#and then they had me get an x ray. luckily my hip looks fine and like i thought i probably strained or tore like an adductor muscle

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No Expectations

Summary: y/n now has to navigate new complex feelings with König she didn’t have before.

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🎀Warning🎀:18+NSFW, Rough sex, raw sex, oral sex, language, angst, size kink, praise/degradation etc

Word count: 4.k

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This is part 2 of One night stand

Part 3

“No.” Ghost doesn’t even bother looking up from whatever document he’s scribbling on.

“Please, I’ll do any other cruel and unusual punishment you have lined up for me.” You plead.

“You don’t get to argue the terms of your probation. König is who you’re training with, no questions asked.” He says through clenched teeth.

“Why can’t I just work with someone else. There’s plenty of people on base.” You reach over snagging a mint from the decorative bowl at the corner of his desk. His eyes follow your movements. It wasn’t like you to not get along with someone, everyone on base either loved you or felt indifferent. Of course there was a handful that weren’t the nicest because of your popularity but König wouldn’t fall into that category. “Why do you want to switch partners? Did something happen between you two?” His question makes your eyes widen remembering how König was balls deep inside you just a few nights ago. Luckily ghost's eyes are locked on the paperwork in front of him. You stand turning your back to him, hiding the hot flush that creeps onto your cheeks.

“It’s nothing like that.” You say with false confidence. The small crack in your voice catches his attention. What was this feeling at the pit of his stomach, a feeling that made his jaw tense and heart pound. He finally looks away from the paper, capturing your gaze with an intensity that makes goosebumps prickle at your skin. He rises to his feet, palms planted firmly on the surface of the desk. “Fine. I won’t pry…I don’t have any other expendable men.” He rasps.

“What about you? It’s just three hours and it’s after work hours. We both know you don’t have a life serg.” You chuckle. If you had X-ray vision you would see the irritated expression under the mask.

“I am your superior. That means I have actual work to do unlike you sorry excuses for soldiers.” He flips through the piles of paperwork.

“That isn’t very nice sergeant, you’ve got to be more pleasant in the workplace.” You tease walking around the office space, touching things as you go.

There is a tall bookcase in the corner that catches your eye. Thick spined books with elegant writing line the shelves. Along with a small cactus and tank figurines, a picture frame stands out. A beautiful brunette woman holding a baby wrapped in a tiny blue blanket , smiles at the camera in a dated looking room. A shadow cast behind you, turning around, you're faced with a huge vest covered chest. He takes the frame lifting it over your head to sit on the top shelf. He smells of gunpowder and a Smokey musk, your back bumps the case as he steps closer. Naturally your eyes close not sure what exactly you were waiting on to happen. His arm retracts holding a black leather covered book with silver embroidery.

“Who was that woman?” You exhale as he steps away walking back to his desk.

“No one.” He flips through the pages, nodding to himself as if he’d found what he was looking for.

“Who was that baby? I didn’t know you had a kid, that must mean you’re married…who would marry you serg you’re so serious all the time.” You plop your butt onto the desk. He shakes his head fighting the urge to add another week to your probation for sitting on his desk. His gaze sharpens.

“The child is not mine.” He says.

“Oh a scandal, who’s child is it? I can’t believe your wife would do that to you sergeant, need a hug?” You open your arms beckoning him forward.

“I am not married. Don’t you have toilets to clean. Get out.” He pushes your hip off his desk.

“We haven’t even come to an agreement yet!” You exclaim, feet hitting the ground.

“Fine. I will train with you just for today if it’ll get you out of my office.” He offers.

“The rest of the week.” You barter.

“Two days.” He responds.

“Four.” You fold your arms.

“Three. Final offer rookie.” He shakes his head.

“Fine, three days is better than one.”

“You’ll be the one to inform König you’re switching partners.” The computer keyboard clicks as he enters something into the database. At this point he had to be getting off to your embarrassment, if looks could kill he’d be a goner. Ghost didn’t tolerate taking the easy way out, if two people had issues on base they would be addressed and resolved quickly. He always said there wouldn’t be war within our army.

“I-fine i'll tell him.” You sigh knowing he wouldn’t budge.

“Good,now leave, I’m busy.” He waves you off without glancing up.

~

Three days. That should be enough time for things to cool down between you and König, you think, grabbing a lunch tray. The line moves steadily as the staff ladles today's lunch onto each plate.

You smile at the older lady behind the table, holding out your tray.

“y/n, I’ve got your lunch packed up right here for you.” She bends down grabbing a brown paper bag with your name scribbled on it. She nods apologetically, placing the bag on your plate, peanut butter and jelly again…yum.

“Y/n! Over here!” A cute brown skinned woman with luscious dreadlocks waves you over. Maya. You and Maya enlisted at the same time, basically going through the whole process together. Without her, you don’t know how long you would have lasted here. when you two found out you’d be stationed at the same base it felt like fate intended for you to stay with each other, She’s the entire reason you planned to reenlist. Unfortunately your closeness meant she could see right through you, so you had to find a way to keep her off your trail.

“Hey May thanks for holding my seat.” You sit across from her.

“No problem you’d do the same for me.” She jokes biting into her apple. You unroll the wrinkled paper bag that looked like it could have something illegal inside of it. You pull out a poorly wrapped peanut butter and jelly sandwich along with a juice box and an orange. Your nose scrunches at the thought of tasting sticky peanut butter and sickly sweet grape jelly again. You look longingly at Maya’s lunch, your stomach growls in envy.

“Peanut butter and jelly again I can’t believe ghost, do you want to trade lunches?” She pushes her tray towards you. You shake your head unwrapping the plastic and taking a bite of your sandwich.

“I like the pain.” You say in a playful tone.

“You’re such a freak.” She laughs rolling her eyes.

The mess hall echoed with chatter from various conversations, every table for lack of a better word, had their own cliques. It wasn’t like some cheesy highschool movie but everyone had their own friend groups they’d break off with during lunch. Guys like Ghost and König didn’t dine in the mess hall so when you see König leaned up against the wall watching you, it completely catches you off guard.

“What’s his deal?” Maya asks not even trying to hide the fact that she was staring back.

“We had a disagreement.” You sip your juice box averting your gaze from him.

“No way, you’ve been telling me how you two were getting along so well. Did something happen? I’ll kick his ass right now.” She says in a serious tone. König stood at 6ft 6inches tall with the body of a tank but Maya was statuesque at 5’11 inches tall with an extremely toned physique. He was strong but so is Maya, she trains with the men for fun. After long days of them making sexist jokes, She loved beating the shit out of them. She can squat 250+ pounds easily so you definitely don’t take her threat lightly.

“It wasn’t like that Maya, this one might be on me. I’ve been avoiding the issue instead of talking it out with him…” you trail biting the sandwich.

“Well then it sounds like you know what to do.” She touches your hand, nodding in his direction.

“Yeah…you’re right. I am a part of the special military forces. I’m not afraid of a conversation.” You shoot up ready to deliver the news of your new partnership with ghost.

Your legs wobble as you walk to the trash, throwing away your tray. You can feel his eyes follow your every move as you snake through the cafeteria full of people. He’s leaning against the wall with one leg, arms folded, peering down at you. His body language was reserved, there was an invisible wall stacked between you two.

“König I-“ you start.

“-We will not be speaking during work hours rookie.” He says coldly.

“König please I-“ he interrupts you again.

“Colonel König.”

“Colonel König. I need to talk to you about something.” You whisper.

“You’ll have to schedule an appointment during my office hours.” His voice is flat.

“You know what, fine, fuck this.” You storm off, fed up with his distance. His hand twitches fighting the urge to reach out and pull you back. Instead he watches as you slip further away from him. Truth is…he was scared. Scared that you’d reject him and that you’d felt everything that happened was just a mistake. He found himself pulling back before you could deliver the final blow. Your departure in the middle of the night showed him what he needed to know about your feelings for him. It was just a one night stand, nothing more…Right? If that was the case why was his chest tight at the idea that he’d just hurt you.

~

“You’re slow!” Ghost barks as your body hits the mat. You cough, holding your side. He stares down at you with impatient eyes, waiting for you to reset.

“Again.” He orders as you stand rubbing your ribs.

If he was holding back, you’d hate to feel his full power, he could toss you around like it was nothing. With your feet planted firmly on the ground, you step one foot back allowing more range for your dominant hand. Your fists are raised, just as König taught you, protecting your jaw. Ghost swings left punching the barrier of your forearms, it hurts, but your guard doesn’t break. You duck his right hook taking the advantage and hitting him with a quick body shot to the gut. He stumbles crashing into one of the wooden pillars in the training room. You advance keeping your guard up, to his surprise you rush him jabbing the hard material of his mask. One of your weak points was the inability to strike someone when they’re down. If he didn’t have military grade training, the mask would have shattered from the force of your blows. Before that can happen he attacks low, swiping your knees from under you. Your back crashes onto the mat, knocking the wind out of you. You wheeze from the impact trying to catch your breath. Ghost towers over you with both wrists locked in his iron grip. You can hear him breathing heavily, his chest pressing against your with every exhale. Your legs wrap around him in an attempt to get the upper hand, he doesn’t budge as you try to flip his body. He chuckles at your struggle lifting your arms above your head to show off his strength. “Give up.” He pants as you wiggle beneath him.

“That isn’t what you taught me now is it?” Your hips buck against his waist. A tiny whimper escapes his lips, his hand lets your wrist loose to replace it on your leg. His cock strains in the tight confines of his cargos, if not for the thick material, you’d have felt him poking your inner thigh. Utilizing your center gravity, you rock your body using his weight to roll completely over, landing on top of him. Your legs straddle his thighs. without thinking, his big hands grab your waist balancing you.

“Who was that woman in the picture?” He struggles under you, your knees tense, locking him in place. Now he quite literally couldn’t run from the question.

“No one.” He doesn’t budge.

“She must be important if you won’t talk about her.” You implore.

“Since when are we worried about each other's personal lives?” He relaxes, no longer fighting back.

“Whenever I bring it up, you get this pained look in your eye…like something changed you. Like a piece of you is still hurting.” Your voice softens. His heart thumps at your words, he can no longer look you in the eyes. He wanted to fight the urge to let you in, to have you truly know him. No one knew him and that’s the way he likes it . If no one gets attached, then no one would be put in danger because of him. He didn’t trust himself to protect the ones he cared for after what happened.

“She was my mother.” He says finally.

“Was? What happened to her?” You lean down to hear him better, your face inches from his.

“I couldn’t protect her.” his voice was barely a whisper. You both jump as the training room door creaks open.

“Sorry I’m late y/n-“ König freezes with a tense jaw and clenched fist. After the heated moment earlier he planned to apologize for his behavior at practice today. He had decided to conquer his fears and give you guys a real shot. He wanted to confess his true feelings today when you two had some alone time but things just changed. You scramble off of ghost’s lap standing to your feet clumsily. König takes a step back as you approach him.

“This is what I was trying to tell you earlier…me and ghost will be training together for the next three days…” you ramble.

“Right. Then I’ll just leave you two to do your ‘training’.” He backs into the doorway turning on his heels. He wanted to go back there and beat Sergeant Ghost’s face in, break every finger he laid on you. He wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you back home and pound every ounce of anger he had into you. He wanted everyone to know you were his…but you weren’t and he had to accept that. He couldn’t stop you from exploring other options but he wouldn’t sit back and watch either. Ghost sits up watching the whole thing play out, he could see the anger seething off of König. He got the exact same feelings right before a mission, that sense of imminent danger. This was more than some silly fight between the two of you, he realized that now. He realized what you meant to König and now what you meant to him. His heart drops as he watches you run after König, he thinks about calling after you but chokes back the words.

“König please wait!” You yell running behind him. You grunt as he stops suddenly, making you slam into his back.

“What is there to talk about y/n? You don’t owe me anything.” He mutters.

“I know this sounds like bullshit but that wasn’t what it looked like.”

“You’re right it does sound like bullshit.” He says.

“I just needed a break from this…from us. Just for a few days.” You explain.

“You’ve made it painfully clear there is no us.” He snaps. His head shakes as if he wanted to say more but instead he walks away leaving you alone in the hall.

~

“How was your day” Maya asks, slipping on her purple bonnet.

“Horrible. May, do you think I’m a good person?” You ask, climbing in her bunk. She welcomes you with open arms, stroking your head gently. You nessel into her embrace, finding comfort in her touch. Maya always knew the right things to say, you could count on her to make you feel better after hard days.

“Of course I think you’re a good person y/n. What makes you ask something like that?” She strokes your hair, looking down at you with concerned eyes.

“I just needed to hear it.” she pulls you close, kissing your forehead.

“You know you can talk to me about anything.” She states seriously.

“I know.” You sigh.

“Well you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met.” She assures.

“Thank you may I love you.” You kiss her cheek before throwing your legs over the bunk and walking to your bed.

“I love you too weirdo, goodnight.” She rolls over pulling the cover up to her neck.

~

“Wider.” Ghost orders, slipping two fingers in your open mouth. You suck desperately, wiggling your ass in anticipation. A large warm hand pushes your thighs apart exposing your dripping slit, your back arches as they flick your beating bud. Who? You turn your body and behind you is a half lidded König looking back. His green eyes stare into your soul as he slides a thick finger inside you, pulling it out achingly slow before pumping it back inside again. Your gaze is snatched away by ghost and met with a stiff twitching cock. Clear pre-cum oozes from his flustered tip, using his thumb he gently opens your mouth, sliding his head over the plush of your lower lip. He hisses as you take him in fully, hollowing your cheeks to take him even deeper. You gasp as König stretches you with another finger, stroking the deepest parts of you. Wet squelching fills the space as your pussy drools with arousal. Saliva dribbles down your chin as your head bobs, swallowing as much of him as your body allowed. His head falls back as his tip is met with the back of your warm velvet throat. You gag, making your throat quiver around him, his hips rock sporadically , fingers tangled in your hair. “S’fucking good baby…that’s it you’re making me feel so good-“ Ghost whimpers, head lolling back.

“Ahhh uhn…” You groan, mouth full, as König runs the flat of his tongue up your split, licking away your slippery nectar. His tongue pets your stiff clit, sucking and licking every inch of your inner sex. His five O’clock shadow rubs against your sensitive lips as he pushes deeper, snaking his tongue inside your tight hole. Your jaw goes slack as he tastes you from the inside fucking you with his wriggling tongue.

“Focus on me.” Ghost growls tilting your face to meet his fuck drunk eyes. His hips move aggressively, pounding the back of your throat without mercy. He pulls out admiring the long glistening trail of spit connecting the two of you before thrusting back in.

“Are you ready to take me Prinzessin?(princess)” König calls, planting soft kisses down your back. You nod your head attempting to say yes but all he hears are small moans and gags. He lines himself between your plush thighs, his tip pushes past the barrier of soft skin. You can feel his dick pulsing so close to your needy cunt you begin to whine, you shake your ass hoping to inch him closer. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.” He grunts, stroking your inner thighs with his cock. Your womanhood is soaking wet at the idea that these two monsters were using your body to get off too. “Your thighs feel just as good as that pretty pussy between your legs” he moans fucking your thighs. Ghost pulls back, slapping the curved underside of his dick on your swollen blushed lips.

“Are you tired baby, do you want me to cum?” He teases rubbing his head over your smooth skin.

“She doesn’t deserve to cum yet sergeant.” König slams into you with one long stroke. Ghost follows suit, ramming the back of your throat and trapping your screams inside. König grips your waist holding you still as he absolutely rails you, your pussy flutters with each stroke. His curved dick kisses your sweet spot with every thrust, your walls clench around him when he pulls back. Your entrance squeezes his tip, trying to suck him deeper. With short frustrating thrusts, he fucks you using just the tip of his cock.

“You’re so greedy, you already have a cock in your mouth…and you’re telling me you want more?” He flicks his hips rutting deep inside you. His fingers dig into your hips so hard you knew it’d leave a bruise. They rock your body between them using every piece of you to make themselves cum. You hear an audible ‘pop’ as König uses his spit to lubricate his finger before teasing the only hole that wasn’t full. Slapping sounds fill the air as he pounds into you, massaging your tight little hole. Ghost starts moving faster, making tears fall down your cheeks from overstimulation.

“That slutty mouth is begging for my cum isn’t it?” He chokes, his dick spasming in your mouth.

He makes an inhuman noise as he slams into you one final time before shooting thick salty cum down your throat. König’s nails dig into your hips as he fucks you so hard, your stomach aches. He reached around grabbing your throat as his pace picks up…he was close.

“Can’t take anymore p-please König I’m so close” you cry, eyes rolling back.

“I love the way you beg.” He impales you one last time going as deep as your pussy allowed him. His cock trembles inside you as hot cum shoots from his pulsing tip. You fall to the bed in exhaustion, shaking like a leaf.

~

You wake up to the nagging sound of your alarm. Oh no you think pulling the covers up to your chest.

The sheets were soaking wet, if you didn’t remember last night's dream you’d have sworn you had an accident. Honestly you’d prefer if the infamous toilet dream was the culprit but that wasn’t the case here. This was a good old fashioned wet dream. You’ve had your fair share of wet dreams but König and Ghost…you had to be out of your mind. your brain probably used yesterday's events to generate some random dream sequence, it couldn’t mean anything. You stand, quickly stripping the sheets and making your way to the showers to wash off last night’s dream-like fun.

You get dressed and book it to the janitors closet to get a head start on your chores…something you never did. You couldn’t face either of them now, you decide to just bury yourself in your work. How could you talk This out? What would you say “hey I had a dream you two completely dominated me so we can’t chat right now?”. You’d rather die than ever admit something like that. Maybe this was a sign it was time to really think about your feelings. You need to truly understand how your heart works so nobody else would get hurt. You wondered where König was and what he was doing. Was he thinking about you the way you were thinking of him? You move the mop absentmindedly along the tile floor. You felt so safe with König, his laugh could light up a room, he was beautiful inside and out. But something about Ghost intrigued you and left you wanting more. You had to come up with a fair way to get to know both of them without anyone getting hurt.

~

“Maya, what if I wanted to date two people at once?” You lean over the lunch table so no one else would hear you. She’s quiet for a second, waiting for you to laugh but she sees how serious you are.

“What the hell are you talking about y/n?” She plops an orange slice in her mouth.

“Just hypothetically, how would you go about that?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Well…communication. Both parties would have to have a mutual understanding. Consent is key.” She explains.

“So just show your interest in the idea and inform them of the terms?”

“Right, but the real question is why would you want to do something like that?” She tilts her head.

“First of all it’s hypothetical, and second why should someone have to choose between two people they barely know. Shouldn’t they get the chance to atleast get to know each person.” You take a disgusting bite of your sandwich.

“Well…the person can try being friends with them first. That way there are no expectations.”

“What if they are stubborn and expect an answer right away?” You ask doe eyed. Maya pats your head supportively.

“Then they aren’t the ones for you.” You nod, shooting from your chair.

“God you’re so smart. I gotta go! See you later!” You yell back running out of the mess hall leaving your half eaten lunch.

~

You burst through ghosts office door without knocking as usual and as usual he gives you an annoyed look. To your surprise König sits at the opposite side of the desk, your guess is he’s being briefed on the next mission. His legs are wide as he leans back in his chair staring back at you silently.

“Great, you're both here.” You start.

“What do you want Rookie?” Ghost asks.

“We need to talk…” König stands, not wanting to hear whatever conversation you had to have with ghost.

“All of us.” he turns back to face you.

To be continued?…

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Weird Science | Chapter II

Egon Spengler x Reader

[Notes; This is a shorter chapter and is kind of a filler I guess, but I promise there's more the next one. There is no summary for this.

[Warnings; Some foul language and that's about it.

Part 2/? | <Previous Chapter | Next Chapter>

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Ring, Ring, Ring, Ri-!

You run from the other room to get the telephone, nearly tripping over some of the boxes scattered throughout your apartment. You answer the phone, picking it up and holding it to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Y/n! Hey, it's Ray. I was calling to see if you wanted to swing by our research area sometime this week? Me and the guys have been working on something but hit a bit of a roadblock and need help getting it fixed or changed up soon," Ray's voice rings out excitingly through the phone.

"Hey Ray! Sure I can, but it'll probably have to be either tomorrow or Friday, I'm kinda stuck moving some of the boxes out to my apartment right now,"

"That's fine, Y/n. Also, how do you feel about getting some drinks with me and the guys this weekend? I figure I can reintroduce you to Peter and Egon again. I think it'd be fun if you aren't too busy," Ray suggests.

"Great! I wouldn't mind going with you guys, I think it'd be nice especially with all this that's goin' on right now too." You say, twisting the telephone cord in between your fingers.

"Great! How about you come on over Friday and after we finish up we can all go down to a bar for the night. The work shouldn't take too long."

"Yeah that works, I'll see you Friday then. Bye now."

"Bye Y/n, see you Friday." Ray says before hanging up the phone.

You place the phone back into its holder, then walking through the stacks of boxes to get back to organizing them.

I forgot just how much fun it was to talk to friends, why did I ever loose touch with all of them? Especially Ray.

You pick up a box labeled Motherboards and Breadboards, scribbled out in messily neat handwriting, picking it up and placing it on top of the boxes labeled Wires.

You had only been moving your stuff out for two days now, so regardless of the amount of shit you had in your apartment currently, you still weren't done and there was unfortunately plenty left in what used to be your lab.

You go to turn on your radio, tuning it to a radio station that played some of your favourite stuff and luckily managed to catch it just as a song was about to play.

-bzzt!- "...You're listening to 97.5 FM, the top radio station where you can get all of the newest -bzzt!- hits! Here's Everything She Wants from Wham's new album 'Make It Big'!" -bzzt!-

You make a mental note to remember that you need to buy another radio, as the speakers on yours were starting to give out.

"Somebody told me, "Boy, everything she wants, is everything she sees" I guess I must have loved you, because I said you were the perfect girl for me, baby,"

You danced as you organized more of your boxes. "Where on earth am I going to put all of these?" You said to yourself, putting your hands on your hips.

"Somebody tell me, o-" -pop!- -fzzt!- Your radio began to pop and spark, and it finally gave out with some mild vapor coming out of it.

"Shit! No, please don't give out on me now." You sigh, unplugging the radio from the port and trying to fan away the smoke.

'As if my week couldn't get any worse right now. I'm starting to look forward to Friday more and more.' You think to yourself.

You run your fingers through your hair, deciding to take a nap so you could try to calm yourself down.

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You wake up, stretching and letting out a groan. You look at your bedside clock. 7:47 PM, the clock read.

You get up and head into your kitchen to make dinner. You grab a pot, a can of tomato soup, some bread, and a couple slices of cheese.

Grilled cheese and tomato soup couldn't really be considered the best dinner but its what you had. that's another thing you needed to add to your list. New radio, more groceries.

You add the can of tomato soup and a can of water into the pot and turn the heat on. You get four slices of bread and four slices of cheese out, placing them onto your cutting board as you go to grab your skillet and some butter.

You walked back into your living room to turn on your answering box to listen to any messages you might've gotten while you were napping.

-beep!- "You have- 3 new messages" -beep!-

You walk back into the kitchen to make your grilled cheese, turning the stove on for the skillet and putting two slices of butter on it to melt.

"Hey, Y/n! It's Sarah. I wanted to call to tell you that Mark and I are engaged now! How awesome is that, right! I'll have to talk to you about it when you actually answer your phone. I'll talk to you later, bye!" -beep!-

You smile to yourself, it was always good hearing from Sarah, you never got to talk to her often and you were happy that she finally got engaged with Mark. It might be better to meet with her to congratulate and talk to her, you'll call to tell her that later.

