#cuz people act like little bitches over it

[fandomhopped]

first love/late spring

pairing: fwb!logan howlett x fem!reader; 2nd person pov

summary: logan and reader have been sleeping together for a while with an unspoken rule to keep it casual, but that goes to hell when logan catches feelings. however, reader is an independent boss bitch and hates men<3

warnings: heavy swearing, hella mentions of sexual situations, substance abuse, brief sexual content(nothing serious fr), creepy guy in a bar, blood, bar fight, mentions of sex trafficking and resulting trauma, daddy issues, fluff, angst asf, lowkey scott slander (i dont mean it i love him)

word count: 9.1k

a/n: reader has light manipulation abilities but theyre not mentioned that often lol, also reader takes a lotta shots at jean just cuz she pisses me off. side note: idk the true meaning of the song i used as the title, there are many different interpretations. i found the song after i had alr written the story and the lyrics resonated pls don’t jump down my throat if it doesn’t align <3

there’s not a millimeter of space between you and logan as he holds you against his body. you’re sleeping soundly, and he watches you breathe all night, not bothering to even think about sleep for himself. the sun came up three hours ago, he felt it on his back.

when you drink, you always wake up early the next morning. you two drank a lot together last night. and like every time you drink with logan, you ended up in his bed.

he tries to block the sun from your face with his body so it won’t wake you up. he knows when you finally do, this little illusion that you're his will all be over. everything you said last night won’t matter. you’ll go back to your room. he’ll stay in bed. you’ll both go back to acting like it never happened.

you always leave him swiftly. you always go downstairs and drink coffee from the same mug and act like nothing happened. without a stutter, it’s a routine.

since he moved into the mansion, he wasn’t ignorant to the fact that the female teachers were attractive. and, of course, he was first drawn to jean. he won’t deny that he still harbored some feelings for her when you came to his room all those months ago, but she made it abundantly clear that she loves scott.

then one night, you slipped a bottle of whiskey into the mansion and invited him to join you in drinking it. you said some things that made him sit closer to you. that was just the beginning. he woke up the next morning to an empty bed but distinctly remembers you falling asleep next to him, so he assumed you woke up and left.

logan is a pro at acting like some things never happen, but he wasn’t expecting you to act the same. he dismissed it as a one-off, drunken night.

then it happened again… and again and again, and you continued to act like it never happened.

which, he was fine with. this wouldn’t be the first time he’s had a with-benefits situation, but there’s something different about you. you’re badass. you’re beautiful. he really respects you. you fit him perfectly.

and you’re mean. you don’t smile all that much, really only when you’re drinking is what logan soon found out. you’re not always outright mean to people, it’s usually deserved. you don’t take anybody’s shit. you’ll let people know when they’re in the wrong or they’re pissing you off. you’re sarcastic and rudely witty.

that was just another thing that attracted him to you. but, God, were you the meanest in the mornings, especially when you’re hungover.

unfortunately for logan, he has developed a small, tiny, itty bitty, barely-there crush on you. just catching a scent of your perfume has him rolling his eyes in the back of his head and white-knuckling whatever is directly in front of him.

the thoughts of you under him, on top of him, in front of him, on your knees for him plague his mind all. day. long. then last night, you had him rock solid from just a few drunken words.

“you’ve ruined all men for me,” you said as he kissed down your neck.

“hmm?” he hummed as his hands roamed your body under your shirt.

“nobody could ever fuck me like you do,” you told him, pulling at his hair roughly. he lets out a deep groan at the feeling.

he’s never picked up his pace of getting someone’s clothes off so quickly. he ripped your favorite pair of pj shorts in the process, mumbling that he’ll buy you a new pair.

with him deeply inside you, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other sending you over the edge with his mouth leaving marks all over your chest, you say breathily, “fuck, you’re perfect for me.”

the moment hasn’t left his mind since.

“i’m hot,” you mutter, pushing the sheets from your legs. “you’re hot.”

“oh, yeah?” he whispers in your ear, his lips turned up.

“i’m about to have a heat stroke,” you return, squirming around and shoving his arms from around you.

he lets go of you and gives you some space, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. a deep sigh leaves him.

“i’m gonna throw up,” you tell him, groaning and curling up into the fetal position.

“are you serious? don’t puke in my bed,” he says, leaning up to look at you.

you roll your eyes. “no, i’m not serious,” you snap at him.

“‘you wanna take a shower?” he asks, his lip curling up at the thought of you ruining his sheets (and not in the way he usually prefers).

“i feel like shit right now, logan. i don’t want to fuck you in the shower,” you tell him roughly, sitting up and glaring over at him.

he watches you stand up out of his bed and put yout shirt on. “‘s not what i meant,” he grumbles, looking away from her. he throws the sheets off his body and grabs his jeans from the night before.

he runs his hands down his face and then looks up only to see the door closing behind you as you leave him. again.

“whew, late night?” ororo asks you as soon as you walk into the kitchen, changed into some presentable clothes rather than the ripped shorts and oversized tshirt you walked back to your room in.

you ignore the woman as you open the cabinet to grab your mug. the same one you use every morning.

but it’s not there.

“where’s my mug?” you ask, glancing around the kitchen to see it’s not just ororo but also jean and scott there.

“is this yours?” scott asks, holding up the mug in his hand.

your gaze darkens. “yes,” she grits out, tightening her jaw.

“that’s my bad. i didn’t know this was yours,” he says, standing up and walking over to the sink. “i’ll wash it and you can use it.”

you feel your skin crawl as he turns on the hot water. “stop,” you say lowly, walking to him and turning off the water. “you can’t—.” you stop yourself as you breathe heavily. you rip the cup from his hands.

“hey, it’s just a mug,” ororo says to you, “what’s up?”

“it’s not—,” you cut yourself off again and take a deep breath, shaking your head. you turn on the cold water from the sink and carefully wash the mug.

“seriously, what’s going on with you?” jean asks as scott rejoins her side.

you roll your neck. “i’ve been here for years, and you don’t know which one is my mug?” you ask scott, not looking anywhere but your mug until you’re sure it’s clean.

“i never noticed before, ‘sorry,” he says then turns to jean with a shrug.

the light beaming in through the window shines a little brighter as you continue to shake your head, muttering things under your breath that the others can’t make out.

“it really is just a mug,” ororo says carefully, looking over your figure in concern.

“except it’s not,” you retort, attentively drying off the ceramic with a towel. you then pour some coffee into the mug and hold it close to your chest, turning back to the other mutants.

“what—,” jean begins but logan walks into the kitchen just as she starts and she stops herself.

her surveys everyone’s demeanor then looks at you. “what’s wrong with you?” he asks, walking to the cabinet and grabbing whichever cup is closest to his hand when he reaches in. he pours himself some coffee and turns back to them expectantly.

“scott was using my mug,” you tell him, leaning against the counter.

“why?” he asks scott, eyeing the man.

“to drink coffee. why does it matter?” he asks in return, scoffing.

“it’s hers,” logan returns, his stare hardens and he looks at scott like he’s an idiot.

ororo laughs humorlessly. “what does that mean? it’s just a mug,” she asks, looking between you.

you glare at her. “it was my father’s and now it’s mine.”

“the same father that sold you?” jean asks, her face contorting. you shift your weight uncomfortably. “why would you want that?”

“why don’t you just back the fuck off, bitch?” you snap at her, stepping toward her.

“woah, girl, calm down,” ororo intervenes, holding her hand toward you like you’re a wild animal. you scoff. “we get it. it’s special to you. that’s all you had to say.”

you roll your eyes at them. you leave the group and return to your room. logan watches you go then turns back to the others with his eyebrows raised. “did you say sold her?” he asks jean.

“when he found out she was a mutant—,” she begins.

“jean,” ororo interrupts her, shaking her head at the girl.

jean continues, “—her father sold her into a mutant sex trafficking ring,” she reveals, looking only at logan, “that’s where we found her and then brought her here.”

his face contorts, and he looks down into his coffee. “shit,” he comments.

“she doesn’t talk about it to anybody, and, out of respect, we don’t talk about it either,” ororo says pointedly at the telepath.

logan is seething all day over the new information. he hates to think you went through that for God knows how long.

after the incident, logan doesn’t see you for a while. he doesn’t know how. you’re a teacher and you live down the hall from him, yet he still doesn’t even catch a whiff of your perfume.

“logan, meet me in my office,” he hears charles’ voice in his head. he obeys and within a minute, he’s standing before the professor. “you should leave her alone for a bit.”

her brow furrows. “come again?”

charles says your name and logan clenches his jaw. “she’s destructive right now. you should let her be.”

“is she okay?” the wolverine asks, concern growing in his stomach, and it makes him feel sick.

“she’ll be just fine. this happens from time to time,” he tells him, pressing his lips into a thin line. “you know of her circumstances.”

“her circumstances?” logan growls, scowling down at the old man, “you knew what she went through and didn’t think to tell me? you know what’s going on between us and didn’t think maybe i needed to know that? what if she had a breakdown when we were together? i wouldn’t have known what was happening.”

charles’ lips turn down into a small frown. “that’s not my information to tell.”

logan storms off in a huff, muttering under his breath.

that friday, he’s smoking a cigar in his bed, looking out the window at the moon, which is shining rather bright tonight. he hears a few quiet knocks on his door. he opens the door, expecting it to be a student.

“hey,” you say, waving a bottle of jack in his face before pushing past him into the room. “'hope you don’t mind, i got started without you.”

“you always do,” he comments, closing the door, putting out the cigar, and following you to sit on his bed. “listen —.”

“i think i like that vodka more than this. this one makes my mouth taste weird,” you tell him, taking another sip out of the bottle before handing it to him.

he holds it and sighs. “look, we should—.”

“—take our clothes off?” you finish his sentence, smiling darkly at him. “i mean, it’s a little early, but i agree.”

“that’s not what i—.”

“—was going to say?” you guess his words, cutting him off again. “look at us finishing each other’s…” you trail off, looking at him expectantly. he sends you a deadpanned glance. “this is the part where you say ‘sentences.’ i think i’m better at this game than you are.”

he takes a long sip from the bottle before he looks at you. “can you be serious for a second?” he asks.

you scoff and take the bottle from his hands. “i don’t come to you like this to be serious, logan,” you say, putting the whiskey to your lips again.

“why do you come to me at all?” he asks quietly and gruffly.

you take another sip and place the bottle on the floor, scooting closer to him. “because you’re hot,” you say in a sultry voice, putting a hand on his thigh and slowly dragging it up, “and you call me ‘princess’ and ‘darling’,” you continue, reaching for his belt buckle. he doesn’t do anything to stop you, “and your hands.” you push the buckle out the way and unbutton his pants, dragging down the zipper slowly. “and your tongue.” you reach your hand into his pants. “and this.”

he breathes heavily, completely lost in the euphoria that is you.

he forces himself to snap out of him and shakes his head. he pushes your hand away and stands up, taking a few steps away.

“what’s wrong?” you ask him, grabbing the bottle and standing also. “do you need some more?” you ask, holding the drink out for him, confusion written all over your face.

he holds his hands out in front of him as if to deny the offer. “it’s…,” he trails off, pushing a deep breath through his nose.

your shoulders drop along your face. you tilt your head in disbelief. “oh, my fuck. they told you,” you conclude. you turn around and sit back down on the bed. he stays silent, just looking at you. “okay, so what now? you don’t want me anymore ‘cause i’m used up?” you ask, slurring your words a little.

“no,” he denies without hesitation.

your sober personality is back even though you’re still drinking the whiskey like you’ve been in the dry desert for weeks without water.

“then what is it, logan? you don’t wanna do this ‘cause my hair isn’t blood red?” you ask next, raising your brow and looking at him expectantly.

his face contorts. “what’re you talking about?” he asks gruffly.

you chuckle at him. “i’m not a fucking idiot, old man. i know you want jean so bad, but she doesn’t want you so i'm second choice” you say, then you shrug with one shoulder. “i’d’a gone with ororo, to be honest. have you seen her? i’d show her a good time,” you add.

“that’s not what this is,” he tells you, taking a step forward but not within arm's length of you.

“then what is it? just fucking tell me,” you say loudly, the room lights up as the moon shines brighter. “d’you want me to tell you ‘bout how i was a good, little daddy’s girl until i almost blinded my brother when i first got my powers? how about how my dad gave me away like he didn’t love me? d’you want me to cry in your arms about how i was passed around by mean men like a blunt when i was 14? why do you think i can only let you fuck me when i’m drunk?” you ask him sarcastically, but your voice breaks on your last words. you let out an unsteady breath. logan watches you cautiously, unsure of what to do. “is that what you want, logan?! you wanna be the big, strong man here?!” you ask him, crying now as you yell at the man in front of you.

your body slumps forward as you let the tears drop from your eyes, and you grip the bottle in your hands like a lifeline. you feel the bed dip beside you and the bottle pulled from your hands. you move your hands to your face, trying to pull yourself together.

you feel his big arms envelope you and pull you into his chest. that’s when the waterworks really break out.

logan’s never been to best with tears. he hasn’t had to deal with them too much, but his first instinct was to hold you as close as you would let him. he hates to see you like this. in all honesty, he wants to hunt down every man that ever put a finger on you and rip them to shreds. but, for now, he’ll hold you. as long as you would let him.

you wake up with araging headache. you’re hot, burning up, actually. you kick the blankets from your legs and turn over in the arms of the incredibly attractive man in bed next to you. you look at his sleeping face and sigh.

this is the part where you leave, but this time, you just snuggle into his chest and fall back asleep.

logan wakes up later than he usually does after nights like the last one. it’s normally the sound of the door closing wakes him up. but, this time, he sees your cute face smushed against his pec. he doesn’t fight the smile on his face.

you stir quickly after he wakes up. you rub your eyes and look around the room, then to logan. “i’m gonna puke,” you tell him, the remnants of the smile fall from his face. you pull away from him as your face blanches. “seriously,” you add and sit up quickly.

he reaches for the trash can beside his bed and holds it in front of you just in time. he holds your hair back with a look of absolute disgust while you clutch the bin close to your face and your body jerks with each gag.

once you're done, you wipe your mouth with the bottom of your shirt. you groan loudly and stand up from the bed. “i’m gonna take this with me,” you tell him, holding the can in your arms and moving toward the door.

“keep it,” he remarks, his lip curled up.

monday morning rolls around quicker than anybody wants. you walk into the kitchen and grab your mug, pouring coffee and looking around at others in the kitchen.

they’re talking amongst themselves, mentions of grading papers and some stupid answer a kid put as their answer on an assignment.

you just listen and sip your coffee peacefully. that is, until logan walks in. you move from in front of the coffee pot for him to get some. he nods in thanks as he joins your side.

“this coffee is awful,” you comment, pouring it out in the sink next to you. he chuckles at your comment but doesn’t say anything. “scott, did you make the coffee this morning?” you ask him. the three look over to you, almost as if they didn’t see you come in.

“yeah,” he answers.

“don’t do it again,” you tell him, filling the mug with water and leaving the kitchen.

as you watch a group of students take a test, you see logan walk back in his jacket he usually only wears when leaving campus.

“hey,” you call out. all the students look up at you. “keep taking your tests. i’m going to the hallway for a second,” you tell them and move into the hallway. “logan,” you call and he turns around, walking back toward you. “where are you going?”

“to pick up some more cigars,” he answers, gesturing over his shoulder.

“will you pick me up a pack of cigarettes?” you ask him, reaching into your pocket for some money.

his brow furrows. “you smoke?” he asks.

“sometimes, yeah,” you reply, handing him $20.

he shakes his head. “i’ll cover it,” he answers.

“thanks,” you reply, placing a hand on his forearm before returning to your classroom.

he looks down to his arm and blinks. that’s new.

“brad, i know you’re not talking during a test. are you begging for a failing grade?” he hears you say before he turns back toward the front door of the mansion.

logan returns a while later, after the school day is over and the students are training. he finds you in your classroom, grading papers.

“hey,” he greets. you look up at him.

“hey,” you return, eyes dancing all over his body.

“these are for you,” he says, holding out the page of cigarettes.

“right, thanks,” you say and reach for them, your fingers brushing his as you grab them.

“‘you need any help?” he asks, looking at the papers before you.

“do you know anything about math?” you ask him, pursing your lips.

“uh, no,” he answers, shaking his head. “don’t you have an answer key or something?”

“i have to check their work to make sure they didn’t just get the answer from the person beside them,” you reply, looking back down to the papers. “some of these kids are dumbasses.”

he chuckles. “no kid wants to do math,” he comments.

“how would you know? weren’t you born before there were schools?” you ask him without looking up. there’s a beat of silence before you eventually glance up at him. “was that insensitive?” you ask instead.

he just shrugs. “i’m not that old,” he says, sitting in the desk in front of yours.

“sure,” you respond and go back to grading.

the two of you sit in without a word as you grade, and he watches you in complete admiration. after a while, he stands up and walks toward the door.

“you’re leaving?” you question.

“‘didn’t think you wanted your room smelling like cigars,” he replies.

“i’ll join you,” you say, grabbing the pack he bought you and putting the tests in a drawer. he doesn’t object and you two walk outside, to a bench in the gardens, away from the students.

the two of you sit in silence as you inhale smoke and slowly release it from your lungs.

“i’ve never seen you smoke before,” he comments after a while.

“i only smoke when i give up drinking, i only drink when i give up smoking,” you answer, tossing the burnt cigarette onto the ground and stepping on it, then picking another one from the pack.

you pick up your lighter and flick it a few times but it won’t light. you put your head and lighter inside your shirt to block the wind, trying again and failing again.

“motherfucker,” you mutter as you try to cover the lighter.

“here,” he offers his lighter with the fire shining brightly above it. with the cigarette between your lips, lean toward the lighter, looking up into his eyes as you do. he meets your eyes and clears his throat, closing the flame into the top of the lighter and shifting his eyes to the cigar between his fingers. you let a small smile rest on your face afterward.

“so you’re not drinking anymore?” he asks you.

“figured i should go on a sobriety cleanse for a bit,” you reply, “‘t’s probably for the best.”

“probably,” he adds and silence takes over again.

he glances over at her for a second and he sees you bite at the skin of your bottom lip the way you always do when you’re thinking, contemplating. he’s tempted to ask what’s on your mind but before he can break the silence, you let out a hard sigh.

“i don’t apologize for things,” you begin and pause, biting at your lip again.

“okay…?”

“i don’t apologize for my actions or words because i stand by every decision i make,” you continue and pause again. he’s looking at you and you’re looking directly ahead of you. “i’m not good at apologizing,” you sigh again, “but i’m…sorry for some of the things i said the other night. there’s no excuse. i apologize. take that how you will.”

“you don’t have to apologize,” he replies.

you huff. “so i just said all that for nothing? you could at least accept the damn apology,” she snaps at him then rubs the crease between her eyebrows out.

“you called me an old man. i don’t know if i want to accept your apology,” he teases with a crooked smile. you send him a look that turns into a hint of a smile before turning your head away.

“i need to get back to grading those tests. i’ll see you later, logan.” you stomp out another cigarette and stand up from the bench.

“see ya, sweetheart,” he says lowly but you still hear it.

as you look over tests, ororo enters your classroom. “ooh, what’s got you all smiley?” she asks as she strolls in.

the previous smile you didn’t even realize you were wearing falls when you look up at the mutant. “huh?”

“don’t try to deny it. i saw that smile,” she says teasingly. you just roll your eyes lightheartedly. ororo’s brow furrows as she sniffs the air. “are you smoking again?”

“yeah, i quit drinking,” you answer, “what’s up?”

“i was coming in here to ask you if you wanted to go out with the rest of us friday night. we’re planning on going that bar we always go to,” she says, “but if you’re not drinking, i don’t wanna make you go.”

“yeah, no. that’s okay,” you decline the offer.

“alright, if you change your mind, you’re welcome to join us. sober or not,” she adds before leaving out.

the week drags on painfully slow. it’s a week of tests and starting new units in all your classes and you really just want to bang your head against a wall and tell the kids class is canceled.

by the end of it, you actually do want to join your colleagues in going out to that bar in town that they love so much. you offer to be the designated driver, not trusting anyone but yourself to drive you anywhere.

“are you going with us to the bar?” you ask logan as he rummages around the cabinets for something to eat.

“no,” he answers, opening the fridge, “are you?”

“yeah, i’m driving,” you tell him. there’s a beat of silence before you add, “you should come.”

he turns toward you at your words with a crooked smile. “oh yeah?” he questions, “why? ‘you want me there?”

you scoff with no heat behind it. “i was just trying to be nice,” you say.

“you? nice?” he asks, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.

“what? you don’t think i’m nice?” you ask him defensively, crossing your arms.

“no,” he replies, not skipping a beat.

“i’m very nice,” you counter.

“no, you’re not,” he denies again, also crossing his arms.

in his white beater, crossing his arms makes his arms flex and you can’t help but let your eyes wander to the veins of his biceps.

“you have nice hair. there, nice,” you compliment, then add right after, “you’re not balding or anything, which is quite common for men your age.”

“you’re not good at this,” he tells you, looking at your plate to see what you're eating.

“do you want some?” you ask him. you hold your plate across the counter for him to pick off of. he grabs one of your chips and eats it.

“thanks,” he mutters.

“look at me being nice,” you comment and he chuckles deeply.

“shut up,” he returns playfully.

the five of you go to the bar that night, logan joining at your request. he sits at the bar, ordering drink after drink and scanning the bar every so often to make sure you’re alright.

you spend most of your time at ororo’s side. before long, you’re accompanied by a couple of men. you and ororo share side-eyes as they continue to tell stupid jokes. ororo excuses the both of you to go to the bathroom only to move next to logan at the bar.

“having fun?” he asks sarcastically, looking at you then glancing to ororo.

“they could’ve at least been funny, but they weren’t. there terribly unfunny,” you tell him, sitting next to him on a barstool and ororo laughs.

“yeah, that was awful,” she comments and sips her drink. “oh, i see jean and scott. i’ll be back later.” she leaves the two of you. you order a club soda and turn to logan, who is hunched over his drink.

“you have really bad posture,” you tell him as the bartender hands you your drink. he just shrugs and refills his glass with the bottle the bartender left in front of him. you dig your finger into his spine and he straightens up, looking at you wildly.

“why?” is all he asks.

“it’ll help you look more presentable. you’re not looking for anybody tonight?” you ask and glance around the bar for women.

“no, i’m not,” he answers and slumps back down. you dig your finger into his back again and he looks down at you. “stop,” he says seriously.

“oh, what’re you gonna do? stab me?” she asks him challengingly. he looks back down to his drink and shakes his head dismissively. “oh, come on. you’re good-looking, you’re good in bed, you’ve got this hot, animalistic thing going on. why not look for somebody?”

“‘cause i don’t want anybody,” he answers. “did you say i’m good in bed?”

“well, yeah,” you confirm with a one-shouldered shrug.

he stares at you for a beat. this is the first time you’ve ever mentioned it before. you don’t talk about the things you two have done. ever.

“i would know,” you add after he stays quiet.

“you would know what?” ororo asks as she rejoins you, along with scott and jean. they all stand directly behind the man, looking at you expectantly. logan’s waiting for you to make up a lie.

“that logan’s good in bed,” you answer, gesturing to the man next to you. his eyebrows raise and he looks directly in front of him, a smirk playing on his lips as he drinks down all of what’s left in his glass and refills it again. you surprise him more and more every day.

“he’s what?” ororo questions, shock written all over her.

you roll your eyes. “you don’t have to do the clueless bit. jean reads minds and i know she’s told you two,” you state, pointing between ororo and scott.

“what? i haven’t—i didn’t—,” jean stutters over her words, laughing through them.

“liar,” you clock it in a high-pitched tone, sipping your drink. “i’ve heard you talk about it before. i’m just surprised you haven’t mentioned it yet.”

the three of them exchange glances. “okay, yeah, we knew. we thought you would deny it anyway so we didn’t bring it up,” ororo admits.

logan stays silent, drinking like he’s been thirsting for days. why are you doing this? “so…you two are…,” scott trails off. you shrug as your answer. “hmm.”

“hey, sweetheart, you never came back,” the guy from early comes up behind you and wraps an around your shoulders. you tense up at the feeling.

you remove his hand from you. “don’t touch me, and don’t call me sweetheart,” you tell him. he laughs and looks at your colleagues.

“why not? looks like everybody’s got a matchup here but you. let me help you fix that,” he says and runs the knuckles of his finger across your collarbone. he points at scott and jean, then logan and ororo. “i can make you feel good,” he whispers in your ear.

“seriously, don’t touch me,” you tell him firmly, pushing his hand off your shoulder and shifting your seat away from him.

logan doesn’t watch the encounter but he’s squeezing the glass in his hand so hard it’s about to shatter. he feels the red-hot rage crawl up his neck as he does every time he encounters some asshole in a bar.

“don’t be like that, sweetheart,” the man continues and reaches for the strap over your shoulder. chills cover your arms and legs and a shiver runs down your spine. you grab his hand roughly and shove it away from you.

“touch me again and i’m gonna break your fucking nose,” you tell him.

“ooh, i got a feisty one,” he comments to the rest of your group, laughing. “i like that.”

scott takes a step forward. “you need to lay off, man,” he tells him, trying to keep this civil and contained.

the man only laughs harder. “what are you gonna do, glasses?” he asks him and slings his arm over your shoulders. “come on, baby, let’s get out of here. i got a real nice spot for you in my bed.”

“she already told you not to touch her, bub,” logan chimes in, still looking straight ahead and not sparing the boy a glance. there’s a tightness in his shoulders as he uses all his self control to stay in his seat.

“woah, tell your bodyguards to stand down,” he says to you but your only response is to rear back and deck him directly in the nose.

he stumbles back, holding his nose as blood drips into his hand. “you dumb bitch—,” he lunges toward you but logan whips around and grabs him by the front of his shirt, shoving him up against a wall.

“what’d you say?” the mutant asks him lowly, a growl deep in his throat.

“hey, take it outside!” the bartender yells at the man.

“why don’t we do that? you wanna take it outside?” logan asks the scared man in his grasp, shoving him harder into the wall.

“logan, let’s go,” ororo tells him as she walks with you toward the door. he doesn’t move. “logan!”

he drops his hold on the man and turns his back to him. he doesn’t even take a step before the dumbass says, “yeah, listen to your bitch.”

logan turns back around and absolutely socks him in the jaw. the man falls to the ground. logan walks after his friends, rolling his shoulders.

when logan gets out to the car, he sees you in the driver's seat, holding your hand closely to his body. he sits in the passenger seat and looks at you.

“are you okay?” he asks you carefully.

“did you kill him?” you ask him flatly without meeting his gaze, and he shakes his head. “you should’ve,” you say coldly and start the engine, driving out of the parking lot and back to the mansion as quickly as possible.

when you arrive, logan accompanies you to the lab for jean to look at your hand. he wasn’t going to say anything but watching you cradle your hand makes him change his mind. “are you alright?” he asks you.

“fine,” you reply sharply, clenching your jaw tightly. he watches you bite at your lip.

“speak your mind,” he tells you, just outside the hidden elevator. you just shake your head at him. “if you don’t, you’ll take it out on jean.”

“why can’t i just do that?” you ask lowly.

“‘cause she doesn’t deserve it,” he reasons.

you take a deep, frustrated breath. “what happened tonight was stupid,” you say, “dumb fucking men thinking they can get whatever they want whenever they want. now my hand might be broken because i couldn’t—,” you cut yourself off and take another deep breath to steady yourself. “i’m done talking about this,” you say and open the door to the hidden elevator.

he blocks your path. “no, you’re not,” he says and waits for you to continue. that’s when the dam really breaks and you last out at him.

“it’s stupid. all of this is fucking stupid. i could’ve handled myself back there. i didn’t need you to step up and be my big, strong savior,” you tell him angrily, voice rising.

“i know,” he returns.

you’re shouting now, “then why couldn’t you just let me do it? i could’ve stopped him. i’m stronger now. i know how to fight now. i don’t need anybody to save me. i can save myself. i don’t need you. i don’t need any of you.” your voice cracks as the anger starts to shift into the feelings you hate to feel. “i’m not gonna let anyone take advantage of me ever again. and i’ll break every bone in my body before i let some drunk narcissistic man ever put his hands on me again,” you say your peace and breathe heavily and unsteadily.

there’s a long pause, the weight of your words hanging between you. logan doesn’t interrupt, giving you the floor to get it all out.

“i know,” he repeats himself deeply, “but you shouldn't have to.”

you feel that familiar ache in the back of your throat as tears threaten to spill out. you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, pushing all the emotions back down. “my hand really hurts,” you tell him quietly, not trusting your voice. he puts his hand gently on your back and leads you into the elevator then into the lab.

by the time you’re in front of jean, you’ve pulled yourself together and let her examine your hand. you did break your hand. she wraps it up for you and sends you to your room with some pain meds.

logan doesn’t leave your side until you’re at your bedroom door. “i don’t want you to come inside,” you tell him quietly. he stays silent. “it’s just that you’ve never seen my room before and this is mostly where i use my abilities and it’s messy right now and—.”

“‘t’s fine,” he interrupts your rambling. “i don’t have to come inside.”

“right,” you mumble, hand gripping the doorknob. “good night.”

“‘night.” he doesn’t make his way to his room until you slip into yours, locking the door behind you.

the next mid-morning, logan walks into the kitchen to see jean scolding you like a child. he’s surprised you’re just sitting there and taking it without a word.

“i’m serious,” jean says, finishing her tongue lashing.

“i know,” you mumble before jean offers logan a soft ‘good morning’ as she leaves.

“what was that about?” he asks you, moving over to the table where you sit with paper spread in front of you.

“i need to grade these papers but my hand is broken and dr grey told me it would only cause more damage,” you explain, sighing heavily and holding the pen in your healthy hand.

“let me help,” he says, snatching the pen from your fingers and the paper from in front of you. the numbers on the sheet are all greek to him. he doesn’t know what the hell he’s looking at.

“you can’t,” you tell him, pulling the paper from his hands. “you don’t know how to do it.”

