yet, but there was no reason to stay. So you resigned with doing what needed to be done and watching as he drove away before finally getting inside the house.

Next morning, you took your dad’s old Jeep – and how lucky it was that you hadn’t sold it just yet – and headed to TM to settle payment for the toll and get the cost for the work.

While Gemma was ruffling through some papers trying to find your invoice, you let your gaze wander through the open side door towards the garage, noticing the men in overalls talking and joking while working.

“He’s not here,” Gemma said, startling you to turn back and meet her narrowed eyes. You wondered how she could possibly know. “Jax.”

“Oh!” Relief washed over you and you managed a timid smile. “I wasn’t…”

“And he’s back with Tara.”

There was a clear warning in her tone, almost as if saying you shouldn’t dare to try and intervene between the couple, not that you would want to. She finally handed you the paper so you could sign it, authorizing the service.

“How soon can I expect the car?”

“Maybe a week? Might be more,” Gemma replied, pulling the paper back and giving you a long look. “There were some boxes in the truck… You’re uh, staying in Charming, then?”

“Yeah…” it was the first time you said it out loud and it felt almost like a confession. “I am. The moving truck should be arriving soon so can I drop by later to pick them up?”

“I’ll get one of the prospects to bring them to you,” the older woman declared after an assessing look. Like she was measuring you up, making sure if you were worthy of her town.

You just offered a quick thanks and headed off, resisting the urge to glance behind your shoulder at the men working on the cars or the side building that housed the club. Even if you could feel the baby hairs in your nape prickling due to an intense gaze at your back. If it was Gemma or someone else, you didn’t find out.

The entire thing slipped from your mind by the time you got home and found the moving truck already waiting for you. The rest of your day was spent moving boxes and furniture to their designated spaces, making sure the movers didn’t break anything with their careless demeanors.

It was late afternoon when they finally brought everything in and took off, leaving you to sort out the mess. Just the sight of scattered boxes all through the wooden floor of the two-store house was enough to make you regret your decision. It would take you days to get everything in order and that on top of making sure your gallery was up and running too.

“Better get to it,” you whispered to yourself, tuning in the radio and letting the melodic beats of Pat Benatar set the tone for your work. And if you sang along and danced around the house through it all, well there wasn’t anyone around to see it, even if no curtains were covering the windows just yet.

The knock on the door made you jump midway through setting the cutlery in place and you lowered the radio before making your way through the maze of boxes, your lips tugging into a surprised smile when you found Chibs standing outside, cigarette in his mouth, sunglasses covering his eyes.

“Hia, lass. Gem asked me to deliver some boxes?” he explained, and you smirked, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest as you examined the biker in front of you.

“Gemma asked you?” you repeated, brow arched. “Sounds more like a prospect job…”

“Might ‘ave volunteered,” Chibs admitted, his smirk matching yours. “Memory’s a little fuzzy on the details.”

With a chuckle, you stepped aside to let him in offering quick instructions of where to put the boxes while you watch him move around. This time, there was no leather jacket below his cut, only a sleeveless shirt, and you could appreciate the flexing of his muscles and the ink adorning his skin as Chibs worked.

“That’s the last one,” he said, setting the box down by the door and meeting your gaze.

“Thank you. I really appreciate the help.”

He waved off your gratitude and silence fell over the two of you, thick and heavy like a blanket of all the things unsaid. In your brightly lid living room, you could properly see Chibs’ face and his dark eyes watching you as if waiting for something, a sign maybe, but you didn’t know what to do. Had you always been so bad at this? Or was just his presence that seemed to strip you from all functional reasoning?

“I, uh…” you looked around, searching for what to say or do. “Wanna drink?”

“Sure.”

Chibs followed you into the kitchen and you were very aware of his presence behind you like a shadow as you stopped by the fridge, pulling out two beers and offering him one. You drank in silence, watching one another and you wished you could explain why this felt so strange. You wished you could make the tension and awkwardness fade away, but you didn’t really know how and Chibs didn’t seem inclined to help.

Then again, he did take the first step, coming all the way here with your boxes to see you and he wasn’t even trying to hide or deny it. It was your move but just his mere presence made you freeze and you didn’t know what to do, how to show him you were glad he came and wanted him to stay a little longer.