"Hey, Y/n. It's dad. I heard about what happened at the University and I want to say I'm sorry, kiddo. If you ever need help with anything or just want to come and hang out with your old man you can always come over whenever you want. I hope you feel better and, uh, yeah. I love you, stay safe." -beep!-

It was always so nice to hear from your parents. You hated to say it but it was even better when you heard from your dad rather than your mom. You'd always been daddy's little girl though. You need to go and visit them very soon, you forgot just how much you missed them.

You take both of the grilled cheeses off of the skillet and turn of the stove for both the soup and the skillet.

"Hey, Y/n, it's Ray again. Good and exciting news; me, Venkman, and Spengler got actual evidence that phantoms and ghosts are real and even got an ectoplasm sample. Not so good news; we've all been kicked out of the University today. I guess the Dean decided he was done with us in the same week. Anyway, just wanted to sha-" -beep!- "Time limit exceeded." -beep!- "You have no more messages" -beep!-

"Shit. I hope they're okay." You say to yourself, taking your plate and bowl to place it on your kitchen island.

Your home didn't feel all that cozy now with all of the boxes scattered throughout your apartment. Though you guess it never was to begin with.

There were only the bare necessities. A bed, one chair next to the island, pots and pans, food, a small television, a table where the television and phone sat, and a few other kitchen appliances. You were always at your lab so you didn't feel the need for a couch, things for hobbies, or anything else that weren't completely necessary, though you guess that a television wasn't exactly necessary.

You sit at the island and eat, turning on your television and putting on the news. Nothing interesting to say the least, just the same boring thing as everyday.

You sigh and clean up the mess from your food, walking them and putting them up to dry. Turn off the television and head into your room to go to bed again.

Though it sucked to have been fired from the University, you had a lot of time to relax now, to sleep a normal amount of time for the first time in years. But the downside of it is that you were bored. So.. incredibly.. bored.. This was also the first time that you had nothing to do in years to occupy your hands and mind. It was awful.

You finally fall asleep after letting your mind wander, thinking about how you never would have had to let Thallman go work with another professor if you would've just done something else to not piss of the Dean.

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This was a shorter chapter and I'm actually being smarter about making chapter fics, making two of them at a time so people don't wait ages for one individual chapter to be released (And I'm terribly sorry for that, guys), and I'm sorry for the pace that this is going. But the next chapter is going to have more, I promise. I'll stop the ranting for now, I do hope you enjoyed it, though.

[rdiowx]

Could you write a Ray x (possible amab? if not then neutral is fine) y/n fluff-smut where y/n was having a shit day and Ray wanted to make them feel better? Some praise stuff coming from him 'n all would b super kewl!!

YOURW KILLING ME

Ray makes me kick my feet and twirl my hair .

RAY TORO AND A READER THAT HAD A BAD DAY

Ray toro x gn!amab!reader.

Smut, amab reader, praise, angst kinda but Ray fixes that dw, handjob (reader receiving), Ray being a service top, cuddle handjob, Crying, i was listening to game theory while i wrote this.

You had just experienced the shittiest day known to man, all you wanted to do now was go home and sit with your boyfriend Ray on the couch and watch tv. Your favorite show was coming on soon at least now you have something to look forward to. You actually had no idea if Ray is even home right now but luckily, as you pull into the drive way Rays car was there. You quickly walked to the door and unlocked it, slightly fumbling with your keys. “Ray! Im home!” You yelled throughout the house. It didnt take long to hear Rays footsteps coming towards you as you made your way deeper into the house.

“Hi baby, how was your day?” Ray questioned, pulling you into a hug. You only rolled your eyes at the question in response. “Bad huh?” Ray asked, planting a kiss onto your forehead. “Yep.” You responded simply. You made your way into the kitchen where Ray was before to see what he was cooking. It was one of your favorites, you smiled a little at this before checking the clock. “Oh! My favorite show is coming on soon.” You said, making your way to the living room making sure to take your coat and shoes off to put them by the door.

“Thats okay, we can watch it and eat.” Ray said bringing yours and his plates to the living room. You basically inhaled your food, you loved when Ray cooked. After you both finished Ray took both of your plates into the kitchen to put them in the sink. When he came back he seemed to have stopped by your room on the way back as he had your favorite blanket in his hand. You decided to go get changed into more comfy clothes, considering you were still in your work clothes. “Ill be right back.” You reassured before going to yours and Rays shared room to change.

You had no idea if the clothes you picked were Rays or yours but considering how big the shirt was on you it must’ve been Rays. You made your way back to the living room before slipping in front of Ray, he was laying down now with you in front of him. It didn’t take long for Ray to start littering kisses on your neck and the sides of your face making you let out a giggle. After a while Ray started to get a little more touchy, slowly trailing his hands up your shirt. You let out a whine as he sucked a mark into your neck, screwing your eyes shut as he trailed his hand down your pants to palm you through your boxers.

“I love you so much.” Ray whispered, pressing a kiss onto your lips. You didn’t hesitate to to reciprocate it, breathily moaning into his mouth. He managed to pull your pants down to your thighs within the time you were kissing. He was now stroking you at a leisurely pace catching you by surprise. The blanket was now discarded as it had gotten too hot to be under it. “Holy fuck-!” You moaned as Ray sunk his thumb into the slit of your tip. Now laying on your back so you could kiss Ray comfortably, your lips had barley left each other.

The tv was now long forgotten, your moans drowning out the sounds of your show. Ray was still stroking you, though a little faster now. You were breathing hard, eyes watering at this point as ray kissed your tears away. “Fuck i think im gonna cum soon.” You cried, bucking your hips up into his hand. “Yea? Go on, do it.” Ray encouraged, hiding his head into your neck to continue kissing your neck. You came soon after that, painting your stomach and Rays hand with cum, whining as Ray slowed his movements.

Ray leaves to get a towel and water after you calm down. Taking extra care to not overstimulate you as he cleans you off, making sure to keep you hydrated afterwards. He pulls your pants and boxers back up your hips and soon takes you back to your shared room. It doesnt take you guys long to fall into a deep sleep, tangled in each others limbs.

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Everything, Everywhere | The Mikaelson Boys

Hello Lovelies! I circled back to my element and wrote a more traditional Mikaelson Boys fic. Did I reuse the theme of a ball? Yes, I am a weak and lazy woman. Did I make the fic completely implausible and touchy? You know I did, they’re vampires and I will let them touch whoever they want (with consent of course). Anyway, it’s honestly just a cute, kinda steamy romance. I altered some of the points from the universe but you have to squint to see where. You know, my entire gambit. You could use this as a prologue for my other fic, Big Decisions, but this is more than fine as a standalone. Anyways, I hope you are all doing well and that this story brings you joy! Until next time <3 

Description: Y/n is part of a founding family and gets invited to a Mikaelson ball. Somehow she manages to enamour three of the brothers. They soon discover she has a few secrets that they’re more than willing to indulge.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x The Mikaelson Boys

Warnings: Kudos to me I think there are none

Word count: 10k (oops)

Tags: Fluff, smut if you squint (more like nudity)

“Are you heading home this weekend?” Lily twirls a strand of blonde hair between her fingers, “Mama told me there’s an event.”

Your best friend lays on your bed as opposed to her own, her legs dangling over the edge. Her eyes are closed, probably halfway to being asleep. It’s been this way since the two of you left for college three years ago, always more in your space than her own. You’re lucky that way, you have a best friend who would follow you across the country if you wanted her to. Honestly, you would do the same. Luckily, though, you decided on only two hours away away from home. Just far enough to find your footing. At least, that’s what you tell yourself. 

You smile softly at her, swiveling in your chair, “what event? My parents haven’t said anything to me.”

Your family is a founding family, just like Lily’s is. That’s how the two of you became best friends, it was practically destined. You were babies at the same time and your parents brought you to every meeting together. You were inseparable long before you can remember.

Lilly yawns, curling her legs to her chest, “I think it’s some sort of ball. I’m not too sure, I think we got invitations,” Lily rolls her eyes as if the concept of a hand written letter offends her very being, “and they probably just forgot or assumed I would tell you. Isn’t your mom, like, the head of the committee now?”

You nod at her, closing your own eyes for a second, “yeah she’s always got something going on. I swear she forgets she even has a daughter half the time.” You let your mind drift to the other half of the conversation, “Invitations? That’s exciting.”

You don’t have to look at her to know that she’s rolling her eyes again. You crack an eye open anyway just in time to glimpse her do that very thing. You giggle lightly, shaking your head. 

Always one for theatrics, “careful, Lil, your tomboy is showing. What would your mother think if she could see you up in arms over a silly, little note, hmm?”

She scowls at you before letting the grin crack through, flipping her middle finger up at you and mouthing bite me. 

You lean your head back against your chair, “I’m not even sure if mama wants me to come. She hasn’t said anything about this to me. She called me yesterday and it didn’t come up once. Maybe I should just stay here.”

“Not true,” Lily curls her fingers at you, beckoning you to join her on the bed, “she’s just busy these days. Remember how she was when we were little?”

You move to the bed, curling next to your best friend, “you mean how she was always around? She went from helicopter parent to too busy to text me back.”

You yawn, closing your eyes and letting the lullaby of sleep on your limbs sing a little louder. Lily cuddles closer to you, almost gone herself. You wish you could hold onto these moments. These fleeting minutes of comfort in your best friend’s arms. It’ll be gone all too soon. You almost don’t want to fall asleep. Laying next to her feels like the calm before the storm and you want to soak up as much of it as you can. Your heavy eyelids, however, have other plans.

“You’re coming. If I have to go then so do you. I’m sure this weekend will be different,” her voice is the last thing you hear before you drift off, “I can feel it.”

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Sure enough, when you pull into your parent’s driveway after dropping Lily off at her own house, your mother bursts through the door, a wide smile on her face. You let your own smile drown the nerves you’ve been fighting for the last three hours, practically falling out of the car to get to her. She wraps you in a hug, her familiar honeysuckle and lilac scent trickling around you.

“I missed you, mama,” you whisper against her shoulder and she squeezes you tighter for a second before letting go.

“Oh honey,�� she crinkles her nose at you, her face the picture of serene joy, “what’s to miss? I’m always right here. I, however, missed you so much.” She leads you into the house, her arm around your shoulders tight, “Tell me all about everything!”

You suck in a breath as you enter your house, letting your shoulders sag as you pass over the door frame. You’re home, finally. You glance around quickly at everything you’ve missed for the last few months. You glance at family photos, most of which include Lily, and the random trinkets your parents have collected over the years. There are a few new ones and you make a mental note to look at them later. 

You settle on a stool at the kitchen counter, leaning your head in your hand, “you first, mama. What’s this about a ball? And an invitation, hmm? You’ve been holding out on me.”

Her eyes widen, telling you everything you need to know. She forgot. You really aren’t that surprised. It makes you feel better, at least the reason she didn’t tell you wasn’t because she didn’t want you to attend. Lily was right, you’ll have to let her say I told you so when you see her next.

“Oh shoot,” she snaps her fingers, rushing to the foyer, her voice floating to you as she turns the corner, “I’m so sorry honey, it completely slipped my mind. I barely had a chance to glance at my own invitation,” she comes back into view, now with two envelopes in her hand, “here you go!”

She hands you the envelope and you almost gasp at how luxurious the paper feels in your fingers. The cardstock is definitely of the more expensive selection and you blanche. Who on earth could be sending this? You read your name on the card drawn in an elegant script. Handwritten. You had been joking with Lily when you thought that but now, looking at it first hand, it almost offends you as well. You could never write like that.

You open it carefully, making sure to not taint the red seal. You’re pretty sure your heart would collapse if that happened. This has to be one of the most beautiful things you have ever touched. You pull the equally luxurious note from the envelope, your eyes dancing over the paper. 

Please join the Mikaelson Family this coming Saturday at seven o’clock for dancing, cocktails, and celebration. 

Your heart stops. This coming Saturday. Saturday. As in today Saturday. You whip your head up to stare at your mother, your mouth falling open. 

“Mama,” this time your eyes widen, “this is tonight!” you hiss, your brows shooting up, “I can’t attend this! There’s no time, it’s two in the afternoon already!”

She rolls her eyes and for a moment you picture Lily and how she would call you dramatic. You can practically hear her voice. Just wear jeans you princess. You scoff at imaginary Lily. You can’t attend a ball in jeans, not that that would stop her at all.

“You can and you should attend,” she places a finger under your chin, drawing your eyes to meet hers, “the Mikaelson’s are new to town and have invited us. It’s only polite that we attend. Besides,” she winks at you and your cheeks flood with heat, “they are quite the handsome bunch. Perhaps you can end this dry spell? Give me some grandbabies?” 

You choke at her words, pulling your face from her fingers with burning skin, “oh my god, mama! I’m almost certain you should not be condoning grandbabies! Besides, I have nothing to wear so I highly doubt I’ll be the one pulled from the crowd. Reproduction rates are looking slim, I am sorry to say!”

She laughs, her eyes crinkling, and you can’t stop yourself from joining her, “alright, alright. No grandbabies. Yet. However, I’m not so sure how you can be so certain when you haven’t even looked at what I picked up for you. I quite think you’re going to change your mind, honey bunch.”

Your laughter stops abruptly as she leaves the room for the second time. You hear her jog up the stairs and your interest is officially peaked. She never jogs. What on earth has she done? You rack your brain, trying to picture what she’s going to show you now. You don’t have much time to sit on your thoughts, however, because soon you can hear her feet on the stairs again, still jogging, now humming a tune you can’t place. 

When she comes back into view, your mouth falls open. In her hands is a gown. No, not just a gown. In her hands is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. It’s a black, sequined number with a full skirt and a slit that looks like it will rest a touch lower than your hip. The straps keeping it on the hanger are thin, almost nonexistent, and the bodice has a deep but modest dip. When she moves it sparkles like a diamond, catching the sun rays pouring in through the kitchen window. She holds it up, letting it flow to its full effect in front of you, and you gasp, your hands flying to your mouth. 

You can feel the tears prickling at the edge of your vision and you silently scold yourself for being so emotional, “mama, where did you get this? It’s too much!”

Her smile falters, minutely, but you still see it and curse silently, “you don’t like it?”

You stand quickly, your eyes wide, “no! That’s not it,” you take the dress from her, afraid it’ll disappear if you don’t touch it, “this must have cost a fortune is all! How can we afford this?”

It’s true, the dress looks like a million bucks and probably costs as much. You’re a founding family, sure, but that doesn’t instantly equate to old money. It doesn’t even mean new money. Your family has never struggled to get by but you also know that something this extravagant would have definitely set your father back a pretty penny. You don’t want your family to waste their hard earned money on something this frivolous, even if it is the most stunning thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

Your mother’s smile returns to its full brilliance and she shakes her head, “it didn’t cost me a thing, honey, don’t worry. Mrs. Jackson down the street owed me a favor and I asked if she had anything particularly pretty laying around. She pulled this from her closet. She also told me to let you know that it’s yours if you would like.”

You hug the dress tiger to your chest, your mouth gaping further, “I can keep this?”

Your mother giggles, bobbing her head up and down quickly. She looks like she’s ready to start jumping. You don’t blame her, you’re half a second away from doing the same thing. You could scream from how ecstatic you are.

“Come, honey,” your mom grabs your hand, dragging you up the stairs with her, “I think it’s high time we start getting ready for tonight, don’t you think? You have some Mikaelson’s to wow!”

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When seven o’clock rolls around you’re standing outside the biggest mansion you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Its white pillars taunt you, each one large enough to hide your body. Twice. You’re alone, spare the people around you milling in and out of the large doors. Your mother had dropped you in front while her and your father went to park the car. Never before in your life has a house made you feel this small. This alone. You pull your shawl, a sheer black number, around your shoulders and shrink slightly.

A hand lands on your shoulder and you jump, spinning around quickly only to be greeted with Lily, whose face is twisted from the laughter pouring out of her. She clutches her stomach from the force, wrinkling the red satin dress she’s wearing. You take a moment to admire how much it suits her. It’s a little bold for your tastes but she wears it like no one else could. Her hair is twisted on the top of her head, a few curls falling to frame her face. She looks amazing, not that you had any doubts.

You lightly smack her shoulder, finally letting a few giggles loose, “you scared me you idiot!” You turn your eyes back to the mansion, swallowing the lump of nerves growing in your throat, “take a look at this place, will you. It’s huge! Have you ever seen a house this big? What could someone possibly need a house this big for?”

“Yeah it’s something alright,” her eyes drag down the hulking facade before meeting yours once more, a naughty smirk now on her red lips, “and I’m sure the inside is even nicer! Let’s go!”

She grabs your hand, all but dragging you over the threshold. Light pours over you, catching the sequins on your dress and making it sparkle delicately, something that would usually make you squeal however your attention is currently elsewhere. That elsewhere is the dual grand staircase in the center of the room. It’s encased in pillars, the feature leaking in from the exterior of the mansion. It’s bronze railings are strung up with thousands of twinkling lights. The staircase is easily the focal point of the foyer. 

But not because of the lights. 

Lily digs her nails into your hand, pulling you to a screeching halt, “are you seeing what I’m seeing right now?”

Her eyes are glued to the same place that yours are, dragging up and down the staircase with little care to whoever might be watching her little show. You choose a less outright form of gawking, opting to look all around the room while still making little glances at your main focus.

“Yeah, Lil, I think I am,” you gulp, your eyes training on three sinfully gorgeous men, “mama said they were handsome but this,” you let the end of your sentence drop, not having nearly the vocabulary to explain the Mikaelsons.

In total, there are five people on the staircase. Four men and a woman. Each one is gorgeous in their own right. You mull over the woman first. If you thought that you looked nice before you left, that’s pretty much gone now. She’s absolutely stunning. Her blonde hair lays in a sheet over her shoulders, winding almost to her base of her spine. She wears an emerald gown, one fitted to every dip and curve of her body like it was spun by Aphrodite herself. You have to look away, she’s the kind of pretty that makes you feel like you’re not worthy of seeing it.

Your eyes travel to the man next to her and your mouth goes dry. He’s tall. That’s the first thing you notice. If you were next to him he would easily tower over you. Not just because of his height, though. You shift your focus to his arms and the way the sleeves of his tux hug them tightly. You have no doubts this man could rip you in two if he wanted to. He stands at ease, his eyes wandering the faces of those closest to him as he lifts a hand to smooth over his brown hair. At least he doesn’t look to be in the killing mood.

Behind him is a man with blonde hair. Even from across the room it looks softer than silk and your palms itch to run through it. He leans against the railing, a glass of champagne loose in his fingers. His eyes are on the others but he has the appearance of a man who is a thousand miles away. Your heart hurts at the thought but you brush past it. You don’t know him and you’re most likely wrong. Still you give him another brush over, wishing slightly that he would crack even a hint of a smile.

You shake your head, moving to the man at the top of the stairs. He’s alive with something fiery, speaking to the others with animated hands and laughing hard. You can’t hear him over the crowd around you but, gods, you wish you could. It’s probably nothing important but, by the looks of him, he could make anything sound special. He throws his head back laughing, his brown hair flopping wildly. You can’t look at him for long either but not for the same reason you couldn’t look at the woman. No, you can’t look at him because you’re afraid if you look any longer than you’ll be sucked in forever.

When you look at the last man you shiver. It’s not the kind of shiver that makes you feel exhilarated though, it’s the opposite. Your blood runs cold when you look at him and, when his eyes meet yours, you look away instantly. You can feel his eyes burning into your back for a few moments after and you hate it. Unlike the rest of them, this man makes you feel ice cold.

You tug on your best friend’s hand, desperate to get away from the man, “come on, Lil, let’s go find the champagne.” 

Lily’s eyes light up at the thought, instantly taking the lead on this new expedition, “girl you read my mind!” 

You take one last glance towards the staircase as she pulls you into another room, momentarily catching three pairs of brown eyes before scampering around the corner. Your cheeks are hot when you’re finally out of their vicinity. You hadn’t realized how heavy the air around them had been. Now that you can’t see them your bones feel marginally lighter. Something nags at you though, a loss of sorts. You rub a hand over your chest, massaging the ache away.

Lily pushes a cool glass into your hand, lifting her own to her lips. You follow suit, breathing in the sugary scent before letting the sweet bubbles flow down your throat. They pop, soothing your flaming chest.

“Shit,” Lily breathes, “everything about this screams money. The invitations, the house, this damn champagne. What’s next? A pool of synchronised swimmers?” Her eyes wander the room, her fingers tight around the glass, “I’m not used to this Great Gatsby level of wealth. It’s making my head spin a little. This is my parent’s scene, not mine.”

You nod lightly, her words everything you’ve been dying to say. It’s magnificent but you’ve never felt more out of place. Not even the founders day balls are like this. At least Mrs. Lockwood has the good sense to cater to the modesty of the town. Before you can answer, however, a voice joins your conversation.

“My apologies, my brothers like to go overboard when throwing parties. It’s not quite my taste either, a little too stuffy if you ask me.” 

You spin around to the sight of the woman from the stairs and your heart pounds hard in your chest. She’s even more beautiful up close, like a Van Gogh masterpiece. Her voice is accented and smooth, impossibly so. You feel like a peasant in her presence but her smile is light and it helps to soothe your nerves a touch. When you look at Lily, though, her cheeks are beet red and her eyes are wide. 

“Oh my, I am so sorry! I didn’t think anyone would hear me besides,” she nudges you lightly, the smile she’s plastered on her face sheepish, “this one here. It really is gorgeous. Perhaps university has lowered my standards.”

You watch Lily fumble her words and you don’t blame her. This girl seems like she was made to insite insecurity and you mean that in the very best of ways. Despite her slight enthusiasm, though, Lily’s eyes flow over the woman slowly. You can tell she’s interested. By the way her stares are being reciprocated, you would say she isn’t the only one. You smile at that.

The woman laughs, her eyes filled with mirth, “your standards aren’t low, this party is just a nightmare. I’m Rebekah, one of the many Mikaelsons you will surely encounter tonight,” she looks over her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, “and it looks as though you’re going to get the immersive experience.”

You, too, look over her shoulder and your heart stops. The three men from the staircase, the ones who didn’t make your blood run cold, walk towards you slowly, stopping here and there to welcome guests. The tall one catches your eye and you freeze, a deer caught in the headlights. He says something to the other men and they join in looking at you. You swallow hard, your insides doing somersaults at the sight of them. A deer caught in three headlights, it would seem. 

You look back at Rebekah, your eyes blown wide from the panic rising in your chest. She isn’t looking at you, her eyes still locked on your best friend. They’re in the middle of a conversation that you haven't been paying attention to. You tune back in just in time to hear Lily ask about the gardens behind the house. You scrunch your nose. What gardens?

“Yes, they’re marvelous,” Rebekah leans towards Lily, a glint in her eyes, “and much less crowded. I could show you around them if you’d like?” 

Oh no. No no no. You can see the gears turning in your best friend’s head and the smile that blossoms on her face. You know what’s about to happen and for a moment time stands still. She’s really going to do it, isn’t she? 

She looks over at you, tossing you and apologetic squint before meeting Rebekah’s wondering eyes, “I would love that! Lead the way.”

You watch in slow motion as your best friend wanders away, once more looking over her shoulder to mouth a quick I’m sorry. You roll your eyes at her, murmuring a silent you owe me. You close your eyes briefly, tipping the remainder of your champagne into your mouth. You set your glass down as the alcohol swirls in your stomach, adding a kind of weightlessness to your movements. You embrace it, your eyes scanning the ornate walls. What the hell are you going to do now?

A breeze swirls around you, a myriad of spices hitting your nose just as a honeyed voice breaks your daze, “this house was built in the seventeenth century. As a matter of fact, those are the same walls. I do apologize, we’re a little slow when it comes to modernization. I know it can be a lot to take in, if you need another moment to confront them I do understand.”