“then tell me,” he offers, moving his chair next to yours. “tell me what’s wrong and i’ll write it down.”

you shake your head a few times before giving in. “fine,” you cave and look over the student’s work. you place the page in front of the man and point a certain part of a problem. “okay, so he should’ve foil’d here but he didn’t so the rest of the work is wrong. put a line through it and write ‘foil’,” you instruct him and he follows your orders.

“like that?” he asks, showing you. you nod in approval.

“your handwriting actually isn’t that bad. i was expecting a lot worse,” you comment, leaning into him as you look over the next problem. “that one’s right, so put a check,” you tell him and he follows.

the process continues on. every time there’s a gap of silence as you examine the math that he would never even try to understand, he watches you in complete admiration. there are practically hearts in his eyes while the gears turn in your brain.

as the next few days progress, you and logan spend more time together than you ever have. whether he’s in your classroom during your free period or you watch whatever movie’s on tv together on the couch, if someone’s looking for logan, you’re right beside him and vice versa.

of course, the others have taken notice of it. it’s new and after you confirmed you had been sleeping together, they draw their own conclusions about the two of you.

“‘y’know what i would like to see?” you prompt logan as you watch a show with a lumberjack in it.

“what’s that, darlin’?” he asks, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“you chop wood,” you tell him, looking up at him from your spot under his arm.

“chop wood?” he questions.

“yeah, like, axe, wood, outside, shirtless, sweaty, and muscly, chopping wood,” you tell him, “lumberjack style.”

“lumberj—.”

“with the cigar,” you add excitedly, cutting him off. “maybe add in a little dehydration too.”

“i think you’re drooling a little bit,” he tells you, pointing at your mouth as a lazy smile rests on his face.

“probably, that’s hot,” you tell him, looking back at the screen.

as the credits roll, logan looks down to see you sound asleep with your head resting on his chest. he carefully picks you up in his arms and carries you to your room.

he opens the door and pauses his movements, eyes dancing across your room. there are no personal touches on the walls or shelves. it looks exactly like his did when he first got to the mansion. well, except for one obvious difference.

your room looks completely dilapidated, like an abandoned home that the sun and time have destroyed. the dark color of the wooden floors and furniture has faded, every surface dry and brittle. in some parts, mostly near the window, the wood is completely bleached of its color.

he lays you in your bed and covers you up, taking in the room once more before he leaves.

“why don’t you have another name like everyone else?” he asks as you sit next to him on the bench where you now regularly take your smoke breaks on.

“like a last name? i do have one,” you answer, flicking the butt of your cigarette onto the pavement.

“scott has cyclops, marie’s got rogue,” he elaborates, glancing over at you. you’re sitting right beside him, his arm thrown over the back of the bench in a way that your head rests on it.

“i don’t know. i guess i never understood why i have to change my name just because i’m a mutant. i am who i am, human or mutant,” you answer, messing with a loose thread on your pants. “plus, seeing the way you made fun of the others when you first got here for their names—i’d never even try to think of one now,” you tell him, making him chuckle. you smile proudly at making him laugh. “you looked so cute when you first got here.”

“are you saying i’m not cute anymore?” he asks in mock offense, looking at you sideways.

“i mean, when i first saw you, you had that big jacket on and you were so clueless. a little less muscle too,” you recount, poking his toned stomach to which he curls to the side. your jaw drops. “are you ticklish?” you ask him, a smile growing on your face.

“no,” he replies sharply and gruffly, straightening his posture.

“oh, my fuck. you so are ticklish,” you accuse and dig your fingers into his ribs, attempting to tickle him.

a deep laugh leaves him, and he grabs your hand in his, his facial expression dropping quickly. “stop,” he tells you in warning. you just laugh in his face, reaching toward him with your other hand, cigarette still between your fingers. he grabs your other hand before you touch him, cigar between his fingers. “no,” he denies you.

you look toward the mansion and see the sun reflecting off a window. you bend the light so it’s shining directly in his eyes, almost burning them. he shuts his eyes tightly and brings one of his hands up to his face. as quickly as you can, you reach back into his side.

he quickly stands up and looks down at you. “enough,” he says and points a finger in your face.

you stand up also, but you’re shorter than him so he’s still looking down at you. you decide to stand on the bench, now a little taller than he is. you don’t say anything, just look down on him with a straight face.

logan can’t help the smile that breaks his scowl. “you’re an idiot,” he tells you, raising his eyebrows at you.

you mimic his gesture then flick the cigarette butt onto the ground. “you are cute, wolvie,” you say and ruffle his hair. “i get the whole towering over people know. this is a power trip for sure,” you comment.

“oh, really?” he questions and puts the cigar between his lips. he grabs you around your waist and throws you over his shoulder like you’re as light as a feather.

you let out a surprised squeal as he walks away from your bench with you in his hold. “put me down. bad boy, bad dog,” you chastise him hitting his lower back. he doesn’t listen so you just hang over his shoulder as he drags you into the mansion.

you grab his ass abruptly and he stops in his tracks. he places you on the floor and tilts his head as he looks into your eyes, taking the cigar from his mouth. “‘bad dog’?”

“yeah, wolverine,” you say, gesturing to him.

“a wolverine’s not a dog,” he tells you, smiling down at you.

your brow furrows. “yeah, it’s like a small wolf, right?” you wonder and feel like an idiot when he laughs at you.

“no,” he answers, shaking his head.

“liar,” you accuse.

he tells you, “go to the zoo. there’s some there.”

you look up at him in disbelief. “you’re fucking with me,” she states and he shakes his head in complete amusement. “if you’re lying to me, i’ll—.”

“what? try to blind me again?” he asks, cutting you off.

“maybe i will,” you challenge, crossing your arms.

he pauses for a moment, considering. “maybe i want you to,” he says and his tone drops, like, two octaves when he says it.

you’re suddenly aware of how close the two of you are, how his hands gripped your waist just a moment before, how effortlessly he carried you. the playful atmosphere shifts and you feel heat creep up your neck and across your cheeks. you don’t blush, especially not around him.

“logan,” is all you say softly. he notices the change in tone. he notices everything about you, every detail, every flaw, every perfection.

for a moment, neither of you speak. the air between you is charged. your eyes travel all over his face. he really is such an attractive guy. and when you peel back the tough guy layer, he’s a sweetheart.

“thanks for the ride,” you say lightly, trying to break the tension.

he nods, gaze still locked on you. “anytime,” he remarks, his voice rougher than it was a moment before.

you both stand there for a few more seconds, not really sure where to go from here. his eyes shift from yours to your lip as you chew on it. his jaw tightens and he looks away from you, taking a step back to give you some space.

your heart pounds against your chest unfamiliarly. everything about this feels so new to you.

“see you around, pup,” you say, your voice back to its teasing tone.

“yeah,” he adds, watching as you turn away and walk back toward the mansion.

more days pass and you spend more time with logan. he notices that you make fun of him more, teasing him for small stuff.

it’s only when he’s in the laundry room that ororo catches him alone. “hey, logan,” she greets. he mumbles something of the same. “so…you look pretty cozy with a certain mutant.”

“huh?”

“you know what i’m talking about,” she says, leaning against a washing machine.

“it’s nothing,” he tells her, starting the machine he threw his clothes into haphazardly.

“‘doesn’t look like nothing,” she returns.

“leave it alone,” he grumbles, turning to leave the room.

ororo steps in front of him, placing a hand on his chest. “please, don’t hurt her, logan,” she requests.

“she doesn’t want me the way you think,” he tells her.

“you can’t seriously believe that,” she says, looking back and forth between his eyes.

at that very moment, you turn the corner and your eyes widen. you ignore the sting in your chest as you let out a loud “woah.” ororo quickly turns around and takes a step away from logan. “i didn’t mean to interrupt,” you tell them with your hands up in surrender, but that was exactly your intention when you spoke up.

“you weren’t interrupting anything,” logan tells you, watching you move past him to grab a laundry basket.

“i’m not judging,” you reply, walking back to the door. you turn back last second and look at ororo. “hey, if he asks you to wear a red wig, say no,” you tell her with a wink before leaving.

“i never—,” logan cuts himself off, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. “i never did that,” he says to her.

“God, i hope not. what the hell,” she remarks, shoving his arm. “she was jealous. you need to go tell her nothing happened.” he sighs deeply and takes a step forward. “‘you really still think she doesn’t want you?”

he doesn’t reply and follows after you. you’re walking as quickly as you can up the stairs when he catches up to you. “hey,” he calls after you.

“don’t worry, buddy. secret’s safe with me,” you tell him, picking up your pace as you reach the top of the stairs but he keeps in step with you.

“there’s not a secret. we were just talking,” he says.

you place a hand on your bedroom doorknob. “really, you don’t have to defend yourself to me,” you say and open your door, slipping inside. before you can shut it, logan stops the door with his hand. you look at him through the crack in the door, pushing your lips into a thin line. “uhm…”

“there’s nothing going on between me and storm,” he tells you.

“i’m not gonna tell anybody,” you return, frustration rising in your tone. you push against the door but your strength is in no way comparable to his.

“i’m serious,” he tries again, almost pleading. “i don’t want her, i want—.”

“jean? look at that, finishing each other’s sentences again,” you cut him off with a false laugh.

“come on, darlin‘,” he says, tilting his head to the side.

you groan. “i just thought—,” you stop yourself, sighing. “it doesn’t matter what i thought.”

“it does matter,” he tells you, pushing the door a little wider. you move into the space between the doorway and the door, trying to block his view into the room. “tell me,” he encourages, getting closer to you.

“i thought you weren’t a whore,” you retort, giving him a hardened look.

“that’s not what you were gonna say,” he states lowly, looking deeply into your eyes. “what was it?” you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, biting into the skin. he reaches his hand to your jaw, his thumb pulling the lip from between your teeth. “don’t do that. you know it drives me crazy.”

“i thought maybe you wanted me for more than sex,” you admit, feeling embarrassed as the words slip out. you clench your jaw, preparing for the rejection. a smirk slide onto his face and you drop your head. “okay, bye.”

you move back and push against the door again, but this time he pushes the door all the way open. your eyes widen as he takes a long stride toward you and pulls you back to him by the back of your neck. he presses his lips against yours feverishly to which you obviously reciprocate.

he pulls away and rests his forehead against yourself, breathing heavily. “i want you in every way possible, sweetheart,” he says.

you swallow thickly, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him away. “you don’t want me,” you tell him. he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back into him, your chest pushing against his.

“i do,” he counters.

“you don’t,” you respond.

there’s a beat of silence. “i do,” he says again. you just look up into his eyes. “i want you. i’m not the best person for you, i know that. i’m older and unhappy and i probably can’t be there for you emotionally,” he lists then shakes his head at you, looking at you like you make the world go round. “but i want you, i want every part of you—the good, the bad, the hot and sexy, and the rude and snappy. everything.”

you’re quiet. you don’t know what to say, what is there to even say? in your head, he’s always wanted jean and you were just a place filler. you’ve been under the impression that you caught feelings and he didn’t reciprocate them at all. maybe you’re wrong just this once.

“i want you too,” you tell him in a whisper. he watches your brow furrow as you look away from his eyes. his face falls. “but—.”

“no ‘but.’ don’t say ‘but’,” he begs, loosening his grip on your waist.

“logan, i can live with you not being there for me emotionally, but i don’t know if you can live with me not being for you sexually,” you tell him. dread takes over your body. this beautiful, morally grey, perfect-for-you man is in the palm of your hand and you’re letting him slip through your fingers.

her visible confusion deepens. “you’ve been perfect for the past few months,” he tells you, misinterpreting your words as insecurity.

you shake your head. “i meant it when i said i can’t fuck you sober,” you tell him slowly, avoiding his gaze completely. you feel his hands move from his loosened grip to a hover over your hips. you can’t read his mind like you usually can. logan wears his thoughts on his face, perfectly readable when he’s mad or happy or just his normal grumpy. but now, it’s like trying to read a book in a language you didn’t know existed. “i’m sorry,” you add when his silence becomes too much.

“i don’t care,” he tells you as soon as you finish the last syllable.

“you know i don’t apologize for shit and you don’t care that i’m sorry?” you ask him. you go to push him off again but he pulls you back in, this time wrapping his around your neck, smothering your face in his burly chest.

“i don’t care about sex,” he tells you as he rests his head atop yours. you return the embrace and hold him around his ribs. “i don’t care if you never touch me again. i love you.” your eyes widen and he feels your body tense up. he chuckles, pulling away and smiling at you. “too soon?”

“a little,” you tell him, nodding. you then smile back at him.

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a/n: i haven’t written in a long time . pls don’t rip me up if u hate this🙏

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Warm (Jey Uso/OC)

An on-again, off-again couple takes the snowy ride to the next town together.

PAIRING: Jey Uso x OC

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: The usual smut and everything in between.

A/N: First fic of the year! Enjoy!

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"Hey girl, got a sec?"

Looking up to see Nia standing right in front of her, Malia stood up straighter. The locker room was full of her friends and fellow wrestlers, all done for the evening and packing up to leave the arena. "What's up?"

"I totally forgot that I agreed to carpool with Maxxine after the show," she said as they exited the locker room together. "I'm really sorry, it totally slipped my mind."

"Oh, that sucks," Malia said, a little disappointed as Nia was great company. "It's no big deal. I'll figure something out."

"Are you sure? It's starting to snow out there. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Alone on the road with full control of the heating and my own playlist?" Malia laughed. "I'll be fine."

Nia nodded. "Okay. I feel bad, so I'll ask around and see if anyone needs a ride. That way you can split the bills and stuff," she offered, pausing when she looked over Malia's shoulder. "Oooh, look who's coming our way," she grinned.

Curious, Malia turned around, and her heart skipped a beat as Josh Fatu walked in their direction, his carry-on behind him and his phone in front of him. She plastered an unbothered expression on her face and turned back to Nia, but the Irresistible Force saw right through the facade.

"Girl, you're blushing already!" she cackled. "You and him still fucking?"

"No, I'm not blushing. And no, we're not fucking," Not lately anyway, Malia added to herself, fluffing her Afro as nonchalantly as possible.

"Liar. You two crack me up, you're totally in love with each other but keep acting like you're not. I did warn you about the whole friends-with-benefits thing."

She did. And Malia caught feelings and had been trying to run from those feelings since. But not with much success, given that she and Josh were both part of the Monday Night Raw roster and lived in the same goddamn city which gave him plenty of access to her. The problem was she was falling in love and he wasn't, so she tried to save face by imposing an extended 'break' from each other, under the guise of 'seeing other people'. Being alone with him on a long midnight drive wasn't going to help her cause to break away.

"It's a three-hour trip from here to Cleveland. Think you can hold off for that long if you go together?" Nia asked, a little too gleefully for Malia's taste.

"Stop with the slander. You make it sound like I'm this raging nympho," she rebuffed.

"When it comes to him? Yes! I've witnessed it! You jump each other's bones every chance you get. How you guys aren't official, I'll never understand. He's getting closerrrr," Nia sang, clearly enjoying the way Malia was trying not to squirm. "Let me go talk to him."

Malia started to panic as Nia moved towards him. "Where are you going?" she warned, "Nia, no!"

"Um, you want a ride or not? Hey, Joshyyyy!"

"Savelina!" Malia hissed, falling silent when Josh looked up from his phone, his gaze lingering on her for a long, tense beat before moving to Nia. "Sup ladies," he said, tipping his bearded chin up in greeting. His jaw moved repeatedly, and she saw he was chewing gum when he opened his mouth to speak. Juicy Fruit, she predicted. His favorite.

"I heard you're driving by yourself tonight," Nia said to him.

His eyebrows rose skeptically. "Yeah..."

"You want a passenger? Cuz my girl over here needs someone to ride with, in more ways than one..."

"Lina, shut up," Malia cut in, stepping in front of her and meeting Josh head-on. "Forgive our friend, Becky hit her in the head too many times tonight," she explained, her insides warming when Jey laughed. "I was supposed to carpool with bitch over here but she made other plans and left me stranded. So umm...if you're going alone, would you mind if I tagged along?" Why the fuck did she sound like she was asking him to Prom?

Again, the air around them simmered with an unknown element. When he took longer than usual to respond, her heart sank a little. "It's cool if you don't want to, I can find someone else-"

"Nah, it's all good, uce, you can come along," he spoke up with a smile. "But I'm 'bout to leave right now, so if you ready-"

"I am," Malia answered, a bit too quickly, and flushed with embarrassment when the corner of his mouth curled upward in a bemused smile. It was then she realized that Nia had disappeared, leaving the two standing alone in the empty hallway.

"Uhh...We should get going," Malia spoke up, scratching awkwardly at the nape of her curly Afro.

Josh nodded, pausing as his eyes scanned her up and down again. "This what you wearin'?" he inquired.

She made a quick, albeit thorough twirl to show off her outfit, a short, figure-hugging beige dress accompanied by a black pair of furry knee-high Uggs. "Yeah, why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's a lil' chilly, no? I mean, don't get me wrong, you look real good, it's just-" Catching himself, he trailed off nervously before he could say anything else inappropriate.

"My jacket is right here, I'll be fine. But if I do get too cold, I'm sure you can keep me warm." Her smile was syrupy sweet as she let the innuendo sink in. The awkwardness was melting away, leaving only the sexual synergy they were both accustomed to.

Josh chuckled to himself and stepped closer to her. "A'ight, I see what'chu tryna do," he said in a lower, huskier timbre that made her loins flutter. "Let's get outta here before I do sum'n we'll both like."

She wanted to ask what was stopping him but instead took the hand he held out to her. It was big and protective and the gentle way he rubbed his thumb over hers always made her feel safe. Together they left the building and into the indoor parking lot. He helped her put her things in the trunk of his Ford Expedition rental, and she fought the urge to stare at his ass when he bent over.

As they began their journey, her gaze landed on her on-again, off-again 'boyfriend', his own fixed on the road ahead. Wearing a fitting dual-colored Nike tracksuit, he looked yummy himself. The hand that had held hers was now on the steering wheel, and she found herself wishing it was touching her again but on a more risqué part of her body this time. They were on a 'break' but she envisioned a lot of difficulty keeping things platonic tonight.

"Since when do you listen to Bon Jovi?" She broke the ice several minutes later, talking over the eighties rock ballad that was playing on the radio and was surprised it hadn't been turned off. "You always used to tell me to change that shit," she laughed.

"They not so bad, they got some good workout songs," he defended with a shrug. "How come you didn't take a flight tonight?" he asked.

She gave a shrug of her own. "I don't know. I probably should have. But with the weather and everything, there'd probably be tons of delays at the airport. I would have ended up sitting there all night. How about you?"

"Same. I prefer the open road anyway," he replied. "Drive fast, blast some good music, you know what it is." He shot her a grin, making selections on the GPS. "Everything good? You comfortable?"

Smoothing her dress down her crossed legs, she nodded and tilted her seat back. "Yeah, I'm good," she responded.

"So how was Christmas? Whatchu do? Spend time with your man?" Josh asked.

Malia snorted and flipped her hair. "Ain't no man. He's an insecure bum so he's gone. I stayed with my brother and his family for a few days, played with my nieces, they're so big now."

He wanted to feel bad about the way his heart leapt for joy about her relationship status. "I told you he was a bum from the jump, uce," he mumbled.

"Well, you were right. Congrats," she bit sarcastically.

"I ain't wanna be right though. I just want you to be happy," said Josh, exchanging a glance with her, his stare filled with its familiar warmth that was charged with something else.

Being here is a bad idea.

"What about you? You were with your boys and their mom, I'm guessing," she kept the conversation going.

"More of the boys, less of their mom," he clarified.

"That's it? No woman to warm your bed?"

He snorted and shot her a bombastic side-eye. "If I remember clearly, you sent the last woman I was with packin', with your razor-sharp ass tongue."

Malia burst out laughing. "Ha, that bitch? She's a clout-chasing airhead. One conversation with her and my IQ got fucked up. Stop messin' with those NXT bimbos, Joshua. It's not a good look."

"Why you so pressed though?" He had an idea, but he wanted to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

"I'm not pressed. You smarter than that. She wasn't good for you."

"And you know this, how?"

Because she ain't me. None of them are. "I just know," was all she said.

"Huh. We seem to 'know' a lot about each other," Josh noted, "So why don't you want us to stay together?" he asked.

And there it is. "You already know the answer," she responded, with a hint of attitude.

"No I don't, so how 'bout you fill me in, huh," he retorted. They had stopped at a red light so he now had all the time to look her in the eye.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, she refused to get suckered in. "Because. Your roster is deep enough as it is," she mumbled.

"What roster?"

Malia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, we gonna play dumb now? I'm not the only woman you're fucking, Joshua."

"The last person I had sex with was you, right before you dumped me for ol' boy," Josh replied, annoyance creeping into his tone.

"Correction. I did not dump you. Dumping implies that we were dating," Malia argued. "I distinctly remember you saying you weren't looking for nothin' serious, so it ain't dumping if there's no relationship to dump."

The silence that followed was deafening, even with the music playing. The temperature in the car plummeted several degrees. Josh simply shook his head. "Damn, that how you feel all this time? Okay then." he tsked, releasing the brakes as the light turned green. "A'ight. Note taken."

The hurt swirling in his voice surprised her. Rattled, she opened her mouth to speak, but wisely decided to close it back. Because there really was nothing to say. This was the consequence of getting involved with someone without setting clear boundaries; the result of repeatedly holding off the simple task of defining a relationship — nothing but uncertainty and heartache. It was the bed she made long ago and now she had to lie in it.

But oddly enough, that seemed to be the appeal of entanglements; the thrill, the warped sense of freedom to do whatever you wanted to each other with no strings. But intimacy always had its attachments, and Malia had been attached to Josh for a long, long time with no idea how to cut the strings without getting hurt.

"The snow seems to be getting worse," she changed the subject and with good reason. They seemed to be driving into a storm. The snowfall was heavier and the nearly empty highway was turning white. "Are you sure we'll make it into Cleveland like this?"

Her question was answered only a few seconds later, by the flashing lights and flares up ahead. A car wreck, and a bad one judging from the amount of fire, rescue, and police crews on the scene. As Josh slowed the car to a crawl, they were greeted by a gruesome tableau.

The many bright, flashing lights cast a grotesque glow on the crumpled remains of an SUV. A black bag, zipped and strapped to a stretcher, was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Malia's eyes widened with horror. The mangled car was the same type as theirs, and the driver's seat was covered in blood, a lot of it splattered on the white snow. "Oh no...Babe..." she breathed.

Her voice was tiny. Scared. Josh grabbed her hand and squeezed it repeatedly to get her attention. "Ay, don't look. Look at me," he cajoled, waiting for her to do so, running his thumb over hers to quell her panic. "I'll take the next exit. Let's find somewhere to crash until morning." He cringed. "Bad choice of words. Sorry."

"You don't mind stopping?" she asked, feeling a little sick. There was no way she was going any further with what she'd just witnessed.

"Personally, I'd rather be late gettin' where I'm going than never gettin' there at all."

"I agree. I'll check if there's any available hotels nearby," she offered, reaching for her phone in the console.

"You good?" he checked on her again, his fingers flexing around hers.

"I'm okay. It's just...that was horrible," Malia shuddered. "But you calmed me down. You've always been good at that." She smiled gratefully at him.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled, as he lifted the back of her hand to his lips in a gentle kiss. He then rested his hand on her bare leg, running it up her smooth chocolate skin. Ironically, her dress gave him perfect access to the sensitivity of her inner thigh, and he allowed his fingers to dance over it.

Malia cast her eyes down to watch his hand disappear under her dress. This was what she liked about him so much; his boldness, his sense of adventure. Only he could dare to touch on her while driving on a dark, sleety highway. "Boy, what are you doin'?" she asked as he squeezed her thigh. She tried to play it cool, tried to act like her skin had not been set ablaze by his touch.

"Keepin' you warm," he affirmed nonchalantly, as he slid his palm over her lace panties, his favorite on her, enjoying the feel of her moist warmth against the fabric. He had since learned that he couldn't stay mad at her for long. "I miss you," he whispered, breaching her underwear with one finger.

"I miss you too," she admitted, jerking as the finger slipped inside of her. "Oh, shit," she gasped, tilting her head back against the leather headrest.

"Phew, you wet as fuck," Josh whistled, eyeing up his ex with a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "Ol' boy wasn't fuckin' you like he should?"

Before she could answer, he slid another digit into her wetness, drawing another moan from her. She moved her legs further apart, causing her dress to ride higher up, and grabbed his wrist with both hands. "Fuck, yeah," she sighed, going slack in her seat.

Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea, Josh realized, as the sound of her wanton moans filled the car. As her pussy tightened around his fingers. He wasn't doing much for his own erect state by doing this, but the look on her face convinced him to keep going. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, keeping his eyes on the road. "How's that feel, hmm?" he asked.

The only response she could muster was another breathy moan while strengthening her grip on his wrist. She didn't want to come just yet, but between his fingers twisting deep inside her tightening core and the added heat rushing through her, she knew she wouldn't last long. She wanted this to last forever, just like every time she was with him; she clung desperately to every second, because each one was always better than the last. He just hit different. He always did.

The spell broke when she heard him curse and he abruptly stopped, slipping his fingers out of her. "The fuck?" she whined.

"Sorry, I had to," Josh explained, pointing. The smoky haze of passion and frustration cleared quickly enough for her to realize they had left the expressway and were now pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. Crossing her arms petulantly, she sat up straighter and pouted. "Goddamn tease. You ain't slick," she grumbled.

"Nope. But you are," he emphasized, holding up his fingers covered in her essence and bringing them to his mouth. "Mmm, sweet and spicy, like always."

His dirty snicker had her pussy clenching again. This man was going to be the death of her.

Parking the Expedition in front of the hotel door, they rushed in with their bags to the check-in desk and found the exhausted-looking receptionist behind the counter. It was clear they'd had a massive influx of people and that she was the only one handling everything.

"You're just in luck. We have one room left," the lady replied when Josh asked her if they had any vacancies. "It's probably our smallest room and only has one queen-sized bed, but it's perfect for a lovely couple like yourselves," she smiled warmly.

"We'll take it," Josh responded, handing over his credit card before Malia could reject it. Given the state of the weather outside and that horrendous crash they came across, it was likely the best, safest option.

They got the keycards and made a quick stop at the nearby Chipotle to get some food. Josh paid again, boxing Malia against the counter with his big frame and frowning menacingly at the cashier who had the nerve to flirt with her. Though there technically was no territory to mark, she didn't mind. Besides, it was cold outside and his body heat was inviting and much needed. Afterwards, they returned to the hotel and made it into the small room that was warm, toasty, and quite clean, making them feel a bit better that they wouldn't be stuck in some Bates Motel-type murder house.

"Last time we were stuck in a room together, we spent all afternoon working out how many pinning combinations we could make each other come in," Malia reminisced as she bit into her burrito.

"Yeah. I remember winning," Josh grinned proudly. "You can have the bed, by the way," he gestured to her. "Imma sleep on the couch, give you some space."

"Why?" Malia gave him a stern look. "The bed is big enough for both of us. Plus, your back will be fucked up if you sleep on that lil ass couch."

She wasn't wrong; the couch felt rather firm and it wouldn't be pleasant. Josh was trying to be a gentleman, but he ultimately agreed since driving tomorrow with a backache did not sound ideal.

After finishing their meals, they settled in, and Malia texted the Talent Relations rep to inform them of her and Josh's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the weather forecast on TV was pretty grim as they were expecting upwards of forty inches of snow. Getting to their destination in time tomorrow would be a tough ask.

Josh used the bathroom first to give Malia some privacy. When he re-emerged, she was stripped down to a short white bathrobe that did nothing to hide that body of hers, giving him a little peek of her voluptuous behind as she picked up her toilet bag.

Fuck.

"Babe, do you got a spare shirt I can sleep in?" She stood back upright, her throat drying up at the sight of his towel hanging low on his hips. She watched the rivulets of water drip down his tattooed chest and felt parched.

Josh swallowed. "Sure, I got somethin'." He crossed the room, reached inside his open luggage and pulled out a 'YEET' hoodie. "This okay?"

He gazed into her eyes, and Malia felt her knees quiver, almost like they were threatening to collapse beneath her. "Yeah, thanks," she smiled, taking the hoodie.

"You called me babe again." There was a small, teasing smile on his face.

Malia felt her face burn. "Oh, um...Yeah. Habit. Sorry..." Lost for words, she quickly departed, silently willing her limbs to not give out on her.

Waiting until the door had closed behind her, Josh sank down on the bed and tried to focus on the TV. He could hear her moving around. Brushing her teeth. Undressing. Rubbing his face, he groaned when he heard the shower start. After their argument in the car and what he did afterwards, his emotions were all over the place, and now they had to share this bed. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be a tough ask.

Keep your hands to yourself, Malia repeated to herself over and over as she finished up her skincare routine. It's just one night. Behave yourself. What happened in the car meant nothing.

Yes it did, the voice she fondly named 'Delulu', debated, He misses you, he said so himself. That's why he acted the way he did in the car. That's why he almost bit that cashier's head off in Chipotle.

She had a point. She recalled the full-blown lust in his eyes as he touched her, the eager movement of his fingers inside her as though he couldn't stop himself. Overall, it felt good to know he wasn't quite over her just as she wasn't quite over him.

Don't do it, her other voice, dubbed 'You Right' because it always was, warned. You're just his plaything, always have been. Why do you want to play house with a guy who doesn't love you like you love him? He just misses the pussy. That's it.

Good point.

But I miss the dick too! 'Delulu' pouted.

'You Right' rolled her eyes. Too bad. Take another shower, a cold one this time.

With a heavy sigh, Malia wrapped up her hair and put on her pajamas for the night. The hoodie was big on her, reaching her thighs. She decided against panties, having made up her mind about the voice she was going to listen to.

She returned to the warmth of the bedroom, instantly landing on the ruggedly handsome man stretched out on the left side of the bed. His favorite side. His gaze flickered from the TV to her, his lips twitching into a small smile.

"You make my merch look so sexy, baby," he commented.