All you could do was watch him, the way his lips fit around the tan glass of the bottle as he took a gulp of the drink, his throat working as he swallowed. You wondered if Chibs knew how effortlessly sexy he was. How just having him leaning against the counter watching you with that heavy-lidded gaze was enough to make your knees weak and your breath speed up.

“I should head off,” he finally broke the silence, setting his empty bottle on the counter and you felt your heart sink. “Get out of yer hair…”

“Right…” you followed him to the door, hands in your pockets. “Thanks again.”

“No problem, love.” Chibs paused outside, his eyes lingering on you. “Ye know, the clubhouse has a bar. Ye could stop by some time.”

“Yeah,” you hurried to say with a nervous smile. You almost thought he had given up on you but here he was, throwing you a line. “Sure.”

“Good,” he smiled too. “‘Night, love.”

You watched once again Chibs driving off from your place until he disappeared around the corner before you stepped back inside, leaning against the closed door. It was your move and knew. You just had to figure out a way to actually take that step.

A week passed since Chibs’ invitation and you had yet to find the courage to meet him at the clubhouse. At first, you told yourself it was because of the move. You were busy getting the house in shape and then your gallery but you knew you were lying to yourself.

You were just afraid. Torn between wanting to learn a little more about the mysterious Scot that didn’t seem to leave your mind and knowing that going there, getting mixed with the Sons was getting yourself involved with a crowd your father worked so hard to keep you away from. Those two sides seemed to be at war, and you didn’t know what do to.

You knew, however, that the longer you waited, the more you made it clear to Chibs that you might not be interested, even if you were definitely were. So you needed to make a decision. Soon.

When you finally worked up the nerve to go to the clubhouse, you spent hours deliberating on an outfit. You wanted to look good but not like you were trying too hard because you knew what you were going to find there.

Several of your high school friends had sneaked in at some point to check out the Sons’ official hangout and report back. You knew there would be the club members, of course, and other friends, but most importantly, there would be other women, croweaters.

The expression always made you grimace in distaste, the implications clear in the pejorative tone used and it made you stop and consider if you weren’t exactly like them, chasing away a biker you knew nothing about.

The thought was almost enough to make you give up, turn around and go back to your car but you were already there at the garage, might as well bite the bullet and do this. With a deep breath, you crossed the parking lot, the heel of your boots crunching the cement as you walked toward the clubhouse, hands in the pockets of your jacket, out of sight so no one could see them tremble with your apprehension.

When you walked into the smoky room, you were almost expecting to see all eyes on you, the outsider in their territory, but no one paid you any attention as you surveyed the space, searching for Chibs. He was nowhere in sight and the longer you stood there, awkward and afraid, the urge to flee grew in your chest. You shouldn’t even have come.

Turning around to walk out, you ran straight into the solid chest of the man you came here to find. Chibs held you steady with a hand on your elbow, watching you with curious eyes.

“Leavin’ so soon, lass?” he asked, his voice a smooth drawl and it set your body on edge, in a good way.

“Yeah, I, uh,” you glanced around at people dancing and drinking and making out in front of everyone, verging on indecent exposure. “Didn’t really seem like I belonged.”

“Give it a chance, love,” he said with a smirk and offering you a hand. “Ye might actually enjoy yerself. How ‘bout a drink?”

“Ok,” you accepted after a moment’s hesitation, taking Chibs’ hand and letting him lead you to the bar.

A drink turned into several and before you knew it, you were playing pool against a guy named Tig, barely being able to stay upright but still managing to be the better player of the two of you to Chibs’ great amusement and loud heckling.

“You’re sure he’s not just letting me win?” You asked Chibs as he brought you another shot of whiskey, chuckling as you winced and pulled a face after downing it the shot. You had just won yet another round against Tig and his annoyed, barely conscious face was very amusing.

“‘M surprised he managin’ to hold on to his cue,” he commented as he took your cue and handed it over to the first person around. “How ‘bout some air? Sober ye up a bit?”

Chibs led you into the cold night air of the yard and to the picnic tables outside. Out there, you two were completely alone except for the stars and the random passing car but it was late enough that the town was mostly silent, the only sounds coming from inside the clubhouse, the music leaking out muffled due to the soundproof walls.