You turn quickly, your cheeks hot to the touch, and you find yourself inches away from one of the men from the staircase. You bite your cheek, you really need to figure out their names. Up close you see that you were right about him, he does indeed tower over you. You have to bend your neck significantly to make comfortable eye contact. You almost wish you hadn't, though, his dark eyes flooding your chest with butterflies.

“I think I’ve had my fill of the walls but thank you for your consideration,” you pull your wrap tighter around you, clutching it like it's the source of magic that is helping you keep your composure, “and for the history lesson. This house is beautiful.”

He smiles widely, an action so doused in beauty that your head spins, “thank you, it was my father’s. I am Elijah, I don’t believe we’ve met before,” his eyes flit across your face and you can feel the blush begin to creep down your chest, “something which I’m beginning to understand is a terrible misfortune on my part.”

Your heart pounds painfully, your throat dry. This man clearly has a deep grasp on words and knows exactly how to use them. You wonder for a moment to what extent. What would he sound like in a more intimate setting? What words would he use when no one else could hear him? 

Your eyes widen, your chest burning at the thought, “I’m y/n. Perhaps you’ve met my mother, Mary-Anne?” you glance around, trying and failing to locate your mother, “She’s around here somewhere, she has a hand in most of the happenings around town so it wouldn’t surprise me if you do know her.”

Elijah’s carmel eyes fill with recognition, “ah, yes, I believe I’ve seen her in town. Never you, though.”

Though he doesn’t ask, the question is clear in his tone. 

“I attend university out of town,” you clutch your chest lightly, your fingers curling around the top of your dress, “I’m actually only home for the weekend. My mother was adamant I attend this evening.”

Elijah tilts his head, his eyes flitting quickly to where your fingers slip down your dress. When he looks back at you his eyes are a touch darker than before. Your heart pounds harder as well and you bite your lip slightly, thankful your mother didn’t make you wear lipstick.

“I see. I suppose that means we must give you a night to remember,” his eyes linger on your mouth for a moment and the heat that was swirling in your chest sinks lower.

“Indeed we shall, brother,” a voice from your left pulls your attention.

You’re greeted with the blonde from earlier, the one who looked like he was on another planet. Standing in front of you now he looks much more aware. His eyes, a touch lighter than Elijah’s, skim down your dress, lingering on the high slit on your hip before meeting yours again. You suck in a breath but there is no oxygen to be found.

“I do hope my brother is giving you a proper welcome,” his eyes flash, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips, “I wouldn’t want you leaving here tonight without a proper taste of the Mikaelson charm.”

The way he says the word taste, the way it rolls of his tongue, is positively sinful. It hits you straight in the stomach, spreading like poison through your already airy body. It anchors you to the ground, to him. You glance at Elijah who’s already watching you like a hawk. You feel naked under his gaze but, for some reason, it isn’t a wholly unwelcome feeling. You actually kind of like it. 

You smile lightly at him before turning back to his brother, “I think he’s doing a marvelous job. His introduction skills, however, need a little bit of a touch up.” You giggle at the glimpse of his furrowed eyebrows from the corner of your eye, “Too much talking about walls for my liking.”

“Ah, there you two are,” a third voice joins your arsenal of men, standing on your right and piercing you with a voice accented enough to make the gods fall to their knees, “hogging all the pretty girls tonight, are we Klaus?”

You meet the eyes of the third man, the one who made laughter look like a gift, and your heart sings. He grins at you, his eyes, much like his brothers’, a warm brown. Having all three of them this close to you is more intense than you could have imagined. They make the room feel smaller. Intimate. You’re not sure if you want to run away screaming or move closer to them. They’re magnetic, you’re just not sure if being pulled in or pushed away.

He takes your hand, an action that sends your heart into overdrive. His eyes light up, as if he can hear every rapid beat of your pulse. You scold yourself inwardly. Don’t be stupid, y/n, that would be impossible. 

“I’m Kol,” he brings your hand to his lips, laying a kiss that renders your knees weak against your knuckles, “it’s a pleasure.”

Your heart thunders at the feeling of his lips against your skin. You feel like a schoolgirl, dizzy from the slightest touch from your playground crush. His lips are warm and soft. Is this how princesses feel? God, you need another drink. 

“So,” Klaus steps towards you, his eyes swirling with something barely contained, “what’s this I heard about us giving you a night to remember?”

Your heart stops on the spot and you almost choke, not missing any of the implications behind his tone, “I have to head back to school tomorrow is all,” you breathe, trying to play off some of the heat swirling under the surface of your skin, “please, don’t let me keep you from the rest of your guests. I’m sure there are quite a few more important people than me here tonight.”

Elijah chuckles, the sound piling on top of the many other ones you’re already holding tight to, “the guest list is merely a formality, it would really be my pleasure to show you around.”

He holds his hand out to you, his eyes warm but challenging. You swallow thickly, a string of indecipherable emotions rushing through your chest, circling your lungs. You know it’s just a gesture so why does it feel like something more? Why does the thought of taking his hand feel like stepping into the rest of your life? You take a breath, squaring your shoulders and slipping your hand into his. Bring it on, destiny.

“Wait just a moment brother,” Kol’s fingers slip around your wrist, dragging down your palm until your fingers are locked together, “stealing her away from me so soon? I’m not sure I can let you do that.”

Elijah and Kol stare at each other, something wild brewing in their increasingly dark eyes. You tense, feeling like the rope in a game of tug of war. This doesn’t feel like a game, though, this feels real. You’re not a rope to be fought over, you get to decide what and who you want. Even if that’s all of them.

You squeeze both of their hands, drawing their attention back to you, “I’m sure this house is big enough for us to all comfortably go for a tour.”

Elijah’s eyes widen, dragging over you once more as if seeing you properly for the first time all night. He, like his brothers, lingers on the most delicate parts of you for just a few moments longer than he should. It’s a hole in his armor, a hint past the gentleman front. You want to leap at it and pull until all that’s left is the darkness swirling beneath his surface.

You glance at Kol who meets your eyes head on, a toothy grin already on his face, “marvelous, darling. What a great idea.”

He begins pulling you, and by default Elijah, out of the room but you halt, feeling a tad off. You look behind you at Klaus and sigh, your heart heavy. He stands tall but you catch his eyes and the way they glance at your hands, both of which are still being occupied. He squeezes his hands into fists, shoving them in his pockets. You tilt your head, pouting slightly at him. 

“Mr. Mikaelson, are you coming? Time is of the essence,” you nod your head toward the foyer, a coy smile on your lips, “we can’t can’t afford to waste any now.”

His face lights up instantly, walking towards you with flames dancing behind his eyes, “time isn’t real, love. Tonight we have as much of it as we want. As much of it as you want.”

You swallow hard. You want it all. 

Kol pulls you towards him, twirling you slowly, making your dress spin around your legs like a ribbon, “where to first, darling? What do you want to see?”

Your hands land on his chest, your cheeks flushed and legs wobbly from the spinning. His other hand goes around your waist, his fingers squeezing gently, his thumb pressing into your side in a way that makes you want to draw his body closer to your own. Your thoughts from before ring through your head. He makes everything sound special. More than that; he makes everything feel special.

“Everything,” you can’t tear your eyes away from his, you don’t want to, “show me everything please.”

He leans down, his forehead inches from your own. You can feel the heat rolling off his body even through his tux. It’s luxurious and mingles with the last dregs of the champagne. When combined with his scent, a nutty blend of cloves and cinnamon, you feel lightheaded. 

“Very well, darling,” his eyes flit to your lips, “everything it is.”

An arm snakes around your waist, pulling you away from whatever mischief is brewing beneath Kol’s honey eyes. He tilts his head at the person who grabbed you, his aura turning from playful to down right frosty. 

You turn away, breaking the hold of one Tyler Lockwood. Your ex. You squint your eyes. If you were a cat, your hackles would be raised. You wouldn’t claw his eyes out but you would be damn close. Memories from your senior year pour through your mind, twisting your gut painfully. You blink them away. Contrary to Klaus, you don’t have time for this.

“Tyler,” your voice courteous but cold, “what is it?”

He doesn’t catch your tone or, if he does, he doesn’t act like it. He reaches towards you again, no doubt to pull you into a hug, but you back away. Unlike with Kol, you don’t want to touch him. You definitely don't want him touching you. That part of your life is over.

“Y/n,” his voice is light, happy, “I didn’t know you were back! Mom didn’t say anything. How have you been?”

The atmosphere around you thickens. You don’t have to look at the Mikaelsons to see that their shoulders are tense. You feel them take a step closer to you, surrounding you with some much needed warmth.

You clench your jaw, forcing a smile on your face, “yes, well, I didn’t know if I was going to be home this weekend or not. University and all, I’m sure you understand. I’m fine, thank you.”

He nods enthusiastically and you grind your teeth slightly, wishing the floor would just swallow you whole. You dart your eyes to the side, briefly skimming Klaus as he rolls his eyes. Lily would be proud. Kol and Elijah don’t look amused either. You��re not sure how you know but you have to get them away from Tyler as fast as possible. The air drops another few degrees and you shiver.

“Oh well, no harm done!” Tyler steps closer to you, “say, how long are you in town? We should grab a bite at the grill.”

You drop your fake smile, your heart stinging slightly, “sorry, Lily and I are heading back tomorrow morning.”

You feel the boys once again tense, as if they don’t like the information you just shared. You don’t have time to think too hard about it though before Tyler closes even more space between you, grabbing your hand. You flinch back, hitting something hard and warm. The smell of pine trees, a whole forest of them, swirls around you as a hand circles your waist.

Tyler scrunches his brows, his smile slightly faltering, “tonight, then? I would really love a chance to talk. Catch up a little.”

You almost laugh. He just isn’t giving up. He can never make it easy for you, can he? The hand on your waist squeezes and you look over your shoulder, your heart stuttering. Elijah is staring at Tyler, something swirling under his irises. Whatever it is looks untamed. Not in the good way, like how he was looking at you earlier. No, whatever he’s feeling right now is dangerous. Time to go. 

“I really can’t, my night has been spoken for. Maybe next time, Tyler,” you turn to Elijah, “Elijah, did you say that you saw my mother looking for me? Would you mind showing me to her?”

Elijah’s eyes sparkle, clearly taking your hint, “indeed, she was right this way.”

He pushes you gently, blocking you from Tyler as he leads you out of the room. You can hear Tyler call out to you but you keep walking. Two other sets of footsteps join you, Kol grabbing your hand and twining your fingers together once more. When you break into the foyer you let the anxiety that had been building drain. That was more exhausting than you would like to admit. 

Elijah leads the four of you silently to a room off to the side of the foyer. He pushes the large mahogany door open, ushering you in before shutting it again. The smell of ink and old pages hits your nose and your mouth drops open at the sight. You’re in the biggest library you’ve ever seen. It’s like something out of The Beauty and The Beast, the ceilings high and the walls lined from top to bottom with shelves upon shelves of books. You break away from the boys, your fingers itching to touch what is no doubt an impressive collection of history. 

You hear a chuckle behind you but you don’t turn, your fingers skimming an older looking manuscript. Upon closer inspection the handwritten inscription on the cover reads Vonya i mir. Your heart stops and you quickly pull it from the shelf throwing all common courtesy out the window. This can’t be what you think it is. You flip it over in your hands, taking care not to crack the spine too much. Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy. 

You whip your head up, meeting three curious glances with wide eyes, “this is War and Peace! Like, the original manuscript. This is,” your heart pounds, your eyes glued to the yellowed pages in your hands, “this is history. I can’t believe I’m holding this.” Your heart stops, “Oh my, I should not be holding this! This belongs in a museum! What am I even doing, holding it like it’s nothing.”

You set it carefully on a desk behind you, looking apologetically back at them. Your cheeks heat rapidly. It’s very much not like you to go into a stranger’s home and start groping their collectables. You pull your lip between your teeth, lowering your head.

A hand gently grabs your chin, “you didn’t mention you’re a classic literature major, love.”

A small smile toys on Klaus’ lips, his thumb skimming over your jaw. Your heart stutters when he says love, warmth spreading through your chest. You reluctantly move your head from his hand, turning to motion at the manuscript.

“That’s because I’m not. I am a history major, with a focus on Russian culture. I’ve read War and Peace more times than I care to admit,” you smile lightly at the book, thinking about the hours you’ve spent pouring over it, “never in Russian, though.”

You glance back at Klaus, your hand flying once more to your bodice. He studies you carefully, his head tilted to the side. 

“And what do you think of it? Do you prefer the war or the peace?” He steps towards you, his words filling the almost nonexistent gap between your body and his.

Your breath catches. He’s close enough to touch and, gods, do you ever want to just reach out and pull him against you. First Elijah, then Kol, now him. You’re really gunning to end that dry spell in one night and three ways aren’t you? Heat creeps up your neck, your ears flaming at the thought.

“You can’t have one without the other,” you glance over his shoulder at Elijah and Kol, both of whom are hanging on to your every word, “war is inevitable but peace,” you look back at Klaus, “peace is fundamental.”

Klaus brushes a strand of hair from your cheekbone, sending shivers racing up your spine, “fundamental to what, love?”

His voice is low, his accent wearing down any reservations that you had at the beginning of the night. Your mother’s voice rings through your ears. Give me some grandbabies. She had clearly been joking but your body clearly has no concept of satire, heat pooling between your legs at the thought of making those babies. You close your eyes, sucking in a deep breath. It does nothing to quench the heat. You’re in the thick of it now and there is no escaping the white hot fire growing inside of you.

You sink your head into his hand, “happiness.”

An arm hooks around your waist, spinning you into a pair of spiced arms. Kol. You crack your eyes open and, sure enough, you’re correct. You shouldn’t have been able to guess that already. You’ve known them for no longer than an hour. This is insane. He lowers his face towards yours and your heart slams against your ribcage, his lips inches from yours. You swallow hard, your hands finding the lapels of his jacket. Instead of kissing you, however, he rubs his nose against yours. Oh. That feels nice. 

“What makes you happy, darling?”

You laugh softly, his question catching you off guard, “I’m not sure, to be honest. I haven’t had many opportunities to find out.”

“Well then, If you could do one thing that you think would make you happy what would you do?” Kol lifts a hand to your face, his thumb, like his brother’s, skimming your jaw. 

You don’t have to think about it, the answer is on your tongue as soon as he asks the question, “I would leave this town,” you glance down, the truth of your statement making you feel all too guilty, “and I’m not sure that I would ever come back.”

His thumb stills and you hold your breath. Perhaps you should have answered with something a little less full on. You haven’t even told Lily that you want to leave and never look back so you honestly have no idea why you just divulged one of your greatest kept secrets to three men you just met. Maybe because it doesn’t matter. Who are they going to tell, right? But no, that doesn’t feel right. You didn’t just tell them because. You had a reason, you just can’t put a name to it.

“I see,” he draws his thumb over your lips, an action that both surprises you and steals the air from your lungs, “and where would you go?”

Again, your answer is effortless, “everywhere, Kol. I would go everywhere.”

Kol smiles, his eyes lighting up with his grin. Your heart skyrockets, fireworks shooting through your chest from the slightest tilt of his perfectly red lips. They look soft; perfectly kissable. If only you had half of his self-assurance. What you wouldn’t give to run the tips of your fingers over his lips. 

His hands draw back down your sides, “what was going on back there? You didn’t seem pleased to be speaking to that,” Kol clicks his tongue distastefully, his accent thickening, “boy. Is he the reason you want to leave?”

You pull back slightly, your hands tightening on his coat. How are you even supposed to answer that? The story is a long one and there are very few enjoyable moments to lighten it. Tyler is not the reason you want to leave but you surely wouldn’t be doing yourself any favors by staying for him either. He’s part of a long past, one you’re not going to tell them about. Not today, anyway.

“It’s a long story,” you gently remove yourself from his hold, “one that I assure you none of you would care to hear. But to answer your question, no. Tyler has nothing to do with me wanting to leave. That’s entirely my own, for better or worse.”

He nods, the understanding clear in his honeyed eyes, “in that case, darling, tell me something else.” He pulls you back to his chest, “Do you like the stars?”

                                 *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

They left the party. Their party. They just up and left the party that they were hosting. You’re shocked. You were shocked when they dragged you out of the mansion and you’re still shocked now, laying on a blanket a few miles away with your mouth hanging open. You hadn’t thought anything of it when Kol asked you about the stars. You thought he was continuing with his little game of twenty one questions. You didn’t think he was serious! Who the hell just leaves the party they’re hosting?

Elijah shuffles his hands through your hair, pulling pins from it left and right and letting the hardwork your mother put into it fall. Yes, indeed you’re laying across the lap of one of the most eligible bachelors you have ever come in contact with, your face pressed against his warm thigh. Your fingers are wrapped around a bottle of the sweet champagne from earlier.

“You know,” you murmur quietly, your eyes locked on the spray of stars above your head, “when you host a party, it’s usually expected that you attend. Running away is frowned upon.”

He laughs and you can feel it through your entire body. It awakens the butterflies sleeping in your chest, sending them fluttering to your guts where the beating of their tiny wings create an inferno so large it sets you on fire from the inside out. You always wondered what it would feel like to be burned alive. You would have never guessed that it would make your toes curl.

“I thought that was what you wanted,” he drags his fingers through your scalp, the final blow to your once styled hair, “to run away. Here’s a start.”

You rub your cheek against his thigh, your face heating when he tenses at your action, “we’re pretty terrible at this running away thing then,” you hum, pulling yourself to your knees, “we only made it five miles. If I focus I think I can still hear the music. We’re lousy escape artists.”

A breeze blows over your shoulders and you shiver, your thin shawl doing nothing to veil you from the night. You’re just thankful it’s still warm enough to be outside at this time of night. Soon the nights will be getting colder and you won’t be able to do this. It’s one of the many reasons you long to move away. A pair of hands draws over your shoulders and you shiver again, this time from something entirely unrelated to the elements. You smile lightly. Maybe not. The Mikealson’s have more than proven that they are a force of nature.

Klaus’ voice is like ocean waves in your ear, cresting your skin with every low syllable, “well this is just the beginning, love. How far we go is up to you.”

He’s joking, of course. He has to be joking, right? You turn to look at him, seeking out his eyes in the darkness. They burn into yours, no hint of humor anywhere on his face. His gaze pierces through the night and your breath catches, your heart pounding at all the possibilities of what he meant. You bring the bottle to your lips, using the cool liquid to stall while you gather your feelings.

Kol takes your hand, bringing it to his mouth, “So, darling,” he kisses one of your knuckles, his lips like heavenly fire, “how far are we going?” Another knuckle, another kiss, “what is it you want?” He nips lightly at your fingertips and you gasp, the feeling akin to tiny zaps of lightning against your skin, “where do you want to go?”

Your head is spinning, the champagne settling once more over your bones, “I wouldn’t know where to start. There are too many places,” you swallow hard, “too many things.”

Klaus’ fingers toy at the straps of your dress, skimming down your arms with them in tow, “the first place that comes to mind, love. What is it?”

Elijah pulls you towards him, his hand sliding up the slit on your thigh and curling around your hip. His fingers whisper over your bare skin and you tighten your hand on the bottle. Not out of fear, though. No, you use the bottle to keep your hands busy. If your hands were empty you can’t be sure where exactly they would be. On who they would be.

Elijah squeezes your hip and you gasp again, this time louder, “New Orleans,” it’s the first place that comes to your mind, “I want to go to New Orleans.”

Time stills when you finally answer the question. You can hear the wind rustle through the trees and crickets chirping in the distance. Three smells, each of their own element, wrap around you. Klaus’, like water, pouring over your back. Kol’s, like fire, burning up your arm. Elijah’s, like earth, sliding down your hips. You, the air, curl around each of them, pulling them close with your very essence. 

And then, with a far off howl, time unfreezes and Klaus rips the straps down your arms, “New Orleans, hmm,” He sweeps your hair back, his nose skimming down the side of your neck, “a woman after my own heart. When shall we go?”

You laugh, the sound breaking through the almost reverent atmosphere, “we can’t just leave, Klaus. You have to plan things. I can’t just drop everything and run to New Orleans.”

Kol pulls your arm through the strap, furthering the tantalizingly slow  process of peeling the dress from your body, “but you want to, darling. Am I right?”

His lips find the crook of your elbow and you almost moan, “of course you are but it’s not practical.”

Elijah tugs at your hips again, pulling you onto his lap. Kol and Klaus move with you, clinging to you like shadows. Kol’s hair tickles your arm, the soft strands brushing against you as his blazes a trail of open mouthed kisses up your arm. Klaus nips the back of your neck, his fingers wrapped in your hair and pulling lightly. It should feel wrong, you know it should, but by god how could something this ethereal possibly be wrong. Your body feels like it’s made out air and for the first time you’re free to breeze wherever you choose.

“Neither are we. It’s simple,” Elijah leans down, grabbing your jaw and steering you to meet his eyes, “would you like to go, y/n?”

Your heart stops when it hits you that they’re dead serious, “to New Orleans?”

It’s dark but you can still make out the smile on his face. It says it all, his words only reaffirming what your brain has been screaming at you.

“Not just New Orleans, darling, everywhere,” Elijah murmurs, his lips just in front of yours, his peppermint breath fanning your face delicately, “do you want to go everywhere?”

Just like that, your heart restarts, a rush of adrenaline spreading over your bones. Very rarely in life are you presented with the opportunity to go everywhere. You can’t even fathom what everywhere means. Surely there isn’t time to go everywhere, right? You suck in a breath, one that makes it feel like before this moment you were never truly breathing at all. Who cares if there isn’t enough time, you think to yourself.

You slide your arms around Elijah’s neck fast, nodding your head furiously in lieu of all the words that refuse to form a coherent sentence. You tangle your fingers in his hair, the strands like silk against your skin. You don’t take your time to admire it, though, you just yank his mouth to yours, smashing your lips against his and hoping it says everything that you can’t. 

His hands squeeze your hips again and this time you don’t hold back, moaning into his mouth with the force of the tropical storm building under your skin. Your dress feels much too tight all of a sudden, the sequined material biting into your flesh. You shuffle, pulling your other arm from the strap before wrapping it back around Elijah’s shoulder, your fingers digging into his back through his tux jacket. That needs to go too. Now.

“Darling,” Kol’s husky voice whispers against your skin, his face buried in the other side of your neck, “as beautiful as you look right now I’m about half a second away from ripping this dress off your body.”

His words barely register but you catch the important parts, peeling your lips from Elijah’s just far enough to utter, “please don’t rip it, it’s the prettiest thing I own.”

His hands, which are curled around the back of your bodice, stall momentarily, “well that won’t do, now will it?” He muses, his mouth skimming your shoulder with each word, “New Orleans is fine, you won’t need many clothes at all I’m sure. But Paris will demand more of us, darling. We’ll have to fix this.”

Your heart shudders, along with your body. Paris. Surely now he’s joking.

He opts instead to use the zipper rather than tearing it apart, his knuckles softly skimming your bare back as it becomes exposed to him. Inch by inch, cool air wraps around your skin. When he gets to halfway, his mouth begins following his hands. He nips at the bumps of your spine, biting down harder when he gets to the base. Your hands, which are still on Elijah’s shoulder, tighten as flames roll through your body. 

Klaus’ hands slip around you, tugging this time at the front of your bodice and pulling it down to reveal your bare chest. He pushes the fabric down your stomach, trailing his fingertips over your ribs as you arch into his chest, a string of incoherent praises falling from your lips. You’re pretty sure you murmur his name somewhere in there though, because his chest rumbles against your back and, before you know it, he pulls you up to your feet. 

“Klaus, what are you-” your words are cut short from the night, swallowed instead by lips which taste too much like oranges and rum for you to even consider trying to repeat yourself .