"Why thank you Daddy," she replied, then froze, her eyes wide. Shit, did she just say that out loud? Judging from the heated look in his eyes, the answer was yes. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as they regarded each other.

Sitting up straight in the bed, Josh clapped his hands. "A'ight, enough of this. Come here," he growled.

She thought he would never ask. She hurried to the bed and crawled towards him. He sat up straighter and reached for her, their lips crashing together before he had finished pulling her onto his lap. All the weeks of pent-up urges and desires came pouring out of them both as they kissed like the desperate, needy souls they had become. They only pulled back long enough to take off his t-shirt before they embraced again. His bronzed skin was warm underneath her palms, the touch of his hands seemingly burning through the hoodie onto her own.

Without breaking the kiss, Josh shifted so that they were lying on their sides, helping her tug his sweatpants down his hips. Once they were gone, he pulled her tightly against him as he slid his leg between hers, draping her top leg over his waist. He then pushed his hands under her hoodie, his fingers digging into her waist to grind her against his thigh. Malia smiled at his surprised gasp, his realization that she was wearing his merch and only that. She knew he could feel the moistness of her core, smearing his upper thigh as their kisses got even more heated. She let him pull off the hoodie, and Josh's eyes blazed with need as he gathered her right breast in his hand and devoured it with sucks and licks. Meanwhile her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking for a few moments before easing him inside her.

"Oh, shit," Josh froze, his expression slightly panicked, "I ain't got-"

"Calm down, I still got my IUD. You good." She kissed his lips and reared back a little, letting him push fully inside her, and he ripped his mouth from hers in a low groan and tucked his face in her neck.

"Fuck, Malia..."

She moaned with him, gripping his muscular shoulders as he moved inside her, and groaned again when his hand scraped down her back to squeeze her ass cheek tightly.

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, I know you like that," he whispered, slapping her ass this time, his breath hot and heavy against her face. "Say my name baby, call out for me."

"Joshua...Daddy..."

"Mm-hmm, I love it. God, you're fuckin' beautiful," he said, his voice rough with need as he tongue-kissed her slowly, matching his grinding thrusts, sending chills running all over her body.

"Ohhh," she gasped, tensing in his arms, bewildered by her desire for him.

"Relax. I gotchu," he promised with another hungry, borderline sloppy kiss. He was nearing the pit of her stomach with his lengthening strokes, but he wanted more. He held up her thick thigh, automatically sliding him even deeper inside her. A big smile lit up his face as her mouth fell open; he knew she could feel all of it, the head of his dick toying with her g-spot, her breathing quickening as her slick moisture made its presence known with every push of his dick into her.

"Hear that?" Josh whispered, "Hear how wet you are?"

Malia dug her nails into his skin, staccato breaths pulling from her lungs as he rammed up into her again and again. "Shit," she whined, "Aw fuck, please don't stop," she begged, tears gathering in her eyes at the thought of him ceasing his actions.

"I ain't stoppin' baby." He couldn't seem to stop kissing her, doing it again as he increased his speed, his dick all up in her wet pussy. The sensations were dizzying, taking her to another dimension. "Uuuunh," she cried out with a shudder, the flutter of her pussy around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"You wanna come, babe? Wanna come for Daddy huh?" He pressed his forehead against hers, his hypnotic eyes holding her gaze as her whimpers for him grew louder. "Come, Malia," he urged with gritted teeth, his heart pounding from the emotions vibrating through him. "Come, baby girl. Nut on Daddy's dick. You look so beautiful when you come."

Malia heard what sounded like waves crashing in her ears. Immediately her body seized up, and her voice was a high-pitched cry as the pleasure ripped through her. Moaning his name repeatedly, her head fell back and she saw stars as the bliss took over.

Man, she missed being touched like this, kissed like this...fucked like this.

Still trembling, she was vaguely aware of him pulling out, letting her leg down and rolling on top of her. Stroking her face, he stared at her with a mix of wonder and tenderness and something else she couldn't quite determine in his eyes.

"What?" she pressed.

Josh licked his lips, looked away for a second and then back at her.

"I love you."

She expected to be shocked, stunned by his declaration. Instead, it felt more like a eureka moment, like she had finally cracked a passcode she had been struggling with for eons, like the world had at last righted itself after an eternity of confusion.

"What took you so long?" she asked, emotion seeping through her tone.

"I don't know," he confessed, and when her brows furrowed, he elaborated. "I just know I can't do this no more. I'm fuckin' tired. I been feelin' this way for too long. You the only one that makes me feel like this."

"Like how?" she breathed. She wanted to hear it, wanted to know if his agony has been anything similar to hers for the past couple of months.

"Like I'm empty inside when I'm not with you. Even when I'm with someone else, I feel like I'm cheating on you," he went on, suddenly feeling free, unburdened. "I can't stop thinking about you, can't function...I don't just want sex, Malia. That's all good but I wanna be your man. For real this time. I want you."

There it was again, that intensity in his eyes that never failed to steal what was left of her breath. If this was a dream, she did not want to wake up. "I love you too. I wanna be with you. Let's not break up ever again. I don't like not being around you," she admitted.

"Same here," he said, covering her mouth with his. This kiss was so passionate, so deep and all-consuming, that she struggled to hang on to her sanity. She groaned against his mouth as he found his way back inside her with a couple of swift, seamless strokes. Her wetness instantly enveloped him again, prompting his hips to roll seemingly on their own accord. Malia wound her arms around him, holding him as close to her as possible. There was no more talk after that, letting their bodies do the talking, writhing together as if they were meant to exist that way.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he told her.

Immediately, she wound them around his waist with her ankles locked tight behind his lower back as he rocked into her. She moved with him, matching his tempo in a sweet symphony. There was no space between their flesh; and whatever tiny space remained was closed off with delicious, decadent kisses with lots of tongue. They savored every second in each other, every gasp and moan they elicited from the other. Her wetness compromised the friction between them as his dick slipped in and out of her with ease that still kept her walls snug and taut around him.

"God, you feel so good, baby," she moaned in his ear, weaving her fingers through his soft hair, anchoring him to her as though fearful that he would slip away at any given moment.

"I can feel you dripping all over my dick. You make me wanna pound this good pussy," he mumbled against her neck, his tongue swiping over her heated skin.

"Then pound it," she murmured, spearing him with a hot, hungry look when their eyes met. "Pound my pussy, Daddy, I need it," she practically begged, her voice a pleading whine.

"Bet." Caressing her thighs for a few seconds, he then propped her legs on each of his broad shoulders. Her gaze met the ceiling, clouded over with lust as he hunched over her, working his big dick in her. All she could see within the bluish hue of the small room was his larger, muscular body looming over her, like a glowing, almost nightclub-like dreamscape. His chest tattoos were a beautiful mural that she couldn't stop herself from worshiping, and she leaned up to drag her tongue along his nipple, flicking the hard bud playfully as she caressed his triceps. She was rewarded with harder snaps of his hips, his balls mashing against her ass from how deep he was digging. Every time she tried to look at it, she would grow weak from the sensitivity and fall back against the bed.

"Fuck, Joshua..."

"Mmhmm, I know it feel good. Your tight little pussy is creaming for me," he rasped. Holding her down to the bed, he circled his hips while buried in her for good measure, making her pussy greedily grip the entirety of his girthy length and wringing moans of pleasure from both of them. Dipping her hand down between her thighs, she rubbed on her clit only for her eyes to roll back as an intense fire lit inside her like a firework. Then, clearly intending to destory her, he sat back on his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding them to his chest as he thrust faster and harder.

"Oh my god," Malia sighed, planting one hand up against the headboard to steady herself. She could feel her breasts bouncing recklessly with each stroke, felt his long fingers grab one and massage it in his hands, then the other, arousing her even more. His dick pulsed inside her as she tightened around him with increasing frequency. She willingly let him take her as he wanted, because she wanted to feel all of him, savor the sight of him breaking down and plunging headfirst into that secret place of pleasure that belonged to them and them alone.

The tricky part was Josh wanted to take her there first. He switched up again by pinning her knees into the pillow on either side of her head, opening her wide. He fucked her like a man possessed, the force of his movements knocking the bed hard and repeatedly against the wall. His hard, pounding thrusts had her pushing her face into the pillow and screaming into it. They hoped the room was soundproof. Either way, he didn't stop, not until the coil inside her body unraveled, and Malia screamed again as she came, hard and hot, her orgasm flushing through her like a tidal wave. It was the sweetest, the realest, the product of the joining of not just their bodies, but something deeper, too.

Josh must have been thinking the same thing, because when he stopped to stare her down again with those beautiful eyes of his, they glittered with warmth and affection. They gazed at each other, the stunned joy of their shared feelings morphing into something richer, something fiercer. He really did love her, she could see it right there on his face. She didn't quite know how she managed to miss it before.

The air between them thickened as they remembered they were still naked and entwined. Reverting back to their primal, passionate state, Josh moved again, thrusting all up in her dripping tightness. Malia gripped his hips to pull him deeper, her fingers digging into the flesh of his ass as he pounded into her with newfound ruthlessness. The mattress squeaked underneath them, mixing with their moans and whimpers and the wet slapping sounds of their bodies. He was close; his strokes became increasingly erratic, his grunts heavier and more vocal, his cock pulsing inside her pussy and his balls tightening.

"Fuuuck, I'm comin' baby, come catch this nut," he pulled out of her and quickly straddled her torso, stroking his dick in her face. Malia opened her mouth wide and poked out her tongue, watching his gorgeous face twist in painful pleasure as he unloaded in her mouth, thick spurts of his salty sweet cum flooding her tongue. Completely turned on, she rubbed herself with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, stroking him harder to milk him to the last drop. His deep, throaty groan broke her all over again, plummeting her into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer power of his.

Josh's chest heaved as he watched her slap his dick on her open tongue, coated white with his release. He then ordered in a husky voice, "Swallow it."

Malia obeyed heartily, slipping his cum down her throat then gently sucked him off for a couple of seconds, moaning softly from the unique taste of him mixed with her. Josh fought off the urge to nudge his dick deeper into her mouth and pulled away to lie down next to her. The realization of what had just happened must have hit both of them at the same time, because with one glance at each other, they burst out laughing.

"Damn," was all she had the energy to utter, allowing him to pull her against him as their joint laughter rumbled between them. He fucked the shit out of her. She felt like a brand new woman, even now, as he ran his hands all over her body, gifting her with a breathless kiss to her succulent lips. "I guess Lina's plan worked," she giggled, snuggling against him.

"Yeah," Josh agreed, his features suddenly serious as he carefully tucked a loose piece of her hair back underneath her scarf. "I ain't like how you be pushin' me away, Malia," he grumbled, "Don't be scared of us and what we got."

Not for the first time, she wished she'd been brave enough to express her true feelings. "It's not you I'm scared of... I'm scared of us falling apart if we become serious, and I don't wanna live without you," she confessed.

Josh chuckled and pressed his mouth to each of her palms. "You already can't," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and smacked his arm. "You don't gotta agree."

"It's the truth though. But like I said, I love you and I'm not going anywhere. I mean that," he promised.

Hearing those three words from him again made her feel all giddy inside. "I love you, too," she whispered, smiling softly against his lips when he dropped a tender kiss to hers.

"How long's it been since we last fucked?" he inquired.

Two months and three weeks, but who was counting? "Couple of months," she answered, keeping it cool.

"Shame on us. I think we can make up for it, right?"

Malia raised an eyebrow when he started to crawl down her body, sprinkling butterfly kisses down her belly until his head was between her legs. Her body flushed with need. "You know we need to go to bed, right?" she questioned, her fingers sneaking into his hair despite her half-hearted protest.

"I know. But this pretty pussy is callin' my name." He winked at her and bit gently on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her throbbing treasure, soothing the skin with a wet lick. Her keening moan was all he needed to hear. "Now lay your sexy ass back and let Daddy eat."

And with that, he bent his head and spread his mouth over her, wiping every rational thought she owned with mind blowing pleasure.

THE END

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[mirotilo]

random headcanons i have about this little bastard — most are stupid but it’s okay cuz i’m sickkk

theo the kind of guy to let out weird sighs out of nowhere. like a previously neglected shelter dog. he just sighs his brains out. annoyed? sigh. relaxing? sigh. smoking, pulling away from a kiss, finishing his plate? sigh. those pathetic little sighs are already earning him some mockery from his friends, but bro really doesn’t do it on purpose.

theo the kind of guy to always have a runny nose. could be middle of spring, and he’s clinging to his kleenexes like they’re a drug. but he also takes advantage of that fact, sneezing right in the middle of a teacher’s explanation, just to earn some chuckles throughout the classroom. (he’s definitely the type of class clown that almost never pipes up, but when he does, it’s funny as fuck)

theo the kind of guy to wear socks and sandals religiously when outside of class. he struts around the common room in them, and shoots people the dirtiest of looks when they themselves side eye him - which shuts them up right the hell up. (sandals i mean those like adidas sliders ones that literally every boy has… you know what i mean?)

theo the kind of guy to do crossword puzzles in the great hall. no further explanation, your honour. but you bet your ass this boy knows the most random of facts ever.

theo the kind of guy that will always be giving someone the stink eye. as if they had personally offended him. when you ask him why, he just acts confused. he has the biggest resting bitch face but brushes off whenever someone points it out to him.

theo the kind of guy have always been close to people from other houses, but in a like “oh he has so many friends” way, but in a “he knows the name of every ravenclaw that ever passed his gaze”. he’s observant, but misunderstood. people always think that he has crushes on them, just cause he looks at their face for more than five seconds.

i re watched baby today… going crazy over his voice omg

[iwrotetheilliad]

3AM

♡ Sae is mad. You’re a stubborn bitch. Put that together and that equals hate fuck

Genre: P WITHOUT P ;) also a little fluff at the end

CW: Oh lord there’s quite a bit. The biggest one is def that this entire situation is a bit toxic cuz y’all are flirting in a fight. Ig u could think of it as cheating, but I don’t so. SAE IS A BITCH. He also calls u a bitch so be warned that he is mean af. Also degradation. Slapping, hair pulling, clothes getting ripped off is also there. No prep as well. Unprotected sex babes. Theirs is also mentions of hickies and heavy making out. Sae manhandles you a bit. THAT SHOULD BE ALL THE TRIGGERING CONTENT MATERIAL BUT BE WARNED THAT THIS IS SMUT SO PLS PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!

Characters: Sae Itoshi

A/N: thé sae brain rot has been BAD. Like there was so much in my head, so this fic is honestly just like, a small portion of the smutty thoughts and hcs I’ve had. I’ll probably write more if this does well!

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Sae demands.

“Oh please,” you scoff, tossing your black clutch purse onto the bed. “There is nothing wrong with me, she had it coming.”

You whip your head around to face your husband. He stands in the doorway, his white shirt slightly unbuttoned, letting some of his collar bone peak out at you. Anger and jealousy flood throughout your body again at the thought of what that cunt did. You can practically see the line she traced with her nail across Sae’s neck. To get back at her, you had pretended to bump into her, practically tossing you wine all over her. It was a shame honestly- because of her inability to take a hint, her pristine white dress left the body with a giant wine stain adorning her side. Good thing you wore a black dress. It just looked like someone’s spilt water on you.

still the way you spilled the wine was very obvious. What can you say? Acting’s never been your strong suit. People were bound to notice, and although no one said it to your face, it’s obvious that they knew you’d done it on purpose.

it’s fine, after all, if they were in your situation they would’ve done the same.

“Y/N,” Sae groaned tearing off his overcoat. “You can’t just ruin-”

“The dress was ruined the moment it touched her skin.”

“You are fucking horrible.”

“No, Sae! You know what’s horrible? You did absolutely nothing to stop her!” You shout storming towards him.

“Oh shut up, yes I did,” he replies, shoving past you.

“Oh I’m sure that tent you have in your pants was trying very hard to shove her away from you,” you roll your eyes, pursuing him.

You knew right know was not the time, but Sae’s back looked very nice in that shirt. It hugged his muscles in all the right ways.

“Are you insane?” He growls, spinning around to stare you down. You didn’t back down though, sizing up to his gaze.

“I fucking wish,” you say just as lowly. “Look, it’s still there.”

You cast your eyes down to where his dick was in fact pressing up against his pants. It looked uncomfortable, and if the night had gone any better, you would’ve loved to help him, but right now, sex did not seem anywhere within your near future.

“You’re actually fucking mental,” Sae rolls his eyes, straightening himself out. “I cannot stand you when your like this.”

“You can’t stand me?!”

“No!”

“Sae! She was flirting with you. That bitch was unashamed and practically choking you in the middle of the hall!” You scream. “You are so frustrating sometimes. You cannot say that you can’t stand me, when you’re like this!”

“Like what?”

Hot.

“Oblivious.”

“Better than being a jealous bitch.”

“The fuck did you just call me?” You ask, stalking towards him like you’re about to pounce on your prey.

Sae didn’t move, just stared down into your eyes as you two came chest to chest.

“You heard me,” he muttered hotly.

From being this close, you can see something you weren’t able to recognize just moments ago. Sae’s pupils had blown up, almost completely block the aqua of his irises. His breath was hot against your face, and his lips were such a pretty pink-red color. His hair was pushed off to the side, making him look so much more handsome than he did normally. It was all so much, and you couldn’t tell if the sudden feeling in your blood was lust, anger, or a weird mix of both.

“Fucking try saying that shit again,” you mutter lowly.

He shivers. “You are such a fucking bitch.”

His hands slowly traces curves through the skintight fabric. They travel up your ass to the small of your back, and then slide back down to the swell of your ass. He offers a light squeeze, before leaning over you.

“You,” he begins, “are such a jealous. Fucking. Bitch.”

You hands move on their own accord, shoving Sae back onto the bed. Shock doesn’t last long in him though, because just moments later, you’re falling on top of him. Your arms wrap around his neck, and the swell of his dick is pressing against panties you wear underneath this dress. His hands stop balancing himself, and he reaches up to drag them all over your body. He starts rubbing them over your back, before moving down to your ass. He gropes them unabashedly now, guiding them over his crotch. His left one stays leading your ministrations, and his right hand goes up to your scalp. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulls you back, a string of saliva lingering between your mouth as you pant. Your eyes are lidded as you stare into his. There is not a single doubt in your mind right now that you look like a fucking whore, and you know he’s thinking the same thing.

Sae pulls your hair again, this time making your head tilt back. You raunchily moan out, and his mouth immediately finds a new home on your neck.

“You are such a dick,” you gasp out as he sucks hickies into your skin. “Mmmmmm.”

“Yeah?” He growls, pulling away from you. “I’m a fucking dick huh?” He releases your hair to slap your ass. “I’m a fucking dick? Dirty bitch.”

His other hand slaps your ass again. Moans break free from your throat, involuntarily, of course. “Yes,” you whimper. “You’re so fucking horrible.”

Sae lifts you off the bed with absolutely no effort whatsoever. It’s infuriating how strong he is. His lips find yours again and soon enough, the kisses devolve into something sloppy. You hear the bed creak again, as Sae kneels onto it. He drops you onto the mattress of a sudden.

You land on your side, with your left leg hiked up over your right one. You lean on your right forearm and push yourself up with your left hand. You toss your hair over your shoulder and glare at him.

“What’s wrong?” you sneer, “afraid that your gonna cum in your pants like a fucking virgin?”

Sae is quick to lean over you, continuing the messy kisses. He shoves you down so that you’re entirely on your stomach now, and with his free arm, pulls your ass into the air. He pulls your dress over your butt, revealing the lacy black underwear you’re clad in.

“Me? Cum in my pants?” He growls. “With how wet you are, you might as well have already came.” He leans down to lick up your pussy through your panties, further wetting the already soaked fabric. “Might as well just leave you like this huh? Since you already fucking finished.”

Desperate thoughts want you to scream at him to not, but your stubborn ass decides against that. “And what? Jerk off in the bathroom? You’d still be imagining me in there.”

Sae backs away from you, and grabs the top of the back of the dress. He pulls, and you are now just sitting on all fours. You’re confused as to what he’s doing, before he grabs the same spot with the other hand. Soon, there’s a loud riiippp, and the fabric falls off your body in one giant piece.

“That was fucking expensive,” you growl, as Sae flips you onto your back.

“As if a cunt like you pays attention to the price of shit. I’ve spoiled you too much huh? You need a good lesson.”

You gulp, but still try to mask your fear. “What are you gonna do?”

His left hand traces your neckline, before wrapping tightly around the bruise littered column. “Maybe I will just leave you here like this,” he muses. “Your pussy soaking wet, begging for my cock.”

“Then I’d just cum myself,” you laugh sinisterly. “I’m thinking I’ll get off to Ryusei in my mind what do you think.”

Another loud crack echoes through the room, but now the sting isn’t in your ass. You cheek burns as you yelp. Sae backhands you next, creating to bright red glows on your face.

“You bitch,” his voice sounds demonic, like he’s two seconds away from becoming evil.

“You were gonna be the one leaving me here needy!” You cry out, trying to lean up. His hand on your neck pushes you back down though.

“Shut up.” Another loud rip, and your pussy is suddenly exposed to the world. The cold air is oddly nice. “I’m gonna make you regret everything you’ve said.”

“You can’t do that.”

“If you cum,” he starts. His hand traces your lips, and his voice grows a mockingly gentle as he whispers, “I’ll tie you up to the headboard, stick a vibrator against that clit, and drain you dry until your begging and screaming and crying yourself hoarse. Ok, baby?”

The pet name is new. Normally when you two hate fuck, he ignores all of them, but the sudden presence of it makes you realize that your actually in deep shit right now.

“Do your worst,” you command.

Sae doesn’t even prep you. He undoes his belt with one hand, unbuttons his pants with the other, and swiftly drags them down with his underwear. His dick springs out, hard, pink, leaking precum. You want to suck his dick so bad, make him feel so fucking good, but you push that urge down.

He lines himself up against your pussy, and in one move, starts fucking you ruthlessly. He’s going fast, he’s going hard, he’s doing everything that he needs to be doing to make pleasure erupt in your body like only he can.

Moans tumble from your lips but you literally do not care whatsoever that this is your admitting to him making you feel good. That stubbornness is quite literally being fucked out of you, and right now your perfectly ok with it.

“S-s-sae…”

“Hm?” He hums shakily from above you. “Do you need to come already?”

Never mind, the stubbornness is back.

“N-no. I just wanted to tell you that you can’t fuck to save your life.”

Somehow, he gets faster and harder. You hadn’t even thought that possible, yet here you are, getting your shit absolutely rocked.

“Really?” Sae mocks as you whimper louder.

“Yes,” you reply, not daring to back down.

Sae doesn’t say anything else, content to just let you go insane on his cock, however much you try to deny it. He can tell when you’re close. He’s fucked you so many times that he’s memorized every tell that your body has to offer. Right now, your eyes are becoming heavy, almost looking like you’re about to fall asleep. They’re also turning super glossy, despite no tears falling. When he feels your hole repeatedly clamping onto him without letting go, making yourself feel even more tight, he knows your going to cum.

“You can’t cum baby,” he growls.

“O-ok, I wasn’t going to,” you sigh as he continues screwing you.

“Good job,” he says mockingly.

You don’t miss the sarcasm drowning his words, and somehow, you find the strength in you to reach up and slap him. When he doesn’t say anything, you backhand him. A couple seconds go by, before he commands, “Harder.”

You slap him again.

“Harder.”

You slap him again.

“Goddamit, I said harder bitch!”

You slap him, then yank on his hair for good measure.

“Still can’t cum,” he groans, pleasure overtaking every nerve of his body.

“Sae!” You cry when he starts ramming into just the right spot.

“No. Cumming. Baby.”

“Sae, please!” You sob. You’re trying, you really are. “Sae!”

“What is it?”

“I’m sorry!” you moan out finally. “Sae please, I’m sorry I’ve been- oh my god please Sae, please just let me cum!”

“That’s it baby. That’s all I wanted from you,” his voice suddenly saccarine sweet. “You can cum baby don’t worry.”

Your orgasm is so intense, you almost pass out. Every part of your body is lit on fire, you feel like your blood is lava. There’s it not a single inch of your body left untouched by this overwhelming pressure that does nothing but consume you. It feels like you’re drowning at the same time as flying. Your back arches and finally, you feel satisfied with something that’s happened tonight.

Sae fucks you until he comes, and the feeling is pretty much the exact same as yours. Nerve shattering pleasure follows each thrust he sends into you. His thighs shake at the end.

When he finally gets a good look at you, he watches the red painted across your skin, shining from sweat. Your hands cover your face, and a twinge of remorse stings at his heart.

“Y/N?” he hesitantly moves to touch your hand. When you don’t pull away, he lifts your hands off of your face. Your eyes stay closed though. You’re not crying which is good.

Sae sighs, and steps out of his pants. His shirt sticks to his skin with sweat, so he removed it before walking to the bathroom. Right next to it is a cabinet with towels, which he grabs a fresh one from. Going into the bathroom, he cleans himself off, dampens the towel and goes to clean you off. Your eyes are still closed, but you respond to his touch. He wipes the inside of your legs, and then chucks the towel somewhere behind him. He walks to the bedroom door, where his lounge shirt and sweatpants hang. He slides the sweatpants on, and then grabs the shirt.

“Y/N, I need you to sit up.”

Slowly, you pull yourself up. Sae pulls the shirt over you, and you adjust your arms through the sleeves. It’s only after that do you open your eyes to look at him.

Your eyes have darkens but a little bit of light still reflects in them. You look exhausted though, which he supposes is only fair.

“Sae…” you whisper, collapsing against his body. He wraps his arm around you, hugging you firmly against him.

“I’m sorry too,” he mutters. “I shouldn’t have… encouraged, I guess, what she was doing.”

You’re silent for a few beats, before murmuring, “It’s ok.”

“No it’s not.”

“To me it is now,” you say, leaning back to look him in the eyes.”

“Why?” He snorts. “Cuz we fucked.”

“Because you apologized,” you roll your eyes. “That’s all that I wanted.”

You end up falling asleep against Sae and when you wake up, the two of you are curled up underneath a blanket on the couch. Figures, the bed was probably messy. After all, it always is after your 3 AM activities.

A/N: Goddam.

[willowrites]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘.

PAIRINGS. jake webber x jealous reader

SYNOPSIS. you and jake got invited to a tara yummy party and saw how girls were drawn to him causing you to feel an unavoidable sting of jealousy in your chest.

WARNINGS. angst, arguing, reader being extremely jealous (not cuz she’s insecure just bc of how the situation looks. she’s a bad bitch!), angst to smut, cowgirl, praising, bratty!reader, dom!reader, sub (kind)!jake, edging, pet names! mdni 18+ !

THOUGHTS. this one is pretty good? idk im writing this one half asleep i hope you enjoy!!!

WORD COUNT. 1.5k

“thank you!” you told the bartender as you carried yours and jake’s drinks. you danced to the music, swaying your hips as you passed the clusters of people and toward jake. you looked up to scan the room for his familiar red hair. when you spotted him you instinctively smiled until you saw he was talking to three girls. you shrugged it off but as you got closer you saw how close they were and how giddy they got whenever jake spoke.

your jaw clenched as you became green-eyed at the few girls that were having way too much of a fun time. what made matters worse was that jake was laughing. not just laughing but cackling. his dimples were apparent as the party lights flew over his face for 2 seconds.

you took a breath and walked up to them. “yeah! it’s so crazy but like…you handle it so well.” one of the girls said twirling her hair between your fingers.

“here’s your drink.” you muttered to your boyfriend as you pushed it against his chest spilling it a bit in the process. his facial expression changed quickly as he noticed your hostility. “gonna go to the bathroom.” you made an effort to smile toward them but failed. you turned on your heels and darted to the restroom in irritation.

you did your thing touching up your face and making sure your hair wasn’t too crazy. you felt yourself calm down but you knew once you walked out, those feelings were going to arise once more.

the night went on and you got frustrated even more as you noticed jake was still in deep conversation with the same three girls. you visibly rolled your eyes as you sat down on one of the couches sipping on your drink. you felt a little tipsy a few minutes later and decided to dance. besides, you didn’t need anyone to dance and have a good time — so that’s what you did.

as the night went on you had fun by yourself. you were accompanied by tara for a few minutes before she got whisked away by her other friends. it was around midnight when you got tired of being alone. you went around the room searching for jake. as you reached him it was just one girl left. you tugged on his arm. “m’ready to go.” your eyes brows were furrowed as you refused to make eye contact with him.

he looked down and smiled until he heard the tone in your voice. “whats wrong?” he questioned not sure where your hostility came from.

“nothing, i just want to go home.” you huffed, combing a hand through your sweaty hair. jake obliged bidding goodbye to the girl before taking your hand in his and leading you out of the building. as soon as you got out you removed your hand from his.

once again jake shrugged it off assuming you had still been off because of something at the party. you drove home and did what you needed to do to get into bed before you laid down. you were quiet as you pulled the covers over you.

“y/n?” jake called out from the restroom. receiving no response he turned off the light and walked into the bedroom. “y/n..” he spoke again, he knew you hadn’t been asleep. it usually took you awhile to fall into a slumber.

he walked up to you. “y/n.” his tone more serious.

“what…” you groaned not feeling like speaking to him.

“why are you ignoring me?” he put his arms up. he was starting to become irritated at your silence.

“i’m not ignoring you.” you turned over on your back to look up at him.

“then why are you acting so… just not you?” his hands were clenched in fists which you noticed.

“maybe because you were practically flirting with those girls at tara’s party? you saw them. they were all giggling and laughing and ‘oh jake you’re so strong!’ and you just stood there and let it happen.” you sat up as you explained what made your blood boil earlier.

“are you serious?” he asked in disbelief. “baby, i wasn’t flirting! they just came up to me and i didn’t want to be rude.” he explained but you were reluctant to give him the attention.