There were just the two of you, sitting side by side as Chibs lid a cigarette, and before he could even take a drag, you snatched out of his lips, bringing it to your own, making him smirk. The alcohol had dissolved most of your reservations, leaving only you desire for the man next to you.

“Bigge’ men 'ave lost fingers stealin’ ma smoke, lass,” Chibs commented, turning his body towards you.

“Good thing, I’m just a little lass, then,” you teased, trying to mimic his Scottish drawl as you shifted your position until you were straddling the bench and facing him.

“Wee lassie,” he corrected, watching intently as you took a drag of his cigarette and puffed out the smoke.

You liked this, being alone with Chibs. Having his dark eyes focused on you and only you. Being close enough that you could smell the whiskey, leather, and the heady sweat of his skin. Feel the heat of his body. You reached over to trail the black Reaper etched on his biceps, daring to touch without asking permission first.

As Chibs allowed the touch, you grew bolder and moved closer, letting your fingers travel higher, over his shoulder and on his neck, until your thumb brushed his jaw and cheek, touching the rough stubble beginning to grow there.

His own palm had settled over your clothed thigh, large and hot, making you acutely aware of how close you two were and how it would barely take a move for your lips to find his. You wanted that more than anything. Chibs had to know that, right? He had to see it in your eyes.

“Ye should head home, lass,” he said instead, pulling away from you and you felt the loss of his heat. “'t’s gettin’ late.” Then you felt the burning shame as he refused to look at you.

“Yes,” you croaked, eyes darting around at anything other than him. “You’re right.”

You had put yourself out there for this man and he was shipping you off like unwanted cargo. You didn’t even know why.

“I’ll get one of the prospects to drive ye, just…”

“It’s fine,” you didn’t let Chibs finish, getting to your feet and stepping back. “I brought my Jeep. I can drive myself.”

You walked away before he could say anything else because you could feel the familiar lump in your throat and the burning behind your lids. The last thing you wanted was to cry in front of him. You already made a fool out of yourself enough for one night.

You were almost at the car when you stumbled on your own feet. Fortunately, you never met the ground as a strong arm surrounded your waist, keeping you upright and pressed against his strong chest. You could feel his breath tickling your nape as both of you stood there, neither daring to move.

“If I ‘ere a good man, I’d let ye walk away,” Chibs sighed and you sagged against his warmth, letting him inhale your scent on your neck before you turned around to face him, hands resting against his chest.

“Maybe I don’t want you to be a good man,” you whispered, looking up at him. “Maybe I just want you to kiss me.”

His lips were softer than you expected, just a gentle press against yours the whiskers of his goatee tickling your skin. It was almost as if Chibs weren’t really sure if he should do this. Like he was giving you the chance to pull away and change your mind.

Your fisted his vest, pushing closer to him, pressing harder against his lips in search of more. Letting your own lips part in invitation and soon enough, his tongue was exploring your mouth, tangling with yours, bringing forth the taste of whiskey, nicotine, and something dark and addictive that you could have for the rest of your life.

One hand on your hip, the other on your nape, adjusting the angle of your head so he could better deepen the kiss, Chibs pressed you against the cool metal of your Jeep, his body crowding yours, one of his thighs between your legs as he devoured your mouth.

Everything seemed to fade away then but the taste of his lips and the touch of his hands on your skin, burning a bright fire within you as his calloused hand sneaked under your shirt, exploring your back, his rings catching lightly on your skin, making you shiver as he nipped at your bottom lip and allowed you a second for breath.

“Go home,” Chibs grumbled, his lids even heavier than usual as he peered at you with what you could only describe as bedroom eyes. “Before ye do somethin’ ye might regret at the light of day and without the haze of alcohol.”

You paused, considering his words, licking your lips as if to chase the aftertaste of his kiss.

“And if come tomorrow morning, stone-cold sober, I still want this?”

“Ye know where to find me.” Chibs let his lips brushed over yours one last time, just a small temptation of what he could offer before he took a step back and pulled the car door open for you. “‘Night, lass.”

“Good night, Filip.”

xxx