His tongue slips into your mouth, his hands flying into your hair, pushing it away from your face and using it to tilt your head to an angle that makes you see stars. The cold air sweeps over your breasts and you shiver again. It doesn’t last long before a pair of hands are sliding up your exposed sternum and over your chest, cupping your breasts. Kol’s cinnamon musk furls in your lungs as he pulls you into his now bare chest. His skin is hot against yours but you wouldn’t expect anything less from the flame made man. 

Klaus detaches from your lips, pressing them once more against your swollen mouth before moving down your neck. He pulls your skin into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the dip in your throat. He courses a river down your front with his mouth, stopping to leave little love bites all over your collarbones and shoulders before heading south. He falls to his knees, shrugging his jacket off before pressing his lips to the valley between your breasts. 

You moan, loudly, and thread your fingers through his hair, tugging him harder against you, “god, you’re too good at that,” you roll your head against Kol’s shoulder as Klaus lips flow over your skin, finding your nipple between Kol’s fingers, “we should not be doing this.”

Another pair of hands, the last pair, pulls your face to a pair of lips, the last pair of lips, “Is that what you think, darling? Do you want us to stop?”

Elijah’s lips skim over yours as he speaks, sparks igniting with each touch. You don’t have to think about his question.

“No,” you press your mouth against his assertively, “please don’t stop. Never stop.”

With that Klaus pushes the rest of your dress off your body and, well, the rest of the details of that night remain between you, Kol, Klaus, Elijah, and the stars.

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You lean your head against the cool leather of the seat, your eyes closed as the wind whips your hair behind you. You’ve never ridden in a convertible before but, much to the trend of Mikaelson fashion, it’s luxurious. Elijah slings his arm around your shoulders and you smile, cracking your eye open to glance at him. His hand is on the wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead of him. He looks peaceful. Happy. He looks over at you, tossing you a wink before turning back to the road. Butterflies flutter through your chest and you welcome them with open arms.

You glance in the rearview mirror, your grin growing when you see two sleeping men. Kol is leaning back, his mouth half open as soft snores fall from his mouth. You giggle quietly. Last night must have exhausted him. He wears his slacks still but now, instead of his jacket, he wears a wine colored hoodie. His hair is mussed and you swallow thickly, thinking back to how it felt between your hands.

You move to Klaus, shaking your head slightly to defuse your slowly heating skin. He, too, no longer wears his jacket  but, unlike Kol, he only has a t-shirt on. His arms are folded under his head as he leans against the seat. His body is relaxed, his legs spread in front of him. You yawn looking at him, fighting the urge to crawl over your own seat and into his lap.

“Are you tired, love?” Elijah’s voice mixes with the wind, floating over you like music.

You meet his glance for a moment, smiling sheepishly, “yes but it’s nothing.”

“You should try to sleep,” his voice is slightly concerned, his eyes slipping over your bruised skin before turning back to the highway, “we still have about seven hours before we’re even in Louisiana.” 

You stifle another yawn, pulling the sunglasses on your head over your eyes as the sun breaks over the trees blurring past you, “not yet, Eli. I don’t want to miss anything. I’ll sleep when we get there.”

You hear your phone beep from the bag at your feet but you ignore it. That’s another thing that you’ll wait until the Louisiana state line for. Instead you lift the book on your lap, your fingers skimming delicately over the words on the cover. Vonya i mir. Your heart warms as you open it to the first page, settling into the leather seat. Elijah looks over at you and chuckles, the sound even more musical than last night. This is going to be the easiest seven hours of your life.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hello, I search plenty of ideas for you.

Can I have a scenario about Marco discovering that female reader was hurt during the battle when he see her being heal by another doctor discretely?

Thank you, love your work.

A/N hello hello :) I'm so glad you do hehe anymore ideas im willing to do them! I hope you enjoy this with this lovely man <3

Marco x fem reader : Injury

The Moby Dick was docked on a island grabbing supplies when there was a altercation between rival pirates crew that were on the same island. You could hold your own when it came to battle. But when a rival pirates play dirty and gives you a cheap shot he kicks you in the your side you felt the cracking sensation. You felt the pain instantly. Holding in the pain until they gave up. "you okay?" Ace asked you

"Im fine just a cheap shot. The man kicked like a 5 year old." You said you were talking shallow breathes every time you took a breath you could feel the sharp pain. Pushing the pain aside.

He furrowed his brows at you "That wasn't soft kick ____"

"if I was in pain I wouldn't have been able to kick his ass after being kicked right?" Letting out a small laugh then another sharp pain.

"okay." Ace unsure if he could trust your response. "Lets find the others make sure they are okay."

Walking back to the rest of the crew who were scatter around the island. You met up with Marco at the plaza. Some of the crew informed him on the altercation with the rival pirates. "I heard what happened yoi you okay little bird?" he asked you his hand sliding down your arm.

"I'm fine im a big girl I can handle myself." You said.

"I know you can. I have to remind myself sometimes." He small smile on his face.

The ship was docked on a island for a few days the pain starting to get worse. Looking in the mirror as you seen the large bruise on your side. Slight touching the area you twinged in pain. Someone knocked on the door. Quickly putting your shirt down. " come in." you called out.

"Hey you busy yoi?" Marco came in.

"No not at all." you said.

"I was thinking since its been a while since we had a proper date I wanted to take you out tonight." He said. Marco would see you around the ship you looked a bit down he would ask you if you were okay and you tell him every single time you were fine. You were tried to hide the injury as best as you can. If you would tell him now about the injury he would be disappointed in you for not telling him sooner. You hated disappointing him. "So what would you say yoi?" he asked

"Sounds like a date.." you said forcing a smile on your face. Marco sensed something odd with your smile.

"Little bird are you sure your okay?" he asked.

"Marco stop worrying okay I'm fine I'm just a little tired. I have to go into town for a while I have to pick up some items." you said.

"I can join you if you like?" he asked.

"No." you said quickly. He raised his brow at your quick response. " I mean its a girl shop and I will most likely be there for a while I don't want you to be there bored I will only be a few hours." you smiled.

"If you say so." he had a hand on his hip looking down at you. Something was going on and you weren't tell him. You kissed him goodbye and left the ship.

Marco watch you from the deck as you disappeared on the path to the plaza. Ace appeared next to him. "Something is up with her she is not telling me yoi." Marco said. "Really distant."

"You going to follow here huh." ace said.

Marco did he watch from a distances as you ask around for something he couldn't make out of what you were asking due to the distance. A lady pointed to a certain direction where you began to head to walking into a building . He waited a few mins before entering Marco didn't seen a banner or a sign on the building .This didn't look like a girl shop at all. Now this was suspicious. He made his way into the building there was a few doors. He seen a lady walking out. "Excuse me Miss did you happen to see a girl enter in about this tall." Marco asked showing the height.

"Oh yes she went into see the island Doctor. His office is right over there." she point to the room down the hall.

Marco entered the room. A small lobby where no one was in there. Marco spoke to the receptionist she let him in the back to the room where you were.

On the other side of the door the Doctor sat you up raising your shirt. "you were injured a few days ago and you feel the sharp pain when breath unable to bend and twist. Why are you barley coming now ?" he asked furrowing his brows. "I know your in a lot of pain"

"Im not sure I don't have an answer." you looked down "it just hurts bad."

"Do you want the good new or the bad new first." The doctor said.

A knock on the door. "Sorry to disturb you sir but she has a visitor here your husband wanted to come in with you." she said. Marco appearing in the room. You turned white as a ghost.

"Ahh sir welcome. I was just going to give your wife's her x ray results."

"X-rays results you say yoi." Marco looked at you then at the Doctor he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Bad news is she does have some fracture ribs my concern with her pain level hoping she didn't puncture any organs when this happened and luckily this time no organs were damaged. It will take some weeks for her to recover. I can prescribe some meds for her to take for the pain but the main thing is rest, ice and avoiding deep breaths right now we don't want her catch pneumonia." he said.

"Thank you sir do you mind giving us a moment I need a word with my wife." Marco looked at you.

"Of course." he left the room.

"You come to a Doctor on a island instead of coming to me." his arms were still crossed. "Let me see."

"I'm sorry." you could manage to say as he raised your shirt seeing the large bruise . He had a frown on his face.

The blue flame appeared on his hand as he gently placed it on your injured area. you winced at the pain. "You have been walking around in immense pain for days. Why again didn't you tell me yoi.?" he said in a calming tone looked at you waiting for you answer. Marco was hurt that you didn't come to him with this injury.

"I..I didn't want you to worry about me." you said. "I didn't want to upset you either if I would have came now with this injury." your eyes were closed.

"Of course I would be upset _____ you're injured. You didn't bother to tell me you were in pain keeping it to yourself as you struggled with the pain for days. Like I told you in the beginning even before we gotten together I want you to come to me about anything yoi. You are never a bother understand." he said. A few mins of silence filled the room he placed your shirt down. He kissed your temple intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Im sorry Marco.... I really am."

"let this be a lesson to you little bird. Come to me with any issue not matter how big or how small I will always have the time for you, you are very dear to me yoi."

One thing hit as you both left the office. They call him your husband You both weren't even married. "did you tell the lady you were my husband?" asking him

"They wouldn't let me in the back unless I was your husband. You enjoyed me calling you my wife yoi?." the corner of his mouth curled. "Giving you ideas?"

"I feel like we are already married but it does sound nice. When the day comes if you want to." you began to imagine that day in your mind.

"Lets see what the future holds for us first yoi."

[beanst0ck]

my internet is still kinda funky,, so once again i apologize to anyone if i don’t respond to your messags or asks :((

i kinda wanna start a small series where the reader does the tiktok challenge of kissing their best friend (aka the haikyuu boys) 👉👈

at first it was just gonna be yamaguchi but i found this really cute so i plan on doing more!! please give me ideas on who i should do next! (heck, you could even request different tiktok trends i.e walking into the room naked)

pairing: yamaguchi x reader

word count: 1258

cross posted on my wattpad

Kissing His Best Friend [[Tiktok Challenge]]

- you and yamaguchi walked home together in comfortable silence, hands occasionally brushing against one another causing the freckled boy to blush a bright red

- tsukki decided to take a different path from the two of you and walk home alone, claiming he didn’t want to ‘ interrupt ‘ whatever thing you two had going on

- the sun’s rays were gently caressing your skin with its warmth, making it seem as if your skin were glowing a warm golden color

- yamaguchi tried to make his staring not so obvious, but you caught him multiple times through the corner of your eye; now making you turn bright red

- you had thought about confessing multiple times but each time you always managed to chicken out at the last second

- one time during lunch you had leaned over to yamaguchi in an attempt to give him a little peck on the cheek, but you quickly realized you weren’t ready and instead gently wiped his cheek, saying “you had a piece of food.“

- you weren’t wrong,, there was a small grain of rice stuck on his cheek, but still! you had chickened out at the last second

- yamaguchi began to choke on his food, he thought you were about to kiss him! he then thanked you and quickly yet subtly turned away from you, hoping you didn’t see him turn into a literal tomato over such a simple action

- but back to the present time,, you were currently thinking up of ways to confess your love to your best friend which is a lot harder than you might think

- meanwhile yamaguchi was beginning to recognize the area you guys were in. soon you two would have to go in opposite directions, and he really didn’t want that

- he wanted to spend more time with you! so, in an attempt to spend more time with you, he began brainstorming ideas

- he could man up and invite you to go somewhere with him in that moment,, but there was a possibility that you’d say no because it was getting late

- or he could always just confess his feelings for you right then and there and ask you out on a date,, but that was too hard!

- what if you said no and then decided to ignore him for the rest of his life?? his poor little heart wouldn’t be able to handle the heartbreak

- so,, he settled for the next best thing

- “would you like to come over to my house and study?“

- you snapped your head in his direction, hoping you heard him right. he was asking you to come over and study at his house??

- while you two were best friends, you usually took the initiative and invited him over to your house

- oh how the turns have tabled

- yamaguchi mistook your silence as a no and before he got the chance to take back what he said your face lit up in happiness

- “of course!!“

- time skip to when the two of you reach his house, and you felt giddy- almost as if butterflies were flying around in your stomach

- yamaguchi showed you to his room and told you to make yourself at home

- you hesitantly took a seat at the edge of his bed and he pulled out the chair to his desk, which was right next to his bed

- the two of you pulled out your books and began to study your notes for any upcoming tests

- luckily for you, you didn’t have much to study so you finished up quickly, giving you the chance to scroll through tiktok

- yamaguchi noticed and immediately offered to take you home if you were bored to which you responded with a quick “no no it’s fine! ill wait until you finish!“ since you didn’t want to leave his side just yet

- yamaguchi tried to concentrate on his studies but with the love of his life in his room, sitting comfortably on his bed, he found that to be quite difficult

- he decided to go get some water, maybe that would help clear his head?

- “im going to go get some water, do you want anything?“

- you shook your head and with that, yamaguchi left the room to go get some water

- you continued to scroll through tiktok when you stumbled upon a certain video

- it was a girl casually hanging out with her best friend, but then the girl kissed her best friend. you were lowkey expecting her best friend to push her off but instead she kissed back and it was safe to say, you were shocked

- upon scrolling more you quickly found out this was a new trend going around

- you gulped, feeling butterflies begin to flutter around once again in your stomach as thoughts raced through your head

- with a sudden boost of confidence you jumped off the bed and positioned your phone to face the door

- you have decided, now was the time!

- as soon as yamaguchi came in through the door, you’d pull him into a kiss and confess your feelings!

- you waited and as soon as you heard footsteps getting closer, your confidence began to waver

- what if he didn’t kiss you back? what if he didn’t LIKE you back?? you suddenly regret trying to be bold

- but it was too late, yamaguchi was already opening the door and as soon as he stepped in you cupped his face and smashed your lips onto his

- it took him a minute to realize what was happening but when he did he placed a shaky hand behind your neck and the other on your hip, in a shy attempt to bring you closer

- when he returned your kiss you felt so so happy!! you knew yamaguchi wasn’t the type of boy to lead someone on like that so you had come to the conclusion— he liked you back

- when you pulled away yamaguchi was kinda sad,, like he wanted to kiss you more!! but he wasn’t gonna force you into it

- you almost went back in for another kiss tho because he was giving you some major puppy eyes,, and who could resist yama’s puppy eyes? 🥺

- when the realization hit that you had kissed him tho he nearly jumped out of his skin and you swore he looked like a tomato,,

- like his red face and green hair, not to mention that one little strand of hair literally stood up almost as if it were expressing how embarrassed he was

- “y-yama? are you ok??“

- “y-yeA but um, so,, you like me too?“

- you held his hands and gave him a quick kiss on his lips, hoping that was enough of an answer

- poor babey looked like he was about to burst into tears

- he asked if he could kiss you again and ofc you said yes!!

- afterwards you two cuddled on his bed and he told you how happy he was that you liked him back :’))

- lil babey even walked you home, still expressing how lucky he was to have you

- he asked for another little kiss before you left tho because he loves your kisses now 👉👈

- but you gotta initiate them because he’s too shy

- you ended up posting the video on tiktok and it went semi viral?? most of the comments were about how soft he looked at you after the kiss or how he seemed really nervous to kiss you back but also really happy

- even some people from school saw the video cough cough nishinoya and tanaka cough cough

- everyone found you two so cute :’))

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general taglist: @shou-kunn @noya-senpai-imagines

[detroitbydark]

Part Two

Character: Commander Fox x Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Fox gets a surprise or two from his Little Mouse

A/N: So like any fic I write, I have no clue where this is going. But half the fun is the journey. Right? 

Part One can be found here on my Masterlist

It is only his own shoddy luck and his Little Mouse’s uncanny understanding of E and E, that allow her to evade him and evacuate from any interaction for the rest of the week.  

A sudden surge in Anti-republic activity had the Guard running ragged to keep up. Fox refused to allow the Coruscant Security Force to regain any footing that he’d so rightfully taken from them. They were not bred and trained to do what his men could and their poor handling of one too many cases connected to the senate and its officials made it very clear that he and his men could perform at a far superior level to then any day of the week. The Supreme Chancellor seemed to agree which only made him more sure of their undertaking.

That said, by the end of the week his Shock Troopers we’re running on stims and a prayer, pulled thin by the multiple officials requiring additional security, but they were still running. Fox himself had only managed a few hours in the office between Tuesday and Saturday in between investigations. While Mouse had been present each time- as he’d expected- she managed to find reasons to wiggle out of his sight the first second she could. He’d begun to second guess his initial assessment of her interest. Luckily, he was hitting the post stim wall and everything not immediately involved with sustaining life was pushed to the far back of his mind to worry about later. It was 0800 Saturday and he was running on 3hrs of sleep in the last 36. His rack was crying out his name. 

On Kamino he’d never been privy to the notion of privacy but the Supreme Chancellor has commended he and his men for their loyalty and dedication to the Republic as such he’d felt them entitled to a somewhat higher standard of living then other clones. Fox had felt unsure of the change at first but the Chancellor had insisted the guardsmen entrusted with his life and the safety of the Senate be allowed private rooms within the greater barracks facilities as reward for their service. While his room wasn’t large by any stretch of the imagination it was his and his alone offering a bed twice the size of anything he’d ever slept in and his own private fresher with hot water that never seemed to quit.

He’d already decided against the shower upon walking through the door as he worked to peel out of his armor and unceremoniously discarded his under armor shirt before collapsing in a heap atop his blankets. Sleep pulled at his consciousness and he was nearly lost to it when he heard the knock at his door, somehow managing to growl out an ‘enter’ order will still face down into the down comforter.

Like a dream his Little Mouse is standing there hesitating in the halo of light that bathes the entry. She’s not in her usual stark GAR issued uniform but form fitting civvies, pants and inky black jacket fitted over a tank top. Why was she concerning herself with him on her day off? 

She takes a step through the open door allowing it to slide shut with a soft hiss behind her.  

Fox pushes himself up right. He takes a moment to scrub at the sleep in his eyes before his focus narrows in on her.

Her eyes are wide and looking everywhere but at him. That’s fine. It gives him time to allow his own eyes an lazy perusal of her soft curves, so often hidden to him.

“It’s Saturday, Mouse.” He notes as she finds a place on the wall to stare at. “What do you need?” His voice is sharper than he’d usually use with her but he has little control over that right now, and for kriff sake, why wasn’t she looking at him?

“Sir, I’m sorry but I have these for you to sign and I wanted to get them done” she rattles through quickly. “and I’m s-so sorry to bother you and I-“

“Mouse! Enough!” He barks and she freezes “and for the love of the Senate, look at me when we’re talking.”

“But Commander your-“ she makes a gesture toward his chest. Fox realizes she’s pointing to his state of undress and slowly rises. He notes the way her eyes rake over him when she thinks he’s not looking. He offers a raised brow pointedly.

Y/N chews at her lip in that very distracting way she did when she was nervous. He groans, unable to stop the soft sound.

“Kriff, just hand be the pad and tell me what I’m signing”

She moves hesitantly and can’t help but roll his eyes as his jaw is stretched into a yawn. He can’t imagine being any less intimidating than he is now, out of armor and minutes from sleep. 

“It’s your field reports and rotation schedule for next week. They’re due by 2200 tonight and you weren’t in the office yesterday and I don’t want you to get in trouble...” One arm crosses over her chest and grips her arm as he takes the pad and signs. “I’m so sorry for bothering you sir.”

He can feel the way her eyes trace the tattoos that cover his right arm from wrist to shoulder and cross over his chest. “You’re not a bother. You just have inopportune timing.” She nods absently, “Y/N?”

“Sir?” She shakes her head in confusion.

“I said something to you. Or were you too busy enjoying my artwork to listen.”  Her eyes have dipped to his arms again.

“Mmhm...I mean… yes- no! Commander Fox, I’d never stare. That was very rude of me.”

Fox can’t help but chuckle. “If I had a few more hours of sleep” he flexes his arms and watches her eyes follow the movement of his muscles bunch, “we could explore each and every centimeter of ink on my body but, unfortunately, for the both of us that’s not the case.” Y/N swallows hard as he hands back the datapad. “Now, unless you’ve decided to crawl into bed with me and pretend to be my favorite stuffed Ewok…” he lets the teasing question hang in the air and is surprised by the swipe of pretty pink tongue across her lips-though less surprised at the stirring he feels low in his belly. 

Later, he’ll think she nearly took him up on the offer. That, or it was simply the delusion of an exhausted man.

“Thank you Commander Fox, I’ll get these filed immediately.” She turns to leave and he clears his throat. She halts mid stride, hand already reaching for the door panel.

“79’s tonight”

“Fox?” He likes the way she drops his title and the breathless way she says his name.

“We’ll be at 79’s tonight if you want to join.”

“I- I may take you up on the offer.”

When she’s gone Fox wastes not a second collapsing back into the bed and crashing into sleep. When he wakes he doesn’t remember the dream of soft kisses and his Little Mouse curled up underneath him.

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The end of another successful week always warrants a celebration. The back booth at 79’s is composed of a contingent of the Coruscant Guard. It wasn’t the most welcoming waterhole in the parsec but they managed and the end of the week brought drink specials that their small quarterly stipends couldn’t turn down. Commander Fox liked to think It did well to show the other troopers that they were just as human as they were or, as Thorn had once pointed out, to remind them that eyes were always on them. Either way the mass of other clones gave them a wide berth. Though the whispered curses, in both Basic and Mando’a, were hard to miss. Eyes from members of the 501st and 332nd- among others- were easily felt and readily ignored.

Rule, Hound and Thire, still in the red and white plastoid armor were taking bets on which would be the first to get the comms of the new waitress, a pretty Twi’lek with pale blue skin and a stunning smile, while Ryk and Wren were at the bar ordering the next round of drinks. Their Grey's blended into the sea of other clones but who knew who they were, he always kept an eye on the kits.  

Fox watches quietly, eyes flitting from his guardsmen brothers and other clones meandering about. He was off the job so the amount of fucks he truly gave about the behavior of the 501st and the rest of the cadre of troops letting loose was negligible. If their command couldn't handle them that was their problem. He just wanted to drink in peace. 

The ice in his glasses rattles wetly as he nurses two fingers of whiskey, Cheedoan with mature smoky notes and a peppery finish. He's on his third of the night. He doubted his invitation, thrown out on a whim, would be accepted but it doesn't stop him from occasionally glancing toward the door. He rolls his tongue along the inside of his lip and let's another sip of whiskey wash along his taste buds. He enjoys the burn though it’s becoming weaker with each passing drink. The sensation warms- like rays of sunshine over bare skin- from the inside dulling the demons that had been eating at him for over a month now.

“You want in on this, Sir?” 

Fox shoots Rule a questioning look. The Sargent seems more than happy to ignore his commander’s lack of focus on the task at hand.

“You think you can get the Twil’s comm?” Rule clarifies, his mismatched eyes sparkling with mischief in the low light.

Fox lets his gaze drift to the woman in question as she moves about the room. Her steps are fluid and she manages to move through the crowd without knocking into any of the inebriated clones or allowing her tray and the drinks atop it to be disturbed in the least. She’s a professional that knows her crowd. She’s got a tempting amount of flesh on display and her lekku- long and elegant- are swept back ever her shoulders. Her hips are pleasantly curved and have a nice dip to them as she moves. He glances at his brothers from the corner of his eye. Hound wets his lips as he watches, never one for playing his cards close to his chest.

“Nah” Fox says after a moment with a shake of his head, “wouldn’t be fair to you” The trio of clones laugh and Thire elbows the younger Hound in the side, head dipping toward Fox as the Commander lets his eyes sweep back toward the main entrance. 

“The Commander has a smaller quarry in mind.” He tips the bottle up in a three fingered grip as he empties the dregs of it. Hound turns a questioning look on the Commander and Fox sighs internally. This again. He doesn’t let on that he’s heard but Thire is not one to let sleeping dogs- or foxes- lie. His look is challenging. “Got a little mouse in his sights.”