“whatever jake.” you took a long deep breath as you tried to calm yourself down and avoided picturing the scene you had just described, in your head.

he sat down beside you. “y/n, i’m yours. why are you acting like this? you know i’m yours.” he placed a hand on your thigh. you continued to stay quiet secretly loving the way his hand was rubbing your thigh.

he then leaned forward stopping beside your ear. “need me to show you?” he purred. you hated how wet you immediately became as he suggested what he said. your heart began to race as his hand trailed higher toward your center. he moved a finger lightly on your clit sending a jolt of electricity up your body.

you couldn’t help but spread your thighs allowing him more access. he moved your sleep shorts to the side along with your underwear and made contact with your clit. your mouth fell open at the sensation. “pretty pussy, just f’me?”

you refused to nod or speak. jake noticed you biting your lip. he felt himself harden at how much arousal had been oozing out of you and couldn’t help himself as he palmed his dick over his boxers. “look what you do to me?” he groaned as he continued his actions, pleasing himself while pleasing you. you moaned as jake’s fingers moved slowly over your clit over and over tortuously. “cmon baby, speak.” he begged, wanting nothing more than for you to quit being mad with him.

your eyes fluttered shut as he kept stimulating you. you felt his fingers falter as he was trying to multitask by pleasing the both of you. you couldn’t take it any longer as you moved your hand to place on his cock replacing his own. he audibly moaned louder at your actions. you pulled away and then reached your hand inside his boxers to properly wrap your hand around his cock. you twisted and pumped his hand up and down. “you’re mine?” you asked, your tone laced with something he couldn’t identify.

he tried to move his fingers to continue pleasing you more but the way you were handling his dick had his actions faltering. his dick twitched in his hand as you spoke again, “you promise?”

he nodded aggressively as he felt his lower stomach tighten. “promise, i’m yours.”

you smiled loving when jake was compliant. you jerked him off to the point where his legs were shaking and as soon as you felt his dick twitch once — you pulled away.

he opened his eyes at the loss of touch. “n-no, cmon baby. please.” he begged, his dick painfully hard and sticking out of his boxers; staining them with his precum.

“beg more, baby.” you stood up removing your shirt and shorts. you felt your arousal in between your thighs. “i’ll give you what you want if you ask nicely.” you batted your lashes

“please please please baby.” he whimpered, the angelic sound going straight to your core. he was gripping the duvet he sat on leaning his weight back onto his arms. you went ahead and straddled him purposefully grinding your core on his cock earning a low groan from his lips. “fuck — baby, please make me cum. make me feel good.”

you nodded feeling a bit bad that you let him wait long enough for his orgasm to slowly start slipping away from his grasp. “i’ll make you feel good baby.” you grabbed his jaw pecking his lips multiple times.

you reached into his boxers one more time bringing out his red irritated cock. you then moved your underwear aside and lined him up with your entrance. you didn’t hesitate before sinking down onto him letting out a moan in relief followed by a whine coming from jake.

you were quick to move up and down, grinding down on him to try to stimulate your clit again. “God…” you moaned letting your head drop forward. jake thrusted up into you causing you to jolt as he nudged your g-spot. “fuck yeah…” noises fell out of your mouth we you felt his tip hit that spot that drive you crazy. “you’re mine right jakey? all mine?” you asked him as he made his home inside you.

“fuck — all yours baby. all yours. this dick, my mouth, my body. every part of me is yours, truly.” he rambled on, dumb-fucked by how good you were taking him.

his words egged you on until you felt your own legs shaking. “mmm — so close. gonna cum, baby boy? be a good boy for me and cum; let go.” you wailed as you felt your own orgasm rushing toward you. you finally released as you felt jake’s thrusts stutter and a spurt of moans escape his pink lips.

his arms buckles as he fell onto his back on the bed while you were still straddling him. he had a lazy smile plastered on his face. “love it when you ride me.” he spoke up. “maybe i should flirt with other girls more huh?” he joked, earning a playful slap to his chest. “ow! i’m kidding im kidding.”

© willowrites

taglist: @tloufein @ireallywantsomepizzarn

[gay-dorito-dust]

this isnt thag detailed but can i request percy jackson x reader (platonic) where they first meet (as well as with annabeth since she was with him at the time I think) for the first time in the labyrinth and turns out reader is percy’s older half sibling? if not that, then just maybe general headcanons of percy having an older half sibling

I’ll probs just do the head-cannon for this one. 🦦

The moment Percy found out that you were his half sibling, the relief that came with no longer having to have an entire cabin with the low grey walls to himself would follow.

As it would ultimately meant he was finally freed from soul crushing loneliness he’s felt ever since being claimed after beginning to get use to the warmth and liveliness of that of the Hermes Cabin.

Seeing those empty bunks taunted and mocked him every waking moment, serving as a reminder that no matter how powerful of a Demi-god you were, you were no more helpless against the grim reality of being a forbidden child of the most powerful gods of the Greek pantheon.

However with this revelation came the urge to protect his newfound family and with that came moments of tension, especially the ones where Percy tended to forget that you were capable -if not more- in taking care of yourself when it mattered most, seeing as Percy had a tendency to put himself at the forefront of danger if it meant protecting the people who mattered so dearly to him; You being one of those very people he’d gladly act in reckless abandon in favour for your safety.

You hated this about him as no matter how long you’ve met him for, you weren’t going to stand by and willingly let your little brother place himself in dangerous situations for you.

Loyalty maybe his fatal flaw, your fatal flaw on the other hand was devotion.

Devotion to your family, your friends and loved ones, so much so to the point when you’d sacrifice everything for them, even if it was to your own detriment and eventual downfall, as long as they were safe and happy nothing else mattered.

Percy would go to war for you and you would happily go to war for him tenfold.

You; don’t do anything stupid till I get back.

Percy: how can I? you’re taking all the stupid with you.

You: jerk

Percy: bitch

If you were to ever have a crush on someone or someone starts making moves on you, fucking watch out cuz little bro Percy had a few choice words for ‘em and is hellbent on knowing their intentions with his older sibling. You deserve the best but in Percy’s eyes, not many people make the final cut.

However his interrogations were equal parts hilarious and embarrassing for you for multiple reasons but after the first few times you’ve told him off for doing so, you’ve given up and just let him act as though his words would sway anything into his favour, you could always just sneak out and meet them elsewhere; preferably away from any body of water but primarily the lake where you knew Percy and yourself would often frequent when in need of feeling closer to the one thing connecting you to your father.

But on this occasion, you severely underestimated your little brother.

You; Percy get out of the lake, people are begging to stare.

Percy: not until the sibling stealer behind you stops flirting. *he says whilst standing knee deep in the canoe lake, ready to super soak someone to the bone.*

You, groaning as you looked over at Luke who looked about ready to use you as a shield again your own brother, sending him an apologetic smile; I’m sorry about my IDIOTIC BROTHER, he tends to severely overreact, especially over the little things.

Percy, hands on his hips, staring at Luke murderously: who are you talking about, I don’t overreact. I just want to talk to him. Here. in the water. Where I have full dominion over.

You: I have full dominion over the water too fuckhead and like hell I’d let you interrogate him.

Percy, whilst still looking at Luke before walking off to find Grover and or Annabeth; you’re lucky enough to live another day.

Much like any sibling dynamic you take the piss out of each other but the moment someone else thinks it’s cool to do so also, it’s game over for them as an temporary alliance between you two is formed to defeat a common enemy before going back to taking the piss out of one another as per usual.

You: you’re such a sore looser fish breath

Percy: says you coral for brains

Some random camper; yeah, coral for brains.

You and Percy looking at the random camper; the fuck did you just say? Would you care to repeat or start running.

Random camper; *sweats and runs away as though they’ve just shit themselves.*

I think I’ve went on long enough but all in all, Percy was just ecstatic that he wasn’t alone anymore.

[aesthetevolans]

what genshin ships i ship because i want to rant about them

disclaimer if you don't ship these that's totally cool please don't attack me ok

kaebedo - agh like so first of all: the pining. like i bet these bitches were staring at each other in the halls of the favonius building and every time kaeya would drop off klee with albedo they would just stare at each other a little too long and klee would be like "uh guys?"

established relationship i feel like kaeya's love language is gift giving and albedo's love language is acts of service. they leave each other little flowers or notes by their doors/on their desks during their days <3

kaeya's really touchy but respects albedo's space and knows he doesn't like a lot of that. but when albedo initiates the touch kaeya goes fucking bonkers

chili/tartali/zhongchi - ok so childe fell first and MUCH harder than zhongli did. but zhongli did catch feelings after a bit and was like "of course it had to be the rascal from snezhnaya. of course." established relationship: zhongli gives childe massages a lot because he's always sore from fighting :> and at first childe was self conscious bc he has a lot of scars (i also headcanon childe has moles/freckles all over his body) which he was nervous about zhongli seeing but zhongli just like completely affirmed him that he was beautiful <333

childe's love language is physical touch and zhongli's love language is gift giving :)))

heikazu/kazuhei - so like. hc heizou intentionally pretended to not figure out kazuha's case when he was a fugitive because he was too pretty to be arrested :pleading eyes: and like after the vision hunt decree is over they start to talk and theY PINE SO FUCKING HARD. VERY HIGH LEVELS OF PINING ALERT ALERT

i think kazuha would confess first through a poem and despite heizou being smart he can't get this poem through his dummy thicc skull and didn't even realize he was confessed to until months later lol. yada yada yada they confess they kiss and they date. and despite their relationship being long-distance because kazuha's still a traveler, they always cherish the moments they do have together :> (both of their love languages are quality time)

thomato - these gays. THESE GAY PEOPLE. so like. they both fell hard but i think ayato fell first tbh. but he was like in denial about it cuz yk "oh he's my housekeeper" but he just couldn't stop thinking about thoma and gave in to his feelings heheh established relationship: thoma calls ayato by his name in private and "my lord" in public, but has slipped up once or twice and the other maids at the estate were like wtf lmao. hc thoma is even more caring and devoted as before and ayato makes sure he takes care of himself and rests properly :) and when thoma gets sick, ayato forces him to stay in bed and just spoils him with love and care eheheheeh

ayato's love language is physical touch and thoma's love language is acts of service. ayato's may come as a surprise but i feel like this man is so unbelievably touch starved that as soon as the two of them are in private ayato immediately goes to hug/cuddle with thoma lol

kavetham/haikaveh - and they were roommates.

so. alhaitham originally hated having kaveh around but eventually got used to and even enjoyed his company (he'd never admit it, of course) but they both have their routines - kaveh makes coffee in the morning for the both of them, and despite alhaitham never allowing anyone else to make coffee for him, he lets kaveh because kaveh knows exactly how he likes it. one morning when kaveh had to leave early, he left alhaitham's coffee on his nightstand for him :> hc they confessed in the middle of an argument, like "IT'S BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, OKAY?" and hilarity ensues.

alhaitham's love language is acts of service and kaveh's love language is words of affirmation. haitham will write "i love you" super small on the bottoms of kaveh's sketches just to see if he notices ehheh

cynonari/cynari - these two. cyno definitely fell first and has been pining since like their akademiya days lol. cyno kept visiting tighnari constantly in avidya and it got to the point where tighnari asked him why he visited so much and cyno simply said "because i love you" and that was that lots of sleepy cuddles together, late night chats, long tcg games ~

cyno's love language is words of affirmation and tighnari's love language is physical touch. tighnari just always wants to hold cyno's hand or let him touch his ears/tail. tighnari will randomly say "i love you" whenever they're doing literally anything together, and it always catches cyno offguard lol

thanks for reading my massive long fucking rant lol

[wystiix]

"just take it slow, and move your feet to the beat."

❥ pairing: furina x gn!reader ❥ synopsis: So it's all finally over, Furina was free from the restraints of the curse and now she could live as a normal human being. Oh, but oh shit! What is it like to live as a human? A very strange concept to grasp indeed. ❥ cw: post-archon quest spoilers (fontaine), angst, first fic so it may be a bit ew but anyways ❥ additional tags: second pov perspective, reader is not traveler ❥ word count: 2.7k ❥ notes: remind me to NEVER write again because what the shit why is this so long. but yeah anyways my first fic woohoo 🗣️🗣️ i jsut want to get this out of my drafts like please this has been bugging me I HAVE SCHOOL TOO OMLKSDJSAJ. also this is kinda based off my last relationship cuz like my ex pushed me away and allat yk (i'm praying to god they don't see this). but ye reader is kinda a bitch like towards the end btw. i wrote this mainly in a romantic perspective, but this can also be interpreted as platonic!! yahoo enjoy <33

Humans are complex beings.

Tapestries of contradictions, thoughts and emotions, all woven together into the fabric of mere existence. They can wear masks, putting them on as a display for the appeal of others. Other times, they put on a mask to deceive—making others believe they are something that they are not. Perhaps if they fake it just a little more to an extent, even the divine could be fooled.

People may do it to gain approval. Others may do it for self-satisfaction. Whatever their reason, they have the choice to remove their mask at any point.

Furina, on the other hand, had to put on that facade for five hundred years. All that, in order to fool the Heavenly Principles and to free Fontaine from its prophecy.

In that, she succeeded.

Ever since Focalors’ execution, she was freed from the curse that had been laid upon her for centuries. The restraints and pressure to conform to the public persona she had put on to please the citizens of Fontaine. That, of course, meant that she could finally live her life. Not as an Archon, but as a normal human being.

But how does one conform to the reality of human existence? Especially since she’d been in the guise of a god her entire life?

Furina was so used to presenting herself as a performer for so long that the experiences of mortals and her identity have been fractured and completely out of reach. She couldn’t even begin to grasp the nuances of mundane human interactions. Usually, she’d sit around, observing the humans– people around her. 

Differences flurried.

Some faces radiated with joy and their laughter could be heard like a choir of tinkling bells in the air. Others wept, perhaps even grieving, in the arms of their loved ones. Arguments erupted in one corner, and people’s raised voices could be heard.

Different faces and different emotions, all in one area. Very common human experiences—they all acted differently too.

As she continued to observe, it was apparent that they all had something quite similar: they all seemed genuine and had someone there to stick with them. If one person cracked a joke, they had someone to laugh with. If they were crying, they had someone’s shoulder to cry on.

Amidst all, the realisation struck her. It was painfully clear and it was being shoved right at her face. There was something they possessed that Furina herself lacked: authenticity.

Everything she did for the past five hundred years was an act. And she did it alone.

Sure, she was well-known throughout Fontaine—she did make sure to flaunt herself with a sprinkle of dramatic flair to protect her title as an “Archon” of the nation and to be seen as capable. She also had assistance from her Iudex, Neuvillette, working closely with him.

Other than that, she never had many friends throughout her life. She was lonely. Now that she wasn’t an “Archon” anymore, she felt she wasn’t needed. It was like she was going to get discarded now that she wasn’t making that false claim anymore.

That was until she met you.

You were but a passerby, strolling through the city, when the sound of soft sniffles caught your attention. Your footsteps led you outside the Opera Epiclese. There by the fountain, you caught a glimpse of Furina’s figure hunched over, her tears glistening in the faint light of dusk. The evening air was thick as you observed her from a distance. You hesitated, not wanting to intrude on her in her sorrowful and seemingly private state. Oh, but your empath instincts were acting up. Something urged you forward.

You took one step. Then another. And another. Until you found yourself standing before her, just a few feet away to keep a distance, each movement being out of impulse. Was your body on auto-pilot, perhaps? It wasn’t until—

“Lady Furina, is everything alright?” you asked gently.

Furina looked up at the sound of your voice, a little startled. Shit, was she not crying silently enough? In an attempt to mask the redness in her eyes, she quickly wiped her tears away and straightened up to her usual composed demeanour. Her crying was not a pretty sight, and she definitely did not want a passerby to see her in this state.

“I’m perfectly fine,” she lied in between sniffles, her voice wavering despite the attempt to appear nonchalant.

You stared at her. “Uhm, you sure? Your eyes seem all… puffy.”

Furina blinked, caught off-guard by your simple observation. “Puffy?” she echoed. She glanced down at the water fountain to examine her face.

While she was aware of the fact that she was not blessed enough to be a pretty crier, she may have underestimated how ugly crying actually was, because sweet Celestia she looked like she’d been stung by twenty angry bees. Her eyes were not only puffed up as you have mentioned, but her dark circles were more prominent, and her cheeks appeared inflamed and swollen.

“It’s nothing!” she insisted, waving her hand dismissively. Though, her gaze faltered as she glanced away from you.

You weren’t convinced. “It doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“But it is nothing. It’s not like I’m crying. I’m just…” she trailed off, unable to form a proper sentence. “Just… don’t look at me like this. I’m not particularly at my best look as of right now, and I’d hate to display myself openly to a citizen. It’s humiliating.”

The air was thick with shrouded silence, and her closed-off body language indicated her hesitance to continue this awkward conversation. 

“Hey, I don't know if this means much hearing from a citizen as you call it,” you said. “But it's okay to cry. I'm not going to judge you for it.”

Furina blinked at you, her tears still cascading down her cheeks.

You shifted awkwardly in your spot, attempting to stand straight. “I may be a stranger and all, but I consider myself a good listener,” you professed, before briefly rubbing the back of your neck. “Then again, you don't have to talk about it if you're not keen to. I apologise for intruding. I could always go—”

“No, actually, uhm,” she cleared her throat. “I could use some company. I suppose that I, Furina, shall grant you the honour to grace you with mine own presence. Sit with me, dearest commoner.”

She patted the empty spot next to her, and you complied.

“My apologies, it seems I haven't introduced myself properly. I'm [Name],” you say.

She nodded. “Furina. As you may have already known.”

And from that simple interaction alone, a newfound bond blossomed, akin to a beautiful rose that had just sprouted in a garden. That day, being the best throughout her whole five-hundred years of living, because she made the greatest decision ever—giving you a chance to sit with her and opening up to you, because then, she could also have the chance to be with you.

Furina had a mass amount of free time in her hands now that she was, well, free. And she was more than willing to do it all with you.

People like you were difficult to come by. You were attentive, open-minded, considerate and caring. Throughout your time with her, you’ve always adhered to her needs—from surfing with her, to purchasing her most-wanted item in her shopping list no matter how useless, to actually reading any book she recommended, to watching her direct a film. It was not like she could complain, you both thoroughly enjoyed each other's company.

Ah. Was this what she was missing out on throughout her whole life? She felt much calmer and… happier. She’d never known such a feeling, the fact that she was able to let her guard down around you, the warmth seeping through her entire being. Furina was starting to appreciate the little gestures, the little mundane experiences humans experienced through you.

Even so, a sense of doubt crept into her head, agonisingly swallowing her being little by little. There was a shitload of things she was capable of doing, she is the Furina who acted without any celestial or divine powers, which was beyond impressive. But when it came to relying on others, she was practically braindead and felt completely lost. Her first instinct was to isolate herself and push others away and you were no exception.

However, you stayed patient, trying to be the attentive and understanding person you were and listened intently.

“It’s like learning a new dance,” you would say as you stroked her hair, gently wiping her tears away. “You don’t aimlessly move around and expect to make a cohesive dance routine. It takes patience, taking baby steps and feeling the rhythm. Just take it slow, and move your feet to the beat.” You paused before adding, “I promise, I’ll always be here.”

She nodded, leaning into your touch. “And I promise to show you the same amount of affection you’ve given to me.”

One, two, three. Each basic step, slow and deliberate. Miss Furina had familiarised herself with performing arts, so it wasn’t a surprise that she was skilled in the area of dancing. This time, she was following your lead.

It almost made her feel bad that you'd be willing to do anything for her.

One, two, three.

However, like a rose in the garden, it was bound to die eventually. 

For your sake, she’d often mask whenever she felt any sort of negativity and play it off as something foolish. Hell, it felt foolish and idiotic. How dare she feel that way after the countless times you’ve reassured her?

One, two, three.

Whenever she felt out of sync and faltered, she would retreat immediately, often needing time alone by herself. You didn’t press further and would watch her isolate herself in her room. The rhythm was quite unfamiliar, but you shrugged it off. Perhaps it’d be something she’d get over and will be fixed eventually?

One, two, three.

That didn’t happen. It happened more and more often. The breaks occurred frequently, and Furina grew increasingly distant from you. The promise you bestowed grew emptier and emptier each passing day. 

One, two, three.

But she is trying her best. She really is. It’s been hard.

One, two, three.

“Hey, I’m not going to do anything. Just take it slow, breathe. Take a deep breath in… and out.”

One, two, three.

It had been months, almost a year now. You felt as though you were the one shouldering the burden of this relationship, leaving you utterly drained.

One, two, three.

The metronome ticked. The rhythm was far too unfamiliar for you.

One, two, three.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Furina looked at you as you stood by her door, confusion etching her features. “Pardon?”

You sighed heavily. “How long will this last? Do I not matter to you?”

“...What prompted this?”

“I'm not sure, maybe for the past few months you’ve been actively avoiding me and completely shutting down my efforts to help you?”

“No, [Name], it’s not that! You just don’t understand. I just… I just need some time—”

“Don’t understand what, exactly?” you snapped. “I'm trying my best to be patient with you, I really am but I can’t do that if every fucking thing is about you. I feel like I’m the only one trying to put effort into this, but you keep pushing me away. It’s like you don’t even fucking care. C'est exaspérant, I’m tired.”

Her lip trembled and she could feel the tears form in the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Shove it up your ass, Furina,” you place a hand on your forehead as if you were pushing back the impending headache that was forming. “I don’t want to hear it. How about instead of spouting empty apologies, you actually do something and try to put in some real effort, yeah?”

“But I am trying!” she protested.

"Sure you are. You don't even seem like you acknowledge the things I'm doing for you,” you retorted, trying to ignore the fat tear that rolled down her cheek. You averted your gaze away from her and got ready to leave. “I’ll just go.”

Furina’s heart dropped, more tears spilled from her eyes. She got up to grab your arm. “Wait, please. Don’t leave.”

You stood still, not turning your head towards her. “That’s new.”

“Huh?”

You jerked your arm away from her touch. “That’s new,” you repeated. “What happened to your ‘I want to be alone’s, hm?”

“Why are you asking such ridiculous questions?!” she croaked, almost sounding like a whine before shaking her head. “No, I won’t allow it! Stay with me for a little longer, please. Can we just talk about this later?”

“Give me one good reason why.”

“I’ll do better, I promise!” she pleaded. Archons it was hard to get her word across and think straight when her throat was practically constricting while she was fucking bawling in front of you, but her desperation palpable. She didn’t care if she looked ugly, she didn’t care if her eyes burned like hell. This was far more important.

“You’ve said that for the umpteenth time,” you take a deep breath to prevent yourself from exploding because this goddamn headache was not helping at all. “This isn’t the first time you promised that, you’ve been ‘promising’ that for almost a year. It’s losing its meaning and, if I’m being honest, I don’t believe it anymore.”

Furina couldn’t find the words to respond to that. The deafening silence enveloped the room shortly before you broke it with a sigh. “Yeah, I should get goi—” “I’m just afraid.”

The words hung heavy in the air, taking a while for you to process it. You wanted to ignore it but something was holding you back. “Afraid of what?”

“Afraid that I’ll end up pushing you away for good,” her voice was barely audible. “I don’t want to make things worse for you if I suddenly open up.”

“You know,” you shook your head, the frustration was bubbling up. “It’s actually ironic because that’s the problem. That’s exactly what you’re doing right now. You’re doing everything you can that pushes me away further than anything else ever could.”

She hated how she couldn’t deny it.

“So what now?” she sniffled, her tears flowing more freely. “You’re just going to walk away just like that?”

“I have to. You're exhausting.”

And you did. Those were the last words she heard from you before you walked out the door. You never entered it since.

One, two, three.

Promises are fragile things. In the end, they are merely just words. It's funny how words alone can shatter someone so easily.

Every day, Furina would sit by the same fountain where you met, hoping to catch the glimpse of your figure walking by. She would look into your favourite places and special spots where you used to hang out, hoping you'd at least be there and patch things up.

You never did, not even once did you come.

She could never do the same things she loved the same anymore, because it often reminded her of you. Each time, she’d envision your silhouette, leaving empty spaces in places where you would normally stand or sit next to her.

So here she was in this position again. The lonely vessel she always was since the day she was created for the sake of the prophecy. Was this her fate? Could she find any peace of mind at all?

“I shan’t sulk like this,” she scolded herself. “I am the Furina, for Archons’ sake! I know better than to further humiliate myself like this.”

She wiped away her tears and straightened up. Acting like this as if Teyvat just exploded over one person was pathetic.

Just take it slow, and move your feet to the beat, she recalls you saying.

There was still time to heal. You weren't there anymore, but she still had to keep pushing through it.

It’s like a dance.

That line still echoed in her head.

One, two, three. The metronome still ticked. She had to move on. 

Furina still danced. She still had to take it slowly, step by step. Eventually, she will regain her footing—just this time, alone.

[cultofdixon]

Falling for the archer

What dating / being married to Daryl Dixon would be like • Grimes’ little sister!reader / Eldest Greene sister!reader [doin’ both cuz why tf not] • ANGST/SFW/NSFW

Requested by: @witch-of-letters

Rick Grimes’ Little Sister

Dating

Let’s be real, Rick Grimes would wish he was still in a coma if he saw you—his little sister—with a man that tried to kill him for what he did to his older brother

But when you look a little deeper in that situation, he would’ve reacted the same way if someone had done that to you

But y’all weren’t together in the quarry. People assumed such by how comfortable Daryl was around you.

The man gave you an ounce of his trust in the very beginning because you didn’t treat him like an asshole [like a certain home wrecker cop…]

It grew from there and had its moments. Daryl didn’t want to act on this feeling growing inside of him until he knew that you felt the same way.

But you were also struggling with the same brewing feelings that you’ve had since the ambush on the quarry campsite. Daryl knew you had the strength to defend yourself, but the second he arrived he took out every sicko that came your way. That when it was all over, the archer quickly scanned your person to make sure you were alright

The two of you really wanted to ignore your feelings because of the whole “end of the world who would have time for this?” spiel but the universe had other plans.

2 incidents happened

Daryl drunkenly confessed his brewing feelings the night at the CDC and given that the man was drunk and you were in shock hearing that come from him, he simply wished he died right then and there thinking he must’ve scared you off. But when waking the next day to the worse hangover, he saw you sleeping on the couch across from him and a glass of water with some pain killers were placed on the table for him. He indeed didn’t scare you off but was afraid he ruined something

But the other incident was at the farm when the “walker” got shot and revealed itself to be Daryl. Rick had to pry you off Andrea when you managed to get a hold of her. Daryl heard about the incident from Glenn after he left the Greene house and went to recover in the comforts of his tent.

He had to go look for you once it was night enough to get some alone time with you.

“You’re a crazy son of a bitch for picking a fight”

“Maybe if you didn’t get hurt, didn’t get lost, and didn’t get shot by Ms. Trigger Happy—I wouldn’t have had to give her a piece of my mind”

“Why do you care so much for somebody like me?”

“Because I can! And I’m falling in love with you! I’m done ignoring my feelings…I couldn’t…I wouldn’t live with myself if you died without knowing how I felt”

Typical for the other party to confess their feelings first with Daryl Dixon. But all he needed was that confirmation before closing the space between the two of you and pressing his lips firmly against yours.

Yeah. Rick shouldn’t have been on watch that night cuz he saw y’all kissing. But given how you almost beat Andrea to a pulp, he wasn’t going to get in the way right away.

Daryl didn’t want to stop kissing you, or let you go for the matter. But he knew if you didn’t go back to your tent that night, someone would come looking for you. And he didn’t want anybody else in those moments that he just wanted it to be the two of you.

The two of you found small moments to be by yourselves and admire the other. Even when their time at the farm was getting cut short by a number of events.

Sophia…Dale…Shane…the fire

When the fire happened and everyone’s first thought was to get the hell out of there, that was when Rick knew for himself that Daryl wouldn’t do any harm given how protective the archer was when you were last to join back on the highway. He met you halfway checking every part of you before pulling you into his embrace and squeezing the life outta yea.

Guess you can say when the “indirect seal of approval” from Rick Grimes came into play, that you started dating Daryl.

Or whatever dating is in the apocalypse.

Daryl isn’t one to be flashy in the relationship and you respected that, but that didn’t stop him from at least trying.

He always wanted to be close to you in any sort of way, for the most part it was sitting next to you by the fire…on the overturn car keeping watch…in your cell…the list could go on.

Sometimes Daryl would take your hand when you’d least expect it and it brought on the butterflies. His hands made yours feel extremely small and brought on a lot of thoughts that were proven later.

The times you would be more intimate even if it was just a short kiss was when no one was around. As stated before. Daryl likes having these moments in private.

Daryl knew it could be a bit unfair, he didn’t want anyone else in your bubble and he especially didn’t like the way those who didn’t know about the two of you—look at you like your fair game. Really only the farm group knows.

But he will say he was amused by how you handled those situations.

“Hey good looking wanna—-“

“Nope. Go away” Y/N got up from the tables in the prison trying to physically leave and when the man cornered her. Daryl was about to to take care of this guy and reveal to everybody about the two, but suddenly the man met the concrete floor after Y/N grabbed the book she was reading off the table and using it as a weapon.

“Crazy bi—-“ he was cut off by her dropping her book on his face and walking away.

That lead to Daryl wanting to take a leap of faith one day.

“Y/N”

“Oh hey D. I just finished getting the truck ready for the run with Sasha later. Did yea—“

Daryl cut her off by pressing his lips against hers feeling her arms instinctively wrap around his neck.

To the Woodbury folk, it came as a shock. Meanwhile, Carol got Glenn’s oatmeal packets for the bet they made about how long it would take for them to be out and open about it.

Since then he’s been a bit more open to public affection.

He’s still not the biggest about it being public but he secretly likes it. Especially when he hears you talk about how great of a man he is to Maggie. Even if part of him doesn’t believe it.

It still takes what feels like forever to get Daryl to believe the words you say to him. He gets the warm feeling in his chest during the moment and you can tell when he starts to feel his insecurities get the best of him.

Which brings into discussion—his scars

He never wanted you to see them and you never pry.

There was a moment in Alexandria where you walked in on him changing and he felt his whole body tense when the door opened. But he instantly relaxed when he heard you say that you were turning around. He didn’t even get his shirt on when he approached you and wanting to get closer to you by letting you see what he’s most ashamed of.

That leap, lead to more. You’ve always felt loved with Daryl even when he doesn’t say it often, and with that moment of him showing his scars…his anxieties about losing you to someone better has washed away.

Now to be a bit more chaotic…

Daryl respected your boundaries and went at your speed when it came to sex. But according to you, he has a look that would get yea going and there was one time he unintentionally did said look when you were talking to your older brother

“Y/N yea listening?” Rick waves his hand in front of your face as you were focused on Daryl looking your direction.

Daryl was waiting to go on a run with you and didn’t know that he was giving you that “look” when you were trying to take down what Rick needed.

“Y/N!” Rick yells only for his sister to sock him in the gut in response.

“I heard you! Now I gotta take fucking care of something before we go” You state before approaching Daryl and grabbing him by the arm heading back inside to take care of “business”.

[A/N: I used pronouns and then didn’t use pronouns in this,,,so my bad]

“The look” is really just taking up any opportunity. Not that Daryl’s complaining.

But there was one morning when you woke before Daryl could leave the bedroom first because Rick knows y’all are dating but doesn’t know y’all share a bedroom…

Bc you didn’t in the prison to respect Daryl’s feelings about feeling confined in a cell

You entered the living room without checking if Daryl left your bed or not and was about to get some water when Rick asked what you were doing last night.

Then cue Daryl coming down thinking Rick wouldn’t be in there and being met with the man’s attention.

“That’s what you were doin’ last night”

“…Yes”

“Yknow four people live in this place right”

“Yes”

“Y/N—-“

“Does Carl know about you and Michonne?”

“Okay. I’m just gonna ignore this so you don’t use that against me”

Engaged to Married

Daryl’s thing when going on runs is finding trinkets or anything that’ll make you smile. That was the one thing you’ve kept with you since the fall of the prison to after the wolves attack.

Daryl found you placing the things he found you on the shelves in your shared room because they bring you joy.

That one day, you went into your room after a long day and saw a small box. Being confused by the new item, you picked it up and opened it.

Only for all of Alexandria to hear you scream off the top of your lungs. If Daryl didn’t inform some…yeah people would think someone broke in again

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

Daryl stood at the gazebo watching Y/N approach him with the ring box in hand.

“Why didn’t you do this the right way?!”

“Uhm. Because…” Daryl took the box and instantly got down on one knee to open it presenting it to Y/N. “I planned this out…and I’m asking you now. Will yea marry me?”

“Yes! I will always say yes!”

Daryl didn’t have to ask for Rick’s blessing, because the two went on a run together when the archer found the ring and was like “You should propose with that, when yea ready”

As much as the group literally had a pastor—-the two of you wanted Rick to officiate and you kept it intimate. With only the group you first came to Alexandria with. And Aaron and Eric. The only Alexandrians Daryl trusted so far.

Being married, honestly didn’t feel very different to Daryl. Except that you two now have a place for yourselves and he really didn’t have to worry about any other guy looking your direction.

Besides. The man likes to leave marks in obvious places. Even slightly before y’all got married, no one even tried because you were marked and Daryl scared most of the men.

Waking up next to you in your own place was the best. Daryl didn’t have to get up right away and not alone for the matter. He’d roll over if he wasn’t already facing you and bring you close that you tiredly wrap yourself around him. The morning sex is a bonus too

You would always take his sweatshirts which were his least worn shirt until much later. He loved seeing you in his shirts but more specifically when he’d come home to you wearing only his shirt.

The two of you gained a routine where either of you would always throw up “I love you” in sign language whenever he went on runs or you would see him during your break from the infirmary. Daryl signed such to you when he was being whisked away by the Saviors and that was the only time it broke you.

Even when all the bad happened and you reunited, the promise Daryl made the day you were married…you made again when he latched onto you the second you walked through Hilltop’s doors.

I will always be by your side until the end, even if someone or something gets in the way. I will always find my way back to you.

The Eldest Greene Sister

Dating

Hershel wasn’t the only one to not like the new comers. But you were more open to bringing people in than he was.

“You don’t know what they’ll do”

“I know for a fact that they wanted to save their kid. What happens next? We’ll approach it with an open mind, old man”

“Don’t talk to me like that. Please”

“Sorry dad”

You and your sister Maggie were the only open minded ones when it came to the two officers and an injured child, multiplying into a whole group.

And Maggie wasn’t the only one that gained an interest in someone in their group.

But you were more risky with the whole “take on the biggest man in the room” in a literal and non-literal sense.

Daryl noticed how relaxed you were when things got heated with the group vs the Greene family. But also noticed a part of you didn’t really care for what your family argued. Guess you were also the black sheep in your family.

The first time the two of you ever talked was about trying to find Sophia. The group wanting to rest up while the archer wanted to go back out there and given the few protests. You figured you’d help the guy without any of them knowing.

Little did you know that he’d take your stubborn bitch of a horse.

The group that came knew Daryl had left to look for Sophia but the Greene family didn’t know that you went out after him. Because again, your horse is easily startled. Finding Daryl wasn’t the hardest thing in the world because these were your woods, your solitude even in this new hell. You ignored your horse completely when you realized that its rider is no longer on him or in the surrounding area.

Daryl thought he was hallucinating when you found him. Given he’s been seeing Merle. You were instantly stressed out given the arrow in his side and didn’t even think about bringing any form of first aid.

“Are you an Angel?”

Y/N laughs to the question as she pressed down on the bleeding wound making him grip onto her arm. “Far from it, honey”

That pet name stuck.

As you were helping Daryl walk back to the farm after several moments of him talking to the blood loss. You heard the yelling and thought nothing of it but when a few of the men from his group came running toward the two. It clicked that he must’ve been labeled as a Walker by their lookout. As the group got closer and it was revealed to them who it was…your anxiety got the best of you shoving Daryl quickly to the ground and that’s when the shot rang through.

Daryl groans from impact and heard the thud beside him seeing the eldest Greene sister through blurred vision gripping her arm.

Who woulda thought almost dying is what brought y’all together

I’m kidding.

But it did show to Daryl that you weren’t a threat of any kind. Even if you did prove that to him a few times already.

The two of you grew close when it was revealed that Sophia was one of the walkers in the barn. He didn’t think he had to hear what you had to say…let alone be vulnerable

“Why do yea care?”

“Are you serious?”

“Look sunshine—I don’t need to fucking hear some “it happens for a reason” bullshit out your ranch hand mouth just le—-“

“Nah. You listen here, sugar.” Y/N shoved Daryl back knowing damn well he was still recovering. Hell so was she. “A fuckton of my family was in there and I didn’t know what my bitch of an old man was doing until the rest of y’all knew. I’ve lost enough of people to know that shit happens at random. But as long as I knew…it wouldn’t eat me alive for the rest of my life. I hated not knowing what happened but sometimes that just happens too…isn’t it better to know that this happened instead of beating yourself up for not findin’ her?”

“…She wasn’t even mine”

“Doesn’t mean it don’t hurt yea too”

Something about what you said, glued him to your side and you weren’t complaining. Because who woulda thought at the end of the world you found someone that understands yea. Even if some of the things you say, worries the guy.

You’re an honest person and everyone appreciates that. Daryl especially.

But sometimes your honesty sparks unwanted anxiety and made few turn a bit resentful even if you were also the one that would do anything and everything to provide for the group.

Even before y’all became official, Daryl found himself silently checking up on you and one night at the prison before the infusion of new people…You sat beside him outside the prison leaning against him and letting him keep you close.

The prison era is when y’all confessed. Or more so Daryl did…and you returned once you “returned”

The medicine got to their people in time before anymore could go through death’s door. But as the others woke up, you still laid unconscious. Daryl never left your side the second the medicine got in and his anxiety got the best of him when your breathing would stop for strange periods that made him think he’d have to do CPR.

“You can’t leave me…you can’t. I won’t forgive yea” Daryl frowns bringing your unconscious form into his arms bringing her close. “How could yea. How could yea come into my life and made me feel a certain way that I have never felt—just for you to leave me. This isn’t better. Waiting isn’t great. I need to know if yea with me til the end or not…”

“Mm…ain’t gettin rid of me, honey”

Hershel was about to check on you when he heard sobbing. He thought you died and your old man held a lot of regret for how he treated you but when he saw Daryl holding you in his embrace sobbing even harder when you held onto him.

It always takes stressful situations to bring few together.

You were official in that moment but neither you or Daryl did more than hold hands until Carol needed a favor in getting your archer to take a shower.

“D, you busy?”

“Yea gonna force me to be nice to people too?”

“Nah. I don’t trust it here that much either. But the house is empty”

Daryl looks at you confused but quick to notice you were only wearing a robe.

“And what are yea planning with an empty house?”

“Fuck if I know…but no one would be around to hear me screaming your name in the shower…” You smirk heading back inside as Daryl sat there for a second longer before leaving his crossbow and following after you.

Daryl wasn’t the only one to bear scars from his past. You knew about his before you saw them as did he. The two of you would talk a lot at night just watching the stars from the prison so you knew what his father did and he knew what yours did…but also yourself.

He didn’t hold back with worshiping your body and making you feel loved every second of every day since that moment.

Married

Alexandria made the two you feel safe in a slow manner but you had each other and that’s what is important.

Neither of you wanted anything fancy or really a ceremony. You two just. Found some rings and went from there. He loves calling you his wife whenever he got the chance to do so.

Maggie was mad that you gave her a wedding and you didn’t let her give you one.

Being married was being more intimate. Your dating phase was more so becoming even closer with the other.

Marriage didn’t feel different. Except for the fact that you two were given a place of your own and y’all decided to christen every room in the place.

You were more of a jealous person when the two of you became husband and wife compared to girlfriend and boyfriend. People were once afraid of Daryl. Now he’s a provider and some of the ladies would stare at the man. But little did he know that he had an attack dog.

It was hot how jealous you can get but not when you start threatening to hit people.

Your jealousy level is about the same equivalence to Daryl’s over protectiveness. Man needs to know where you’re at when you’re not right beside him. And tying the knot did have y’all doing a lot of shut together. But sometimes Daryl would find himself panicking when he hasn’t found you within the first hour of returning home after a run.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothin’”

“…If you want to join me in the shower you could just do so instead of sitting on the bathroom sink waiting for me to finish”

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Author’s note:

Me: *writing this*

Internet history: *eight closed tabs about different definitions for the word “Headcanon”*

This is my first one…like. Ever. I hope I did it justice

[osarina]

User osarina on tumblr dot com, hear me user osarina on tumblr dot com.

I will try to be vague for those that haven’t watched/read the prison arc finale, but yk when dazai is questioned about the bullet and he says (in the dub) “that hurt more that a tooth being pulled”

….Dazai has had a tooth pulled?? Imagine how whiny he’d be, I know pmreader would be STRESSED, that mf hates pain he’d me MILKING that shit for all the attention he could get.

Or…if it was like those wisdom teeth being pulled that leave people crazy high….do we see the vision..? I know he’d be a lil embarrassed too cuz if this was in the pmreader au and he had to remove it cause it was a milk tooth and struggled to eat because they took his wisdom teeth….id (lovingly) bully the shit out of him.

(The mental image of it being a front tooth is hilarious too,from the demon prodigy to “tse dhemoth prothedy”)

User osarina I speak for the people when I ask you to save us!🗣️🗣️

NONNIE I HEAR YOU NONNIE

no because im actually DYING right now. i imagine chuuya would be so ruthless about it too. no because could you imagine with the wisdom teeth .. and he just can't really control what he says or does after it and her and chuuya are such fucking assholes LMAOOOOO they record it and whenever he's acting like a little bitch to them, they send the video in a groupchat to remind him of all of thet embarrassing shit he did and he just goes SILENT immediately. he literally HATES their asses and he's like 'yk what when you guys get them out, i'm never going to let you live it down' (they both end up getting theirs out after he defected and he's forever resentful over it LOLLL

no but post-op, you KNOWWWWW he's forcing pmreader to baby him and she's like whatever about it at first but then this persists for liek WEEKS and she's like 'yo i literally KNOW you're not in pain anymore stop' and then he starts pouting and getting all sulky and she just doesn't want to deal with it so she's like whatever and gives in if only because babying him is easier than dealing with him being a brat

[celiawrites14]

Preggers J.M

Pairing : JJ Maybank X OC

Summary: in which John B tells his sister that he got Sarah pregnant and has to tell his sister and JJ

Warnings: pregnancy (wrap it before you tap it people), John B being an idiot, swearing, angst, fluff, talk about Big John’s death, mentions of Luke Maybank, kinda funny

Inspired from Young Sheldon and Georgie telling Mary and George Mandy is pregnant

“Hey, I gotta tell you something.” John B came into the living room.

“Yeah, okay.” I said absentmindedly, continuing to read my book. When John B didn’t answer, I looked up at him. “Are you okay?” His face was white and he looked like he was going to be sick.

“Come on.” I followed him as he walked back to his room.

“What’s going on?” I asked. JJ was there too, and I looked between the boys.

“You should sit down.” JJ offered.

“What is going on?” I demanded this time, still not sitting down.

“Well, uh.” John B didn’t know what to say.

“Sweet Lord. Stop acting like somebody died.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed that neither of them would spit it out.

“Kinda the opposite actually.” John B muttered. I didn’t get what he was hinting at.

“Well?” I demanded, starting to grow angry with the boys. “One of you tell me what is going on!”

“I got a girl,” John B took a deep breath. “Pregnant.”

I stared blankly at him before laughing. When JJ laid a hand on my shoulder, I looked back at him, and then to John B again. “You’re joking right?”

“Oh now I do need to sit down,” The words tumbled out of my mouth as my legs trembled. JJ came up behind me and guided me to sit on John B’s bed.

“That’s not all.” JJ said, urging John B to keep going.

“Uh well.” John B trailed off.

“What do you mean - that’s not all?” I asked, horrified.

“Buckle up,” JJ told me.

“Well, uh, it’s Sarah.” John B admitted.

“Cameron?” I demanded, shocked, alarmed, and mad. I stood up, walking across the room.

“What kind of Kook sleeps with a Progue?” I demanded, pacing.

“Obviously the kind that was lied to about status.” John B said, defending Sarah. I stared at him blankly for a mole before turning to JJ.

“What are we going to do?” I asked, still horrified.

“That’s what we’re figuring out.” JJ said, voice as calm as he could make it.

“Are you going to marry her? That’s what most people do.”

“I think so.” John B said, fully on board with getting married to Sarah Cameron.

“Hell no!” JJ chided, not on board.

“What do you mean, no?” I asked him. “He got her pregnant and that’s what people do in this town when they get pregnant before marriage!”

“Lily, she’s a Cameron!” JJ reminded me.

“Well, what choice does he have?” I argued back.

“She’s not gonna marry him!” JJ said, gesturing to John B.

“What’s wrong with me?” John B asked, confused to why JJ thought Sarah wouldn’t marry him.

“You’re an idiot, you’re irresponsible, you live in a pig sty most of the time, and you’re known to pee in the sink.” JJ listed off, confused to how John B didn’t know these things. “Care to jump in?” JJ looked at me for help.

Before I could say anything, there was a knock at the door. “Hello?” Pope called to us. I looked to JJ in horror. Why was Pope here?

“Yeah, Pope?” I called back.

“I was just wondering where everyone was.”

“Uh,” I stammered. “We’re just in here talking.” I tried to sound normal. “We’ll be out in a little bit. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine, but Kiara is watching a scary movie called Jeepers Creepers.” He told us.

“I don’t know what that is,” I admitted to the boys.

“That ones rough.” John B filled in.

“Not good.” JJ added.

I stammered again, trying to cover. “We’ll be right back out.” He relented and went back to the living room where Kie was. “You’re going to have to bring her over.” I told John B, finality in my voice.

“Why?” He asked, confused again.

“Cuz she’s having our niece, you dumb son of a bitch!” JJ told him, rolling his eyes.

“JJ!” I chided, scolding him. I was trying hard to get them to stop swearing at each other and to be nicer in general. “But, what he said.” I relented, turning back to John B.

“I’ll ask her, but she’s not very happy with me right now.”

“Well, I like her already!” JJ admitted, rolling his eyes again.

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Later that night, I was sitting on the deck smoking a cigarette and watching the stars because I was stressed. I tried to wipe the ashes off the table when JJ came out. He hated when I smoked.

“Relax, you earned this one.” He said, very tired.

“Thank you,” I told him as he closed the door.

“You coming back to bed?” He questioned, taking steps closer to me.

“In a few minutes.”

JJ sighed and took the spot next to me, taking a big sigh. “Kinda déjà vu, isn’t it?” He said, referring to how we were the parents of our friend group.

“Kinda. I wanna be furious at him, but how can I?” He was going to be a dad. And he was trying to own up to it.

“The trick is to forget we’re the parents of the group and then it was easy.” I stifled a small laugh and JJ gave me the smile I fell in love with.

“It’s so crazy, when dad left, I thought everything was over, but then John B really needed me.”

“Remember his crazy head of hair?” JJ asked, smiling.

“And just like that, it was the best thing that could’ve happened to us, making us step up.”

“What kinda cigarette are you smoking over there?” He joked to me. I gave him a very small smile at his attempt to be funny.

“Ugh, so what do we do now?” I asked, trying to clear my head.

“We don’t have a lot of choices.” JJ told me. “We’re gonna help him raise a kid. And uh, that Cameron girl, is gonna be apart of our lives in some shape or form, until you know, we’re dead.”

“What do you mean shape or form?” I asked confused. “John B’s gotta marry her.”

“No, Lily, he doesn’t.” JJ said, sitting back in his chair.

“How are we supposed to tell people in this town that they aren’t getting married and having a child out of wedlock?” I demanded. “You know what this town does to people.”

“It’s nobody’s business.” JJ said plainly, making me roll my eyes.

“It’s a small town, J!” I reminded him. “Everything is everyone’s business.”

“You ever stop and think that maybe she doesn’t want to marry a progue?”

“Well, we’re trying to change that. Maybe with tax season.”

“Alright, you’re just being ridiculous.” JJ told me, getting annoyed and standing up, clearly done with the conversation.

“I’m being a small town woman.” I told him as he went back into the house. I stood up and went into the house and knocked on John B’s door. When he opened it, I told him flatly, “When you were born, I was very happy, but that doesn’t mean I’m not mad at you!” I walked away before he could respond, walking back to my room.

[theallianceofcelestials]

Do people realise that the Sun and Moon Show is a passion project?

Because I've seen people act like Reed and Davis are proffessional story writers, and getting way too angry over TSAMS, instead of enjoying it for what it is:

silly, goofy Celestial shenanigans. On YouTube.

Like this show has brought me so much joy, and I've been enjoying the ride, even if it's not something all that serious. It's goofy, that's kinda the point! :D

And all the serious lore on this channel is just the spice to the silly roleplay happening. I don't think TSAMS would be as fun as it is, if it was 100% serious, and not originated as a gameplay/reaction channel. Like the first VRChat "lore" stuff was haha funny Monty scams Sun :), but then the "actual" lore came from the side, and seized us like a bear trap.

Like suddenly, Evil Dorito Man, and I've fallen in love, because the silliness was broken up a bit, but never forgotten. Like it was so fun, when Eclipse, an actual threat, appeared, and then it was more shenanigans! But those shenanigans included Mr. Big Evil Nacho Chip! And the overdramatic silliness continued! :D

The villains have always been overdramatic little (well, "little" in KC's case, lol) bitches! Remember in the first October Takeover, when Eclipse didn't allow Lunar to curse, but he also cursed? Or when KC did all his dramatic entrances, he was so dramatic even Monty had to tell him to stop being dramatic! Or Bloodmoon's dramatic pose on top of the tower before fighting Eclipse (did anyone actually animate the whole fight?), or any of his little baby tantrums? Or the entirety of Ruin (that one is a certified theatre kid, says so himself in the podcast)

TSAMS is such a fun thing, and it's so nice that they post so often (cuz I would be dying if they only posted once a week... imagine the cliffhangers), and we are lucky that they share their roleplay, cuz a lot of people don't, and there are probably other talents hiding in private roleplays, which never see the light of day. So many things we could be missing!

TSAMS is fun. It's goofy fanfic basically, with a serious side that came out of left field. And there are so many angry people on here, like what happened? Did I miss something?

(I'm so confused, why are people so angry? D:)

[untitledmemes]

Hazbin Hotel Prompts

Part III An assortment of prompts taken from the series Hazbin Hotel on Amazon Prime. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I know you don't want to, but we need every advantage we can get. ”

“ You got daddy issues? ”

“ I'd like to meet the big dick incharge. ”

“ Who am I kidding? This sucks! ”

“ Where are you these days? ”

“ You know I haven't been watching much TV lately. Scrambles the brain. ”

“ Anything in my power is yours for the asking. ”

“ Wait. You're inviting me over? ”

“ It's showtime! ”

“ Look how much you haven't grown! Still fun sized. ”

“ It's nice to finally put a face to the name. ”

“ You are much shorter in real life. ”

“ You like girls? So do I! We have so much in common! ”

“ Who needs a busboy now that you've got the chef? ”

“ I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref. ”

“ I'm truly honored that we built such a bond. ”

“ It's a little funny, you can almost call me dad. ”

“ They say when you're looking for assistance, it's smart to pick the path of least resistance. ”

“ Sadly there are times when a birth parent is a dud. ”

“ I know you were all waiting for me! ”

“ Why is everybody gawking? Is it cuz I'm adorable? ”

“ Hey, watch it, tall dark and creepy. ”

“ You gotta warn a girl when she's in mixed company. ”

“ Where can a girl get a drink around here? ”

“ Don't tell me you're not happy to see me. You might hurt my feelings. ”

“ All you could hear was screams. ”

“ Underneath it all, he's a total sweetie. ”

“ Who in their right mind would cross me? ”

“ Big talk for someone who's also on a leash. ”

“ These are our people. I have to try. ”

“ You build something nice, you invite people in and offer them everything, and they just bring violence and chaos to your doorstep. ”

“ It doesn't matter how well intentioned you are, they're always going to disappoint you. ”

“ It's time I remind everyone why I am here. ”

“ You don't actually give a shit about this tacky place, do ya? ”

“ They didn't listen to me, they wouldn't listen to you. ”

“ I won't lose it all again. ”

“ I'll shelter and adore you more than anything. ”

“ It's the view I had of you that showed me dreams can be worth fighting for. ”

“ Looks like the apple doesn't fall far. ”

“ Whatever could be the problem, my dear? ”

“ I wish I could come, sweetie, but I have that thing... ”

“ You been texting me depressing shit all day, figured we could tear shit up like old times. ”

“ Well, if it isn't my arch-nemesis. Have you come to meet your fate in battle? ”

“ Are you sure you're in the right place? Because I think you might be a little lost. ”

“ I'm sorry you can't stay. ”

“ I'm handling this shit right now. ”

“ Don't fucking shush me, bitch. ”

“ I want you to do whatever you need to do to keep this problem from getting worse. ”

“ You sure fucked up, didn't you? ”

“ If you have actual evidence, then show it already. ”

“ Take one of these and you won't be worrying about nothing. ”

“ I just thought you were better than that. ”

“ I think you're done, tiny. ”

“ I was thinking maybe, um, you'd wanna do... a sex with me? ”

“ I just want a taste. ”

“ I may have to put up with your bullshit, but you ain't fucking with any of my friends. ”

“ It's not as simple as you think. Not everything is spelled in ink. ”

“ Guess the cat's out of the bag. ”

“ I wanted to save you the anguish it takes to do what was required. ”

“ If hell is forever, then heaven must be a lie. ”

“ Don't you act all high and mighty. ”

“ How can I bring joy when I now know we are bringing misery to thousands of innocent people? ”

“ I couldn't bear to see you suffer that fate. ”

[stvrpst]

The amusing part about the whole “shipwar” issue was how bummy shippers painted buddie shippers as these nasty individuals who had no business being upset or furious.

Like any other fandom, I acknowledge that there are people in this one who are utterly repulsive and say questionable things, but what bothers me about the bummies, is how they exaggerated the situation. Because, in my opinion, what I saw when the shit was going down was actually very mild.

Like I genuinely have seen worse.

Now, personally, I never liked Tommy and was never neutral about him. I've been here since the beginning of the show, and I've seen that little dick behave like a racist, misogynistic jerk. So, no, I've never cared for him and never will.

Obviously, my natural reaction to other people's displeasure with Tommy's set-up was not to be upset. Because, as I previously stated, he has treated members of the 118 with such contempt. I thought it was very understandable that people disliked him.

But the way the bummies made it seem like not liking Tommy was a forbidden sin, and then couldn’t comprehend why people viewed liking Tommy—again, a racist/misogynistic man—as a bad thing was wild.

Of course people are gonna think you’re a weirdo for liking him, SOLEY because he kissed Buck, and then dismissing his shitty behavior- behavior that is sadly a lot of women and people of colors reality that they have to deal with everyday.

I was not surprised to find out that the vast majority of people justifying Tommy’s behavior were white people, cuz they LOVEEE dismissing shit like this for no reason. As long as it’s not an issue that affects them.

It is weird and bad that you would want Buck to be with a racist and sexist man with no redeeming qualities, just to satisfy your mlm desire. But, nah, let's be furious at the ones who have legitimate reasons to despise that dick.

And then making it seem like we didn't care about bucks bisexuality because we didn't agree with the idea of that dick stick being bucks LI? We didn't want Buck with that dick because we care deeply about his bisexuality and believe he deserves to explore himself with someone other than a huge fat bitch.

Somehow they managed to twist it and accuse us of homophobia.

I have never understood, and I never will, the pressure on others to like Tommy. That, in particular, was the most perplexing thing to me, and it helped me to realize that not everyone can think rationally.

Because there are valid reasons for people to detest a character, how are you going to get upset and start saying stupid shit just because people don’t like Tommy, because he engaged in behaviors that women and people of color experience in real life?

But all they had to say was

(1). “Y’all don’t care about bucks bisexuality”

(2). “Buddies are homophobic”

(3). “Let people ship who they want!”

(4). “Let us enjoy this!”

Over some asshole too.

They actually acted as if others were jumping them for no reason. They genuinely couldn't get how jumping ship because your favorite dude kissed a racist, misogynistic man and not exhibiting ANY concern that he kissed a RACIST, MISOGYNIST MAN just because Buck got to kiss a man is fetishistic as fuck.

They acted like the victims the entire time because people refused to tolerate it. So they altered their argument to "we jumped ship because of buddies behavior," and to this day I'm still trying to figure out what behavior they claimed was so terrible other than the fact that people were calling all their asses for being so fucking odd.

They were apart of the buddie shipper fandom weeks ago. They were apart of the group that “ran Oliver off twitter.” They were apart of the group that “ran the women off the show.” Crazy how when they were apart of the fandom, they didn’t speak up about the shit they’re not pulling out of their asses.

But now that they’ve jumped ship, oh it’s a big issue now.

And it’s so funny because they constantly tell on themselves all the time😭 the jokes be writing themselves.

“I didn’t jump ship because Buck kissed a man, I jumped because he was finally happy.” But when I go on your tumblr, Bree, to go see some of the support you showed when Buck was with Taylor since he was happy then too, I don’t see it? Why is that? So you just pick and choose when bucks happy right? As long as it fits your narrative right?

“Buck and Eddie are not co parents” but when I scroll down 5 months ago, everybody and their moms was calling Chris Bucks son and Buck a dad/second father figure.

“Eddies not a good dad/person” but you have Buckleydiaz as your username?

“We didn’t like Bucks other LI because they had no chemistry or build” but when Tommy pulled up out of ass crack with zero chemistry or build up, y’all still folded.

“Eddies a bad friend!” Yet, when I scrolled down your profile, all your asses were buddie shippers regardless.

“We didn’t like Taylor because she was bad.” Yet, tommy has treated members of the 118 like shit just like Taylor, in fact, maybe even worse. They both have treated members on the 118 horribly, interesting how they’re only excusing one of them tho. I wonder why.

They’re a bunch of losers I swear, and the vast majority of them are a bunch of old hags beefing with minors/young adults online over a damn fictional ship. Shits embarrassing. (No offense to all the good older people in the fandom, ily<3)

That weirdo Bree literally has kids and she’s out here triflin over a ship and going at it with literal teenagers. Get your shit together and maybe start putting food on your kids table because I know they’re hungry. you’re a whole grown ass messing with teens/young adults whose frontal lobes aren’t even fully developed while your kids are starving at home.

They would be so much more bearable if they literally didn’t try to dismantle every single dynamic between Buck and Eddie every single day.

And for no reason at all too. They want bucktommy endgame because they’re a bunch of fetishistic weirdos, and we want buddie for Actual LOGICAL reasons that makes sense and has substance.

Not only that, let’s not forget how

(1.) when Ryan Guzman did that podcast, talking about is mental health and past suicidal thoughts, a bunch of them were in the comments saying they wished he would’ve went through with killing himself.

You don’t have to be a fan of Ryan, and it’s 100% understandable if you’re not, but to fucking wish death upon a real living fucking person is disgusting, and suicide at that.

(2.) they decided to justify Tommy’s behavior by calling us ableist and claiming he’s autistic. I cannot even put into words how weird and nasty that is. Like you actually have to be dumb as fuck to go that low and justify an assholes obvious disinterest and behavior and double it down to “autism.”

Even if he was autistic—which he’s not—that doesn’t justify anything? You can be autistic and still be racist and misogynistic. That’s the shit y’all love to pull. The first time, they said Tommy’s behavior was justified because he was a closeted gay. When they realized people weren’t falling for that shit, they tried to switch it over and call us ableist and claim he was autistic.

It’s actually funny cuz it’s the complete opposite, cuz to associate shitty behavior to be autistic is so unbelievably ignorant.

(3.) They decided to contact and invade Tim’s privacy multiple times to the point Tim had to make it known that he only responds to not be rude.

(4.) They started bullying Oliver stark for not posting about bucktommy to the point that Oliver ended up allegedly blocking someone who asked why he wasn’t talking about it. (Which proves they were the mfs who ran Oliver off twitter)

(5.) They started to actually ship Lou and Oliver, two real life people.