Fox shakes his head as the Guardsmen begin to snicker. He’s glad Mouse hasn’t shown. He’d hate for her to be surrounded by children.

“Really, Sir?” Hound asks.

Thire answers, “I bet she’s an absolute spinner, get one that’s wound that tight to finally cut loose…?” He lets the thought hang in the air and the others hum quietly.

Fox feels his lip twitch. Thire wasn’t wrong but he wasn’t about to let it be known that he had the same thoughts. He also didn’t appreciate the cavalier way he spoke about things he knew Sithshit about. It was more than a base level attraction he had for Y/N. He couldn't put his finger on it, a feeling he hadn't felt before, but he enjoyed the way she looked after him. It was like she cared what happened to him. It made him want to do the same for her.  

He’d been halfway to finding out what his Little Mouse really thought of him when they’d been so rudely interrupted earlier in the week and far too exhausted to string together any kind of seduction when she’d turned up in his private quarters this morning.

He could play the long game though and it was only a matter of time until he was given another chance. He was a patient man when the situation called for it and he would get to the bottom of whatever it was that drew his eyes to her.

He raises the glass to his lips and finishes the nearly full drink in one swallow, licking his lips as the glass comes down hard against the table, the ice tinkling merrily as he does.

Fox shakes his head once and gives the boys a calculating smile. “I’m not going to validate any of that with a response.”

“Sir,” It’s Rule’s turn to speak up, “I think your silence tells us everything we need.”

Fox offers a shrug as he slips from the booth, laying down some credits in his wake.

“Maybe so” he offers. He feels the buzz of alcohol in his veins. He needed to cut back before it became a problem but that wouldn't be tonight.  “I'm going to see what's taking the kits so long at the bar.” 

The Twi’lek waitress passes close as he heads toward the long garishly lit bar. Her perfume is sweet, almost cloyingly so. Fox glances over his shoulder as he begins to make his way into the thrum of clones and civilians and shouts back to his vode “my credits are on Hound”.

A roar of laughter follows him as he moves through the crowd. He leans against the bar top as other clones offer him a wide berth. He catches the bar tenders eye and waits his turn to be served.

"Are you going to b-buy me a drink, Commander?" The soft voice catches him off guard as he feels a gentle tug at his greys. He can't help the smile that falls to his lips as he turns.

"Didn't think you'd-" Fox's voice trails off as he takes in the woman in front of him. There is certainly nothing mousy about the dress she's wearing. She's got the black coat she was wearing this morning draped over her arm as she flashes him a nervous smile. He can't help but lean back and give her a long sweeping look. She's added a few inches with strappy heels she's wearing. From there he's treated to a long expanse of bare legs that seem to go on forever. The hem of her dress skims high on her thigh. It's red. Almost a perfect match for his own paint job and he bites back asking if it was a coincidence. She makes a nervous sound and he quickly remembers his manners. "You look stunning, Y/N"

"Thank you Comman- Fox. It's not too much is it?" Any other woman would sound like she was fishing for compliments but with Y/N he knew that it was a genuine question.

Fox let's his eyes trace over her face and guided by alcohol his hand smooths over her hair. it's sleek and longer than he ever thought it would be moving in gentle waves over her shoulders. She's a vision that he knows he hasn't done a damn thing to deserve. "You're lovely. Can I?" he gestures behind him as the bartender heads over.

"What you're having?"

He wastes no time in repeating his order from earlier x2. He can't help but chuckle when she takes her first sip and her face screws into a sour expression. 

"i'm sure it'll grow on me" She jokes.

"If it doesn't, I owe you something else." he promises as he loops an arm around her waist. She stiffens momentarily and Fox wonders if he's crossed the line they've been straddling. She relaxes into his touch and he decides he doesn't care if he has crossed that line. The looks his boys give him as they return only serves to bring a smug smile to his face. 

"Mouse!" Thire and Rule greet in tandem. Y/N presses into his side and he shoots the boys a look that says tone it down, in no uncertain terms. Hound and Ryk scoot to the side as Fox ushers her into the booth, moving in next to her as she does. 

Ryk, ever the sweet youngster offers a gentle smile to their guest, "The Commander didn't tell us you were coming. You look really pretty."

His Little Mouse blushes and dips her chin, "I didn't think I was going to but" she shrugs, "here I am"

Fox feels her knee bump against his and his free hand dips down to rest over it. She looks up at him through dark lashes and relaxes into his side. Taking another sip of her drink she manages not to make a face.

"You don't have to drink that." he reminds as Thire catches his eye. 

"It's growing on me." she hums.

"I hope I do the same."

She laughs, it's the first he's ever heard from her and it's light and effervescent, addictive. "Who says you haven't already?"

"Mouse?" It's Wren, Rule's batchmate, newly returned with a round of shots. "I didn't know you were here? I could have gotten you one too." He points to the neon green test tube. Hound makes a face of disgust.

"You know I hate Sith Spit." he groans and turns to Y/N, "You can have mine."

Y/N gives the trooper a sweet smile and accepts to shot he offers. When all members have them Thire let's out a raucous cheer of K'oyacyi.

The gathered Coruscant Guard answers back. "K'oyacyi!" Y/N joins in quietly a slight second behind the rest and takes her shot before setting the vial down while the others slam their own. Fox laughs and deep rumbling thing that has her smiling up at him shyly. "didn't know you knew Mando'a?"

"I was just following along."

"Careful cyar'ika" he warns playfully, "you never know what your agreeing too" She gives him a curious look and he shakes his head. "you said cheers."

"And cyar'ika?"

"Ancient Mando'a for nosey little mouse" He offers with a straight face. She swats playfully at his arm. It's entirely ineffectual and he smiles like an idiot. It was good to see her loosening up the longer she spent around them. He pushes back the grey GAR issued cap on his head. He hadn't felt this easy going in ages.

"Mouse" Rule speaks up from the otherwise of the booth, "do you dance?"

Fox looks down at her curiously as she shrugs, "Not in a long time."

"Wanna dust off the dancing shoes for me?"

Multiple sets of eyes travel to Fox who puts his hands up, "It's not my decision. If the mouse wants to dance she can dance."

He's said something right because a smile flashes across her face and she nudges at him to move out of the way. Fox relents and Rule takes her hand, helping her to her feet. His eyes follow the pair to the dance floor. 

Thire slides closer, "already ready to lose her?"

Fox shrugs, "she's not mine yet and if you think Rule is going to be the one to snatch her away than your crazy." Thire laughs and goes back to his drink. Fox sips at his drink as he watches Rule's hands fall to her hips. Mouse moves them in enticing circles that make him wish he'd asked her to dance first. The music thrums and the lights flash and his Little Mouse laughs and giggles as Rule spins her around then pulls her in tight to dip her. Every member of the Guard in attendance quiets as they watch her dress ride up her thighs. 

"Maker help me..." Wren squeaks.

"Tell me about it" Hound adds.

Fox is silent as he watches her hair frame her face like a silent mane. Something inside him, a possessive quiet voice purrs mine.

His vision is disturbed a second later as a soldier, clad in blue and white plastoid, blocks his view.

"vod’kyramund"

Brother killer.

The words hit him like a blaster bolt to the gut. 

His shoulders have already gone tense before he’s even slipped from the booth.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that” the words are growled out- a low and dangerous sound that should have warned the clone trooper to check himself.

The trooper lurches into his space knocking against the table, his squad mates quickly moving to hold him back but he shakes them off, “hear or don’t hear what you want but it doesn’t make it less true.”

Fox looks at the pair of men behind the instigator and notes his own team of backup slipping from the booth. 

A half circle has formed up around them and Fox can hear the murmur beginning to rise as more blue and white pops into view. The tension is thick, even a plasma blade would have trouble cutting through it. 

The song ends and he catches Rule pull Y/N close as she attempts to move back to the table. 

Fox makes sure the dreg from the 501st throws the first punch. It'll hurt like hell tomorrow but it'll make the paperwork so much simpler.  

The night disintegrates into chaos from there.

[soriseerakyra]

Flight of Fancy -5- (Black!Batmom)

“You know we haven’t gone on that date yet.”

Perhaps if this had been the first time that he had said something like that to you would have been surprised. However, it had already been three months since you had come to work for him. More than enough time to get used to his advances. Not that they were unwelcome in the first place.

“We did go on a date,” you comment feeling a smile across your face, gaze trained on the screen in front of you. You were waiting for his X-rays come in.

“That’s how I started working here, remember?”

“Mr. Wayne,” you say in mock irritation, hands on your hips. “No one is demanding you to be the first human test subject.”

“The only test subject, unless you’ve found some mice running around here that I don’t know about.”

“Just the ones native to the Gotham underground,” you quip back. “And besides, if you’re so worried about not being able to feel your arms in the morning, find me someone that has much less to lose than the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company.”

“And have someone try and plant a spy and figure out what we’re doing, not a chance.”

“You brought me here to make experimental tech, and it sounds like you’re saying that anything I make you want me to try it out on you first.”

“I don’t sell anything that I wouldn’t use on myself first,” he says with a shrug.

“A wholesome business practice,” you say looking at him skeptically.

“What can I say, I’m a decent guy.”

“If that’s what you call it,” you say with a smirk as you focus on the screen in front of you. A download prompt had just appeared on the screen, his scans had just arrived.

“You know you don’t have to be here today; the test is tomorrow. I’m just going to be calibrating the machine to focus on any areas that look weaker than the rest on your X-Rays.”

He had been planted in one of the chairs in your workshop since you had arrived this morning, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that he was anxious about you seeing his X-Rays. That or he just wanted the chance to the pester you.

“And miss the chance to ask you to dinner, no way.”

Seemed like it was that latter.

“Maybe when this is done,” you say non-committally.

In truth, when you had agreed to date and work for him, you had meant it. And while you had been glad about the job, the space, the access, and the ability to limit that amount of people you encountered everyday had been wonderful; you had been hesitant to date him.

Not that you hadn’t wanted to, you looked forward to him coming down to visit you and the smiles he sent you were enough to send you to cloud nine. Still, you worried about what it would look like if you had agreed to go out with him. There was the age difference was bound to be an issue, but not the only one. Sure, the fact that you weren’t like the tall model thin girls that he usually dated, but there was alse the unfortunate reality of the scrutiny and vitriol that you would have to deal with because of your skin color. And to make matters worse, those worries came second to your other feeling, guilt.

You felt horribly guilty about what happened between you and Kenya. One of your oldest friends simply cut out of your life, like the two of you meant nothing to each other. While you would never feel bad about taking a job that would be, in the long run, better for you than any of the others had been, the way you left things off had been bad.

If you gave into Bruce, and dated him like he wanted, wouldn’t you just be proving Kenya’s point? She knew that he would be attracted to you, and she used that to her benefit and you were angry at her for it. And yet here you are, almost in the exact same postion that she had predicted that you be in, and yet you were fine with it. Perhaps agency was the issue, in this case you determined your fate while in the other, she held all the cards.

‘And I want to be in control for once,’ you think to yourself slightly bitter.

“That bad, huh?”

The questions startle you out of your thoughts and your left blinking, looking at your employer stupidly.

“Sorry?” You ask somewhat sheepishly.

“The scans,” he clarifies. “Sorry, just judging by the frown on your face I thought that the results came in.”

“Oh, right,” you say flashing him an apologetic smile. “I was lost in thought, sorry.”

Oh, and look, the X-Rays just downloaded from your computer, but that can’t be right.

“I think that they sent the wrong ones,” You mutter.

“Why do you say that?” He questions.

Your eyes flick over the screen of your computer, barely registering the fact that he had stood and was making his way over to your desk.

“Well, firstly, the folder says these are from six years ago,” you say looking at the date on the folder before opening one of the scans. “I really should be working with something more recent.”

“Hmm,” He’s standing behind you now looking at everything on your screen. “I have a feeling everything would be pretty much the same, just slightly worse.

“And second, holy shit,” you say, with wide eyes, gasping at the sight. “How are you standing right now?”

While you weren’t an expert at reading X-rays you knew enough to see the severe trauma that had been done to his body. And if you were right, judging by the callousing around his joints, this wasn’t the result of a horrible accident, but this was repeated trauma of years. And if these dates were right, there was not telling how bad a shape he was in currently.

“Is this a joke?” You ask spinning around in your chair to face him. “You’re about to keel over any second. Are these really yours? You don’t have to trick me if you want me to use the machine, I’ll do it if you want it that badly.”

He gives you a smile, “It’s not a trick, I’m pretty messed up.”

“What are you doing to yourself?” You question worriedly, your thoughts immediately going down a dark route.

“I like to mountain climb,” he says with a shrug, hands slipping into the pockets of his slacks, “I’m just not particularly good at it.”

“But this doesn-”

“Why are you so worried?” He questions with a smile. “This just means if you can fix this, you’re guaranteed to be a wealthy woman and a certified genius.”

“But-” you start anxiously.

“If it bothers you so much you should come with me to dinner tonight, you know just so you can be sure that I don’t pass out in the middle of the street.”

"Mr-"

“Bruce.”

“Bruce, sir, this is serious,” you say with slightly narrowed eyes. “You need to go to the doctor like now or something, I don’t know.”

“Let’s say it is serious,” he says the joking tone leaving his voice as he addresses your concern. “If I am about to ‘keel’ over like you say what could a doctor do for me at this point?”

“I- nothing,” you answer sadly.

“So what would be the point?” He asks.

“There wouldn’t be, I suppose,” you relent. “But you have to be and pain.”

“Luckily for me, I happen to know a genius that just so happens to have a device that could possibly make at least some of my problems go away.”

“Manageable,” you correct.

“Manageable,” he agrees.

Your eyes find themselves looking at the pale polished linoleum on the floor and your lip drawn in between your lips in uncertainty. On one hand, he was right, if everything went well tomorrow, you could really help him. On the other you were really thinking about calling Mr. Fox and having him help you drag the man to the hospital. Although would he really help you? If anyone knew Bruce it had to be him, right? So, there was a high probability that he already knew what kind of condition the man was in and thought the same way he did about it.

“Alright,” you say with a sigh. “But if this doesn’t work you have to find something that does.”

“I’m touched really-”

“Also, if you die, how will I get paid?”

He looks at you blankly for a moment as if trying to assess the seriousness of your comment, “You’re lucky I like you enough not to fire you.”

“You wouldn’t fire me until after we on a date.”

“What happened to the timid girl that I hired, I remember her being much more agreeable.”

“Well, when you have to beat an old man off with a stick every day, you tend not to feel as shy.”

“You’re killing me,” he says fight the smile from coming to his lips.

“Not as much as you’re killing yourself with your _‘mountain climbing’, _” you counter back arms crossing.

“I could take you, I think you might enjoy.”

“No thanks, I more of a dinner and a movie type of girl.”

“Good then I’ll pick you up tonight for dinner.”

“I didn’t agree to that,” you say with a furrowed brow.

“I don’t think we’ll have time for a movie though, since you know, tomorrow is a big day,” he says backing away from you and phonily checking his watch. "Hmm, maybe a party instead."

“Did you hear me? I didn’t say yes.”

“Though if we have a party I'll need a little more time to plan everything,” he says weighing the options with a furrowed brow.

“I can’t believe you,” you say feeling a relenting smile coming over your face. “Does the word 'no' even register in those ears of yours?”

He eyes you curiously for a moment, "I'm sorry I missed part of what you said. It must be my aging ears."

You can't stop the snort the nearly erupts out of you.

You meet his eyes once again, the casual intensity of his gaze made you flick your eyes away from his, but you manage a relenting nod at his suggestion. He made you nervous, the same way he did when the two of you first met. The thought of subjecting yourself to that torment, seemed like madness. You had been denying yourself something that you had wanted from the first time you met and now you were giving in. Was that really the smartest thing to do?

“Next Friday it is, then, ” he says with a smile.

“If it works,” you stipulate feeling a need to give yourself an out just in case you changed your mine.

“It will,” he promises, clearly having more confidence in your abilities than you did.

He tosses you a wave goodbye as he exits your isolated workshop.

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself.

What had you gotten yourself into?

"What if I kill him, Mr. Fox?" You ask the older man who is standing next to your console, hands positioned authoritatively behind his back. The both of you were watching your subject from the observation room.

Bruce lay on a medical table in what was sure to be a freezing room, only in his boxers.

This was it, the moment that all three f you had been waiting for, although Bruce probably more so out of the lot of you.

You were worried, for many more reasons than just your experiment. It seems Mr. Wayne was more than a little secretive. And while you were aware of that when you took the job, some of his precautions were starting to seem more than a little bit ridiculous. Trying to make sure that you could mitigate whatever horrible side effects that could happen, you had suggested the hiring of a few nurses and maybe an actual doctor, to watch over him and his vitals while the experiment.

He had refused. Reiterating that he had complete faith in your expertise.

'Doesn't meant that I won't accidentally kill you,' you had thought to yourself when he had flashed that winning smile of his that made you agree to all of his requests.

"It would be a problem if he doesn't survive," the older man eventually responds to your question with a chuckle. "Try not to kill him."

You knew he was joking and that he was jut trying to keep you loose, but it only made your shoulders tighten with more anxiety. Why did neither of them seem to see this as the big deal that this actually was? Why didn't they take the possibility of the horrible pain he was about to endure seriously? Sure, he probably wouldn't die, but he could be seriously hurt, you could render him immobile or worse. Seeing the brusies and scars on his body when he began undressing made you think that he was in worse condition then you could actually fathom.

Whit a shuddering breath you try to calm yourself down. If they weren't going to worry then there was no reason that you should.

"This is going to hurt, okay?" You call to your patient lying on the table in the other room. You wondered how your voice sounded coming through that speaker. You imagine it was robotic and cold, making the message you delivered even harder to digest than it already was.

Despite that, however, he leans up and flashes you a smile through the observation window.

"I've been through worse," he says with a mischievous glint in his eye. He must have been horrible to look after when he was a child.

"So you people keep telling me," you mutter to yourself turning your attention back to the knobs and switches in front of you.

You take a moment to center yourself and confront the reality of what is happening. Hovering a few feet of the man who was helping to finance your dream, is your prototype. Well, it's more than that now isn't it? It means much more.

Eight stainless steel mechanical appendages hang limply over the table, suspended by a long arm that goes from the table to your console that holds the medication that you would be pumping into the billionaire in front of you.

The medication: A concotion of manufactured stem cells, cortisone, and other regenerative properties. You were sure that it would help some, you just weren't sure how much. Not only did the damage that he suffers seem to be exceedingly extensive, but there was always the chance that he would react negatively to the new chemicals and fluid running through his system. You weren't sure how well he would be able to function if something like that should happen. There was also the possibility of rapid degeneration of the new cells in his body, meaning that he would have to constantly have to experience the trauma of the procedure if he wanted to retain the same level of functionality after an extended period of time.

In the bright room of your lab is perhaps what scared you most about the upcoming procedure. Attached to the spider like legs of your machine were eight large sterile needles that would be digging themselves into the space between his joints, injecting him with the concoction. He kept saying that he would able to handle whatever pain that you subjected him to, but you weren't completely sure that he understood exactly what all that entailed.

There is a clock in front of you and you watch it carefully. As soon as it reached 11, you would start the experiment and you would know if the life you had so carefully built up for yourself would come crashing down or not.

The ticking of the clock hits your ears like a hammer, and you feel your throat tighten with anxiety.

“We are beginning,” you say announcing he start of the experiment.

Your mind is whirring at with all the possible outcomes, and you barley register Mr. Fox’s “good luck” and the fatherly squeeze that warms your shoulder.

With a heavy sigh you type in a few commands to the monitor in front of your and execute the experiment. As the machine begins to whir to life in front of you, you find yourself grateful that you had the wherewithal to automate the program, you have now idea if you would be able to even man the controls if it was something that you had to do manually.

It doesn’t time take long from the arms to take their positions and begin the procedure that you had only seen in your mind’s eye up until that point. They move to align at his ankles, his knees, hips, and shoulders. You see the fluid flow from the console, feeling the syringes that each was holding. The covers that were keeping the needles clean are shed and they glint in the harsh white light with their sterile glory.

‘This is it,’ you think to yourself, biting your lip in anticipation. It occurs to you that perhaps you should offer some words of encouragement to your patient. Your eyes flash to his face and his eyes are closed and his body is completely relaxed, almost like he is in some sort of meditative state, clearly, he is more ready for this than you gave him credit for.

There is a ten second countdown that flashes in the corner of your screen. The needles are all hovering above their chosen targets. The AI would handle everything else, all you had to do now is watch.

As the number’s count down the needles a lowered down until they press against his skin, forming an area of depression. There is a slight hesitation in the machine as it waits for the clock to reach zero. When it does reach that fateful number, you find yourself having to swallow a gag as the flesh across his body is pierced. To your surprise the man doesn’t let out a grunt or even flinch when the needles enter his flesh. Clearly, whatever ever he had been doing to get his body in such a disastrous shape prepared him from the pain of the procedure.

Still, though, this is only the beginning.

You see, the moment that needles hit the target not only on the screen though, but also through the slightly convulsive flinch that runs through his body. They had hit the joints that they were supposed to be targeting.

There is a feral groan that rips itself from his throat next, and you only have to through a passing glance at the screen in front of you to know that the they are now digging through the damaged areas of his joints to find the optimal place to start injecting the fluid.

You can see the pain that is beginning to etch itself on his face. You feel slightly guilty because a part of you wants to mute the sounds coming from the room as the groans begin flowing from his mouth. While you knew the had pain had to get worse in order for him to get better, knowing that you were the one that was causing him that level of discomfort hurt your heart. You wanted to make him, and others, feel better not cause them pain.

You stop yourself, however, when you see the flexing of his hands and his toes. His body clearly, trying to adjust and fight through the pain.

“I know this is hard Mr. Way-, Bruce,” you say, speaking to him through the intercom, “But you are going to have to do your best not to move so they can have the best chance at to inject the medicine where it needs to go.”

At your voice he freezes, almost like he has been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do. Like he just remembered that he wasn’t completely alone. His eyes, still closed, seem to tighten. His hands ball into fists and then they fall limp, the same with the rest of his body. He relaxes and all traces of pain seem to fade as if he was never troubled to begin with.

_‘His force of will is amazing,’ _you think to yourself, more than impressed watching his heart rate calm down from its stress speed.

There is a clicking sound as the machine arms have locked into place, they have found their targets and are ready to begin. There is another countdown as the medication is primed and warmed in the machine, the fluid spinning rapidly in the syringes.

“So Bruce,” you start, pausing to make sure that the man is cognizant enough to hear you. He may be so focused on blocking out the pain that he might not register what you are saying to him. Luckily, you see him move his head in your direction, giving you the cue that he as listening to what you are saying to them. “We are about to inject you with the medication, it shouldn’t hurt any more than anything you have experienced already, but it’s going to feel… weird.”

“_‘Weird’ _she says,” he says scoffing slightly.

You can’t help the small smile that comes over your face, relieved that he is aware enough to respond, no matter how sarcastic it was.

“We are beginning,” you say once more as the countdown reached zero once more.

It starts. The fluid begins to be pumped into the man’s system.

He’s quiet at first, the only sign that he is feeling what’s happening a slight groan leaving his lips. His feet start to flex again before him regain control of them and forces them relax. And though you can plainly see that he is trying to control his body as best as he can, there are some things that lie beyond his control.

You see it first in the hands, the fists that are so badly trying not to rip out the needles that are inside of him, are turning red. In fact, all of his skin is turning a deep shade of crimson. There is a sweaty sheen that begins to encase his body and his mouth opens as he begins to pant, the heat rolling over him becoming more than uncomfortable.

“Is that supposed to happen?” Mr. Fox asks you curiously, but there no traces of panic in his voice. You doubt that you would know if he felt uncomfortable until it's too late though.