(6.) They told people not to participate or donate to a charity event that was helping the people in Gaza just because one the mods in the server didn’t like bucktommy.

(7.) They thought it was okay to speak on Ryan and his characters identity claiming he was white and doubling him down to just that, while trying to erase his Mexican identity saying he wasn’t Mexican(he is.)

(8.) They started harassing journalists because they only mainly talked about buddie when they have stated multiple times that they’re buddie shippers, always have been even before tommy showed up and Oliver and Ryan have no issues discussing buddie anyways.

(9.) Completely dismissed the idea of having an openly queer MEXICAN character for other Latino/hispanic people to relate to because it would get in the way of their ship.

(10.) Called fans/stans of Eddie Diaz—a main Mexican character— “beanstalks.”

I’m still so shocked about this one because it was so unbelievably racist, and the person who came up with it is disgusting.

I’m sorry to any Mexican fans who had to witness that.

(If you’re confused, just to clarify, there is a slur used against Mexicans that starts with bean and ends with an er. Since Eddie is Mexican, they thought it would be funny to give Eddie fans an extremely racist under-toned nickname, hence “beanstalks” :/ )

(11.) They love to weaponize Ryan’s past actions as a way to deflect from the fact that Lous ass is just as fucking bad, but in reality don’t actually give a shit about what Ryan did or said and are only bringing it up to use Ryan’s past shitty behavior to deflect Lous shitty ass. Which is literally insane and stupid.

The list goes on. Yet buddie shippers are the bad ones, okay.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Commission work - The Sea Four - poly! Sea three x Reader

Notes; Reader is trans masc (has had top surgery, no bottom surgery-is on T)- non-bio kid of Hades (more apprentice kinda thing with Hades seeing reader as his son cuz reasons), poly ship with Uma, Harry, and Gil.

THIS IS A LONG BOI; ENDED UP WITH 55 PAGES AND 17580 WORDS

=

What was originally supposed to be a normal day on the isle, aka running errands for your boss-kinda father figure; Hades. Had turned into something completely different, you had just been heading back to Hades lair when your boyfriend, Harry Hook; came racing up to you, his eyes alight with mischief and near bloodlust.

“(y/n), darlin’, love, firelight, babe-“ you turned, covering the blabbering pirates mouth with your hand, raising your brow at him. “What?” you said with a low sigh, licking your lips as Harry pried off your hand and got into your face, his hook caressing your jaw. “Guess who’s on tha’ isle~” Harry purred, his eyes flashing a slight red and you knew it could only be one person that would make him react this way.

“The dragon bitch is back?” you asked, voice turning dark and sinister, a sadistic smirk growing on your face. Harry just giggled, his hand moving from yours to rest on your shoulder, almost bouncing in place “aye~ and Uma ‘as a plan, she told me ta come get ye” you hummed and nodded, taking Harry's hook from your jaw and shaking it about.

“I’ll be there in an hour, gotta drop the last of the supplies at Hades place” Harry huffed but nodded, grabbing your head and kissing your cheek, rubbing the shaved hair on your head before he bolted off, cackling as you tried to swipe at him for doing that. “Dork” you muttered fondly, shaking your head at your not all, there-there, boyfriend.

Then again, your other boyfriend wasn’t all, there-there either. Gil wasn’t exactly known for his brains, unlike Harry who liked to act kinda stupid to make people underestimate him. The thought made you snort, both your boyfriends were a bit-stupid-mostly on purpose, while you and your girlfriend held the brain cells most of the time.

Well, considering Uma was captain, it was kinda a requirement for her to have the brain cells, though once in a while she let Harry have a turn with it, which led to…sometimes very explosive ideas from him. you chuckled as one of those ideas came to mind, taking out your key to Hades lair and unlocking the front gate, pulling opening the creaking iron gates and stepping inside, spinning on your heel to close and relock the gates before descending into the tunnels, blue lights flashing overhead to illuminate the abandoned mineshaft.

Soon you made it to Hades lair, setting the hefty bag full of food on the floor “Got your stuff” you muttered, spinning on your heel to leave as soon as you could to help Uma plan for revenge when you heard Hades whistle, pointing at you as you turned to face him slowly “c’mere kid” Hades muttered, sitting up properly in his minecart seat and gesturing for you to come closer.

You sighed, stepped up onto his little platform, and crossed your arms “What’s got you in a rush?” Hades asked; a slightly teasing tone to his voice “Got a hot date with your pirates?” you didn’t hesitate to answer his question truthfully “Mal’s back on the isle”

Hades just stared at you, and you could tell he really didn’t care that his biological kid was back on the isle “And Uma wants me to help plan revenge, something about fairy pie” Hades hummed, leaning back in his chair and examining his nails. “Alright, have fun, don’t kill her” you snorted with a nod, knowing Uma had too much planned to kill Mal, saluting him as you turned and left the lair; beelining it to the chip shop.

You let out a cough as you burst into the chip shop, feeling a strong set of arms catching you as you tried to jump down the steps to the main floor “hi Gilly” you grunted as Gil laughed loudly, carrying you over to the main table and setting you down, standing behind you as Uma raced about the shop; trying to keep up with her work while also trying to plan for her revenge against Mal.

Soon enough Uma was finally able to sit down, you, Harry, and Gil surrounding her as she went over the several plans within her mind; one of which Harry wasn’t all too keen to “Wait?!” Harry screeched, slamming his hands on the table, staring wide-eyed at Uma “wait?!?! Why would we wait?! She’s righ’ there, ripe fer the pickin’ and ye want ta wait!!?!”

“She’ll expect us to go after her right away, if we wait, she lets her guard down, if we wait; she makes a stupid move, and then we strike, (y/n) you still got that bleach from doing your hair?” Uma asked you, reaching over and grabbing your arm gently, and you nodded, spinning your turquoise tentacle ring that sat on your left pointer finger. “Good, we’re fucking up her new do” Uma gestured faintly to her hair; which even after seven years still faintly smelled of rotten shrimp, which Uma hated even if Harry adored it since she smelled like the ocean.

Gil snickered at the thought, then gasped “Oh! We can egg her too!” Uma pointed at Gil, an evil smirk on her lips “tha’tta boy Gil, your plan you supply, go get some eggs” Gil nodded, kissing your cheek before he turned and bolted out of the chip shop to go prepare for his part of the ‘humiliate Mal’ plan.

Uma pulled Harry back to the table, holding his wrist as he pouted down at her “I know, I know, just wait; wicked things come to those who wait, and I mean that in both ways” Uma muttered out and Harry licked his lips, glancing up at you with hungry eyes. You smirked, crossing your arms and sitting down next to Uma as she continued to plan.

Only twenty minutes later, Gil burst back into the chip shop, bag full of eggs and eyes sparkling with opportunity “KING BEN’S ON THE ISLE!” Uma stood so fast her chair clattered to the floor, the crew and the customers all staring at him with wide unbelieving eyes “Evie, Carlos, and Jay too! They’re all here! Saw em at the market, Evie tried to dress ‘im up but even I could see through that in a second! He wasn’t even wearing a different color! And he had his symbol!” Gil laughed, waving his hands about as he rambled; walking closer to Uma whose eyes sparked with a new plan for freedom. “I mean-how thick could ya get?”

Uma covered his mouth, her other making a shushing gesture then she turned to Harry “You know what I’m thinkin’, go” Harry grinned, that feral one that sent everyone but you, Gil, and Uma running; and nodded, pressing a hard kiss to Uma’s cheek then grabbing your hand, barking for Gonzo and Bonnie to follow as you all went to go kidnap king Ben.

Harry would not stop giggling as you got closer to the rotten fours hideout, and you could hear the traitors talking as you slowed to a stop at the end of the alleyway. “What now?” Gonzo asked as Bonnie rested her chin on your shoulder to get a better look at the three vks that sat at the bottom of the stairs, squinting as your earring reflected in her eyes.

“We wait,” you said simply, holding Harry’s shoulder as he almost tipped forward in his excitement “from what I’ve seen, Ben is…naive, about the isle, and if they dressed him in his colors and symbol, he’s gonna walk off on his own” you muttered and Harry giggled again, his eyes flashing red within the darkness of the alleyway.

And just as you predicted, Ben came slumping down the alleyway, looking very rejected and sad “idiot” you muttered, watching as Gonzo and Bonnie grabbed him and easily tied him down, the two laughing quietly with Harry as Ben was gagged. “Welcome ta tha’ isle yer majesty~” Harry purred, kneeling to get in the horrified Ben’s face, that snappy smile on his lips before he stood and turned to walk down the alley, reaching back and grabbing your hand so you could make sure the vks got the message.

“Ben…BEN!” Evie called out desperately for the king, the three traitors taking a sigh of relief as they saw Harry, who they thought was Ben, get closer “Ben don’t scare us like that!” Carlos took a wide step back when “Ben’s” shadow split into two, and they stepped into the light, one wearing a maniacal grin and the other looking almost bored, their (e/c) eyes gleaming almost yellow under the burning alley lights.

“Don’t scare ye~? that’s our specialty ~” Harry purred, tilting his head just so as Evie curled her lip, Jay getting into Harry’s face “Harry,” Evie breathed out, Harry leaning towards her with a smirk, but only just so as Jay snarled at him “What did you do with Ben!?”

Harry furrowed his brows, as if he didn’t know what they were talking about! Then he gasped, turning back to point down the alleyway “oh! We uh, nicked him~!” Harry hummed a bit, his grin sharp as he turned back to the traitors, Carlos keeping his eyes on you as you absentmindedly flipped a blade between your fingers. “yeah, um, and if ye want’ta see ‘im again, aaa’ve Mal come to tha’ chip shop tonight~” his voice went serious and he made a gesture that made it clear that if Mal didn’t do as asked, Ben was toast “Alone.”

“Uma wants,” your voice interjected now, a small sing-song tone to it as you smirked at Evie, who was probably the only other person in the group to know why your being here would piss Mal off “a little visit~” Harry giggled a bit, turning to Jay who was glaring at him “aww, Jay~” He gave Jay a once over, pouting a bit at the ex-thief “Seems like ye lost yer touch~” Jay tried to jump Harry only for Evie to hold him back, and you quickly held the back of Harry’s neck to tell him to calm it down before any of you got into a scuffle.

Harry just giggled, turning to Carlos and barking like a dog, hoping to scare the younger vk but Carlos just stared at him, clearly over his phobia of dogs. Harry hummed, turning on his heel and starting to whistle, your hand going from his neck to his shoulder as the traitors stared after you; before Jay started to climb the side of the warehouse to tell Mal the bad news.

-

“Message delivered” you announced as you entered the chip shop, Harry helping Gonzo and Bonnie get the king nice and comfortable in the brig as you informed Uma of the successful kidnapping. “Mal will probably be here soon” Uma hummed, sliding another order onto a table, to which the pirate said it was wrong but silenced themselves with a glare from you. “Good” Uma muttered, waving you off “Go make sure Harry isn’t torturing him, we both know he goes off the rails when he’s excited” you hummed with a nod, and walked off, grabbing the back of Harry’s neck as you walked up behind him, stopping him mid-sentence as he was taunting Ben.

“Don’t spoil the fun darling” you whispered in his ear, smirking as you felt a shiver go down his spine starting from his neck. “C’mon, let his majesty get some rest, he’ll need it for tomorrow” you muttered, mock bowing to Ben and taking Harry to the captain's quarters, where Gil was already waiting at the edge of the bed, happily indulging in some of the rare candies the isle got that Uma kept in a locked drawer in her room.

“Hi! How was the kidnapping!” Gil asked, crossing his legs on the bed as Harry went to join him. You leaned back as Harry’s boots went flying across the room as he kicked them off; chuckling as he flopped on top of Gil, laying heavily on the just larger teen. “Hi!”

“Hi,” Harry muttered back to Gil, snuggling into Gil’s neck, and relaxing into Gil’s arms as he wrapped them around Harry “Uma will be here soon” you announced as you picked up the boy’s boots, setting them near the door “She just needs to make the deal with Mal” Harry and Gil hummed, sharing a look before slowly getting up and walking towards you as silently as they could.

“You grab my hips, I toss your ass onto the bed,” you said almost too calmly as Harry's hands hovered above your body, groaning as you didn’t even turn around to stare at him. “Gil same to you” Gil pouted, taking his hands back from your torso as you walked away from them, sitting in the captain's chair to take off your boots “You know the rules, we wait for the captain.”

Harry let out a grumbling whine as Gil sighed and went back to the bed, going back to the rare candy as Harry slumped over to you, half hanging off your shoulders as you sat up in Uma’s chair, glazing over the papers on her desk before standing and half dragging Harry back to the bed, where you sat down and let out a cough as Harry practically sat on your lap.

“Bit heavy my dear” you muttered, running one of your hands up his leg, smirking as he hummed happily, Gil looking a bit left out before your other hand rested on his thigh. “But we wait” Harry groaned, falling back till his torso rested next to your hips and his hands trailed up your arm that now was on the bed holding you up as your other hand tapped Gil’s thigh.

Gil rambled on about what real candy would taste like when you all got off the isle, about how the ocean would smell, about anything that came to his mind while you waited for the captain. You and Harry listened in intently, and at some point, you laid down with Harry, his head resting on your shoulder as you trailed your fingers up Gil’s broad back.

Soon-Uma entered, looking triumphant. “Did ye do it!?” Harry gasped, sitting up with his legs on either side of your left thigh. “Did ye behead the pixie~!?” Uma hummed, walking right up to Harry and cupping his face, smirking as he leaned into her hands “No, not yet but~” she turned to you, her eyes flashing with victory “it’s the wand for the crown~ tomorrow, at noon-sharp-Mal will bring us the wand in exchange for the king. We will be free~!”

Gil cheered as Harry whooped, throwing his hands up as Uma laughed, throwing her head back as you smirked, your hand resting on Harry’s hip. “Congratulations captain, a job well done as always” you whispered, smirking as she rested her hands on your knees and leaned towards you, a…spicy, smirk on her lips. “All thanks to you, my boys” she whispered, turning towards Harry as he leaned into her space, Gil doing the same; wanting attention just like Harry.

“Shall we celebrate?” you purred, lifting your leg just enough to rub your knee into Harry’s crotch, smirking as he whined a bit, a pink flush already taking over his cheeks as Uma laughed, taking his jaw and staring into his half-lidded eyes, watching as Harry’s hips rocked against your leg. “We shall” Uma purred, kissing Harry deeply as you happily watched the show, Gil doing the same as Harry whimpered and groaned into Uma’s mouth, your leg rubbing up against the hardness growing in Harry’s pants.

Uma pulled away from Harry’s lips, rubbing her thumb on his bottom lip which was stained with her lipstick “Strip” she commanded, her eyes glazing across the three of you as she stepped back, sitting down in her chair to watch the show as you obeyed, Harry almost tripping over himself as he ripped off his jacket and shirt, getting caught in his belts as you slid off your jacket.

“Dork” you muttered, taking off your shirt and then helping Harry get out of his, rolling your eyes as he grinned sheepishly at you “See what happens when you rush? You get all caught up” you muttered, huffing as you felt his hands on your chest, his thumbs rubbing the scars beneath your pecs. He wasn’t listening to you at all, just looking at you, his eyes as soft as his soul. “My beautiful god” Harry whispered before kissing you, and you melted into him, Uma’s warms wrapping around your waist as Gil went to Harry, kissing the nape of Harry's neck as Harry and Uma explored your torso.

You huffed again as Uma’s hand dipped into your pants, her fingers trailing over your hardened T-dick. “Uma” you whispered, falling back into her arms as she hummed, resting her chin on your shoulder as she watched Gil copy her actions to Harry, Harry’s face flushed dark red as Gil rubbed the head of Harry’s dick.

“Gil, you get Harry, (y/n), you get Harry and I~” Uma said as she sank her teeth into your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine as Harry gasped, tipping back into Gil’s arms as Gil rubbed his thumb across the slit of Harry’s head. “A-aye cap-mmm~” Harry tried to say, his knees buckling as Gil set a good-sized hickey into the crook of Harry’s shoulder.

“Gladly” you muttered, grabbing Uma’s hand and tossing her into the bed, smirking as she gasped “but as the captain, I think you should be the one receiving, not giving; for all your hard work” you looked back at the boys, Harry desperately gripping onto Gil’s arms as Gil looked up at you, his eyes flashing with hunger “Don’t you think?”

The two nodded and Gil went back to work on Harry, pulling his pants and underwear off as you turned back to Uma, placing gentle kisses on her jaw and down her neck, your free hand popping open her corset and caressing her hip “Just let us do the work tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” Uma breathed, moaning into your mouth as you kissed her, lifting her hips to help you remove her underskirt as Harry flopped on the bed next to Uma, both breathing heavily as you and Gil pulled away.

“Fuck yes” Harry panted, turning and leaning into Uma, taking her cheeks and kissing her as Gil went to work on Harry, his eyes glancing at you as you spread open Uma’s legs and licked your lips. “Bon Appetit (y/n)” Gil joked, holding back a laugh as Uma let out a long moan into Harry’s mouth.

“Fuck!”

-

You stood at the gangplank, Gil high above in the crow's nest on lookout, while Uma and Harry taunted the king, all four of you had a bit of a pep in your step. One that only a few of the crew understood, the others just thought you were all hyped for your freedom, which you were.

Soon enough Harry was pacing the deck behind you, keeping his eyes on the king and Uma as they talked, his hook brushing against the small of your back every once in a while “stop that you’re going to run the wood through” you muttered, and Harry scoffed, sniffing a bit as he turned on his heel once again.

“Harry!” Uma called for the first mate and he practically skipped over, all too happy to finally hook the king. Soon, about twenty-five minutes later, Mal and her little friends came out from the tunnel, a girl you knew wasn’t a vk following close behind.

“Hey, guys!” Gil called from above, an eager grin on his face “they’re here!” the crew laughed, leering at Mal as she walked up to the other side of the gangplank, her vivid green eyes glaring into yours, a hint of poison swimming within them. You smirked, knowing why she was staring at you in such a hateful way.

Some would say Mal hated you more than she did Uma, and she hated Uma a lot.

“Welcome!” Harry’s voice echoed behind you, pushing the king towards the gangplank as he threw his arms out in a very dramatic pose, bowing out as Uma laughed, stepping into the limelight as you grinned at Mal, following after Harry to make sure he didn’t do anything rash as Uma took command of Mal’s attention. “Finally!”

“let’s get this party started shall we?” Uma purred, rubbing her hands together as mal huffed, taking the wand from Carlos and meeting Uma in the middle of the gangplank. “Wand for the crown dragon breath, or your little king is going down” Harry cackled from his spot at the gangplank, pushing Ben till he was practically tip-toeing off the edge.

Mal just huffed, as if she was more annoyed by the whole situation rather than worried for her, apparently, ex-boyfriend. Mal stepped forward to hand Uma the wand, but Uma simply narrowed her eyes and held her hand up “Hold up…too easy,” Mal dared to look offended “Why don’t you give it a test drive?”

You grinned at the look of clear panic on Mal’s face “We wanna see it work~” the pirates all cheered at Uma’s words and commanded Mal to give the wand a whirl, Uma looking over her shoulder at you to give you a feral grin. Mal was fumbling, she didn’t expect Uma to ask for an example and Mal hasn’t as hard to read as she thought she was.

“What’s wrong Malsy?” you purred, coping Harry’s sharp yet lazy smile as she glared at you, not happy to hear your voice “Can’t produce any spells for us? Something wrong with the wand~?”

Mal just huffed, turning on her heel to face her friends, Carlos subtly nodding at the dog that had suddenly appeared on the docks. You narrowed your eyes, licking your lips as Gil walked up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder as you glanced between Mal and the dog. “oh, and nothing too big or else Ben’s shark bait~” Uma said, her voice serious yet teasing as Harry giggled, hanging Ben over the plank while Mal glared at Uma.

Mal huffed again, turning to the dog again “Although it seems absurd/turn your bark into a word!” Mal flourished the wand, but nothing came from it, nor did anything physical happen to the dog. Your eyes narrowed, the fairy godmother's magic was one of the only magics to exist behind the barrier, a safety precaution or some bullshit like that.

So why was there no magic, if Mal had in fact brought the real fairy godmother's wand?

Something was up. You had never trusted Mal, and honestly, you didn’t trust her to keep up her end of the deal even if it mean her little boyfriend's life was on the line. You came back to reality as Uma commanded Harry to bring Ben over, Harry looking a bit disappointed at the fact that he wouldn’t be sending Ben to swim with the sharks as he dragged the king over to the gangplank.

Ben was forced to his knees, making you and Uma coo as Mal gasped at Harry roughhousing the king. Uma held out her hand, demanding the wand, Mal mirrored her, demanding Ben. Uma just licked the inside of her upper lip and nodded at Harry, keeping her eyes on Mal “Cut ‘em loose Harry”

Harry glanced between Uma and Mal, groaning about how he never got to have any fun as he sliced the rope binding Ben’s ankles and wrists. Ben quickly grabbed Mal’s arm, Uma stopping him from moving any further as Mal handed over the wand. With a grin from Uma and a sneer from Mal; the wand was yours.

“Yes!” Uma cackled, spinning around to run into the middle of the crew, you and Harry staying back slightly to keep anyone from taking the wand back. Your eyes narrowed as the vks rushed to get back to the tunnel, Mal having to push Ben back since he kept trying to get the wand back. Something was up, no one, not even Mal would give THE fairy godmother’s wand up that easily.

“Okay okay okay,” Uma hushed the crew, pointing the wand to the sky, her trapped magic humming as she hurriedly spoke an incantation to set the isle and its children free “by the power of the sea, tear it down and set us free!” the crew cheered, Harry’s eyes bright with hope that died out as nothing happened.

Uma’s nose twitched, examining the wand closely before realizing what had happened “NO!” Uma screeched, snapping the plastic wand over her knee “YOU DO NOT GET TO WIN EVERY TIME!” Ben’s eyes widened at the easy break of the wand, suddenly realizing the same as Uma as you and Garry glared at the vks, mostly Mal. “GET THEM!”

You drew your sword, yelping as smoke suddenly enveloped the ship; you squinted, seeing Carlos through the smoke as he launched smoke bombs at the crew. “The one-time Mal plans ahead” you muttered, cracking your neck and stepping through the smoke, walking right towards Mal; glaring at the smug-looking girl.

You rushed her, chuckling as she nearly immediately bucked under the pressure of your blade. “c’mon Malsy, didn’t you say you could beat me under a table? What was that, seven months ago?” you taunted, easily blocking her weak blows, she had no idea how to use a sword. She was much better using her fists and knives, and even then-she always had Jay do her dirty work.

You quickly and easily backed her into the dock railings; using your sword and arm to block her in, pressing her down against the railing. “what’cha gonna do now mini-Mali~” you purred, using Hades lil ‘nickname’ for Mal, her eyes flashed green-rage flooding through her veins at that name; she hated being compared to her mother. She let out a scream, kicking you in the gut.

You stumbled back, coughing a bit as you held your lower stomach, shaking your head to regain your senses as Mal ran off. She was little, but man her boots packed a punch. “lil brat” you muttered, regripping your blade and running off after the purple imp. you ended up running into Jay as he was going to meet Harry on the upper dock; it was a short clash, because you knew Harry wanted a proper fight with the son of Jafar, so you quickly spun around and fought the Asian Auradon girl.

“And you are?” you asked twisting your blade around to pin hers to the docks. She smiled, a bit too nicely “Lonnie~! Mulan and Shang’s daughter.” you grinned, chuckling as she easily unpinned her sword and swung at you “cool, honestly they’re my favorite of you Auradon bores.” Lonnie let out a small ‘aww’; holding her hand to her chest “Thank you~! I’ll let them know”

You nodded, bowing a bit before you both delved back into the fight; you swiped above her head, smirking as she skillfully dropped down and twisted on her feet in an attempt to knock you over. You leaped back, redirected a stab to your thigh, and grabbed her wrist, tugging her up and around to the other end of the docks.

After a few more swings and jabs, you had her nearly pinned to the dock rails; you wouldn’t kill her-that honestly wasn’t your style, but as you were about to knock her out-you felt a sharp-blinding pain going from your right shoulder to your left hip.

“FUCK!” You screamed out, feeling heat blooming across your back as your legs buckled. “oh shit” you heard someone mutter from behind you. You turned, seeing Jay with blood on his sword, and his face pale. “oh shit!”

“(y/n)!” you heard Gil yell out, he shoved Ben away, sending the king flying back as he bolted towards you; Lonnie and Jay quickly turned on their heels and ran away from you. His hands caught your arm as you sunk to your knees, feeling a wet heat consume your back and soak into your clothes. Jay had sliced open your back.

“fuck fuck fuck” Gil muttered under his breath, the battle behind him continuing on as the crew attempted to either get the king back, or take the core four down. You grit your teeth as Gil carefully pushed your shirt and jacket up, wincing as he saw the extent of the injury. “Man that’s deep” he muttered, flicking your elbow as you wheezed out a small ‘that’s what she said’.

“Dammit, nothing I can do right now” Gil muttered, hovering his hands over the long and open wound “Stay here, I-I need to go get Uma” he muttered, getting to his feet and grabbing his sword, running towards the battle as you adjusted yourself slowly to sit down properly, wincing as pain flared down your back and shoulders.

Soon purple smoke exploded up on the docks near the tunnel that connected to the garage-and the king disappeared, leaving the pirates confused in the smoke. Mal then kicked down the bridge and Uma screamed, pushing everyone out of the way as she raced for the other shortcut-hoping to cut Mal off.

“(y/n)!” Harry yelled out as Gil pulled him over, Gil bit his lip at Uma’s absence but he understood what she was doing and ran over to you with Harry. “fuck-I’m going ta kill him” Harry muttered darkly, taking your hands and helping you stand; his lip curling over his teeth as you cried out in pain. “that’s it, I’m carrying ye” Harry snapped, picking you up and carrying you onto the ship and into Uma’s quarters “Gil, get Des ‘n the medical pack from me room”

Gil nodded and ran back out of the room, grabbing who and what Harry asked for. You huffed and winced as Harry and Desiree cleaned and stitched up your back, nearly breaking Gil’s hand as he held it out to you in comfort. Harry kept grumbling to himself as he bandaged your back; shorting a bit as you muttered how this hurt less than when you chopped off your tits.

“Shut up” he grumbled, sitting up on his knees and kissing the side of your head, pressing his forehead against your shaved hair. “Don’t try to joke yer way out of this” you just laughed, screwing your face a bit as Harry stitched off your bandages. “that’s how I cope, let me joke through my trauma pleaseeee.” you groaned, laying pathetically on the bed as Gil and Harry stood, cleaning up the mess and going out to make sure everything outside was in order; Harry now the acting captain until Uma returned.

A few hours later, you were woken up from a very hard nap as Bonnie slammed on the door, her face peeking through the gap with a…nervous? Look. “(y/n), your dads here and he won't leave, help” she croaked before she sprinted into the room, Hades form stepping through it a moment later, which made him bend down to fit through the door.

“Hades, go away.” you groaned, mostly ignoring how Bonnie called him your dad as he stomped over to you, his platform boots making the floor creak with effort. “Also not my dad-“ Bonnie audibly snorted at that, and waved you off; sneaking out of the room as Hades stared you down. “What?” you grumbled, very much wanting to go back to sleep.

He just stared; his arms crossed like a disappointed parent. “You are not allowed to make that face” you said with a snarky smirk, pointing at his face “Stop making that face” he just deepened the look, narrowing his eyes and tightening his arms “noooooooo”

He couldn’t help the small smirk on his lips at your whining “I might not be your dad, but as your employer kinda father figure person-no bullshit till your healed. I’m putting Harry in charge of you.” You looked at him, as if he was almost stupid; but you realized Harry would actually tie you down to the very bed you lay on to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid.

He himself had zero impulse control, but hell be damned if you did anything stupid when hurt. “fineeee” you huffed out, face planting back in Uma’s pillow and waving Hades off “fine.” He stared at you for a long moment, then huffed, gently patting the back of your head and walking out’ you could hear him talking to Harry but you were already falling back asleep.

-

“she’s, gone?” you asked, carefully leaning against the headboard of Uma’s bed as Harry gave you an update on the night before-aka what happened at cotillion. Uma appeared, spelling Ben, had almost taken down the barrier, went full sea-god on everyone's ass, and then just-swam away. You knew she had a bigger plan behind her surrender, so you knew she didn’t just give up-she was looking at the bigger picture.

But as of now, she was gone-not a trace of her to be found.

Harry nodded from his spot in front of you, one of his legs tucked under the other that was gently laid across your lap; Gil was laying down behind him-staring at the wall in a near depression.

In just one day, everyone had felt the strain of Uma’s absence, she was an important person on the isle, in your relationship, and in the crew-she was a captain in more ways than one. You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck as you leaned forward, resting your elbow on your knee; wincing as your back flared with pain.

“Dammit, Jay” you grumbled, closing your eyes as you carefully stretched until the pain went away. Harry’s hand found yours, and you looked into his eyes-his pretty ocean blue eyes surrounded by black that were looking so concerned-for you. “I’m fine, it’ll be like a month before I can move without pain but-I’m fine” he just hummed, his eyes dropping down to your fingers as Gil sat up, resting his chin on Harry’s shoulder.

“Do you wanna borrow my razor (y/n)?” Gil asked, pointing at your face. You just rose your brow in confusion, reaching up to feel some scruff on your jaw. “ah, that-nah” you muttered, moving your arms in a way to make the shaving motions just-put too much strain on your back muscles “shavings gonna have ta wait, besides” you glanced at Harry, who was almost starry eyed at the idea of you having a beard-even if it was just scruff “I think Harry likes the idea”

Gil laughed, shaking his head as Harry leaned up and kissed your jaw, watching as you fondly rolled your eyes at the action. You three would be okay, a bit lonely and lost without Uma; but you would be okay.

-

Harry dyed his hair black and ripped the sleeves off all his jackets and sleeves; Harry was not okay-man went full emo. Gil had to hold him down as you fixed his shit.