“The medication needed to be primed and activated for it to work,” you explain. “In order it for it it to activate it needed to be heated up. He feels hot, because the liquid is hot, as it begins to settle he should begin to cool back down.”

You manage to stop yourself from adding an “I hope” to the end of your sentence. There was no reason to doubt yourself now, it’s too far in for you to do anything but to ride the up and downs of the procedure.

Despite the boost of self-confidence that you just tried to inject yourself with in order to come yourself down, it is quickly outweighed by the dread that rolls over as the instruments of your console begin to blink red in warning.

Everything happens so quickly, you're surprised that you were able to keep your head from popping off.

As the alerts flash on the screen, mostly stating that his temperature was reaching critical levels, the man undergoing the procedure begins to thrash and groan uncomfortably, his body rising and arching of the bed.

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself as you are forced to activate emergency restraints. Two halves of a large silver ring announce themselves with an aggressive whirring and a clanking sound as the connect over top of Bruce’s body. Once they connect, they slowly begin to press down to lock him in place, he begins to shake.

Panic consumes you as your eyes flash between to the screen and back to the man. There isn’t much left that needs to pump in and yet he is in so much pain. Should you stop? Would he want you to stop? Is it right for you to stop? Your finger hovers over a button to terminate the procedure and you feel yourself gulp as the idea of pressing it bounces back and forth between your mind. It’s then that you feel the familiar hand on your shoulder, another fatherly grip there to reassure you.

“Almost done, now,” Lucius says with a hum. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn you saw a hint of worry flash in his eyes, but there is a confidence there that reassures you and you find yourself relaxing. You warned the man about what would happen, and he told you to continue. If he has that much faith in you, you should have faith in that he would be fine and pull through.

It’s an agonizing ten minutes, that feels like ten hours. The medicine emptied into him, the needles pause their movement, a pause given in an effort for the body to cool down and the patient to relax. He groans and twists as best he can for another five minutes, but soon, he falls quiet. His body falls still. The needles, pull back and the machine lifts back up moving back into a corner. The procedure had officially finished, and you’re pretty sure that you didn’t kill the billionaire that paid you to do it. You look at the monitor, his heartbeat is steady, and his temperature is slowly returning to normal.

“Bruce?” Your question was spoken through the intercom, he doesn’t respond and all you can see is the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.

“I imagine he’s passed out,” Lucius says with a bit of a chuckle with his hand sliding into his pockets. His calm attitude makes you feel like that this is something that he’s dealt with before. What kind of people had you agreed to work for?

“I’ll come back in a few hours, I’m sure he’ll be awake then.”

“Wait your leaving?!” You balk at the older man looking at him with wide worried eyes. “What am I supposed to do about him? What if he’s got brain damage or he doesn’t wake up?”

The old man gives you a small knowing smile and it frankly pisses you off a little bit, why is it they have a habit of making your concerns seem trivial. “Trust me, he’ll be fine, he’s been through worse.”

“Been through worse than mountain climbing?” You question incredulously, arms crossing in irritation. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Mountain climbing, skydiving, base jumping,he’s adventurous”, he says making his way to elevate and summoning it. “Don’t worry, he’ll pull through. And I’m sure you’ll get a bonus for all your hard work.”

You're left alone both agitated and concerned, “Can’t get a bonus if he doesn’t wake up.”

You look back at the procedure room and feel guilt racking up in your chest. The medical instruments and restraints removed from the table, he looks like a cadaver. It didn’t help that the red flush is now gone from his body and he looks disturbingly pale under the harsh lights.

With careful steps, you rise from your desk and tiptoe over to the door separating you from him. With a sigh you resign yourself to the fact it’s your duty to care for him now. It really would have been so helpful if he had allowed you to hire a nurse or two.

You enter the room and immediately make your way to one of the cabinets to fetch a blanket to cover him. There would be no telling how long he'd sleep, but he didn’t have to be cold while he did it, conscious or not.

Draping his body in the blanket, you find yourself tucking him in like a mummy, the way that your mother used to when you complained about being cold. It always kept you warm, so it would do the same for him… right?

You feel a bit of relief wash over you when you look at his face. His pale visage was slowly starting to regain some color, the blue tips of his ears flushing pink as the body begins to acclimate his temperature once again.

For now, your experiment, it seems, is a success. You hadn’t killed your boss, hurray!

Looking at him he seems very much alive, although in a state that you had never seen him before. Unguarded. It’s a strange thing to see his face at rest. A part of you didn’t know it was possible. He usually kept a flirty smirk on his face, but the few times you had seen with anything but that look he had been sporting a heavy frown and furrowed brow. There was always something that seemed to nag you about him. While you enjoyed your time with him and loved your job, you were almost certain that the flirty banter and attitude he'd greet you with wasn't the real him. Perhaps that is why you denied his request for so long. If you had agreed to go out with him who would show up to that date? Bruce the flirt, or the man who let that angry frown form on his face when he thought no one was looking. You weren’t sure that you wanted much to do with either of those people.

Looking at him now though, he looked more real. You imagine it’s because when he’s like this he’s not in control and doesn’t have the ability to act in a way that he thinks he should.

Still, if he was awake, you would have liked that a whole lot more.

When he’s was as bundled up as you can possibly make him, you leave. Back to your observation room and sit and monitor his vitals and wait.

And Wait.

And Wait.

And…

Your neck hurts, it’s aching. Your thighs feel a little numb too, and your shoulders aren’t doing any better than the rest of you. Maybe if you roll around a bit you can get comfortable and go back to sleep.

Shifting your hip to the far side of your chair, you take some unwanted pressure off of your body and soon find yourself relaxing once again into a much needed slumber.

Well, you would have, but there is a deep chuckle bouncing around in your ears and you aren’t sure where it’s coming from.

Your eyes blink open slowly, they feel heavy and you knew you had been asleep for more than a few hours. Your vision is blurry at first, the shock of the white lights confusing their focus for a second and making you unsure of your surroundings. You were sure of one thing though, there was a tall figuring standing in front of you.

“Hello?” You question, voice heavy with sleep.

“Hello,” the deep voice almost coos at you amusedly.

You know that voice and that condensation.

“Bruce?!” You question sitting up straight in your chair, eyes suddenly as awake as the rest of you are.

There he is, standing tall and strong as if he hadn’t just gone through hell. There is a little bit of weary look about him, but he looks more than healthy. And judging by the smirk on the face, more than ready to get on your nerves.

“You’re okay,” you sigh out appraising him. Nothing looked broken or contorted, and he hadn’t grown and extra arm out his back.

“I think so,” he says, flexing his hands and rolling his wrists around. “A little sore, though.”

“You should feel like shit,” you say bluntly. “But in a few days, maybe a few hours even, you should start to notice a difference. And we should schedule a time for you to do follow up X-rays.”

He nods as if he’s listening to your advice, but you can tell he’s already fascinated with how his body feels. He rolls his shoulders back and you must stop yourself from staring at the tightening fabric of his back. He brings his hand up to his face and looks at the backs and the palms multiple times. You find yourself jumping slight surprise when quickly jab one of his arms out aggressively in what would have been a knockout punch if someone was on the other side. His mouth curls up as a satisfied smirk crosses his face.

“I think you just saved my life,” he says somewhat boyishly, a giddiness in his tone that you had never heard before. It leaves you slightly stunned.

“Were you trying to punch the mountains?” You ask slightly confused by the punch.

He gives you a deep, genuine belly laugh, and you feel a warmth spill over you when it happens. You’d like to hear him laugh like so much more.

He gathers himself with a calming sigh and gives you a rather affectionate look, “With this you’re going to change the world you know that?”

“Well, there are still a few kinks to work out,” you say, averting your eyes feeling heat scorch your cheeks.

“Don’t do that, you’re brilliant,” he reemphasizes earnestly. And you wish you could stop your heart from beating so fast, like a schoolgirl with her first crush. This time, though, you decide to take the compliment in full.

“Thanks.”

“I’m still throwing that party by the way.”

’Shit’

[thecassadilla]

Have Love, Will Travel

Word Count: 1,362/AO3

Pairing: New Dream/Rapunzel x Eugene

Summary: Rapunzel and Eugene spend the first day of their vacation on a beach in Hawaii.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This is my contribution for Day 2 of New Dream Appreciation Week - Vacation! Once again, this is a Modern!AU and is more of a drabble than an actual fic. I hope you like it!

“This is the life,” Eugene crooned, as he relaxed into the beach chair, arms tucked behind his head. “Y’know, I could really get used to this. What do you say, Rapunzel - do you think we should move here?”

Rapunzel looked up from the book she was reading. “Hmm, no,” she answered, shaking her head.

“What? Why? This is paradise!” He gestured wildly around him.

“That’s the point,” she remarked, smiling sweetly. “It wouldn’t be paradise if we lived here everyday.”

“I have to say that I disagree,” he said, pouting.

Paradise, in this scenario, was Hawaii - specifically, Waikiki Beach on the island of Oahu. It was only the first full day of their vacation, and Eugene was in love. This was the life he was destined for - relaxing on the beach under the golden rays of the sun with Rapunzel by his side. White sand, the clear blue ocean, and palm trees. Life couldn’t possibly get much better.

“What time is the hula show tonight?” He asked.

“It’s at six,” she said, not looking up this time.

He glanced down at his watch. “So that gives us another hour before we have to go up to the room and shower and get ready. We’re going to dinner afterwards, right?”

“Yes, I made a reservation for us at a really popular restaurant,” she smiled, flipping the page of her book. “My friend recommended it to me - I’m very excited.”

“Well consider me excited, too. You know, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

She giggled. “Is it now?”

“Oh, yes,” he nodded. “Now what’s on the agenda for tomorrow?”

“Scuba diving!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I hope we’ll see some turtles. Or a stingray. Or anything, really, just as long as we see something.”

“Is that something we have to wake up super early for?”

She didn’t answer him and simply turned to the next page.

“Rapunzel?”

“Hmm?” She hummed.

He narrowed his eyes, leaning forward. “Do we have to wake up super early to go scuba diving tomorrow?”

“Mhmm.”

“Aw, come on! This is our vacation - we’re supposed to be relaxing!”

“We’ll get to relax after that,” she assured him. “Besides, Hawaii is three hours behind us. So it’ll really be like we’re waking up at eight instead of five.”

“Five?!” He exclaimed. “In the morning?!”

She pulled the sunglasses off of her nose so he would be able to see her roll her eyes. “Stop being dramatic, Eugene. We only have to wake up early that one time for the entire trip. Besides, it’s better to go earlier rather than later - I’ve heard there are more animals out earlier in the day.”

He muttered something under his breath and sat back against his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Rapunzel simply shook her head, slid her sunglasses back up her nose and resumed reading. She knew that he would get over it in a few minutes because it wasn’t a big deal.

“I think I’m going to go for a swim,” she said after a bit of time had passed, closing her book. “Care to join me?”

He didn’t answer, but rather huffed and looked away from her.

“Fine - suit yourself, grumpy gills,” she remarked as she stood up. She placed her book on her now-empty chair, and began to make long strides toward the water. When she reached it, she paused for a moment, allowing the warm water to pool around her feet.

The beach was fairly crowded; it was early April, and she assumed that a lot of the people there were college kids who were on spring break. When the tide pulled away from the shore, she continued further in, pausing once again when the water was at knee level. She placed her hands on her hips and turned back to face Eugene, who was still sulking under their umbrella. Shaking her head, she continued to waist deep water, jumping over the waves as they approached her and basking in the strong sunlight.

She closed her eyes, soaking it all in. The sound of the waves crashing at the shore, the seagulls squawking overhead, and the chatter and shrieks of people around her. She took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the salty ocean air. It was easy to feel completely at ease, and she swore she could feel any pent up tension melting away. She was brought back to reality when she was splashed from behind.

She turned around and to her surprise, no one was standing there. Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms snaking around her waist.

“Gotcha!” Eugene yelled in her ear, causing her to shriek.

“What was that for?” She giggled, craning her neck so she could look up at him.

“I heard the Temptress of Waikiki was in the ocean, so I had to come look for her myself. Luckily, I found her pretty quickly.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Isn’t that from a movie?”

“Yeah, Addams Family Values,” he answered, nonchalantly.

“Wait, wasn’t she the villain?”

“Semantics.”

“Eugene!” She exclaimed, a huge smile plastered across her face. She playfully smacked one of the hands that rested on her waist. “I am glad that you decided to stop sulking and join me out here, though.”

“All part of my master plan, darling,” he mused. “I had to make you believe that I was angry so I could sneak up on you.”

“So you were faking that entire time? You really don’t care about waking up early?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I mean, I do care about waking up early - but, this is our vacation and if you want to see a sea turtle, then we’re going to see a sea turtle!”

“I’m glad you came around,” she smirked. 

“How could I not? I’m in the most beautiful place, with the most beautiful person. There’s no place I’d rather be.”

She blushed. “Aww, I feel the same way. I love being home with you, but being on vacation is so nice because there are no distractions. We can just spend time together.”

“It may be too soon to say this, considering that today is literally the first day of our vacation, but I think we should start planning the next one.”

She finally pulled away so she could look at him, but took both of his hands in her own. “Ooh! I’d love to go to Europe!”

“I was thinking somewhere along the lines of Mexico, or Bora Bora.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “We’re on a beach, and we live near a beach, and you want our next vacation to be -”

He cut her off, nodding. “A beach vacation.”

“There are beautiful beaches in Europe, you know. Like Santorini! We should go to Greece. Or Italy. Or France. We could go almost anywhere in Europe and I’d be happy.”

“We’ll get there, someday,” he promised, pulling his hand away to glance at his watch. “But for right now, I believe we have a hula show to get ready for.”

“Wow, I can’t believe how fast today went!” She exclaimed as they began to walk back towards the shore. “Luckily, I already have our outfits picked out for tonight.”

He threw his arm over her shoulders. “Let me guess, we’re going to be matching?”

She grinned. “Did you think we were going to come to Hawaii and not wear matching clothes at least once?”

“I didn’t think about it until just now,” he chuckled. “What color?”

“Purple with big white flowers. And khakis for you, since mine is a dress.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” he said, as they finally emerged from the water. “Should I be expecting any other surprises?”

“Maybe,” she answered, slyly. 

He shook his head, holding back a laugh. “Of course you wouldn’t tell me. That would be too easy.”

“Hey, you’re the one who left the planning up to me,” she shrugged, smiling smugly as she slid her book into the beach bag. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

“God, I love vacations,” he grinned, folding the umbrella and tucking it under his arm. “This is going to be a great week.”

[kryptoniteismysupergirl]

Is this okay?

As promised here is the fic! Based upon this image.

Thumping on her door, distracted her from the book she was reading. Alex wasn’t due round today and her food wasn’t supposed to arrive for another 20 minutes. She used her x-ray vision and saw the figure that stood outside. The signature hand-on-hip, made Kara leap from her spot and run to the door. She nearly tore the door off its hinges in excitement.

In front of her stood Cat Grant. In the flesh, Kara had to stop herself from throwing her arms around the woman. Before she could say anything the woman pushed into the apartment.

“Kara Danvers, have you gone completely fucking insane.” Cat walked through Kara’s door, her handbag in her hands and sunglasses over her eyes.

“Miss Grant?!” Kara stood back and allowed her ex-boss to stride into her apartment. Cat threw her handbag on the island counter, whipped off her sunglasses and spun around to face Kara.

“Well? Have you?” She stood, hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised.

“Have I what?” Her hands were still on the door handle; she was still in shock of the past few seconds.

“Gone completely fucking insane?”

“No? Miss Grant, what are you taking about?” Kara was genuinely confused about the whole interaction.

“You revealing yourself in front of the fucking press. It’s all over the news!”

“Well, of course it would be, they’re the press,” The alien scrunched her face up in confusion. Kara watched as her former boss paced around her apartment, muttering to herself. A small smile spread across Kara’s face, she had missed Cat, she had missed her ramblings.

“I can’t believe you.” Cat was getting exhausted with Kara’s carelessness.

The smile dropped from her face. “I had to. It was to protect the people I love and it was the honest and right thing to do. I was tired of people getting hurt by my lies” Kara took on the Supergirl stature as she was ranting, her chin held high and her chest puffed out.

“But why now. Why have you suddenly decided that now, was the best time to do this?” Cat stared at Kara, with a signature hand on her hip. Kara knew what Cat was implying. ‘Why didn’t you tell me’

Kara didn’t have the words, she opened and closed her mouth several times trying to think of an excuse, but nothing came out. Then suddenly the words started to fall out.

“Lena-

“Lena Luthor. Of course.” Cat cut off the alien. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at the obviousness of it all.

Kara’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. “What does that mean.”

Cat has seen the pictures. She had see the big doe eyes that Kara would give Lena during interviews. She also knew of the crush that Kara harboured during her period as her assistant, she wasn’t stupid, that and also Winn couldn’t keep his mouth shut. That’s why she left, to put some distance between the two of them, to stop those feelings that were bubbling away inside her that she knew she couldn’t never let out. Leaving for Bhutan was the perfect way to let Kara grow as a person and a reporter but also let Cat imagine and admire from afar.

“I see the way that you look at her, Kara. I see the interviews, I’m not stupid. I can see when you have a crush. Why do you think I left?”

Kara’s faced turned from confusion to slight anger. “Crush? What! No…no, no, you left because you wanted to explore new things. You wanted to find happiness! You said that asked Siri about the happiest place on earth.”

Cat let out a sigh and sat down at the kitchen island and played with the necklace around that hung around her neck.

“Kara…I…” Cat couldn’t think of the right words. “I left because I knew that I could never have my true happiness.” Cat took a breath and pinched the bridge of her nose, very nervous about the secret she was about to divulge. “I knew that the feelings I had for you were unprofessional and I needed to put some distance between us and let you grow. Without me. You had already done so much and I needed you to know that you were destined for so much more then what CATCO and I could offer you. So I left, I put some distance between us and watched and admired from a far. Ultimately it just made me miss you more and make my feelings grow stronger,” Cat took a breath and stepped forward. “I love you, Kara. I have done for a long time but I knew that I could never have you, so I never told you and I ran. I thought it would be what was best but I was wrong.”

The silence between the two of them was tense but comfortable. Kara fiddled with the sleeves of her hoodie, while Cat fiddled with the handle of her bag, trying to distract herself.

“Miss Grant-“

“I just confessed my undying love for you, Kara. I think you can call me Cat.”

“Cat,” Kara started to say something but sirens filled the air. Lots of them. Kara huffed and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Go. If you want to talk when you’re done, come by the penthouse. I’ll leave the balcony door open.” Before Kara could finish, Cat had already gathered her things and headed for the door. Kara supersped and opened the door for Cat.

“Be safe, Supergirl.” Cat smiled as she took Kara’s hand in her own and pressed a kiss to Kara’s cheek. Cat made her way back downstairs and out of the building. Luckily her car was still parked outside, she was incredibly sceptical about leaving her new BMW in what is known to be one of the roughest areas of National City. She sat in her car and composed herself. She hadn’t mean to tell Kara about her infatuation with her. To be perfectly honest she was never going to tell her, but deep down she knew she would never be truly, deeply happy, if Kara never knew.

The apartment was dark when Cat had got back. Carter was at his fathers so the usual sound of the hollers and gunshots from the games room weren’t heard. She headed straight for the the drinks cupboard next to the fridge. Inside it was stocked with bottles of scotch, whiskey, rum, all kinds of alcohol. It was a bartenders dream. She helped herself to a very large glass of scotch then sat on the prestine cream sofa, that overlooked the National City skyline.

*

An hour later, Kara hands over the last bad guy to Alex, and brushes herself off.

“Movie night tonight? We could order pizza and potstickers?” her sister asked her.

“Not tonight. I have something I need to do, but I’ll catch you later?” Kara started to head up towards the big balcony, ready to fly off, but she stopped and turn back around to face her sister. “Actually, could I have the night off tonight? I…have a deadline due, and I…should do it.” She asked her sister, a grin that Alex knew to be Kara’s ‘I have nothing to hide’ grin.

Alex crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow to her sister, clearly not convinced by her lie.  

“Fine, but movie night tomorrow, and you’re getting the food.” Alex called out as Kara flew away from the building.

Cat stood on the balcony and watched out over the skyline. This place was her home; she could never deny that. No matter where she went in the world, she would always return to National City, it was her home. She established CATCO here, she bought her first house, this was carter’s home, but most importantly National City was where she met Kara. Kara, her darling Kara.

The cape gently flapping in the wind above her alerted to her that she wasn’t alone. She looked up and saw Kara sat on the roof smiling down at Cat.

“Kara, why are you sitting on my roof?”

“I’m appreciating the view. From up here it’s pretty breath-taking.” Kara smirked down at Cat and winked.

Cat rolled her eyes and walked inside the penthouse, expecting the super-puppy to follow her.

“Chop chop Supergirl.” Kara jumped down from the roof and followed her inside. With a burst of superspeed Kara pushed Cat up against the wall, rattling the photos that hung there. Kara’s hands on her hips and her lips on Cat’s neck. Cat tangled her fingers in Kara’s hair and stretched her neck to the side, allowing Kara more access.

“Kara…” Cat called out to the alien but she was too preoccupied with other things to even notice. Cat called out again and pushed Kara away.

“Did I do something wrong, are you okay?”

Cat held Kara’s arms and smiled at her. “I’m fine darling. I just…I can’t believe that you came. I…was so worried that I had scared you off.” Kara smiled and pulled Cat into her arms. Cat wrapped her arms around Kara’s waist and settled her head on her chest.

“Of course I came. I will always come to you.” Kara pulled away from the hug. She cupped Cat’s cheeks in her hands and slowly but surely captured Cat’s lips in her own. Time stood still for the two of them. No one else mattered to them but each other. Kara’s hands shift to Cat’s hips puling her closer. Her arms snaked around Kara’s neck, they gripped and pulled at her hair. Kara kissed deeper and moved her hands lower. She gripped Cat’s thighs and pulled them up, making them wrap around her waist.

“Is this okay?” Kara moans against Cat’s mouth. She pulls away and tangles her fingers with the hair at the base of Kara’s neck

“It’s perfect.” Cat rubs Kara’s neck and leans back down to kiss her.

[lokispettigerr]

Ophelia--The Goddess Within: Fic Drabble (Loki x Reader) NSFW

Summary: Reader is feeling frustrated and struggling with their inner potential. Loki of course still sees the beauty and power within and decides to bring it out!

Word Count: 1406

A/N: Just a little fic drabble for you all since I have been away from posting fictions for so long. Hope you enjoy it at least some and look forward to the full fic. Read on and find out how Loki and I see you, and how we wish you could see yourself. 

Taglist: In the reblog

“I give up!” I cried, throwing my hands in the air exasperatedly. “I can’t do this anymore!”

“Can’t do what anymore?” a deeply erotic voice asked.

I startled at the sound. Loki was always appearing suddenly as if the shadows and air all around me seemed to give him form. 

His voice was a balm that soothed my nerves, but not enough to stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. 

“This!” I yelled, too loud, and pointed dramatically at an art piece I had been laboring over for the last several days. 

Without a word, he walked over to my desk. It was littered all about with pencils, papers, erasers, and the like. 

Loki’s deft fingers shifted a piece of paper away from my work as he peered at it. Though his face was still turned towards the art, he looked up at me. I was struck by how innocent he looked like that. For a moment I caught a glimpse of what he might have looked like as a small child-- perhaps trying to apologize for something he didn’t do, trying to cheer someone else up who was angry over a broken vase or the like. It was odd seeing him like that. 

“I see nothing amiss here,” Loki said, his lashes casting shadows in his luxurious green eyes. “No.” I pointed, my finger floating near his, “Look there! It’s all wrong.”

Loki’s eyes trailed back down, to where my finger gestured-- making a tight circle in the air as if I was trying to wave the problem away with magic. 

“Hmmm,” he hummed, “Ah, Norns, yes. I see it now! Oh, how ghastly!”

“You do, really? I know! It is terrible. I can’t stand it!” I replied, finally content that he saw what I could see. 

His hand grabbed at mine, his fingers linking through my own. “No, my love. I see nothing but beauty.” He brought my hand to his lips to kiss it. I could see the pencil smudges on my fingers turning them grey. 

I tried pulling my hand back, “Loki!” I sighed, “Stop pretending like it is fine. It isn’t!”

He chuckled, “Ophelia, not everything has to be perfection. Why can you not see the beauty in the imperfect? You are much too hard on yourself.”

“Loki…”

“Well, what about me, Ophelia my love? I am not perfect. Not by any means, yet you still think I am good and pure.”

I scowled at him, “Not at this particular moment, Loki!”

His mouth went into a straight line. He may have been wounded by my words, but he wouldn’t say so. I felt bad for being so snappy with him. 

“I think you need time away from,” he gestured at the drawing, “your art.” I could tell he wanted me to know it was not simply a drawing, but the expression of emotions and the soul on paper. 

“That’s fine! I’m never doing it again anyway!” I was being dramatic and I knew it. I also knew Loki was probably right, but I wanted to be upset at this moment. I was unhappy. I deserved to at least feel how I wanted to. 

Loki did not respond, instead, he pulled me away from my desk, away from the mess that reflected what was in my mind. 

He took me outside to stand on the porch. It was early morning. I didn’t realize I must have been awake through the night. The soft rays of the sun peeked out from between the branches and green, glistening leaves of the trees surrounding the house. 

“Stay,” he ordered before heading back into the house. He looked back at me over his shoulder, “Undress.” 

I was appalled a bit. I must admit, but luckily Loki and I had a cabin out in the forest, and the only ones that would witness my nakedness would be the critters and creatures of the forest. I shrugged out of my clothes, slightly feeling abashed. My arms went over my breasts and I kept my legs together, as tight as possible, crossing my feet with one another as I stood waiting, awkward. 

While Loki was gone I stayed within my thoughts. Loki truly was very interesting. When I first met him, he came across apathetic. I would have never thought he would go to great links to show someone he cares about how important to the world or to him they were-- but time after time Loki showed me how special I was. He could be filled with madness, lust, jealousy, rage, and the like. I expected those as did many others who met Loki.

It finally hit me. Loki showed those facets of himself, those facets that were expected of him to most people. It took someone truly special and powerful to bring out the rest. Loki himself was a work of art, a hidden one. Only a true artist, like myself, who drew with their whole being could bring out his truth. 

Loki returned carrying several bottles of paint. I quirked an eyebrow at him. “I’ve never taken you as much of a painter.” 

Loki didn’t answer and instead placed the bottles of paint at my feet, holding onto a purple bottle. 

Loki carried no paint brushes or other art supplies and my eyes widened as it dawned on me what Loki was planning to do. 

I watched as his deft fingers opened the bottle, turned it upside down to pour some of the paint onto the palm of his hand. The paint seeped onto his skin spreading into the fine lines of his palm, tracing a map of his life. 

“May I?” He asked, glancing up at me from beneath his lashes, his eyes bright in the rays of the sun. 

The paint could have passed for black if there hadn’t been a golden metallic sheen within the paint. Yet, it was purple, but a violet purple that mimicked that of the cosmos. For without the light of all the stars the cosmos would truly be darker than black-- a twirling void of soulessness and disarray. 

“For your brilliance, your body is a mirror of the universe,” Loki said in a husky voice, his brows were furrowed as he rubbed his hands together and his thumbs and index fingers caressed my forehead, nose, and cheeks. Then with the palms of his hand he cupped and massaged both of my breasts. When most of the paint was transferred from his hands to my skin, he knelt to get another paint tube-- this color was red, but again it had a golden sheen to it making it shimmer and become alive in the dancing rays of the sun. It looked like fire. “For within your womb is a fire that births creativity, intuition, and above all life. Not only does it consume but it is the energy source of all life.” 

I spoke not a word, I was in a trance at the sound of his words. I was under a spell. “Do not ever let this fire burn down to embers. Stroke it, feed it.” As he said this his hand  dipped down, below my navel, below the space between my hips, down, his finger right above the cleft of my lower lips, right above my clit. I drew a sharp breath in between my teeth. Loki continued, he would transfer the paint from his hands to my body to kneel back down to gather more-- he did this until all of me was covered in paint swirling like the universe. 

“Now you see what I see,” he whispered in a hushed tone. “You give birth to art, because you are art of the highest creation. I see you, now you see yourself.” Loki took his index finger, crooking it under my chin to tilt my head up so he could place a kiss of passion on my rose colored lips. 

“It’s alright to take a break from your art from time to time, but never forsake it. You are a wild goddess, your spirit swirling about the void of the cosmos giving birth and lighting all of the stars within the galaxies. You need to put your art, your soul onto paper to share with others so they will know they are never alone. Share the fire of the divinity within you.”

Loki was right, I smiled knowingly and said, “Thank you Loki.”

**** Hope you all enjoyed this and it invoked a sense of your true power and a greater desire to be at unity with yourself and your productions. 

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[halstudandruz]

Unexpected

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Jay and Reader go undercover as a married couple, little did they know this would push them even closer to wanting that reality.

Warnings: Almost rape, swearing

“Okay, you ready?” Jay asked getting ready to pull into the club. I nodded my head preparing myself.

“Safety word is ‘fired’ you understand?” Voight said in my ear. Jay and I both confirmed. Jay looked at me nodding before getting out and walking over to open my door. He helped me out grabbing my hand as we began to walk into the club. Upon walking in I was overwhelmed with the smell of sweat and drugs. There were numerous people crowded on the dance floor right up next to each other. Jay clutched his hand around mine tighter pulling me over to the bar where he helped me up on a stool. Intelligence was investigating a notorious drug dealer. Who supposedly owned the club we were in. Jay and I were sent undercover as a married couple to hopefully set up a deal with him, he knew we were coming thanks to Antonio’s CI who knew him well and was now trying to help us catch him. The bartender came over asking us if we wanted anything to drink. I ordered two rum and cokes for us. I pretended not to notice the bartender looking me up and down, but Jay didn’t hesitate to send him a hard glare while stepping closer and putting his hand on my thigh making the bartender scurry away to prepare our drinks. Jay’s simple action caused butterflies to rise in my stomach as well as heat to form between my thighs. I had been having these kind of feelings for a while. Pretty much ever since Jay and I became partners causing us to spend more time together obviously. I was formally partners with Antonio but once he left for the short period of time he did Voight rearranged us and didn’t bother to do so again when Antonio came back. It seemed now whenever Jay touched me in the slightest way my heart began to race faster which was extremely confusing and not mention embarrassing when I felt my face heat up. Luckily it seemed like he never noticed. I just chalked it up to the fact that Jay was a good looking guy and I spent most of my days relying on him in literally life or death situations. All of a sudden I felt Jay talking in my ear pulling me out of my thoughts and making me jump he pulled back giving me a confused looked as I just shook my head apologizing. He leaned back in repeating himself while rubbing up and down my thigh teasingly.

“I need you to look over by the bathrooms and tell me if that looks like Hernedez to you.” He whispered as I pretended to giggle keeping up the act. I began to kiss up his neck as I shifted my eyes over towards the bathroom.

“I can’t tell it’s too dark in the corner.” I whispered nipping at his ear slightly causing him to groan that he tried to cover up with a cough. I pretended not to notice even though I will admit I suddenly didn’t want to be undercover anymore, and I could’ve swore I heard a chuckle in my ear. However I quickly regained my composure knowing we had a job to do. “Go to the bathroom and see.” I told him.

“No, I’m not leaving you.” He dismissed quickly like I was crazy.

“Jay it’s 20 feet away if anything happens I’ll be watching to back you up.” I explained.

“I’m not worried about me I’m worried about you.” He whispered harshly.

“Your call Jay, but stop fighting you might draw attention.” Voight said in our ears. He looked at me as I gave him a reassuring nod before he gave in. He brought my hand to his lips before heading over to the bathroom. I was too busy trying to keep an eye on him that I never even heard someone slide right in next to me.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here setting alone.” I jumped in my seat turning to see Hernandez leaning against the counter beside me.

“Actually I’m not-wait are you Hernandez?” I asked pretending to realize just now.

“Why yes I am and who might you be?” He asked giving me a creepy smirk that made my skin crawl.

“I’m Victoria. Anthony set us up a meeting remember?” I smiled at him sweetly.

“Ah yes.. did you husband, what was it? Ray? Bail on you?” He asked sliding closer to me.

“Ryan,” I smiled sweetly. “And no he’s here he actually just went to use the restroom.” I continued.

“Well why don’t we go get started?” He asked.

“Yeah of course, let me just go get Ryan-“ I began to say carefully sliding off my seat before he grabbed my wrist turning me back towards him.

“No, I’ll have someone bring him up we can just go get started.” He whispered in my ear making goosebumps rise on my skin. He slid his hand down to the low of my back, a little too low might I add, leading me up the stairs. As much as I waned to protest I knew I couldn’t push it too far and was just relying on Jay to meet us up there like Hernandez said. Upon walking up stairs he led me down a hall into a room that was filled with couches, a TV, and a desk on one side. As I walked up the stairs I realized my ear piece was breaking up and I could not longer hear those on the other side. Hernandez kicked out the few men that were seated in the room telling one of them to get my husband and bring him up however he ended the sentence with a smirk and a wink to the man. I was suddenly regretting telling Jay to go check near the bathrooms, but I had to trust that he was looking for me.

“Well let’s talk business.” I smiled wide leaning up against his desk.

“How about we just get to know each other real quick first.. you always want to know the people you do business with right?” He asked stepping closer to me running his hand lightly down my shoulder the whole way to my hip where he roughly gripped.

“Yeah I guess we can talk first, what do you want to know?” I asked hiding my uncomfortableness and emphasizing talk.

“Top or bottom? Cause I am perfectly fine with doing either.” He whispered in my ear running his tongue down my neck nipping at the skin on my collarbone. He picked me up easily setting me on the desk positioning himself in between my legs making it easy for him since I had a tight short dress on. I tried to close them but he just harshly ripped them back open stepping closer into me. “What’s the matter Tori? You shy? Don’t worry I can make you feel so good.” He said running his hand very slowly up my heat pressing hard. That was it for me I was offfically too scared.

“What are you doing? Can’t you get fired for this?” I laughed nervously making sure to say the word “fired” a little louder than the rest hoping they could hear me.

“Fired? Honey I don’t get fired I own the place. Which means I can do whatever I want.” He laughed loudly grabbing my hips yanking me closer to the edge of the desk. He grabbed my hand forcing it on his crotch that was disgusting full by now while he began to pull my panties down my thighs throwing them to the side. I tried to wiggle out of his touch which made him harshly grab my hip tighter no doubt leaving a bruise as I whined slightly. I knew I had a small knife in the cup of my bra but I wasn’t sure how to get to it without him grabbing my hands first.

“Oh suck it up this will be over quickly.” He smiled trying to pull my dress up above my thighs. Just then the door came busting open. Kevin rushed in tackling the guy away from me. I watched as they threw handcuffs on him not even slightly hesitating. It was then that the sobs came busting out. Jay rushed over to me pulling off his jacket covering my lap up with it knowing if I moved a certain way I would be on full display. He pulled me into a hug not saying anything. Once they dragged Hernandez out Voight came to check on my asking if I was okay. I nodded my head as he ushered me down to the ambulance to be checked out anyway. After being check and given the clear I sat in the back of the ambulance watching the scene around me. Jay very cautiously came over setting beside me. I still had his jacket around me. I was freezing now and I was coming down from the adrenaline.

“I’m.. so sorry [Y/N].. I cant even began to explain to you.” He said continuing to look down in his lap.

“Jay look at me. There nothing for you to be sorry about, I told you I’d be okay I told you to leave me. It’s completely on me and is nobody else’s fault.” I explained reaching over to brush his hand.

“I still shouldn’t have listened, and this is not your fault. It’s all that fucking disgusting bastard’s fault.” He said harshly anger clearly running through him.

“Yeah but I put myself in that situation.” I shrugged playing with my hands.

“No. Stop it right there. Absolutely not [Y/L/N]. You shouldn’t have to worry at all about being in a situation like that. It is not your fault and never will be.” He said looking straight into my eyes making me breakdown a little.

“He was.. he was.. so close Jay.” I whispered out tears beginning to roll down my face again. Making him swoop me up in his arms.

“Shhhh. I know. It’s okay. I’m right here.” He repeated over and over into my hair as I clutched to his chest. Once I calmed down I looked up at him.

“I’m sorry...” I croaked out a little embarrassed now.

“Don’t be sorry.” He smiled tucking a stand of hair behind my ear and wiping the tears from my face. “I promise I will never let anyone hurt you like that again. That son of a bitch is so luckily Antonio was the one hauling him out.” He said softly but ended with anger in his voice. I looked him and still seen pain and concern over his face.

“Jay, please don’t blame yourself for this.” I begged knowing what he was thinking. He sighed heavily.

“I won’t if you won’t.” He said putting his hand against my cheek. I nodded continuing to look him not moving my eyes from his. I closed my eyes once I felt Jay’s lips hit mine. I kissed back passionately before I remembered where we were pulling back quickly. I blushed once I looked over to see everyone watching.

“It’s about damn time you two.” Kevin yelled from a couple feet away. As everyone stood around agreeing. I looked over at Jay to find him chuckling.

“Well it seems like everyone knew about us, but us.” He continued to laugh.

“Sounds accurate.” I laughed leaning my head on his shoulder as Voight walked up to us.

“Don’t worry I already have the HR forms printed out for you guys. They’re on my desk you can take them tomorrow. In the meantime go home and rest up. If you need anything let me know.” Voight said looking at me slightly concerned as I nodded. He continued on walking past us towards his car.

“I’m so beyond confused right now.” Jay admitted helping me down onto the ground. I giggled in response.

“I have to get out of this dress. I’m fairly certain I’m going to cut it up and throw it away. Also you’re not getting this jacket back anytime tonight I’m fucking freezing.” I admitted shivering.

“Looks better on you anyway.” Jay smiled wrapping his arm around me leading me to the car. I rolled my eyes at his cheesy comment but secretly loved it. I guess good things really do come unexpected.

[lovehugsandcandy]

Who Killed Jason Shaw? Chapter 3: Toby (RoD, Colt x MC)

Summary: Ellie’s investigation heats up as Toby gives her new information and new questions.

Rating: R (discussions of death, violence, dead body)

Pairing: Colt x MC, RoD

Length: ~1900 words

Ellie felt the sun’s rays hit her face; she rolled over and was about to slide back into her dreams when her brain jolted, remembering the events of the day before. Her eyes flew open.

Colt was still sleeping next to her, hair mussed, mouth slightly open, one hand curled protectively around her hip; she took a moment to watch him sleep, the one time he seemed perfectly at peace, looking younger than ever as his brow softened and jaw relaxed, before rolling out of bed and fishing her clothes off of the floor.

The only thing she could think was that she had to protect him. She had to protect them all.

When she wandered down into the shop, she had to smile; even though it was early, the telltale sound of metal banging against metal echoed across the concrete. She followed the noise to where Toby was under a muffler, his laptop perched next to him play what appeared to be an endless loop of GoT.

He jumped up when he saw her, barely missing banging his head on the bumper. “Ellie! Long time no see!”

Her grin was strained. She had seen Toby that weekend. Eyes still bleary from her cross-country travels, she had been running errands in Inglewood when he almost walked into her as she left a shop; at the time, he made her promise that she would stop by to see him. Neither of them had thought it would be under these circumstances. “Hey, Toby. Listen, I need to-”

“Wait, hold on!” He knelt to pause the video and then his arms circled her shoulders, tightly, wiry muscles holding her close.

“Hi, Toby. Hi,” she wheezed. “I love you but…I need…to breathe.”

“Oh, sorry, of course.” He stepped back but the beaming grin on his face didn’t dim. “I know I saw you the other day but I missed you!”

“I missed you too.” Her smile faded. “But I need to tell you something.”

“Oh, I need to tell you so much too! I finally finished Game of Thrones but I decided to watch from the beginning again because Ximena’s not caught up yet so when she finally gets to season-”

“Toby!”

He blinked at her behind thick glasses. “Sorry. Sorry. What did you have to tell me?”

“Jason Shaw’s dead.”

His mouth dropped open. “What?”

“Yeah, car accident. “

“Wait, what?” He slowly lowered himself to the ground.

“He got into a car accident late Sunday night.” She sighed, a heavy burst of wind through her lips. “My dad thinks it wasn’t accidental.”

Toby only stared up at her, head in his hands.

She crouched to the ground to look at him, straight on. “Toby, do you know anything?”

“About this?”

“My dad thinks it was someone in the crew.”

He shook his head, vehemently. “You’re asking if I killed him, aren’t you? No way. I was playing D&D with some friends on Sunday and we were on a massive raid to save the princess from a tower but we didn’t have all of the weapons we needed to we needed to go to the ice palace to get special armor and then-”

“This sounds like Zelda, but ok, I believe you.” She stood, frowning. “I didn’t think you would do it anyways, you know.”

He only blinked up at her. “Ellie, how do you know he’s dead?”

“What do you mean?” Her heart stopped. He was dead. Wasn’t he? He had to be dead, going that fast, and the massive fire. Right?

“I don’t know…he’s wily. What if it’s not true? What if the cops faked it?”

Ellie blinked at him, suppressing the retort on her tongue. Luckily, it was that moment that she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see Colt heading out to the floor, grinning as he wrapped an arm around her waist to whisper in her ear.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey, yourself.”

“Nightmares?”

She sighed, nudging his chin with her forehead. “Never with you.”

“Hello?” Toby’s voice made her turn. “I’m still here, you know. And, I thought of something.”

“What?” She raised her eyebrows.

“I think I can help in your investigation.”

“Ok…”

“I mean, I’m not sure, but I think that I can and if you think it would be helpful-”

“Out with it, Toby.” Colt stared at him, voice barely masking his annoyance. 

“I can get his phone records.”

Ellie’s stomach dropped. “Seriously?”

“I think so. Give me a second.” He pulled over his laptop and started typing, feverishly. “You see, when I was trying to break into the school AV system, I accidentally got into the cell tower somehow and it was pretty simple from there to break into the-”

“Toby?” She stared. “Are you telling me you accidentally got access to all of the cell phone records for all of LA?”

He blinked up at her, fingers still flying over the keyboard. “Yes?”

“I don’t understand how that’s possible…”

“You don’t need to.” He turned the screen to them with a flourish. “Because here they are.”

Her eyes widened and she dropped to the ground, Colt following, to stare at the screen.

Toby continued without missing a beat. “This is it. All calls he made, all calls he received. And it’s a lot. Local, out-of-state, all here.” He hummed as he examined list, scrolling up and down. “Huh. Weird. This little P next to the number means a pay phone. For something that is basically obsolete, he sure got a lot of calls from them, like here, Sunday afternoon, from the Pavilion. Lots of calls out of state; this local one happens a ton, you should look up what that is.”

Colt scoffed. “Probably his lawyer.”

Ellie watched the dizzying array of numbers piling up on the screen. “Can you print these for me?”

“Sure, no problem.” He hit a few keys and stood up to head into the office.

“Wait!” Colt shouted after Toby’s retreating back. “Can I get a copy, too?”

“Sure, bossman.” 

Toby disappeared through the doorway as Ellie looked blankly at Colt. “You playing detective, Kaneko?”

“Don’t you want to know who killed him?”

She bit her lip. “Not really, to be honest. I just don’t want any of my friends in jail. I don’t care who did it, as long as we don’t go down.”

“I care. I want to buy them a drink.”

“Colt…”

“Seriously. I want to buy them a drink. Hell, a whole bottle, whatever they want."

"Colt!"

"Ok, ok. Fine. You’re the detective here. I can be your sidekick.” Colt shot her a wink. “But you’d look better in spandex.”

She just rolled her eyes as Toby returned, bouncing triumphantly, handing the pages over with a flourish and settling on the ground again. “You know, with a little work, I could probably get bank account details too.” Toby’s eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at the screen.

“What?”

“That’d be amazing!” Colt’s eyes were wide as he turned to her. “Ellie, if we had those…”

Ellie had to hold up her hands. “Are you sure, Toby? I don’t want you to get in trouble…”

“I think I can do it. Give me a day.”

She sighed. The last thing she wanted to do was to drag the crew into this. “Ok. Fine. Thank you.” She looked at her phone. “Crap. I need to get back for breakfast with my dad. Let me know if you find anything.”

“Will do.” Toby didn’t even look up from the laptop. She smiled and gave him a wave as she turned to her car, Colt following. He grabbed her hand as they walked.

“Hey, you ok, Ellie?“

"Yea. I’m just worried. And I want you as far away from this as I can get you.” He quirked an eyebrow  but the sinking in her stomach was appeased when he pulled her in for a gentle kiss, waving her on her way as she started the engine of her dad’s old cruiser.

But, the entire drive, she worried on a thumbnail, sneaking glances at the phone records inside her bag; all she wanted to do was protect the crew. What if this was just involving them further?

Thankfully, she made it home in time to have breakfast with her dad; however, she couldn’t focus on cooking or eating or the conversation. The entire time, Toby’s words echoed in her head. She knew he was dead. Jason Shaw was dead.

Wasn’t he?

Once her dad padded up the stairs for a nap, she headed for door, trying and failing to slow her feet, to stop the shaking in her hands. They shook the entire way there, all the way to the parking lot, where she turned the key and stared at the imposing doors of Reagan UCLA Medical Center.

With a deep breath, she strode through the lobby, finding the stairs and heading down as far as she could go. She had done far worse things in her life. She could do this.

She walked through the halls with her head held high but didn’t see anyone, her feet echoing on empty tile. She followed signs for the morgue, stopping in front of a sterile door. After peeking in, making sure it was empty and she had some privacy, she pulled open the heavy door and slid inside.

It was cold, colder than she expected, and she shivered as she looked around, eyes falling on the metal coolers in the back of the room. She had to take a deep breath, lungs rebelling at the chemicals and solvents in the air, and headed over to check for names. And there, right there, in the middle row, second column on the right, in thick black marker: Shaw, Jason.

Another deep inhale of caustic air and she pulled open the cooler, latch clanking as she pushed the door to the side. She half-expected him to leap up from under the sheets, to attack her, claim his revenge but it was silent, still. She let out a slow breath and pulled the shelf, sliding it out so the sheet and the mass underneath lay in front of her.

“I can do this. I can-” Her whisper gave her strength and, before she could reconsider, she pulled the sheet off and gasped. “Oh my God.”

He was burned, burns everywhere, scorch marks on his chest, the right side of his face, cuts and scrapes and marks covering him, but it was him. Gruesome, ruined, destroyed, but him. And he was dead, undoubtedly, skin blue and cold where it wasn’t burned black and red and inhuman.

She was shaking, staring at the man who haunted her nightmares, who tried to ruin her life, her body trembling so hard that it was vibrating the sheet still gripped between her convulsing fingers. Was it the cold? Fear?

She bit her lip, looking around the room. Or was it anger? She strode over to a steel tray and grabbed a scalpel, clutching it in a tight fist before she returned to his side. And, before she even knew what she was doing, before her common sense could kick in, she moved, hand slamming down, embedding the knife directly into his chest, killing him again.

His heart had long stopped beating. There was no blood welling up from the cut, just a small gash; it was just another injury on this lifeless body.

“You fucking asshole.” The words came to the surface along with the tears and she had to shake her head. A year ago she didn’t swear; now, she was dropping curses after desecrating corpses. “You fucking asshole.”