-

“i-what?” Mal asked, almost offended as Hades flipped the ember between his fingers, his yellow eyes staring, almost bored, into her green ones “no-no way.”

“No dice then. You want the ember? (y/n) goes with you; god knows if you have a lick of sense with knowing how to use it.” Hades said in a near-snarky tone, a lazy smile on his lips. Mal huffed, gritting her jaw as Celia stood, pretty confused, at the top of the stairs. She knew you were closer with Hades than most-he had called you his kid before (not realizing he had, and you immediately chucked something at him if you were around to hear him call you that) but for him to bargain the ember, for your freedom?

Wasn’t really like him. Mal just stared at Hades; her eyes hard. Then she closed them, holding out her hand again “Fine. (y/n) comes with” she snapped, not happy with the idea, not happy at all.

Because-what did you have-that she didn’t?! Why would he-her biological father-chose some-random dude like you?! You were just an errand boy for Hades, why did you get special treatment?!

Why did you get the father she had wanted since she was a baby?

Mal turned on her heel as Hades placed the ember in her palm; stomping up the mine shaft stairs, Hades reminded her that if the ember got wet-it was game over.

“Noted, let’s go find (y/n)” Mal grumbled, rushing right past the mine bike and pouting down the mineshaft-Celia doing her best to keep up. It didn’t take long to find you; you were where you always were; the lost revenge. “imp” you muttered in ‘greeting’ as you finished checking up on the last of the ropes and sail anchors, turning to Mal with crossed arms, your lip curling up to give her a sneer as she stood at the other end of the gangplank; Celia right behind her-who seemed much happier to see you. “What do you want?”

“I needed the ember, and Hades told me I couldn’t have it without taking you with me off the isle” Mal grumbled, palming the ember as she glared at you; practically foaming at the mouth as you just rose your brows, pointing at the ember “But-you have it? You could’ve just easily left with it”

Mal froze for a solid five seconds, as if just realizing-yes-she could’ve just, left. And Hades wouldn’t know until after the fact. “Dammit” Mal groaned, face palming, then she shook her head “just-I keep my promises-let’s go” you stared for a moment, then blinked; furrowing your brows as Mal started to walk off, then looked back at you-wondering why you weren’t following. “Come on!”

“What do you even need the ember for? That thing is basically just a battery drainer but for magic?” you muttered, slowly following after Mal as she groaned and muttered curses beneath her breath “Audrey has the scepter, couldn’t get the wand, ember is the next best bet-end of story!” Mal yelled as you walked through the tunnel-Mal easily redirected towards the inner workings of the isle; walking through the market towards the alley where Celia took the lead, so you and Mal followed her into the arcade.

“What's (y/n) doing here?” Evie asked as she joined Mal’s side, intertwining their hands as Mal sighed, clearly wanting to pitch her nose but she had no free hands. “you got the ember?” Jay asked, keeping his eyes on you as you stood in the background-not really wanting to be there; you had first-mate shit to do.

“That's what (y/n) is doing here” Mal muttered, holding the ember tight against her thigh “Hades made a deal, (y/n) goes with us, I get the ember” Carlos, Evie, and Jay looked pretty surprised at those terms; because-Hades would willingly give up his ember to get some-errand boy-off the isle?

They all leaned sideways from behind Mal to look at you, seeing you just staring at all the arcade games, smirking as you saw one you and Harry had hacked a bit back.

“Alright then” Carlos mumbled, shaking his head as Mal asked if they got the bikes back. “the only way back is the bridge” Mal muttered laughing a bit as Evie mumbled about her comfortable heels. Jay grabbed their arms, a deep frown on his face “yeah, we need the remote to access the barrier-and-I uh, left it with my bike” Jay muttered, wincing as Mal just stared at him.

“Man, we have lost our touch” Carlos groaned, rubbing his face as Celia stepped forward, grabbing something from her bag “I lifted it off of you” Celia announced, lifting the golden barrier remote into everyone's view; Jay and Carlos lit up at the sight. Mal and Evie looked proud. “I thought it could be important, and it was-so” she handed the remote to Jay, who grinned and nodded.

“Nice” he muttered, reaching out and patting her arm; turning on his heel as Mal called for the bridge. “let’s go” Mal muttered to you, avoiding your eyes as you snorted and strut after the group.

-

“We did it, we made it!” Harry and Gil had jumped through the barrier after you, Harry grabbing your collar and planting a heated kiss on your cheek; making you laugh as Gil bounced around-before they noticed the other vks, staring at them as if they were insane.

“Hey guys~” Harry cooed, grabbing your hand and bowing a bit “we’re just comin’ for a wee visit~!” he shared a grin with Gil and started to walk forward, only to be pushed back by Carlos. you closed your eyes, huffing into your hands as the boys started to fight, Carlos and Harry shoving at each other until Carlos bumped into Mal, who had been failing to get the boys to calm down; making her drop the ember.

“No!” Mal screeched, alerting Harry of the ember's importance and he quickly kneeled and scooped the ember right out of Mal’s grip, sending the ember into the sky and over the ocean. Mal screeched out again, watching her only chance to save Auradon drop into the ocean right before her very eyes-unable to do anything about it.

You felt your heart skip a beat as a familiar turquoise-colored tentacle popped out of the waves and caught the ember, Uma rose up a second later and shook her head to give a bit of a dramatic flair to her already dramatic entrance. Uma smirked, raising the ember high in the air, taunting Mal with it “Drop something~?” Uma purred, cackling as Mal yelled for her to give it back.

“Uma!” Harry and Gil yelled out, all too happy to see her; Harry almost fell into the water to hug her if it wasn’t for your hand on his neck. Uma grinned up at them, tilting her head happily as she waved “That’s my name~”

She made eye contact with you, and winked, giggling at the flash of happiness within your eyes, your grin almost rivaling Harry’s. Uma locked eyes with Mal again, taunting her with a smirk as she curled the ember tightly between her tentacles and dove back into the water-Mal yelping out in panic; she couldn't lose the ember!

Everyone watched in near awe as a tower of swirling water began to rise, soon exploding and soaking everyone, you looked behind you at the other side of the bridge as everyone else searched the waters, wondering if Uma had just-left. She hadn’t, there she was, on the bridge, holding the ember with that wonderful smile of hers.

“hey boys~” she purred, laughing as Harry and Gil whirled around to look at her, Mal only looking frustrated and annoyed. Harry cackled, holding out his hook as he practically skipped over to Uma, her pinkie curling around his hook in greeting as he welcomed her back.

“Welcome back~” Harry purred, getting a good look at her to make sure she wasn’t hurt before settling behind her, his eyes on the other vks to make sure they (Mal) didn’t do anything stupid. Lest they face the wrath of Uma’s boys. “Where have you been?” Gil asked, frowning a bit as he stepped up to Uma “it’s been like-two years”

“Planning her revenge no doubt” Mal snapped, scrunching her nose in anger as Uma scoffed and rolled her eyes; she actually hadn’t, she had been enjoying her life outside the isle and sunbathing on the beaches Auradon had to offer “It’s not all about you Mal” Uma taunted, all too happy to shove that fact in Mal’s face.

Mal just rose her brow, as if saying ‘so? I’ll make it about me’ (if yall don’t know/can't tell by now, I don’t like canon Mal :/) “I was looking for a hole in the barrier, to let everybody out? And you know what I found boys?” Uma completely turned her back to Mal, knowing her boys would protect her if needed while also telling Mal ‘you aren’t worthy enough to have my guard up around you’. “it’s way better out there than we thought!”

Uma’s eyes sparkled as she began to recount what she had seen while outside the barrier “there's this thing that looks like a furry rock, called a coconut; and fish so big you can dance on their backs!” Uma turned back to Mal, the purple-haired girl just crossing her arms with a sour look on her face. “and they’ve kept it all for themselves?” Uma taunted as Harry made a small clicking noise with his tongue, shaming the vks for withholding the freedom of Auradon from the vks still on the isle.

“Whatever,” Mal said with a roll of her eyes, holding out her hand for the ember; somehow expecting Uma to just-give it back. “I need that, to break a spell.” Uma chuckled a bit at the demand while Carlos provided some insight, something that actually might have Uma decide to help instead of dooming Auradon.

“Cast by Audrey, sleeping beauties daughter” Uma actually looked a bit surprised at that, she had seen the once brown-haired princess before on the news; she always seemed so much like her mother. But Uma knew to never judge a book by its cover, and that princess must’ve held some dark secrets if she had cast such a spell as the one covering Auradon.

“So, the good guys the bad guy?” Uma laughed, turning back to her boys who just smirked at her “hmm, well-I might not give it back” she pursed her lips; clearly just trying to antagonize Mal “see what happens~”

“Uma, it is not the time for games, people's lives are in danger!” Mal yelled out, quite dramatically; making Uma snort while you and Harry started laughing, Gil rolling his eyes as Harry leaned towards him with a sharp grin.

Uma glanced back down at the ember, slowly making her way towards the edge of the bridge without Mal noticing what she was actually doing “Guarantee me, that every single villain kid that wants to; can get off the isle” it was a solid deal, the isle’s freedom in return for Auradon’s safety. But Mal just huffed, throwing her hands up as if she didn’t have the power to promise such a thing (which, she really doesn’t??? she’s lady of the court, girl ain't the queen yet)

“I can’t do that” Mal sneered, her lip curling slightly as Uma just rose her brows, rolling her eyes as she went towards her boys, you and Harry giving her an opening to the edge as she whirled back around and held the ember over the water. “Can’t do that? Well, how about now!”

“DEAL!” Mal yelled out, her eyes wide with panic, but she quickly tried to save face; trying to seem as if she wasn’t at all worried about Uma extinguishing her only hope to save her new home. “Deal.”

Uma smirked, pretending to stumble and nearly drop the ember, cackling as Mal let out a panicked semblance of a word; Evie reached out to stop Uma from doing anything more “Uma!” Mal almost looked mad Evie was trying to help, glaring at the blue haired girl “her word is good” Uma rose her brow, knowing Mal was a creature of lies, and you saw how Mal’s eyes flickered to the bridge for a moment.

She felt guilty over something, she had that same tell since you were all kids; something her mother had tried to beat out to no avail. Your eyes narrowed, keeping your eyes on Mal as Uma pursed her lips, her eyes on the ember as she stalked towards Mal; who still kept her hand out, still expecting Uma to just hand over the ember. Uma sucked on her teeth before shoving the ember into her vest pocket, smirking as Mal huffed and crossed her arms like a pouting child who lost their toy “I’ll still keep this, for the time being. Because if you think I trust you to save the world on your own?” Uma chuckled, leaning towards Mal with a sinister yet knowing smirk “Think again.”

Mal just glared, clearly not happy about the situation. She took a moment to glare at you, her nose scrunching in anger as you laughed with your boys, taking Uma’s waist as she turned to you “this is a job for pirates~!!” Harry cackled and gave Uma a solid palm smack, Gil taking her shoulder and looking very excited for the adventure to come.

Uma rubbed her hands together, excited to see if Mal would swallow her pride and accept Uma’s offer or if she would pull a Mal. Mal glared full-heartedly at you and Uma, her eyes beginning to glow but Jay quickly de-escalated the situation and pulled Mal back by her arm, muttering something into her ear.

Her eyes went off the side for a moment, as if contemplating something, then she huffed, clenching her jaw “fine.” She snapped lowly, tilting her head in a way that told Jay to take over for talking; since Mal wanted to be a pouty baby. ‘for a leader, she’s real bad at getting along with anyone’ you thought to yourself, and she had been that way since you were all young, another trait handed down from her parents. Yes, parents. As in both Hades and Maleficent, both stubborn assholes who didn’t like to share.

So really, it was no wonder Mal was a stubborn bitch who refused to meet in the middle.

With the nod from Mal, Jay nodded back, turning to gil and Harry; glaring. “where are our bikes?” bikes? What bikes? You glanced at Harry, who started to giggle, Uma looking just as ‘what did you two do?’ as you did. “oh yeah” Gil laughed, gesturing back towards the isle with that smile of his “we crashed em~!”

Jay and Carlos looked pissed, and you would be too if you didn’t give a fuck. Harry nodded with a cackle, beginning to act out revving the bike and driving it off a ramp, then it crashing and exploding. He giggled at Jay’s reaction, pointing at his face and turning to Uma to see her reaction. She just rolled her eyes with a fond snort.

Your eyes drifted to Evie as she stepped forward, and you wondered when she had gone from the fake ditsy fashionista to mom friend. “Here’s a thought?” Evie said loudly, Harry hiccupping as she interrupted his teasing laughter, she sounded almost completely over everyone being at each other's throat, Auradon was on the line and fighting between each other wasn’t going to help “we could try to be friends? Put our history behind us and celebrate our differences.”

Mal just started at Evie like she was insane, as if she would ever consider being friends with shrimpy and homewrecker. Mal turned, glaring at you and Uma as you both just stared at Evie, wondering why she was doing this now and if there was a point to it.

“yeah?” Evie encouraged with a smile, looking towards Mal, who just blinked at her, Jay and Carlos staring hard at Gil and Harry. Evie then reached into her sleeve and pulled out a small red drawstring bag that held several blue gumballs “Who wants gum?”

“Do you carry that with you everywhere?” you asked, pointing at the bag, Evie nodded with a grin “that’s weird” Evie snorted slightly, still smiling. When she noticed everyone else staring at her like she was crazy, her smile dropped slightly, her lips pursing as she shook the bag “no?”

Uma rolled her eyes, hands on her hips as she turned on her heel and began to lead the way towards Auradon “let's go” Mal let out a sharp noise, holding up her hand, you and Harry rolling your eyes at Mal’s need to control everything. “No. I’m in charge” Mal glanced around, seeing her side of the group had no complaints, while Uma’s side glared at her, one looking just-so bored (you, you were very bored, and over Mal’s stupidity) “let’s go”

With that, Mal started off, Uma snorting as she did; knowing she was getting under Mal’s skin with little effort, she was going to enjoy tormenting Mal during this little joint rescue. Evie sighed, taking a gumball and popping one into her mouth, sliding the bag back into her sleeve and following after her fellow vks.

-

After what felt like two hours of walking, the group of mismatched vks made it to the Auradon prep gardens, all pausing at the sight of dozens of students sleeping away. Clearly not willingly. “they’re asleep” Evie whispered as if she was afraid to wake anyone up “all of them.”

“Spelled by your princess” Uma muttered, moving further into the gardens, eyes peeled for any sign of danger while the Auradon-bound VK’s were too busy paying attention to their phones, trying to get ahold of their loved ones. Well, minus Jay, who made sure the spelled students were okay.

Gil followed Jay around while you and Harry kept close to Uma, though Harry did go off to snatch a wallet or two. “five, four, three, two, one” you muttered to Uma as you counted down the time until Jay would step in and stop Harry, to which-he was right on cue. “you do,” Jay said as he took the stolen cash from Harry, continuing Harry’s little ramble about him deserving compensation for joining the rescue mission “me not squashing you like a bug” Harry just giggled at Jay’s threat, tossing the now empty wallet on the white metal table and taking his hook, getting into Jay’s face with a maniac grin.

“Think I’m scared of you Jay~?” Harry cooed; his eyes bright with the urge to shove his hook through Jay’s jaw. Jay just glared right back, the two boys straightening up as Mal and Uma called for them to cut their shit out. Harry huffed, giving Jay a dark glare as he walked away, soon Harry made his way back to you and Uma, pouting as he did so.

“Hey, we have to play nice, for now,” you muttered, taking Harry’s free hand “you and Jay can hash at it later, right now; we focus on Auradon and the kids” Harry glanced at you, and huffed, but nodded; leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“fine” he grumbled, perking up as Evie called for everyone's attention, her eyes wide with terror and shock as she stumbled away from a statue of a frightened girl “Ha-Hannah turned to stone” Evie whispered, Jay catching her shoulders as Evie’s hands went to cover her mouth.

“holy shit” you muttered, walking up to the stone girl and resting your hand gently on her shoulder, the stone was ice cold, nothing compared to the comfortable temperatures of the school grounds.

 “All right everyone stay on your toes, we’re not dealing with just a sleeping spell anymore” Jay muttered, and his words rang sharply in everyone's chest this was no longer just a race to find Audrey and stop her from sending everyone off to sleep, this was to stop her from doing worse.

Hanna gave no notion of life within her stone-turned eyes, Audrey had invertedly killed her, and however more people she had turned to stone. “since we’re here” Uma said as she passed by the statue “let's check the school, even if that princess ain’t here we might find a clue” Mal pursed her lips, glancing to the side before she spoke up “No”. Uma slowly turned back, not liking the tone of Mal’s voice, as if Uma’s suggestion was stupid. “Audrey went after the crown, so, I think it's safe to assume she went after Ben and the castle next?” she looked to her friends to see if they agreed, and they nodded, it was in fact the most logical answer. Mal nodded back, happy to know they agreed. “then that’s where we'll go.”

Uma licked her lips, turning back on her heel to step closer to Mal, her shoulders back in defense “says who?” Uma challenged; Mal just frowned, stepping up to copy Uma’s movements, her eyes narrowed with warning “says me” Mal spat back, the two girls getting almost nose to nose as they glared at each other.

“says you and that’s supposed to mean something to me?” Uma huffed, tilting her head up slightly as she tilted closer to Mal, who was about to insult Uma right back when you and Evie spoke up, interrupting their little tough talk.

“Guys,” the two said, already tired of their bullshit, you continued to speak as Evie shook her head at Mal, telling her to knock it off with the whole holier than thou bit. “we don’t have time for your bickering, yet here we are watching you two bitch as if we’re not on a time crunch now.” you hissed, stepping closer to the girls and pushing them apart, glaring at Mal as she smacked his arm.

“Don’t touch me” Mal snapped, surprising her friends with the venom in her voice, one not even heard for Uma. You just glared, unaffected by it, then raised your brow “Then get you’re shit together, ain't leaders supposed to be level-headed? And not wasting time picking fights?” Mal let out a low hiss between her teeth, pouting a bit, not wanting to admit you were right.

So she just turned to her friends, stepping away on her right foot “to the castle” with that, she was off, her friends at her heels as the pirates and Celia lagged slightly behind; Harry’s arm once again around your shoulder, Gil holding your free hand.

Uma peeked over her shoulder, smiling at the sight of her boys, she had missed them so much and she couldn’t be happier to be with them again; now she just had to endure mal and her goons and they would be home free.

-

They were bickering again. You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. They really couldn't just-chill for five minutes, could they? Nearly the entire way to the castle they had bickered, and now you were inside the castle, looking for Ben; they were once again-bickering.

“Bet you lost sleep thinking ‘bout me being on the loose” Uma hummed, crossing her arms as she, Evie, and Mal strut down the hall of armors. Evie sighed, giving you a glance that clearly said she was over the two’s bullshit. You just huffed back with a chuckle, feeling the same; you loved Uma, but her and Mal’s little shit fest wasn’t all that fun to listen to for the thousandth time.

“No, dragons don’t really lose sleep” Mal spat back, trying to keep her cool, but with another glance from Evie; you knew she was bull-shitting, she had lost sleep, while Uma simply went about with her freedom. You let out another huffed chuckle, ending up next to mal while Evie stepped between the two girls, trying to get them to chill out “I wonder what fried shrimp tastes like~?” Mal wondered aloud, attempting to intimidate Uma to no avail, only succeeding in annoying her by bringing the stupid shrimp thing back up.

“Can you two not do this? I thought we were looking for Ben, who could be in danger, and yet here we stand as if waiting for coffee~!” you said in a snarky tone, glaring at Mal as she huffed and turned to sneer at you, her eyes alight with near hate that didn’t seem to be completely directed at you.

“Shut it, gravedigger, no one asked you” Mal spat, flinching as Harry, Uma, and Gil let out a loud offended noise at your defense; Uma grabbing Mal’s shoulder to get Mal’s attention back on her. You didn’t care much about her little insult; it was hardly one anyways; so you used to be a grave digger so what?

Though with how Mal was basically royalty on the isle, and now almost royalty in Auradon, she might be a bit classist, and a grave digger was one of the lower classes of any society, at least to Mal.

“What the hell is your problem with him?!” Uma practically yelled, her lip curling over her teeth as Harry glared at Mal over Uma’s shoulder “You’ve been practically bullying him all day, If it's me you gotta problem with; take it up with me, don’t take it out on him!” Mal sputtered for a moment, unable to tell Uma the truth about why she hated you but Harry, accidentally, saved her ass; calling out in panic as the suits of armor surrounding the walls of the room jerked to life.

“Girls, cut tha’ shit! we ‘ave a problem!” he yelled out, grabbing Uma’s arm as the two knights nearest to the group turned to them, pink smoke flowing from their visors. Mal gasped in fright, bumping back into Evie and Gil as Audrey’s voice echoed from the knights “It would be wise to listen to the pirate, Malsy~ your pride will be your downfall” Audrey hissed, and the knights soon attacked, the horde slowly and loudly making their way to the group.

“Run, run!!” you yelled, pushing at Mal and forcing her frozen form to move, everyone made a run towards the doors, only for the way to be blocked, Celia on the other side of them holding Dude in her arms, her eyes wide with fright.

Luckily she was out of the way, and hopefully would stay safe. “no choice, we hav’ta fight!” Harry yelled, grabbing a sword from a nearby holster and slashing at a knight that just came a bit too close to Uma, the blades clashing against each other.

You sighed, taking one long look around the room, you were heavily outnumbered; this wasn’t going to be easy. Hopefully, Mal and Uma could get their shit together long enough to get through this, cuz hell if you were dying by enchanted armor.

-

You tossed down the sword you had taken from the wall holsters, cracking your neck as the rest of the boys celebrated with each other, Harry and Jay chest bumped; Carlos and Gil did the same a moment later, their previous plights with each other forgotten for a moment.

That is until Mal and Uma almost high-fived and immediately jumped away from each other in disgust, Mal wiping her untouched hand on her pants. The boys cleared their thoughts uncomfortably, joining their respectful leaders. You sighed, shaking your head and joining your boys, closing your eyes as Uma’s hand curled around your jaw, her thumb against your scruff which she grinned at.

You heard a huff of distress from Evie, and you let out a sigh of your own; knowing what she was about to say “Guys come on!” Evie cried out, glancing between the toppled knights, and the two groups “this was so great! All of us, working together! Everything was easier, right? Just-think about it-if we all stop-bickering with each other” She gave a stern look to both Uma and Mal; Mal glancing away while Uma rolled her eyes “We can maybe save Auradon before tomorrow, huh?”

Evie looked around, hoping to see some compromise from either side, Mal just pouted, while Uma sighed; seeing Evie’s point but not wanting to budge unless Mal pushed aside her pride. Evie let out a long sigh, seeing that neither girl was going to budge, she put her hands on her hips, pursing her lips as she tried to think of a way to get everyone to *at least* stop being at each other's throats.

A slow smirk grew on her face, if they wouldn’t willingly get along, she could embarrass them into it. “I know what we can try~” Evie sang, giving Carlos a small side glance, stifling her laugh as Carlos subtly shook his head, begging her not to do it. “An ice breaker.” Mal, Carlos, and Jay all groaned, Mal covering her face in practical 2nd hand embarrassment as Evie brushed her hair back and turned to the pirates, her eyes sparkling with devious intent.

The pirates look suddenly fearful for their lives, all leaning away from Evie as if that would protect them from her ‘ice-breaker’ “Now” Evie started, clapping her hands together and beaming at the pirates “You say something you really like about the person, and then they return the favor~ okay? I’ll start” she got a good look at each of the pirates, slightly laughing through her nose as she did so.

Gil just looked utterly confused, Uma was just looking back at her as if she was crazy, Harry was-legit holding his breath and looking away-like a child in trouble, and you-you were nearly doing the same as Uma; through your arms were crossed and you were biting the inside of your lip-hoping she wouldn’t choose you.

“Harry,” Evie finally decided, Harry groaning lightly as he closed his eyes and finally released his breath “great accent” Harry blinked-not expecting Evie to-actually compliment him-something that was actually his-not his ability to fight, or how scary he was-but something that was-him. He blinked at her again, furrowing his brows a bit as Evie beamed and gestured for him to go. “Now you go~”

Harry pursed his lips, slightly debating on whether or not to go along with the little game when Uma interrupted it, holding up her hands and stepping forward “okay-where does this cheerleader bunk down? We may not find her there, but we might find a clue about where she actually is? We’re wasting time here as it is.”

Evie pouted a bit; she could tell Harry was about to speak but-Uma had a point “Evie?” Mal said, taking Evie’s hand and leaning into her point of view “I love you,” Evie beamed and echoed her words back “and as much as I hate to admit it-Uma’s right” Uma looked surprised to hear Mal say those words. Evie only looked delighted to hear that, finally! Some progress~!! “Audrey clearly knows we’re here, and what we’re trying to do-we need to find out where she is, and where ben is-if we’re going to save Auradon. The longer she has the scepter-the more powerful she becomes and the harder it’ll be to save her and Auradon”

Evie frowned and nodded, squaring her shoulders as Uma stepped up, looking right at Mal “yeah-so-where does she hang out usually? We’ll need to start somewhere.” Mal huffed, furrowing her brows as she thought, Evie providing the much-needed information “actually” Evie muttered, tapping her chin “she’s still in the dorms” Mal gasped and tapped Evie’s shoulder in revelation, remembering why Audrey was still in the dorms.

“Right! Because of summer school!” at this, Harry burst into laughter, so the precious spoiled princess was still in school? Summer school?? “What?! summer school?” you glanced at Hartry, huffing as he bumped your shoulder and then grabbed Uma’s “Summer! School! No wonder she wants revenge~” he ended with a pitched giggle, hiccupping as Mal clapped her hands together loudly and interrupted him.

"Okay! I need you guys” she looked to both sets of boys on either side of the room “to go find Ben. we will meet up at Evie’s in, two hours. Okay? We” she gestured to herself, Evie, Uma, and Celia “will go to the dorms to look for any clues on Audrey.”

Uma hummed, pursing her lips a bit-seeing the perfect opportunity to mess with Mal “Sounds like we’re going with my plan, I’m jus’ saying” Mal rolled her eyes, throwing her hands up in exasperation, not wanting to admit Uma’s plan was a smart one “It was kind’ve the obvious plan." Mal snapped, scrunching her nose as Gil loudly announced that Uma had thought of it first, Uma turned to him with a snarky grin “Right so my plan?” you and Harry nodded in agreement while Mal threw up her hands again and stormed off, Uma quickly catching up as to not let Mal take the lead again.

You sighed and tilted into Gil’s side as he threw his arm over your shoulder, glancing back at Evie to make sure she was following before the six of you(plus dude) split from the girls, following Dude into the forest where Ben’s cent trailed off into.

-

You huffed as you all came to a stop a few miles into the woods that surrounded the royal castle; wondering where the king had gone. Dude was sniffing around towards the path that apparently led to the enchanted lake-his head perking up towards the left of the path. You blinked, remembering the marks that covered the walls and flowers of the castle-that all seemed to originate from the hallway where Ben’s office apparently was.

You had to wonder-what if Audrey turned Ben into a Be-“so-you got any idea why Mal hates you so much?” you jumped as Carlos’ voice suddenly broke through your train of thought, glancing to the side to see the freckled teen, his hands on his hips as he joined you in watching Dude smell for Ben.

You shrugged “Don’t know, and I don’t care. Whatever beef she’s got with me is entirely her own. I mean-I do got problems with her, but that relates to Uma. As far as I know, I’ve never done anything to her to make her so” you waved your hand in a vague gesture that Carlos easily understood “iffy towards me.” Well, you did have a small idea, but that was her bullshit and her bullshit alone. It wasn’t your fault or choice her deadbeat dad chose some random kid over his own.

Carlos slowly nodded, smiling a bit as he saw Gil and Jay chatting away over the blueberry bush, Harry in the background pouting away “so how long have you four been tougher?” you laughed, shaking your head, honestly-you didn’t even remember when you had gone from friends, to a fling, to a full relationship with the sea three-it just-kinda happened.

“bold of you to assume it’s a relationship” you teased, fully implying that it was in-fact a relationship and not a fling. Carlos just snorted, crossing his arms “yeah, that’s what Mal, Evie, n Jay think; I think im the only one who's caught onto you four. Mal keeps betting the fling will burn out, Evie thinks ya’ll will get married, and Jay doesn’t really care…or at least he tries to say he doesn’t.” you had to cover your face to stop your laughter, because oh my gods the core four(minus Carlos) were fucking betting on you and the pirate's relationship.

“They got nothing better to do?” you chuckled, covering your face again as Carlos rolled his eyes with a shrug “you’d think huh? I can't wait to see Mal’s face whenever ya’ll announce your relationship.” You snorted at his words, perking up as Harry let out a piercing whistle and started walking after Dude who was suddenly bee-lining into the forest.

“yer mutt’s goin’ off on ‘is own pup!” Harry snapped out, Carlos quickly following after the taller pirate as you, Gil, and Jay followed their lead-Dude led the group deeper and deeper into the forest, following a trail of deep claw marks on the trees and forest floor; setting a nervous feeling into everyone's gut as they followed Dude.

Still no sign of Ben.

Where the hell was he-you spun around at the sound of something heavy cracking leaves and sticks on the forest floor, and it didn’t sound like it was alone. It sounded like there were several sets of footsteps-all walking on fours. You turned back around, seeing Gil and Carlos both looking where you had been a moment before; Harry and Jay still following dude.

You opened your mouth to call for them to stop when a terrifying roar broke through the almost eerie silence of the forest. You turned, screaming with Carlos and Gil as a stone lion pounced towards you, its pearly jaw wide open in preparation to snap your neck through.

You hit the floor with it on your chest, your hands pressed to its nose and chin and pushing back against the stone, eyes wide in panic. “FUCK” you yelled out, planting your boot on its smooth underbelly and pushing-but alas-you were only human, and 80 pounds of stone pressing on you like an actual lion was not looking good.

Your head hit the floor again, your vision upside-down as you saw Harry being pinned, screaming as a pair of jaws bit into his shoulder, Jay and Gil being cornered into a tree, as another lion circled Carlos and Dude; the fourth lion eyeing the group-as if determining which boy to make its meal.

Harry screamed again, his voice breaking as he sobbed in immense pain. You looked back at him, tears burning at your eyes as you felt a heat burn at your inner left wrist-almost feeling like a fire was sparking at your skin. “Harry!” you yelled out, giving one final shove to the lion on top of you, not bothering to look as you somehow pushed it off of you and it landed a few feet away, looking shocked you had done that.

You ignored the sudden burst of strength and bolted over to your boyfriend, the flurry of adrenaline and fire licking up your skin making you ignore the even larger lion-like figure that leaped over you towards Gil and Jay, the stone lion crumbling under its form.

You slammed into the lion that was pinning Harry, clenching your jaw as it ripped away from Harry’s shoulder and ripped his skin further, making him scream out in pain as the lion crashed into a tree and made it topple over-the lion's head cracking off from the impact.

“fuck-Harry!” you yelped, practically straddling your injured boyfriend, his free hand desperately grabbing at your thigh as you tried to figure out how to help him-the skin and clothes on his shoulder horribly mangled and bleeding rapidly. “fuck-fuck fuck!”

Your shoulders were grabbed and you were pulled back, you nearly bit whoever grabbed you but you calmed when you noticed a girl with dark long hair and a water gun spraying Harry, his wounds healing in an instant. “the fuck?” you whispered, but you pushed the how away and hugged Harry tightly as he sat up, wincing as the girl got the back of his shoulder as well. “oh my gods-don’t you ever do that again!” “call it payback fer Jay slicing yer back” Harry grunted, giving jay a sharp grin as he winced and rubbed the back of his head, muttering a small apology, Ben-BEN!(who was…very furry and had fangs?) hanging off his side, looking worried.

“Is he okay?” Ben asked, a slight lisp to his words, you turned back to Harry, who nodded, seeing his bite wound was gone, not even a scar. “thank the gods, actually-thank you Jane” jane, the girl with the water gun, nodded with a small smile, leaning into Carlos’ side as he hugged her.

“Ignoring furry Ben and magic water,” Gil suddenly said, grabbing your shoulder and making you stand “how in the hell did you do that? You can't even beat me in arm wrestling on a good day?” you furrowed your brows, wondering what he meant when he pointed at the decapitated lion and the other than you had pushed off of you(which was now crumbled to pieces thanks to Ben). you shrugged “adrenaline?” you questioned, not really knowing what you had done that was so miraculous, you had heard some people were able to access something akin to superhuman strength in times of need or desperation, yours was saving your boyfriend.

“I don’ think so” Harry muttered, pointing at your left inner wrist, where your leather bracelet was beginning to smoke. You yelped and ripped it off, seeing an indent in the inside of it, in the same shape as your tattoo-which was Hades’ symbol-one he made you get around 15 years old “so people know you’re under my protection” he had said.

Maybe he had given you much more than just protection.

“Fucking Hades” you grumbled, rubbing the tattoo-it was hot-like a lit ember. He really just had to do the most, didn’t he? Mal was going to be so fucking pissed.

Whatever-she should really direct at her dad though, it’s not like you chose him to give you so much attention. You didn’t mind it, but gods he was a weird one.

-

It took nearly an hour to get to Evie’s place-which-you had to admit was very nice. As you walked up the path to the patio/front doors(?), Mal and Uma threw open the doors, Mal bolting up to Ben as Uma met you and Harry halfway, eyes widening as she saw his torn shoulder. “what happened?!” Uma yelped, gingerly taking the ripped jacket fabric and folding it away from his skin, the fabric still stained with his blood-yet there was no injury to be seen.

“Audrey sent stone lions at us” you muttered, squeezing Harry’s free hand as he offered his hook to Uma, a small smile of comfort on his lips as Uma took it with her pinkie “one of ‘em went after Harry and got his shoulder bad-Jane” you nodded over to her, still holding the water-gun. “healed him with that magic water, so-no permanent damage”

Uma sighed in relief, waving her hand over Harry’s shoulder and fixing his clothes. Harry hummed with a smile, shaking his shoulder-happy to have his clothes back to normal and taking Uma in a hug-quietly asking her if she was okay. She nodded and patted his shoulder, then went to Gil to check him over.

You turned to Harry, smiling as he looked down at you, his thumb rubbing your exposed wrist after he took your arm. “you gonna tell her?” Harry asked quietly, meaning Uma-since you apparently had been fully claimed by Hades-her uncle. You shrugged “don’t really see a point to, might’ve been a one-time thing” you muttered back, leaning into his shoulder as everyone gathered up, Mal letting Ben/the group know about the clue they(Uma) found at Audrey’s dorm.

Harry led you over to Uma and Gil, Gil eating an orange that he somehow got. “we all think Audrey might be at Fairy cottage, any idea where that might be?” Mal asked, biting the inside of her lip as Ben nodded, crossing his arms as he glanced off to the side “yeah, Audrey took me there every fairy godmothers day…where is FG when you need her" he grumbled as an afterthought, everyone looking to Jane at that. She shrugged, suddenly looking crestfallen “I wish I knew” Jane mumbled, and then Carlos was at her side, a small red box in his hands-looking a bit flustered.

You turned away at that, letting them have their moment. Suddenly, it was decided that Jane and Doug would go out to look for FG, Uma stepped up to suggest they have some extra muscle, since-well-Doug wasn’t the best guard. Gil volunteered himself, and everyone announced they would feel better if he did go. Including Doug.

And soon enough, the three were off, leaving everyone else to plan for the fight/sneak attack on Audrey. Mal’s gaze caught on your inner left wrist as you passed by her to go inside, and she felt a small fire of jealousy ignite in her chest-but she ignored it for the moment, there were more important things going on than her daddy issues.

-

“so-you were just-stringing us all along??? And then what? then what Mal?? What were you going to do when we all realized-no more kids were coming off the isle? What was your plan??” Uma seethed at Mal, her eyes glowing with unparalleled anger. Mal stumbled with her words, stepping back as Uma stepped forward “were you just going to keep lying??? Keep dragging it on till you were backed into another corner?! What the absolute fuck mal!?!”

Uma threw her hands up, spinning on her heel and storming away from Mal, who looked worse than a deer caught in headlights. “I cannot believe I let myself trust you, that I let myself forgive you!? You never changed, you’re still that lying snide rotten no-good bitch!” Mal gasped for breath, shaking her head and trying to regain her footing but Uma just whirled around on her, getting in her face once more. “fuck you Mal. And here I thought I could be friends with you again, I thought Auradon did you good. All it did was put a wolf in sheep's clothing.” With that-Uma shoved Mal back, snapping her head towards the forest and storming off-you and Harry following behind her.

You stepped closer to Uma as you walked further into the forest-away from Mal-and grabbed her hand, squeezing it as she clutched it tightly, shaking in your grip. She was just-so angry-so angry she just wanted to stop and cry-she really couldn’t believe she let herself trust Mal again. Mal had done nothing but hurt her over and over again, and yet Uma let herself trust Mal again….only to be hurt-again.

Harry was just as angry, though his anger was quiet-and sad, his eyes downturned to the floor, his breath shaking and hook hanging limply from his fingertips-he had failed Uma-he promised to protect her and he failed, he let Mal hurt her…again.

As you crossed the threshold of Auroria castle courtyard-you heard Mal running up behind you, panting for breath and sounding heartbroken, an extinguished ember in her hands. “Uma!” Mal called out, her eyes and cheeks red and wet with tears “Uma-please-stop-please! We have a chance if we do this together!”

Uma stopped in her tracks, glaring into Mal’s red-rimmed eyes, uncaring for the sob fest Mal was offering “your friends kick you to the curb?” Mal just looked sad-her lip wobbling “good” Uma snapped, baring her teeth a little, and about to continue forward to find Gil, then get the hell outta Auradon after making a stop at the isle for the crew.

“Uma,” Mal started again, holding her hands up in near surrender “Ben-Ben saw something in you, and-and I finally saw it too; you-you care, about everyone! On the isle, your friends, hell even us four who-who practically left you all for dead three years ago” Uma frowned, trying to recall when she had cared about the four, but remembered the moments she protected them during the battle with the nights, and when she had helped Mal at the starter castle. “please-please help me, Auradon is worth saving, if not for me-then the kids that deserve to be here-I know I did a stupid thing and im sorry but” Mal sobbed, offering the ember that was black as coal-hoping Uma could help her reignite it. “please…”

Uma just stared, almost moved by her words-but-Harry, being done with Mal and her constant betrayals, took one look at Uma, and made a decision to not let Mal get the chance to hurt Uma again “you talk pretty” Harry snapped, glaring down at Mal, who suddenly realized he was also there “but-she’s already made up ‘er mind” Harry ended in a whisper, looking back down at Uma, not wanting to overstep her boundaries.

She looked back up at him, realized what he was doing, and nodded, looking back at Mal “you got yourself into this mess Mal, you get yourself outta it. Let’s go.” Uma patted Harry’s chest and grabbed your hand, the three of you moving around Mal and away from her.

Uma held her head up high as you entered the other side of the forest, taking the path you had taken from Evie’s place to hopefully find where Gil had gone. You all stopped at the sudden dragon roar that echoed through the forest and Uma turned on her heel, furrowing her brows as bright green fire and pink flashes of light illuminated the spaces between the trees.

Uma snarled to herself, turning again and kicking a tree, you and Harry jumping back to give her space as she cursed loudly “This is stupid, this is stupid-this is so fucking stupid!” Uma finally yelled out, turning and bolting back towards the castle, you and Harry close behind. “are we helping Mal all of a sudden?!” Harry yelped out, puffing as you chased after Uma. You shrugged, your feet nearly sliding out from under you as you came to a sudden stop-Audrey was on one of the spires of the castle, Mal flying around her attempting to do-something-you didn’t know what.

But you heard someone screaming out in fear and panic-and it sounded like “Celia!” Uma yelped, regaining her senses and bolting forward again, you and Harry once again at her heels “Mal doesn't stand a chance without the ember, and without the ember, Ceila’s gonna get hurt!” Uma hurriedly explained, running towards the battle between Audrey and Mal-Mal attempting to ignite the ember with her dragon fire-only for nothing to happen.

Audrey took Mal’s moment of confusion with the ember to strike her wing and chest-the ember flying out of her claw and sending Mal spiraling to the ground, a pained roar echoing across the courtyard. The ember hit the grass along with Mal-who whined and rubbed her scaley face into the dirt crater she had created with her crash.

Audrey cackled from her place upon the spires, pink lightning crashing into the sky, Celia screaming as she was held tight to Audrey’s side, the scepter nearly pressed to her face in a threatening motion.

“shit-where the ember go?!” Uma yelled, running up to Mal to assess the damage done by Audrey, while you and Harry turned to look for the dropped ember. You spotted a slight spark in the dark of the grass, bolting over and grabbing the dark ember; flipping the crystal in your fingers “got’cha” you muttered, wincing as you felt your wrist burn again, eyes widening as the ember begin to relight, your wrist tattoo glowing the same color. You sighed and shook your head, fucking Hades.

You turned, about to get the ember to Mal and Uma when a strike of lightning missed you by only a few inches, Harry and Uma calling your name in panic. You looked up, seeing Audrey looking right back down at her, eyes locked onto the sparking ember-her eyes lit with rage.

“oh, shit” you muttered, taking a leaping step back as she sent another bolt at you, clearly trying to stop you from reigniting the ember. Uma and Harry called your name again, and you turned, seeing  Mal looking right at you-her dragon eyes wide with panic. You grunted as you were blasted off your feet, rolling into the hit and soon standing back up-looking down at the ember that was still sparking-waiting for you to put a little more juice into it.

You looked up, seeing smoke curling into the sky, still Audrey's magic; but not the same spell she had been using. Something told you; you couldn’t be able to dodge this one. You took a deep breath, clutching the ember in your hands and reeling your arm back, throwing it just as lightning came down from the sky, hitting you just as the ember left your fingers-glowing a bright blue as it ignited at the last second.

Harry let out a wail, bolting towards you-or well-were you used to be-now there only stood a statue-mid throw and face set into determination. “(Y/N)!!” Harry screamed-dropping his hook into the grass and cupping your face, tears polluted by his eyeliner streaming down his face.

Uma stared in shock, the ember sitting limply in her hands, Mal next to her staring in shock, her dragon eyes blinking rapidly-you-you had just sacrificed yourself…to-to save Auradon? Mal huffed quietly, jumping as the sky above darkened with clouds, rain suddenly falling upon them like sheets. Mal turned, eyes widening as Uma began to emit a glow from her body, her necklace echoing like a homing beacon.

The ember dropped to the grass and Mal quickly picked it up with her claws-watching in near horror as lightning and thunder coursed across the sky-Uma staring at Audrey with a stare that could kill a god. Audrey stared back, looking very frightened. “oh I fucked up” Audrey muttered, screaming as Uma suddenly appeared in front of her in a flash of lightning and punched her in the face, sending Audrey off the spire.

Harry looked up as thunder crashed in his ears, his hands on your shoulders as he stepped closer to you, hoping whatever Uma had tapped into wouldn’t hurt you. Celia was suddenly at his feet in a swirl of teal-looking dizzy and confused before she jumped up and hugged his waist, the two watching in near awe as Uma hit Audrey over and over again, flashes of lightning marking her sudden teleportation skills as Audrey was blasted back with a powerful tunnel of water. Audrey gagged, dropping the scepter and bending over, hugging her stomach after Uma hit her right in the gut.

“How-fuckin-dare-“ Audrey cursed, eyes widening as Uma came to a sudden stop, her eyes glowing gold as Mal rose up behind her, roaring as her wings spread wide-the ember glowing brightly in her hands. “Don’t you Auradon brats know?” Uma snarled, tilting her head down dangerously “villains never win.” In a bright flash of blue light-Audrey dropped to the floor, the scepter dim once more and the queen's crown rolling off of Audrey’s head, the princess cleansed of the evil magic.

Uma let out a shuddering sigh, turning and bolting over to Harry-the pirate still holding your stone form-Celia still clinging to him-letting him go in favor of Uma-who quickly took the girl in her arms and made sure she was okay before she slipped under Harry’s arms and held your face-sobbing at the cold feeling against her fingers “(y/n)” she whispered, rubbing her thumb against your cheek.

Uma’s lip wobbled, years in her eyes as she nearly collapsed; she had just gotten her boys back, and now one was a statue. Harry held her tight as her legs shook, pressing his cheek to the top of her head as she sobbed into her hands. They turned as Mal’s friends burst out of the tree line on the opposite side of the courtyard, Mal looking overjoyed to see them. “you’re okay!” Mal cried as she transformed back into a human, jumping into Evie’s arms. Evie let her have the hug, but still looked very upset with Mal.

Mal suddenly pulled back, her eyes wide “But-if you guys are okay-then why isn’t…” Mal turned, looking towards you, wondering why you were still stone. Uma frowned, overhearing Mal and turning to her “What? what do you mean?” Uma cried, and Mal bit her lip “They-Audrey turned them to stone” Mal gestured to her friends and fiancé “but-with her defeat and they turned back-so-why?” Mal gestured to the defeated Audrey, and then to you-still stone. “Why didn’t (y/n) turn back?”

Uma glanced between you and Mal, then pointed at the ember “use the fucking-dumb thing-undo it!” Mal swallowed, seeing Audrey was dead asleep-and she could sense the spells Audrey cast were turning against her-and Mal wasn’t sure the ember could reverse this-as far as she knew-it was just a power drainer. “i-I don’t think I can use it to do that” Mal whispered, bowing her head as Uma let out an enraged cry, Harry holding her tight, hiding his face in her hair, his shoulders shaking a bit.

Did-did they just lose you? Did they risk their fucking lives just to lose one of the loves of their lives??? In what way was that fair?! It was deadly quiet in the courtyard as Uma sobbed in Harry’s arms, the two grieving for their lost love-oh god-what would they tell Gil?

Mal realized-the relationship between the four pirates-were much more serious than she thought…idea! “Uma!” Mal suddenly yelped out, running over to her and sliding to a stop next to her “you three-you love (y/n), right?” Harry and Uma glanced at each other, then at (y/n), then they nodded “and you all love each other?” they nodded again, and Mal grinned, gesturing to (y/n)’s stone form “remember what you said earlier, to Evie?” Uma furrowed her brows, wondering what Mal meant “True loves kiss?” Mal encouraged, hoping that helping the pirates help get (y/n) back-would ease the guilt she felt (about multiple things) “works every time?”

Uma swallowed harshly, stepping away from Harry and towards (y/n)-biting the inside of her lip as Harry followed her. “you think that’ll work?” Uma asked quietly, not really talking to anyone. Mal nodded- stepping back and covering her mouth as Harry and Uma stepped closer to you. “yeah-I think you might need Gil though” Mal muttered, jumping as Uma waved her hand-Gil appearing in a swirl of teal.

He looked utterly confused; before a heartbroken expression spread across his face at the sight of you “What happened?” Gil cried, rushing to his lover’s side, reaching out to take your outstretched hand. Uma quietly muttered the events that had happened only minutes before and Gil slowly nodded, understanding what they had to do.

Mal turned with a glance from Harry, making her ‘friends’ do the same. With their backs turned, the three pirates each took a place close to you, Uma was on your front, her hands on your shoulders, Harry on your left, and Gil on your right. They all took a deep breath and leaned in, pressing their lips to your skin (Uma to your lips), all stepping back after a long moment, holding their breaths as they waited all too long to see if their kisses worked.

The tension fell from their bodies as the stone began to crack and crumble away from your body, your chest rising with a deep breath as your upper body was freed from your stone prison. “That was fucking terrifying” you muttered, collapsing into your beloved’s arms, wrapping your arms around Harry’s waist as Uma buried her face in your neck, soaking your jacket with her fresh tears of relief.

You hummed, feeling Gil wrapping his arms around you, Uma, and Harry, squeezing the three of you tightly and comfortably “Thank the gods that worked” Gil muttered, making the others nod in agreement. You pulled away slightly, pecking Harry’s lips, then Uma’s, then Gil’s, bringing them all back in for another hug “I love you” you whispered, and they all whispered it back.

-

It was decided that Hades would be brought over to Auradon to hopefully save Audrey from her rebounded spells; and Uma, Harry, you, Gil, and Celia; would return to the isle as well-to protect the kids still there. in the meantime-Ben had a few rooms set up for you four-but you all clambered up in one room anyway-not caring for how scandalized FG looked at the idea of four people dating at one time-but she quickly got over it-spelling the bed into one that could fit you all.

Hours later-after Uma, Harry, and Gil had settled-you couldn’t sleep, wandering about the halls of Beast castle-trailing your hands upon the claw marks Ben had set into the walls. You ended up in the library, sitting on one of the window seats, a book resting in your hands, the pages flipping idly by once in a while as you read.

You heard someone walk up about an hour into your reading, you glanced up-seeing Mal in her pajamas, looking like she had seen a ghost. She was probably still reeling from the fact that everyone turned against her after she revealed her lies-and from the fact she had been the deciding factor in Audrey’s turn to evil. You hummed as she stepped closer, flipping the page of your book as you finished the page. She climbed up onto the window seat with you, sitting cross-legged across from you, staring at you while you continued to read.

You glanced up after a few minutes, seeing her just-still staring at you, her hand clenched around the glowing ember. “yes?” you muttered, closing the book and setting it aside, leaning back against the window seat wall. Mal huffed, curling gin on herself, hugging her legs as her eyes went down to the ember “why did he choose you?” Mal asked quietly, her nose scrunching slightly-finally airing out the question that had been bugging her for so many years now-the reason she had been so mean to you.

You sighed, letting your head hit the wall behind you “he-he who? I hate the pronoun game Mal.” Mal rolled her eyes, tossing the ember at you, you easily caught it, spinning it between your fingers “Hades. My dad. Why did he choose you? Why did you get him? why did you get my dad when I was left with my crazy mother” Mal hissed, pouting as you let out a low sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“look-Mal” you leaned towards her, resting your elbows on your knees “I don’t know. And frankly-I don’t care. but-“ Mal was about to yell, you could tell, so you quickly held your hand up-stopping her from doing so “-I do understand why you care-and I agree, it’s not fair to you. You’re his kid, his biological kid, and yet he didn’t claim you. It has to sting, I get that, my actual parents shunned me for being trans-“ Mal frowned, remembering the day your biological “mother” chased you down the market street-cursing your dead name to the heavens about how you were such a disappointment, and how god would never forgive you.

Your father had disowned you the same day, throwing all your stuff out of your house. It had been the same week you had become a grave digger. But you didn’t care about that now-you had a better family, your pirates-your….boss/father figure that was actually Mal’s dead-beat dad. “-so believe me-I do get not being wanted by your parents.” You reached out, taking Mal’s hand.

A tear streaked down her cheek, her face crumpling and she sniffed “its-just…he found someone worth changing for…but I just wish it was me” Mal sobbed, her father-her father who abandoned her when she was a baby, not even old enough to remember him ever holding her-had easily taken in a child that wasn’t his own-becoming a father of someone not his blood.

Honestly-she was proud of that change-she-she just wanted to be the reason he did. You hummed at her words, tilting your head slightly, encouraging her to continue. Mal sniffed again, tears streaming down her face “because if he changed for you, it means-it means-I wasn’t worthy enough for him to change.” You let out a long sigh, gripping Mal’s hand tightly.

“He’s an asshole Mal, it’s not hard to admit” Mal snorted, wiping away her tears with her free hand, yet they still kept coming “he’s an asshole who ignored his kid for some random one who couldn’t care less about him-you did deserve to have a proper parent, everyone does. So fuck him. I don’t know why he chose me-and I don’t care-but blame him for that shit-that was all his choice-“ you leaned towards her, tipping up her chin and giving her a small grin “but don’t blame me for his choices, don’t blame me for his assholery-you don’t wanna be judged by your parents right?”

Mal suddenly flushed, realizing how much of a hypocrite she had been “Then don’t do the same for me, okay?” Mal let out a long shaking sigh, nodding and wiping her tears, letting out a whimpered apology to you-a true heartfelt apology “I’m so-so sorry (y/n)” Mal whispered, her shoulders slumping. “I shouldn’t have treated you the way I have these last years-just because of my dad being a butt” you snorted “i-I’m so sorry.”

You smiled, taking her hand again “Apology accepted.” Mal sated at you, her eyes filling with years again “Now if you can give that kinda apology to your friends, and make up for your choice-I’m sure they’ll accept your apology too” Mal rolled her eyes, sliding off the window seat and starting to walk away “Mallll”

“I will-I promise. Thank you (y/n), goodnight….and I’ve changed my mind on the barrier thing” Mal muttered as a final word as she walked away, making you grin-flipping the ember in your fingers, your eyes flashing yellow with the gift of hades.

-

“She actually apologized to you? Mal??”  Uma asked as she looked up at you from your lap, Harry’s head tucked into your shoulder as Gil lay across his chest. It had only been a few hours since the four of you returned to the isle-Hades probably being transported back to the isle by now-hopefully after successfully waking Audrey. But the four of you had settled into Uma’s cabin upon your return-finally able to enjoy each other's company.

 You nodded with a hum, curling a strand of Uma’s braided hair around your fingers, shrugging as Harry let out a scoff “she did-actually admitted why she hated me n stuff” you muttered, dropping your hand into Harry’s that rested on your stomach “Girls got a lotta parental issues-it’s a wonder she hasn’t gone to therapy yet.”

Harry let out a loud snort, shaking his head as he got comfortable in your side, Gil rearranging himself to do the same.  “The day she goes to therapy, is the day I’ll give Jay a hug” Harry joked-giggling as you wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him up to kiss the top of his head. he easily turned that into a full kiss-soon turning heated as he pulled himself up and wrapped his arms around you, his tongue poking at your bottom lip.

You chuckled into his mouth, letting him explore your mouth as Uma’s warm hands drifted under your shirt, her thumb caressing the scars across your chest. “Getting frisky are we?” you purred as Harry pulled away, his soft lips trailing down your scruffy jaw, his hands cupping the back of your head.

Gil laughed as he sat up from Harry’s torso-moving to sit on your other side and taking off his shirt “honestly-you got turned to stone a few days ago-I think we all need a bit of tlc” you let out a laugh, soon interrupted by Uma’s lips as Harry’s attached to your neck, his hands trailing down to your waist, sliding under your boxers.

You hummed into Uma’s mouth as Harry’s fingers trailed over the sensitive nerve that was soaked with your slick-his fingers eventually venturing inside you-pressing against your g-spot. You moaned into Uma’s mouth, rocking your hips into Harry’s fingers, Harry’s still-clothed cock rocking up against your thigh. Gil watched the show with excited eyes, his hand resting on his thigh as the other trailed up Uma’s arm as she continued to lavish you with kisses.

“you wanna fuck or be fucked (y/n)” Gil asked, drawing his hand Under Uma’s Shirt, undoing her bra. You hummed at the question, licking your lips as Harry’s palm rubbed against your nerve. You smirked, turning to Harry, grabbing his chin-forcing him to look up at you, his eyes dilated and half-lidded-his cheeks bright red “fuck me my pretty pirate” you purred, chuckling as he leaned up and kissed you heavily, Uma leaning back to enjoy the show, taking off her shirt as Gil rubbed her back-her clothes joining Gil’s on the floor.

“kiss me sunshine boy” Uma purred, giggling as Gil took her face and kissed her, Harry climbing on top of you as Uma was moved to Gil’s lap. You watched Gil lavish Uma with his lips, Harry taking your pants and sliding them own-allowing you to sit up and take off your jacket and shirt. You kissed Harry as he popped back up, smirking as he moaned, his nimble fingers curling around your wrists, thumb rubbing your exposed tattoo.

“Love ya bug” you whispered to Harry as he pulled away, his lips swollen, he smiled at you and kissed you again, echoing your words back as your arms wrapped around his waist.

“love ya too (y/n)”

-end-

Sorry for not doing full smut!!! Not really in a mood for that heh. But daaaaaaaaaaang this took me WAY too long to write T_T I think I got this commission way back in September-and now its nearly Christmas-legit less than a week away-but-! Hey! I got it done before the new year!!! But yeah-this will be the last of my harry fics for now-unless I get very inspired. My commissions aren’t closed tho-so-don’t be afraid to ask-I just will limit what I write about if it’s about Harry(aka no d3-that was what fucked me over on this fic)

But anyways-thank you @random-thoughts-004 for being so patient while I wrote this!!!

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Player Yandere Part 2 (sorry it’s not long like last time)

This is for everyone that wanted a part two cuz I didn’t even know where to go off of after the first part The story sets with our dear Bitch Yandere who finally figured it out that they have feelings for you right? That YOU are the one making THEM feel all these feelings that they thought they were INCAPABLE of. It was quite the shock. But getting over that their goal changes just ever so slightly.

Plan:

1. Make you fall head over heels for them.

2. Use you

3. Toss you away in the most humiliating way possible

Yeah then it became this:

1. Make you fall in love with them

2. LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER AND NEVER LET YOU GO

3. Have a happy life and even death because I swear they are planning to bury y’all in the same coffin.

Yeah, not too much of a change. Though just when they finally realized that they are in love with you, they start small. First, deleting any other person in their phone; cuz having other people in their phone would be cheating right? Bye, past hookups. Bye, friends with benefits. Bye, dumbass dorks that thought they had a chance.

Next was the stalking information gathering! When they were playing and bothering you before; they never really dived deep into you. Sure they used to take a glance or too at your social medias (or lack thereof). But now they seemed to make it a habit of learning ALL THEY CAN. What do you like to do outside of school? Which subject is your favorite? What’s your favorite food and why? Do you love them? Ever had a childhood pet? What is your favorite memory? Do you think about them as they do you? Ever had any girlfriends or boyfriends? (Careful with this one; your answer will result in the possible death of someone) it seemed they liked to keep information about you in their phone-that they filled with you, you, YOU- in flash drives, computers, notebooks. Even though they don’t seem like the studious type, they would EXCEL in the study of YOU.

Third, was getting their new found feelings across to you. People SNAP their necks at the 180 degree turn of their personality now. It seems like a totally different person has taken over their body. Do they have a twin or something? Because (yan) would never talk like that or do those things in a MILLION years. Their usual flirty, easy going personality switched to a regular and reserved one. No more unnecessary touching, sweet words or crude gestures. No, that side of them is ONLY reserved for you now. They HAVE to let you know how serious they are about you. How much they are willing to change just for you to look at them even for a moment more. Open and sexy clothes that they used to wear? Oh yeah, they only wear modest clothing now. Why? Because that’s basically disrespecting you! Why should other people get to see them like that when they are all yours?!

Surprisingly- or not— everyone catches wind of this. News is spreading like wildfire everywhere. From their little posse of gossipy Rich kids to even the nobodies of the school know now that the schools “Player” changed and fell in love. Of course everyone is coming up with their own story.

“I heard that they are being blackmailed by (y/n)- something like their parents are secretly SUPER RICH and they have some dirt on them-“

“No- (y/n) DEFINITELY did some type of hypnosis on them.” “Alex told me that (yan) got SOLD by their parents to (y/n) so that they wouldn’t go bankrupt. Like, one direction wattpad plot who?”

It was very annoying for you. Coming back to school expecting for everything to be normal, only to come back to your usual pest (yan) acting weird and even MORE annoying than usual, news that your in a relationship they you didn’t even know about, rumors of how your blackmailing, trafficking,brainwashing someone that you would LOVE to get rid of.

With a sigh, you got up to leave the classroom. Lecture time went by as you tried so hard to focus on the teacher, but to the pin prick feeling that you got from peoples stares made it a little hard to concentrate. Even walking through the campus, people felt the need to LITERALLY, VERY OBVIOUSLY stare and whisper in your direction. Let’s see how you react to this situation now..

(Sorry babe, life has been kinda busy lately. Thanks sooooo much for requesting a part 2 tho! 💖its nice to know people really like my schmuck of a yandere. If anyone has any ideas, comments or anything my inbox is open !! 💖)