She hurriedly dropped the scalpel in the sharps container before replacing the sheet and shoving his worthless body into the cooler again. She hazarded a look back, one last glance at the rows of coolers, before striding out of the room.

Oh well. She had committed worse crimes anyway.

[jbbarnesandnoble]

Forever and Always: Part 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader // Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton 

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to date, until someone got in between you two. After a year without seeing him, he pops up in your life again, and old feelings with him?Harsh words can never taken back, but can they be forgiven?

Chapter Summary: Nat convinces you to go out after work. You run into a few friends at the bar you all usually go to. And a certain someone keeps popping up everywhere you go. 

Word Count: 2,554 

Warnings: Drinking/Alcohol(Please drink responsibly)  

A/N: At first I was really really unsure of this part. But then I realized that maybe it turned out better than I thought it was going to. Please leave some feed back, I love to know what you all are thinking. If you want me to tag you in this series feel free to let me know!

It’s Friday night and Nat managed to convince you to go out after work. Even though you didn’t feel up to it. You had a busy day full of meetings with love sick couples. It also didn’t help that Elena stopped by unannounced, she wanted to go over more wedding stuff with you and drop somethings off. Luckily, the visit was short lived, which you were grateful for considering that you were basically booked out for the entire day. You barely even had enough time to get yourself lunch. Hectic days like today make you extra grateful for your assistant.

“Remind me again why we had to go out? Instead of, I don’t know, having a relaxing night at home? Watching a cheesy, predictable, romcom with a glass -or two- of wine?” You ask the redheaded bundle of energy walking next to.

“Because.” Nat starts, using her hands to emphasize her words. “We do that every night. Besides, when was the last time you left the house?” She stops walking as she raises a perfect eyebrow at you. You open your mouth to protest, only to be cut off by Nat again.

“And don’t you dare say work, that doesn’t count.” you look away sheepishly, Nat’s right, as she normally is. You never leave the house unless it’s for work or holidays, even then you go reluctantly. 

“Fine, let’s get this over with.” you let out an exaggerated sigh as she excitedly walks past you and into the bar.

As soon as you walk in, you’re greeted with the smell of old smoke and strong liquor. Until recently, this was one of the few bars you could still smoke in. Thankfully that changed, along with the management. It’s still exactly the same as before, when you and Bucky used to come here with your friends. 

Natasha finds a free stool at the bar, sitting down next to her you order a beer from the bartender. You and Nat sit there, laughing and talking for quite some time. After a while Nat tells you she needs to use the restroom. “I’ll be back. Don’t get into trouble while I’m gone.” she says hopping down from her bar stool shooting you a wink and a smirk before walking off. 

Not even two minutes after Nat leaves, some wasted creep has already decided that hitting on you would be a great idea. 

“Come on darlin’, you look like you could use a good time.” You roll your eyes before getting off of your stool. 

“For the last time, you’re disgusting and I’m not going anywhere with you.” you push past him, getting a strong whiff of whiskey and an unwanted hand around your wrist. You stop short, taking a deep breath

“No need to be so sensitive.” he says in a drunken slur. His repulsive remark only makes you scoff, which you don’t bother hiding.

“Excuse you?” you mumble darkly, slowly turning around.    

“I told you.” glaring at the drunken moron, you stand your ground, not breaking eye contact. 

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” you take a step closer to him, not letting him get to you. 

“I said, no need to be so sensitive.” it’s like he only just registered what you said earlier, completely ignoring the rest of your words. 

Typical, guys only hear what they want to. Which makes you finally reach your breaking point.

Without a second thought you ram the heel of your black stiletto into his foot. While he’s distracted you kick your knee into his crotch. He drops to the floor in pain. 

“I told you, no means no.” you huff before storming off. You find yourself in outside, in need of fresh air. 

When you realize that you didn’t let Nat know where you went. Quickly with shaking hands you pull out your phone and shoot her a quick text. When suddenly you feel a warm hand on your shoulder, assuming it’s the same drunk jerk from before you turn around quickly slapping the person behind you. Your rage turns to shock when you see bright blue eyes staring at you in surprise with a hint of amusement. 

“Wow Y/N. I know you never approved of my relationship with Peggy but that’s just harsh.” he chuckles, making a crappy joke, one hand on his slightly red cheek. 

“Suddenly I don’t feel so bad about slapping you.” you say hoping he hears the annoyance in your tone, you place your hands on your hips as a weak attempt to make yourself seem bigger to the six-foot-two giant -better known as Steve Rogers- standing in front of you. 

Despite all effort, it only makes him laugh more. It was only then, you noticed Sam standing behind Steve, using his hand to stifle a laugh of his own. Sam looks back towards you with a big dumb smirk planted on his face. 

"Hey there Y/N, aren't you a little ray of sunshine today.” You don’t bother giving him a response, you know it’ll only encourage him more. 

“What are you guys doing here anyway? I thought Fridays were poker night.” you remember when you, Wanda, Peggy, and Nat used to hang out at this very bar while the boys had poker night at Steve and Peggy’s apartment. You all have gotten so busy that you haven’t had a proper night out with your girls in quite some time, you make a mental note to plan something with them. 

“Clint’s meeting us here later, he had some work stuff and Buck ditched us for date night with his-” even though you know how that sentence ends you’re grateful for Steve who stops Sam from saying the words aloud.  

“Are you here with Nat?” Steve blurts out, ever since you and Bucky broke up Steve would always be the one to put an end to any and every conversation that had to do with Bucky Barnes. You were always grateful to him for that. 

“Yeah, I needed some air. But she’s still inside.” Just then Nat slightly stumbles out of the bar 

“There you are, I was looking everywhere for you. Oh hey guys.” she beams when she sees Sam and Steve. 

“Hey Nat.” the boys say in unison. 

“What are we still standing here for? Let’s get this party started.” Sam says very excitedly. You and Steve watch Natasha and Sam walk into the bar singing very badly. Neither of you can’t help but laugh, following behind them. 

Later in the evening Clint joins us at our very rowdy booth. Sam and Nat are wasted and being super loud. Most definitely annoying the people around us. Steve and I limit our drinks to a beer each, someone has to drive these two idiots home. You find yourself having a better time than you expected to. You never really realized just how much you missed hanging out with your friends until recently. 

“So Nat, who’s the lucky guy?” Sam asks the very drunk redhead with a crooked smile. Everyone knows that Clint has been crushing hard on Nat since forever. Nat on the other hand is completely oblivious to his feelings for her -that’s how she acts anyway- and vice versa. Natasha doesn’t like to show or admit it but she likes Clint too. She has never been someone who expressed her feelings very easily, that’s why you and Steve are the only ones who knows her feelings for Clint. That and also because she threatened you both not to tell a single soul. 

“What guy?” Nat narrows her eyes at Sam. 

“The one you've been secretly crushing on these past few weeks.” Sam states casually, like this isn't classified information. This time she glares at you. Her green eyes burning holes into yours. You simply give her a confused look, not wanting the others to catch on to anything. 

“There is no guy. I don't know where you got that nonsense from, but it's not true.” Sam just shrugs not wanting to make Nat any angrier than she already is. You look towards Clint who’s been quite the whole conversation. He's looking down at his untouched beer looking a bit upset. 

“Come on Sam, Nat is totally single.” you bump your shoulder into his, laughing a bit. You glance towards Clint, hoping that cheered him up. Natasha shoots you a dirty look once again.

“Besides, if Nat was crushing on someone she would definitely tell us.” Steve add, we both no that’s not true. 

Nat doesn’t say anything else, she just looks up to meet Clint’s eyes with a bit of longing in her drunken gaze   

Around 12:30 everyone decides it’s time to head home for the night. Steve effortlessly drags Sam to his car, placing him in the passenger seat. You, on the other hand, have a bit more of a struggle.

“Hey Clint, she can barely stand. Mind helping me out?” six-inch heels, tight pants and your very drunk best friend leaning on you for support is a recipe for disaster. 

“I can hardly walk in these things. Let alone drag her to the car.” Clint chuckles 

“I got her.” he drapes her arm around his neck. You point out your car to him, deciding it's probably best to give them some space, you wait by the entrance to the bar. You don’t want to get in the way of their time together, no matter how short. 

Unfortunately, you’re too far away to hear anything they're saying. Whatever it may be, they can't stop smiling at each other. 

The drive home is a quiet one, with Nat passed out in the passenger seat. Once you get inside and put Nat into her bed, you plop down onto your own. Letting the comfort of your bed melt all your worries away.

The next day Natasha wakes up even grumpier than usual, making a beeline for the coffee pot. Without a single acknowledgment to your existence. You don’t try bothering her with a conversation, knowing full well that she’ll just glare at you for even daring to speak to her before she’s been properly caffeinated. 

“Do you remember anything...” she pauses, considering her words before speaking again. 

“Weird or unusual that I may have said or done last night?” You look up at her from the book you’re reading. 

“Define ‘weird’ ‘cause Hun, you did a lot of weird things last night. Nothing jumped out at me as unusual though.” she just rolls her eyes at your remark. 

“Did I say anything to Clint that I might regret when I remember?” you recall their conversation from last night, not that you could actually hear them. 

“You were looking pretty infatuated with him last night. Although I have absolutely no idea what you said to him. Still, whatever it was put a huge dorky smile on both of your faces.” Nat mutters something under her breath, whatever it is that she remembered, makes her drop her head into her hands. 

“What if I told him how I feel? Ugh, I’ll never be able to face him again.” 

“Nat, I’m sure he would be thrilled if you told him how you felt.” you tell her bluntly. 

“But what if he-” before she can overthink the events from last night anymore than she already is, her phone chimes. 

Begrudgingly, Nat checks her phone. Just as your about to ask her who it is, she answers the question burning in your mind.

“It’s Clint.” She lets out a lot more excitedly than she meant to. 

It turns out that Nat wasn’t the one who confessed last night, Clint was. Although he wasn’t even sure if she would remember their conversation. He figured it was worth a shot to text her. They ended up setting a date for tonight. Both of then too eager to wait any longer. 

Never, in all of the years that you have known Natasha Romanoff have you ever seen her this excited for a date. She leaves you around 7:30 for her date. 

Of course you’re happy for your friends, they have liked each other for so long and are finally getting together. Though you end up finding yourself feeling a tiny bit jealous, which makes you feel horrible. Your friends have always supported you, even when they were going through the worst of times. They were still there for you. Jealousy always leaves you feeling gross, you hate when you let it sneak up on you like this.

The next few weeks are pretty lonely, Natasha has been going out with Clint almost every night and you rarely see each other anymore. Lucky for you, you have been able to keep busy with all the winter weddings going on this time of year, there’s also Elena who has been texting you about dates and venues. 

Not to mention Bucky, who you started running into almost everywhere you go. You really want to fix your relationship with him, but whenever you see him you always end up losing your nerve and running away. Although the more you see him the more comfortable you get around him. Even though it’s still hard, even though you know you still love him -you know that you won’t stop loving him for a very long time- you feel hopeful, that someday James Barnes won’t have a hold on your emotions any longer. 

Unsurprisingly, you find yourself running into Bucky at your favorite coffee shop. The one you met up at, even though it was only a month or two ago it feels like a lifetime ago. 

“Hey Buck, what are you doing here? I didn’t think this cafe was near your apartment.” he looks at you, blue eyes staring into yours. 

“It’s not.” he laughs 

“I actually was hoping to run into you.” he rubs the back of his head, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. You want to make a dumb joke, but decide against it. You don’t want him to feel any more uncomfortable than he already seems to be. 

“What’s up?” you shoot him a confused and slightly concerned look. 

“Do you remember the New Year’s Eve party we used to have every year?” you recall a few of the parties that were held at Bucky’s apartment. Out of all of us Bucky has the biggest place, which is why most of our parties and get togethers would be over there. Which is the main reason why you stopped hanging out with everyone.

You give him a nod in response. He takes a deep breath before continuing. 

“I’ll probably have everyone over again this year, nothing big or fancy. Just a few good friends hanging out on New Years Eve. I was wondering. Would you be able to go? If not that’s totally fine-” you let him ramble for a bit, the way he does when he gets nervous. After letting him go on you decide to answer him.

"Buck." You start softly putting your hand on his to make him focus on you. "Of course I'll go." He can't stop the huge smile from spreading across his face. You can't stop yourself from smiling back at him.

Despite seeing Bucky so happy, you can't help the creeping feeling of dread that sneaks up on you after agreeing to go.

Part 6

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[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Book One: Death (Noctis x Reader) Chapter Twenty-Four

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse summoned their four steeds—Thanatos, Erra, Limos, and Montu. Noctis rode with Death, Prompto with Famine, Gladio with War, and Ignis rode with Pestilence. They rode to Insomnia, easily avoiding the daemons blocking their path to the city. The four girls could feel the tug of their summoning orbs as they rode further and further from Hammerhead.

Arriving in the city, the party was greeted by an onslaught of powerful daemons. Fortunately, the Horsemen's abilities were enough to keep them at bay as they rode through the streets of Insomnia. They reached the Citadel, but a various array of daemons blocked their way inside. 

"Great..." War grumbled as Montu scuffed his hoof into the pavement below, nodding his head in agreement with a neigh.

"Never said this was gonna be easy," Famine stated.

"Nothing is ever easy," (Y/n) comments to her sisters.

"May I?" Pestilence asked calmly, ignoring the approaching daemons.

"You've got a plan?" Gladio inquired.

The white-haired girl nodded. "You four need to make it to the throne room inside the Citadel. My sisters and I will create an opening, allowing you all to reach the building."

"We're not gonna—!" Noctis started.

Death quickly interrupted him. "We are immortal. We've faced more daemons than you four will ever in a lifetime. We know their weaknesses and their strengths. Trust us, Noctis. We'll meet you inside soon enough."

Reluctantly, Noctis nodded. The Four Horsemen hopped off their steeds, shortly followed by the boys riding with them. They eyed the daemons that were stalking towards them, teeth and weapons ready to tear into their flesh.

War summoned a bow and took out a daemon with a single arrow to the head. She smirked, switching her aim to another enemy. Famine called upon an intricately designed blade before jumping into the action with her red-haired sister. Pestilence summoned a staff, tapping the end twice against the asphalt below. A powerful gust of wind pushed the oncoming horde of daemons away from everyone.

(Y/n) summoned her scythe, slinging it across her shoulder. She turned to face the four boys, who wanted to fight alongside the Horsemen. "When you see an opening, take it." She joined the fray and decapitated an Iron Giant before moving to aid her sisters in any way possible.

"We're not seriously gonna let them take on all these daemons by themselves, are we?" Prompto asked.

"We've no choice in the matter, Prompto," Ignis responded.

"They can handle themselves. For now, we wait," Gladio added.

The boys watched as Pestilence and Famine took down a few Red Giants in the blink of an eye. Death and War handled a powerful Arumusha, who managed to get a few hits in before vanishing into nothingness.

Noctis found an opening and ran towards the Citadel with Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis close behind. They pushed open the heavy doors and quickly closed them when a daemon tore its gaze from the Horsemen and set its sight on them. Luckily, the door sealed before the creature could attack.

Suddenly, a body came crashing through the wall beside the door. The person rolled against the floor before their back collided with another wall. The wall crumbled down upon the person, causing the boys to worry.

The person pushed through the rubble with a groan, revealing themselves. It was Famine. She saw the worried looks on their faces and offered them a smile. "I'm fine."

War appeared in the hole in the wall and nodded towards the royal retinue. "Take them to the throne room. There's bound to be some daemons hiding within the building."

"Just take care of what's outside. I've got them covered," Famine reassures her fiery-tempered sister. War vanished and rejoined Death and Pestilence in the courtyard.

The blonde-haired Horseman brushes off the dust from her clothes and summons her blade. "Follow me, gentlemen."

"You know where you're goin'?" Noctis questioned, curious as to how Famine knew her way through the Citadel.

"Of course I do. My sisters and I have visited the Citadel many times. You just haven't seen us because our meetings with King Regis were secretive and only a few people had knowledge of our existence. His Majesty only trusted three people with this knowledge because he feared one of his trusted allies was plotting against him. It's a shame to see his fear became reality."

"Yeah..." Noctis melancholically sighed.

The wall to their left was pummeled into a pile of debris as a couple of reapers obscured their path. Famine immediately charged in while the boy's summoned their weapons to provide assistance. Noctis, Ignis, and Gladio jumped into the fray alongside the Horseman while Prompto kept his distance with his pistol.

Famine decapitated one of the reapers, but the other one swung its scythe at her. Prompto saw she was oblivious of the incoming attack and ran to her side, tackling her to safety. They rolled across the marble floor, coming to a stop just a few feet from the throne room. Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis finished off the daemon while Prompto released his hold on the girl. "Y-You okay?"

The Horseman smiled sweetly at him. "I'm fine. You do know I'm immortal, right?"

"W-Well..." He nervously stuttered. "That still doesn't mean I want to see you get hurt."

Famine giggled at his response, her smile widening. "Now I know where the gods dumped all their sweetness."

"On your feet!" Gladio roared. More daemons were pouring into the Citadel through the hole the reapers created. Death, Pestilence, and War regrouped with the boys and Famine, taking down the onslaught of daemons.

"We can't keep this up," Pestilence stated.

"Get into the throne room, now!" (Y/n) demanded. The boys and her sisters listened, avoiding the daemons that were trying to swarm them.

Once inside the grand room, the four Horsemen sewed the door and combined their mana to create a temporary lock. "That'll hold for a few minutes," War exclaimed. "We need to make this quick."

"Once the Starscourge has been vanquished, the sun will deal with the daemons for us," Pestilence stated.

"Then let's bring the Crystal home," Famine smiled.

Noctis stood beside (Y/n), watching as she and her sisters used their connection to the summoning orbs to bring the Crystal back to where it belongs. A bright light filled the throne room for a few seconds before dissipating. The Crystal, which was once stolen, stood in the spot where it belonged. All the Horsemen sighed, exhausted from the massive amount of mana they used.

(Y/n) felt her body was weak and she grabbed ahold of Noctis' sleeve, catching the prince's attention. "Now... it's your turn, Your Majesty."

"The rightful king shall sit upon the throne and purge the world of the Starscourge," the four Horsemen said in unison.

Silently, Noctis nodded and summoned his father's sword. He slowly ascended the stairs and sat down in the throne that now was his. Holding Regis' blade tightly, he did what he had to do to bring light back to Eos.

While watching alongside her sisters, (Y/n) felt a tinge or pain in her hands. Raising her hands, she saw her flesh was transparent and slowing shattering with cracks of bright light. "Guess we used too much mana, huh?" She whispered to herself. She eyed her sisters, noticing their bodies were also shattering with a brilliant light. Clenching her fists tightly, she decided to ignore what was happening to her and the other Horsemen.

Rays of sunlight beamed through a large hole in the throne room and through the only few remaining windows.  Even with her body slowly vanishing, (Y/n) could feel the warmth against her skin.

"We did it!" Prompto cheered while running over to Noctis and the new king descended the stairs. He gave his best friend a hug before pulling away to smile at him.

"About damn time," Gladio huffed with laughter.

Ignis gasped in shock when he felt the scars around his eyes mend and his once dark world became bright. He heard giggling and lifted his head to see Pestilence smiling beautifully at him. "Just a final present."

"What?" Noctis' eyes widened when he heard the snowy-haired girl's words. "What do you mean "final"?"

"Our bodies are deteriorating," War sighs, placing a hand on her hip. "Once we're gone form this world, our bodies will be mended back in the Inner Sanctum."

"How long will that take?" Gladio asked.

"Months... Maybe even years," (Y/n) answered.

"No way," Noctis vehemently hissed, shaking his head as he stares at the girl he loves with all his heart. "There's gotta be another way."

"There is no other way, Noctis." (Y/n) felt her body becoming weightless as the seconds ticked by. "But I promise to not keep your waiting for long."

Noctis wanted to protest further, but his words were lodged inside his throat as he saw cracks of light spread across Death's face and torso. He rushed over to her and the moment he wrapped his arms around her, her body shattered into ghostly wisps of glass. He watched as the pieces floated in the air before vanishing.

One by one, the Horsemen vanished. The boys watched helplessly as their bodies dissipated into nothingness. They were all silent until Prompto spoke up. "Never thought I see the day."

"Neither did I," Gladio said. "But we owe it all to them. We barely did a damn thing."

"I already miss them..." Prompto mutters sorrowfully.

"We'll make sure we thank them properly once they return." Noctis glanced towards his advisor when he didn't speak up. "Specs, how about—y-your eyes!"

Ignis was deeply enthralled with the gift Pestilence had given him before her departure. His fingers trailed around his eyes where the scars once were. There were no indications he had any injuries whatsoever. "A welcome change, indeed."

"When did you—?" Prompto started.

"A departing bestowal from Pestilence," he replied with a small smile. Seeing him smile was enough to bring the rest of the boys even more joy.

"Let's go back to Hammerhead. From there, we'll start making plans to rebuild the city," Noctis said.

Prompto nodded and cheered at the top of his lungs. "Let's go!"

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Three years have passed since the light returned to Eos. Half of Insomnia was rebuilt while efforts to restore the remainder of the city back to its former glory continued.

Noctis was wandering around the Citadel. Construction had completed a few months ago and the hallways were nearly bustling with new and old faces. He was still trying to get used to being the new King of Lucis. Every now and then, he would glance down at the ring of his forbearers when it felt heavy on his finger. Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis were always with him, making the burden easier. Morosely, he was still missing the one person who makes all his worries wash away.

A day wouldn't go by when Noctis would think of (Y/n). He eagerly awaited her return, but he felt his hope for her to return dwindle each day. Only one thought haunted him since the day she vanished alongside her sisters.

She's never coming back

Noctis fought against the frightening and heartbreaking thought, failing to notice he bumped into someone. He went to apologize to the person, but words failed him when he saw who it was.

"I've been looking for you for the past ten minutes! People said you were wandering around and every time I checked where they last saw you, you were gone!" Death crossed her arms, tapping her foot against the marble tiles. When she only received silence in response, she wiped the pout from her face and smiled warmly at him. "Guess I've made you speechless. It's been a while, Noctis."

Without anymore hesitation, the king placed his hands on (Y/n)'s cheeks and pulled her closer. He sealed her lips with his in a passionate, hungry kiss. Deepening the kiss, he moved his hands from her cheek to her hips, pulling her body flush against his.

Once the two were satisfied, they pulled away from one another, but Noctis kept his hands on the Horseman's hips. "Well..." (Y/n) cleared her throat. "That was definitely shocking yet welcoming. You miss me that much?"

"You've no idea," he sighed contently. His arms snaked up and around her waist, pulling her into a hug. He nuzzled his face against her cheek as her arms wound around his neck. "You sure know how to keep a guy waiting."

"Sorry," she chortled. "We didn't realize truly how much mana we used until our bodies returned to the Inner Sanctum. But we're back now."

""We"?"

"Famine, Pestilence, and War are currently looking for the others. They decided to give us a few minutes to ourselves."

"Guess I better get another kiss before our moment's ruined," Noctis smirked.

(Y/n) grinned before placing her lips against his in another intoxicating kiss. Her hands trailed up to his hair, threading her fingers through his soft, raven locks.

When Noctis' hand brushed against her exposed arm, he remembered how cold her skin truly was. He felt her cheek earlier, but he was too occupied with his overflow of emotions to register the cold flesh. He pulled away and stared into her (e/c) eyes. "You're still freezing."

(Y/n) gripped the front of his suit with an eye-roll before tugging him back towards her. "Just shut up and kiss me."

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A/n: The next book in this series will be Famine (Prompto x Reader). I know I'm a horrible person for not finishing these last two chapters much, much, much earlier. I wanted to apologize for how crappy the ending was and promise the other books will be much better and I'll be extending the length of each chapter. Hope you all enjoyed this story! Love you all!!!